#morning geno is so soft

[suckerforblondeathletes]

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡︎ pt. 2

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I have said this once, and I’ll say it again, she is the clingiest girlfriend in the world. This girl with hang on you like a sloth. She hugs you around you waist 24/7, hand on your thigh, kissing you everywhere, (face, lips, temples, cheeks, forehead) doesn’t matter who is near. She is touching you.

She lives for forehead kisses. She thinks they mean so much more than normal ones. It’s just something about them that’s comforting for her.

Bragger bragger bragger. She brags about you to everyone she possibly can. Interviews, teammates, even Geno. Everyone knows that you walked with your left foot and not your right this morning. She is just obsessed with you and wants the world to know about you and your accomplishments.

Speaking of accomplishments, when you win something, or good things happen in your life, it impacts her almost more than you. She starts tearing up (says she’s not) but she is and she is just so proud of you and loves you so much. Once again, everyone will know about it.

She knows and remembers she smallest things bro. Like your first kiss, first time you wore her jersey, first date, birthdays, favorite and least favorites. The list goes on. She also remembers every order you have ever fucking made. Like you ordered Starbucks last week, yeah you said you liked the amount of whipped cream in it and the size.

It’s giving Adam Sandler. Like she doesn’t dress up to fancy ever. Like yall are going to a nice dinner best believe she is not wearing no dress or heels. She is wearing some type of baggy pants with an over sized shirt.

Def the type to be tough around others and super soft for you. Like puppy eyes for you and begging for kisses and cuddles. But around others she acts like that Paige doesn’t exist. Maybe azzi sees it. But not the rest of the team. ( or so she thinks)

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!!! 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭! 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐓♡︎♡︎♡︎

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝!!

[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69​

Tagging: @ryanpulock​ @suitandtys​

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Word Count: 2.6k

Comments: I wrote this specifically for Katie and Tiff and the anon messages I got about how Kat told Andrei he’s gonna be a dad, so here it is 😌 Drei is officially in his DILF era in the When it Gets Crisp in the Fall universe! I had way too much fun writing and writing them again and hmmm maybe keep your eyes peeled for more Kat and Drei in the future 👀

(c) nat g. 2023 // do not repost, do not claim as your own

Andrei instinctively reached out to Kat when he woke up, the Florida sun peaking between the hotel curtains. But instead of his girlfriend’s soft skin, he found cold sheets and he frowned as he opened his eyes. The bed was empty which forced him to lift his head and look around, his eyes were still blurry with sleep and his hair was messy from the long night before.

“Kisa?” He asked as he rolled onto his back.

“Right here,” Kat smiled. The hotel robe was wrapped loosely around her and her hair fell messily around her shoulders while she curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee in her hand. Despite how long the night before had been, between the game in Buffalo and flying out to South Florida and everything that happened after… Kat had still woken up early that morning needing to throw up the contents of her stomach, another reminder of the baby she was growing, the baby Andrei still didn’t know she was pregnant with.

It had been a week since she found out. At the time, she was supposed to go out to dinner with Andrei, Elena, Geno, and Geno’s girlfriend, but after a long day of nausea, she just couldn’t muster it, the thought of dinner making her stomach twist enough she went running to the bathroom, again.

Being pregnant honestly wasn’t even on her mind despite them actively trying since November. Between work and the team playing so well and Andrei going back to the All-Star Game and Elena being in town, Kat really didn’t have the time to think about herself. Plus, a bug always seemed to go around the team at least once a season so she had brushed everything off as a stomach bug she just couldn’t shake for the last month.

It was only when she went rummaging through the bathroom cabinet looking for more antinausea medication that she stumbled onto the several packs of pregnancy tests she had bought when they were on sale back in November and she froze, the gravol abandoned as she took a sharp breath in and picked a box up.

Nausea, vomiting, swollen, sensitive breasts, fatigue, mood swings, no… no period.

“Oh my God,” she whispered to herself and gripped the edge of the bathroom sink to steady herself. Could she? Could she really?

Her hands shook as she opened the box and took both tests out before hurrying to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She knew it was supposed to be taken in the morning, but she had to know now, and if it was negative, well, then she would try again in the morning.

It took way too long for her to have to pee and she paced up and down the hall until she had to, and then it was the longest three minutes of her life as she waited for the results, her hands still shaking.

But sure enough, they were both positive. She was pregnant. She was pregnant with Andrei’s baby.

They were having a baby.

Part of her wanted to tell him as soon as he got home. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him they were having a baby, that he was going to be a dad, but she didn’t. They were a week away from their second anniversary and they were going back to the All-Star Game where they had first gotten together. It would be perfect to tell him then, so Kat had to restrain herself.

So, instead of telling him as soon as he got home, she fought her smile and told him she was feeling much better, and when Andrei was at practice the next day, she swung by the team store to pick up the smallest jersey she could find and had them customize it to ‘DADDY 37’.

Kat smiled to herself as she held the jersey before she hugged it to her chest. They were having a baby.

The hotel bed sheets pooled around Andrei’s waist as he slowly sat up and he frowned as he ran his hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes. “What’re you doing up?” He asked, sleep making his words slur together.

Kat shrugged and gave him a soft smile before she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, the neck of her robe falling down a little more, exposing her shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep, don’t worry about it.”

“Gonna worry, Kisa,” he frowned and ran his hand up and down her thigh, looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky. “It’s our anniversary, I wanted to wake up with my sexy girlfriend in my arms and make sweet love to her until I absolutely have to be on the beach,” he hummed and pulled her onto his lap so he could kiss her neck.

Kat laughed as she blushed and sat her nearly empty cup of coffee on the bedside table before she looped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him properly. “Sorry,” she hummed. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep so I slipped out so I wouldn’t wake you. You need rest, Drei, you had a long week and have a long weekend ahead of you.”

“Need you more, Kisa,” he whispered and kissed her again. Kat smiled into the kiss and softly cupped the back of his neck as she pressed herself closer to him, but when Andrei began to trail his hands down to her ass, she pulled back from the kiss and tapped his chest, pulling a frustrated groan from him.

“Soon, big boy,” she smiled, and her smile widened at the way Andrei scrunched his nose up at the nickname. She hadn’t let him live it down since he uttered those words in that post-game interview. “I have something for you first,” she continued and bit her lip as she pulled back from him and walked over to her suitcase, laying it down before she unzipped it and pulled out a neatly wrapped box.  

“Oh?” Andrei hummed and sat up a little straighter as he ran his eyes down her body and licked his lips. It had to be lingerie, he thought to himself, already imagining what the latest addition to her collection could be. Black lace? Sheer? 37 embroidered above her pussy? Crotchless panties? He hummed as he thought about it. He could be a little late to media day, couldn’t he?

“It’s not what you think it is, Drei, but you’ll still love it, I hope anyway,” she laughed nervously as she walked over and sat the box on his lap before tucking her leg under her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Not what I think?” He scoffed, so sure it was lingerie. But maybe not a set, he thought, a babydoll? A teddy? A chemise? And if not lingerie… Oh a toy for them? Like one of those vibrators he could control from his phone? He bit his lip as he thought about it. He could mess with her from the ice during the skills comp, know he was making her feel good while he put on a show for the fans, fuck yeah that would be fun. His cock definitely liked that idea and he wasted no time untying the bow Kat took ages to tie and shredded the wrapping paper with a smirk.

But his as soon as he saw what was in the box, his grin dropped in shock as he saw “Daddy” and the top of what was surely his number on a little jersey with a test on top. He was gentle as he picked it up, his eyes widening when he read “pregnant 3+” on the little screen. “Are you serious, Katarina?” He asked breathlessly as he looked up at her with wide eyes.

She bit her lip to contain her smile as she nodded, “I’m pregnant, Andrei.”

His smile grew as he dropped the test back into the box before he pushed it aside and pulled her back onto his lap so he could hug her, burying his face into her neck as he clung to her. Kat laughed as she hugged him back just as tightly and ran her fingers through his hair as she cradled his head. “God, I love you so much,” he told her, his voice muffled by her shoulder. “We’re really having a baby?”

“We’re really having a baby,” she nodded and pulled back to look at him, her smile widening at how soft his eyes were as he looked back at her. He didn’t think it was possible for him to fall more in love with her, but he was falling deeper in love with her every minute.

His shook his head, wondering what he had done to be so lucky to have her before he kissed her, pulling her closer to him by the small of her back, but he couldn’t stop smiling so he had to pull back and his smile widened as he quickly rolled them over so she was below him, pulling a laugh from her. God, her laugh was his favourite sound. Or maybe second favourite, her moans were music to his ears.

Andrei peppered her cheeks with kisses making Kat laugh harder before he moved down her body and pulled her robe open before he pressed a soft kiss to her stomach. “Hi Baby Svech,” he said and kissed her stomach again before he gently laid his hand over her belly. Their baby was in there, he put their baby in there.

Kat’s smile softened as she looked at him and she covered his hand with her own. “Our baby, our little Baby Svech,” she whispered and started to tear up, so indescribably happy.

“Our little Baby Svech,” Andrei echoed and kissed her belly again before he moved back up her body and kissed her again, both still smiling too hard for it to last longer than a second and he rubbed his nose against hers as his smile widened. “And now I get why your tits have gotten so big.”

Kat laughed so hard she snorted and she shoved his shoulder hard. “Seriously? I tell you I’m pregnant and your first comment is my tits?”

He laughed deep in his chest as he shrugged. “Can’t help it, I love your tits,” he replied shamelessly before he leaned onto his side so he could push her robe open a little more and squeeze her breast softly.

“You only like them now because they’ve gotten big and they’re just gonna keep getting bigger,” she replied and knocked his hand away before pulling her robe back over her chest.

He groaned as he toyed with the edge of her robe before he looked back up at her. “I’ve always loved your tits,” he told her. “I just enjoy how full they are. I mean, they’ve been spilling out of your bra lately. And fuck, how I love when you moan when I play with them,” he groaned at the thought and slipped his hand back under the edge of the robe and tweaked her nipple between his fingers.

He was rewarded with a soft moan as she arched into his touch, and his eyes darkened as he looked at her. “Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, but didn’t push his hand away. “But I did order some new bras the other day.”

The corner of Andrei’s lip twitched up before he bit his lip, “Oh, did you now? Did they come in? Did you pack them?”

Kat shook her head, “no, none of them came in… But don’t worry, I packed a lot of tiny sets and bikinis for you, Drei.”

He groaned before he kissed her and quickly deepened it as he ran his hand down her body to her thigh and pulled her closer before he returned his hand to her stomach. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers and his voice softened, “I can’t believe we’re really having a baby.”

“Neither can I,” Kat whispered as she returned his smile. “We’re gonna be parents, Drei.”

His nose scrunched up as his smile widened, “you’re gonna be a mama and I’m gonna be a papa. God, I can’t wait.

“I know, neither can I,” she hummed and wrapped her arm around his shoulder to pull him closer, hooking her thigh over his hip as she hugged him tightly. Andrei held her just as tightly, his hand spanning her lower back. “How am I supposed to do anything today when now I know you’re carrying my baby?” He asked with a soft laugh, this was the happiest day of his life and he didn’t ever want to let go of her, let alone be paraded around the beach for media.

“I could have told you earlier, but I wanted to wait to tell you for our anniversary,” she laughed and kissed his jaw.

His eyes darkened as she continued to mouth at his jaw and he slid his hand down to squeeze her ass, “God, you make me want to ravish you, woman.”

His words had heat pooling between her thighs and Kat bit her lip before she gently pushed him back so she was straddling him, her robe slipping down to her elbows as she rocked her hips into his, making Andrei groan loudly as he reached out to cup her breast. “Think we have time for—” she started before her eyes widened and she clamped her hand over her mouth before she pulled back from him and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

Andrei groaned under his breath and closed his eyes before he pushed the covers back and followed her into the bathroom where he knelt beside her and gently pulled her hair back for her. “Oh, Kisa,” he said softly and rubbed her back with his free hand.

Kat threw up again before she flushed the toilet and rested against the toilet, “I cannot wait for this morning sickness thing to pass.”

Andrei winced and stood up to get her a glass of water before he knelt back down and handed her the cup. “But at least it’s not a stomach bug?” He tried before furrowing his brows. “Well, I guess it kinda is a stomach bug… But you know what I’m saying.”

Kat gave him a tight lipped look. “Yeah, a stomach bug I caught from you,” she told him before standing up to rinse her mouth.

Andrei followed her up and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand covering her stomach as rested his chin on her shoulder. “A bug you asked me to give you,” he corrected her and kissed her cheek.

Kat smiled at him through the mirror before reaching for her toothbrush. “Yes, a bug I asked you to give me,” she agreed as she leaned back into him and covered his hand with hers. “Baby Svech.”

She watched as Andrei’s smile widened and he kissed her cheek again. “The first of many,” he hummed, pulling a laugh from Kat.

“Yes, the first of many, many Baby Svechs.”

[carpehistoryandthepens]

Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 11

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

one, two, three, four, Five, six seven, eight, nine, ten

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on last season, OCs?, realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

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Zhenya woke up the next morning feeling quite different than he did the day before. He crashed out on Sid's very comfortable couch. That much he was sure of, but he wasn't sure of anything else. 

He could hear the soft voices of his family in the background of his fuzzy mind. Zhenya followed the sounds until he sat up from the couch and looked around. The room was just as fuzzy as his brain. He reached out to the small coffee table to find his glasses. Most of his contacts were in the house; the trainers had a few of his prescriptions at the rink, but his glasses would work for now. 

Once he could see, Zhenya could hear voices. It seemed he was the last one to wake. Anna was in the kitchen, quietly talking to Sid and making breakfast. Mike entertained Nikita and Marisol at the table, quietly working on Nikita's homework with him.

Sid noticed wake him first. "Geno! Good morning!" he greeted in Russian. 

Anna hid her snort in her coffee at his accent. She always found Sid's very heavy accent delightful.

Sid shot her back a mock glare, not really upset. He is always up to be chripped by his friends and teammates. 

Zhenya stared at him blearily, hoping to remember why things were so different. It usually took him a few moments to turn on his brain entirely after waking up. Then it all came back to him: the house, the gas leak, Sid's offer of his home. 

Zhenya signed and sank back onto the couch. "Good morning," He replied back. 

"Morning, Papa!" Nikita practically yelled from the table after hearing Zhenya's voice. 

There was an extra bedroom free, but to be honest, after the day he had yesterday, he sat down at the end of the night and fell asleep. At least, that's what he's assuming happened since there was a blanket draped over him and a pillow under his head. 

Mike glanced between them back and forth for a moment before asking, "Dobroye?" he botched the pronunciation. 

Sid turned red. "It means 'good morning' in Russian." 

"You speak Russian?" Mike asked, puzzled. 

Zhenya answered for him because Sid didn't know how to answer that question correctly. "Badly. Sid speaks Russian badly." 

Sid laughed. "I've been learning since we were, what, 19? 20? So, I'm rather ok with it. Not perfect, but ok." 

"Bad." Anna agreed with Zhenya, smirking at Sid. "But it's cute anyway." 

Sid sent her a mock, wounded look. 

Mike nodded, sending them a weary look before returning to the homework Nikita had just brandished at him. 

After everyone had all been fed, the day started officially. The adults met up in the kitchen to talk while the kids stayed at the dining room table. Zhenya made sure to steal the best chair from Sid – the one with a good back. His back let him know he was too old to spend the night on the couch after a day at training camp – he would need to have a trainer look at him before they started to skate. 

"So, what's the plan?" Sid asked, looking between Anna and Zhenya. 

Anna tossed her hair back as she stared at her phone; the calendar app pulled up. "I leave in three days to Miami for a photo shoot." Her conflicted feelings toward leaving Nikita behind and being able to go back to work were written all over her face. 

Their shared calendar is now more of a Nikita Calendar. Zhenya fished out his phone and checked his own sechdual. Just practices and a few sponsorship commitments. Another meeting with Goorin bros about his hats.  

"Three days, eh?" Sid said, leaning back on the countertop, consideringly. "If you guys need to stay that long, it's fine." 

Zhenya frowned. "What if the house takes longer?" He felt that his home would take much, much longer. Anna agreed with a frustrated sigh. 

"I don't mind guests." Sid shrugged as if it wasn't that big of a deal. "Mike and Marisol also say they are fine. They know you, Geno, and don't seem to mind Nikita." 

Zhenya and Anna shared a speaking glance; this was Sid's inexperience at parenting showing through. He didn't know for sure if that would be ok with Mike and Marisol; he took them at their word instead of thinking the whole situation through. 

Still, it was better than moving Nikita into a hotel for a few days. One reason they wanted to have Nikita start school was to have a more stable life rather than one that had him flying around the country several times a month. 

"How about you stay with Sid for a few more days after I leave, if it comes to that?" Anna suggested in Russian, sounding done with trying to make things make sense in English. 

Zhenya sighed. He had been sighing a lot in the past few days. 

Sid agreed with little prompting, "I'm sure we can figure out what to do next. Come on. It's time for camp." Sid's complete acceptance to have them over as long-term house guests didn't surprise Zhenya. Sid loved having company over as long as they were close to him. 

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Four days later, Mike watched the adults in the room try to argue over his case without really arguing. Mike was already finding it hard to breathe; he wondered if anyone else was having problems, too. He fiddled with his shaker bottle while twisting back and forth in the spinny chair. The metal ball was long lost, but the plastic loop was on top, which was a good thing to do with his hands. 

Mr. Brisson was arguing with Helena over something at the other end of the conference table. Mike tried not to pay attention to them; it was related to him and Marisol. 

Sid was talking to Marisol, Ms. Jen, and Sully. 

They were in a conference room, and it felt like everyone was there for some reason. Mike wasn't sure why so many people needed to be there. There were so many people in the office that Mike was surprised there was room to breathe. 

The babble in the room grew louder as each new person ducked in. Mike couldn't make out any conversations, but it was still becoming rapidly overwhelming. He couldn't really make out what was being said anymore. He needed to leave, to get out of the room, but he couldn't. Marisol was still here. 

"If that's what Sid wants, then that's what he'll get!" Mr. Brisson's voice cut through the chatter, and the rest of the room fell silent, watching the man. 

Helena glared at him, not backing down, "It's not just about what Sidney Crosby wants here!" Mike was sure that she meant it differently, but most of the Penguin's employees looked mildly scandalized by that statement. "It's what's best for Mike and Marisol!" 

Mike wasn't sure what to make of Mr. Brisson. They had met very shortly a few days ago, and Brisson had taken one look at him, nodded, proclaimed that he believed Sid, and disappeared shortly afterward.  

Marisol pushed herself into Mike's side, upset at the yelling. Cynthia and Rodger both had done that a lot, at each other, at Mike, at Marisol, at random strangers, and once at Mike's overwhelmed science teacher for daring to ask how was Mike's home life. Mike held onto Marisol's hand tightly. 

He reminded himself that they hadn't been separated. That was the most important thing. They were together, and Marisol was safe. Mike hadn't spent longer than a few moments separated from his sister since they had run away, and he didn't want to know what that was like. He already had to fight a tight feeling in his chest when he was separated from Marisol for as long as it took him to go to the bathroom. 

The results of the paternity test weren't back yet. Hopefully, if the test said Sid wasn't his father, Helena could keep them together anyway. 

God, Mike hoped that Sid was his father, like he thought. 

"You think Sid isn't thinking about that?" Brisson snorted. 

"It doesn't matter what you or Mr Crosby thinks. It's what's right for them. We need to figure this out now," Helena said. "I need to talk to Mr Crosby and not his agent." 

Sid looked a little sheepish. "Agents always help. Them and lawyers." 

"That may be how it works with hockey, but this is children's lives we are talking about," Helena said, trying to sound patient, but to Mike's ears, she failed. 

Marisol climbed onto his lap. Mike slowly rubbed up and down her back until she had calmed down more. 

Sidney's lawyer, whom Mike hadn't met yet, entered the room as the last person they were waiting for. She struck Mike as a no-nonsense sort of woman. 

The meeting started in earnest. It was about getting long-term plans started for Mike and Marisol. Helena was not happy that the pens organization would be so involved that they had two separate people in the room as representatives. Sid was confused as to why they wouldn't be. Brisson was very good at making sure Sid's interests were represented. Sid's lawyer just took notes and listened. 

Mike listened for a while and answered questions when they needed it, which wasn't often, to be honest, surprising for a meeting that was about him. Mike had to make it clear to Helena and Sid that he wanted Marisol to be safe first and foremost, but he didn't want either of them to return to their Aunt's house afterward. 

When pressed, Mike didn't have anything else he wanted. 

"Is this what you want?" Helena asked. After Mike had answered the questions, Sid's lawyer took many notes, and a lot of discussion went over Mike's head. There were lots of forms and laws, and some quick comparisons to California and PA law. 

At first, Mike thought she was asking Sid, but she met Mike's gaze evenly, and Mike realized that the rest of the room was waiting for him.

They were all waiting for him. 

Mike took a deep breath. Was this what he wanted? Mike had been moving on instinct for so long, just trying to protect Marisol.

Sid reached over and briefly squeezed Mike's shoulder in reassurance. It was something their papa used to do—not that Sid would have known that—and it made Mike feel stronger. 

He could do this.

"Yes," he said, tightening his grip on Marisol's hand. She squeezed back just as tightly, knowing this moment was important. "This is what I want." 

The office was immensely filled with noise. Ms. Jen and Mr. Brisson started discussing plans and what to do next. There were questions about health care and education. Mike was a little overwhelmed with how fast the conversation seemed to go. 

"So, they can stay with me?" Sid suddenly asked, bringing silence to the room. "Both of them?" 

Helena nodded, reading over the paperwork the lawyer had filled out, "Yes. For now, at least, I see no reason to move them. Marisol is Michael's half-sister.

"Do you want to stay?" Sid asked Mike, ignoring the rest of the room. "We can deal with everything that comes later, but I want to know if you want to stay. If the last week has shown you this isn't the place to be, I will find you and Marisol a better place. But. I would like you to stay." 

Mike stared at him. A million things ran through his mind. In the corner of his eye, Helena looked approvingly at sid for the first time since the meeting started. 

This was what he wanted, right? 

Sid asked for an honest answer. That's what he wanted. Mike looked down at Marisol – who was staring up at him with wide eyes. Marisol was safe here. Sid made sure of that. They both got to eat what they wanted and could sleep through the night without fear. 

Marisol wanted to stay. She liked it here. 

She had never seen snow. It snows in Pittsburgh, right? That's a thing that happens in places that aren't Southern California by the Pacific Ocean. 

Mike wanted to stay. 

He wanted to stay with the man who might be his biological father. He wanted to stay with Sid, who was obsessed with hockey as Mike was, who laughed and snorted, who spoke Russian, and that morning had turned on a Telemundo version of Sesame Street for Marisol, and Mike heard him muttering some of the basic words under his breath. Mike wanted to stay with Sid, who was asking about his school options rather than telling him where he was going.

Mike wanted to stay with the man who had seen the bruises from his Aunt and her husband and looked horrified and like he wanted to fight a man simultaneously. 

Mike wanted to stay with the person who had very gently asked if he could get a few of the photos printed from Mike's phone so they could hang pictures of their parents and family up in the room Mike and Marisol shared. 

Mike wanted to stay with the person who, so far, hadn't tried to make either of them feel weak, broken, or stupid for their choices.

Mike wanted to stay with the man right then, who looked like he would accept any answer Mike gave, but it would break his heart if they left. 

Mike nodded slowly but firmly. "I want to stay." 

"Me too!" Marisol said. "I want to stay too!" 

The fear on Sid's face faded away, and he hugged them both. 

Mike hadn't felt safe like that in months. No, that wasn't entirely right. He hadn't felt loved like that in months. 

Mike hugged back just as tightly. 

[beggingwolf]

“You haven’t been acting like yourself.”, sidgeno

Sid watched the lawn care guys roll out their equipment, unloading the huge mower from the back of the trailer. He'd waited too long.

He tapped his phone against his thigh before getting up off his patio and heading back inside. He'd wanted to make this call sitting by the lake and watching the sunrise. He'd missed the sunrise by a few hours, and now he didn't even have the lake.

He swore softly to himself in a way that reminded him of his father, and then he finally hit the call button on the screen.

He looked out of the glass doors unseeingly as the phone rang, and rang, and rang.

Just before he went to voice-mail, Geno picked up.

"Sid."

It was loud. Not club-loud, but people-loud. There were lots of disparate voices clogging the line, and Sid turned away from the patio doors and closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of Geno's voice.

"Hi." Sid cleared his throat. "Is this a good time?"

"It's lunch," Geno said. "Sasha, Dima, lots of guys. Why you call?"

"It's a bad time. Sorry. I'll call back."

"No, no," Geno interrupted. "You okay? It's Sam?"

"No." Sid let out a little wry half-laugh. Sam was graying these days, and Geno demanded photographic evidence of her every time Sid went to his parents' place. "She's still kicking."

"It's morning. You not training today?"

"No. Rest day. Got up early out of habit."

The noisy silence between them got quieter as Geno moved away from the ambient restaurant noises. He heard Geno mumble out something in Russian before the squeak of a door hinge plunged them into true quiet.

"You call because you miss me last night?" Geno's voice slid into an intimate, familiar teasing tone. In private, away from everything else, he got so soft.

"It looked like you were having fun." Sid's voice was a little too high in return, his chest tight. "Run into anyone else I know?"

"Russian celebrities. The most famous. My friends now," Geno teased.

Sid twitched as the lawn mower roared to life outside. He'd seen the photos Geno had thrown into the team groupchat. He'd also seen the photos Geno had sent just to him: Geno, drunk and draped over pretty people with his shirt half unbuttoned. His smile had been bright enough to shine in the flash.

"The knee's okay?"

"Good, good," Geno said, waving it off.

Sid searched for something else to ask. His mind whirled like it sometimes did these days, too full to form into anything worth saying.

"...Sid?"

"Yeah."

"You're okay?"

Sid chewed at his lip as he heard the lawn mower turn and get closer. It was an impossible question.

"Sid. It's bad day?"

"I haven't had a bad day in months." It was true. The sick feeling, the nausea, the light sensitivity... they'd all been gone for a long time.

"You call twice yesterday. You sure?"

"It wasn't important."

All Sid heard for a long moment was the lawn mower eating through his yard. The loud buzz in his ears rang. It was familiar in a way that made him feel very small.

"Sid, you're acting little bit..."

Geno trailed off. His voice was unbearably soft.

"What," Sid bit out.

"Little bit not like you. What's happen? You okay?"

"Yes. No."

"Sid."

Sid couldn't bear hearing Geno's voice like that over the phone, across an ocean. They had spent so long with each other over the course of Geno's knee injury, bonding over their injuries and their bone-deep need to get back onto the ice. It had led to more than just a closer friendship. Now, with Geno in Moscow, Sid missed him like a limb.

"I miss you," he finally confessed. "I miss hockey. I miss my normal life. I'm not myself. I don't feel like myself without it. I don't feel like myself without--"

The lawn mower roared. Sid stared at his hardwood floors, wishing they looked like the carpet of the Consol locker room instead.

"Sid," Geno said, and Sid finally sat down, the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Geno spoke softly to him for a long time, and Sid missed him like the feeling of ice beneath his skates.

[jaijaitbinks]

Saitsma waking up with the view of Genos sleeping, his relaxed face making him look younger than what he actually is and his cute disheveled bed hair shining under the morning light. It makes him remember that fairytale he read as a kid, the Sleeping Beauty. And even if he isn't a charming prince, he would like to wake Genos up with a kiss.

Before he knows what he is doing, he's leaning down over him, half open lips looking inviting him.

Waking up before Genos was always rare. Just off the top of his head, he could only recall it happening thrice. But it still happened, and moments like these; when his still half asleep mind woke to the sound of a gentle wirr, the smell of gentle heat, the sight of a practical fairytale prince sleeping soundlessly beside, always makes him wish it was an often occurance.

He looks so pretty there, looks so soft and golden under rays of sun just starting to peek through the window, like a sunflower.

A small part of him, in the back of his mind, tries to tell him to get up and make breakfast, but he doesn't. He just lays there and stares at him with a longing he knows shouldn't be there, because he already has him. Physically, emotionally, mentally, he has him already. But looking at him now reminds him of months of yearning and loving silently. And he can't help the need to kiss him.

The inner workings of Genos shift, his fans working louder and steadier and heat gradually leveling to better suit the temperature of the room, a sign that he'll wake up soon. And though he has no idea why, it compels him to kissing him.

He shifts closer, leaning forward and lowering his head to press a warm, loving kiss to his lips. To his surprise but delight, he feels Genos' lips curl up a little beneath his before returning it, obviously very sleepily done. Saitama holds his face in his free hand, kissing him just that little bit harder, before pulling away, lightly teasing the both of them.

Contentedly, Genos smirks up at him with a groggy half-lidded eyes. He feels bad for waking Genos up (it takes minutes after his body activates to properly wake up), but he doesn't regret it.

"To whom is this beautiful knight, to awaken me from my deep slumber?" He mumbles, voices grumbly and low in a way that makes Saitama close his eyes and suppress a shiver. Even so, he snorts at Genos, flicking his cheek lightly before pressing a kiss to his nose.

"You're a dork." He smiles as he says it.

"Odd name," Genos says, just before leaning up and flipping them over carefully. "But I suppose that doesn't matter. Not when there is thanks to be given."

The cyborg leans his face down, and begins his light assault on Saitama's neck, sleepy and slow kisses littering his jaw, gentle nips against his bare collarbone, light licks against his adams apple. Saitama soundlessly whines under the attention, even as he laughs at his partner's antics.

"How the hell do you have this much energy already?"

Genos leans away, more energy in his eyes and another cheeky smirk on his face.

"Because you are my sun, Saitama," he fully gets on top of Saitama then, loosely pinning him to his futon, and leans up, mouth right against his jaw. "And I just so happen to be solar-powered."

[theomnicode]

Chapter 169 cover page symbolism:

Saitama's shadow greatly resembles a Torii gate.

A torii (Japanese: 鳥居, [to.ɾi.i]) is a traditional Japanese gate most commonly found at the entrance of or within a Shinto shrine, where it symbolically marks the transition from the mundane to the sacred.

Which is good bit of foreshadowing for the divine power we'll be dabbling with from now on. Transition from the mundate to the sacred indeed.

But the one pole behind is a bit more worrying.

It honestly looks like a cross, like crucifixion.

Crucifixion is a method of capital punishment in which the victim is tied or nailed to a large wooden cross or beam and left to hang until eventual death from exhaustion and asphyxiation.[1][2][3][4] It was used as a punishment by the Romans,[1] among others. Crucifixion has been used in parts of the world as recently as the twentieth century.[5] The crucifixion of Jesus of Nazareth is central to Christianity,[1] and the cross (sometimes depicting Jesus nailed to it) is the main religious symbol for many Christian churches

Not as a direct reference to christianity, but as a symbol. For a victim being crucified.

Which would be apt, considering what is probably happening in this chapter and from hence forth onward. If Genos is going to continue with the manipulation I think he's doing, he's going to get crucified for it, hard. But he's still a victim to divine power influence, just like Garou. But people in universe and us readers won't know, so we'll damn him for his actions.

Same goes for Saitama, because Genos doing that to him and betraying his trust, is like a capital punishment. He does not trust or let people close easily, so the betrayal of trust would be the worst thing to ever happen to him. Or maybe, Saitama too will be crucified for his actions in the future that he has yet done, when he almost blew up the planet. Even if he has not done it, the knowledge can still be used against him. And the one who has knowledge is Genos who wasn't morally even bothered by anything that happened in future either. I smell blackmailing up in the air. If Genos tells anybody, Saitama can be crucified for the actions of the future too and will be seen as a threat.

Chapter title, daybreak symbolism

Dawn is the time that marks the beginning of twilight before sunrise. It is recognized by the appearance of indirect sunlight being scattered in Earth's atmosphere, when the centre of the Sun's disc has reached 18° below the observer's horizon.[1] This morning twilight period will last until sunrise (when the Sun's upper limb breaks the horizon), when direct sunlight outshines the diffused light.

We're not out of the twilight zone yet, we only just entered it. And it will last until the actual sunrise happens. The symbolic rise of Saitama's divine power that he embodies, the Sun.

(For most accurate symbolism I'd need to take a look at the kanji in the title but I'm not versed in japanese)

The symbol of a bloodied heart being ripped out from someone's chest and leaving a hole behind.

Already did this piece of symbolism here.

Pastel colours:

Pastel colours are usually shades of colours. Only some white is added to a tone. Adding white not only raises the value but also changes the psychology. They are generally considered delicate, feminine and clean. The word (pastel) in the field of colours is generally used when talking about paintings and usually implies a soft matte finish and pale colours (lighter, less saturated). Well, in any design, it is intended to convey meaning, and obviously, that impacts people’s thinking and psychology. The reason why marketing always plays with colours, because it wants to play with feelings and thoughts of its consumers. So choosing the right colour for each case is very important.

Colour always has a vibration, like music. Experiencing colour is an objective and subjective experience. Pastel colours evoke openness and relaxation. Well, these shades are considered soothing and sometimes even equate with sanity. Pastel colours represent neutrality, and they are peaceful and soft. The white colour used to achieve pastel represents clarity, innocence, cleanliness, spirituality, purity, hope, expansiveness and openness. It can also be sterile and detach.

A psychological way to evoke feelings of openess and relaxation and impact people's 's thinking. When you see pastel colours, you think about soft and openess and peaceful thoughts.

But just like Genos is in this chapter, it'll be sterile and detached from any softness when he evokes those feelings psychologically to play with Saitama's feelings.

And we too, are being played like fiddle when the cover art evokes same feeling of hopefulness with the sunrise in the horizon for new tomorrow and pastel colours, but we're only within a twilight zone where a heart will be ripped out from one individual in brutal fashion and crucifying the victim when lulled into false sense of hopefullness via psychological means.

[redjacketficrecs]

High Winds in Northern Sky

thehoyden

Summary: On the morning Sidney first met Evgeni Malkin, he opened his bedroom closet to pull out a clean uniform and found a frozen pond instead.

Recommendation: Sid/Geno Due South adjacent au which means cops and magical realism but hockey is still necessary to the plot. And it’s a great little storyline. Also fake married au. I love the way Sid is written in this, how he’s going through shit and grieving and just keeps going and how smart he is. He has been through it and he’s trying his best and doing so well and then these little moments of vulnerability pop up and it’s perfect. The way the people around him-Flower and Tanger and Taylor and Colby-are written are great in how they’re trying to help take care of him but not overstep. I love Geno and the soft moments he gives Sid. The whole Narnia/Tim Horton aspect of it is just the perfect amount of trippy and fantastic.

Warnings: injury, cops, ghosts.

[waddlebouncefloof]

Leviathantale Mermay 2022 Day 30: Aquarium

Summary: A Leviathantale Bitty AU where all mer (including the Leviathans) are bitties.

As a selkie who lived most of his life away from society, the concept of ‘bitties’ had always baffled Geno. Small enough to be pets, but intelligent enough to be more than that. Still, despite their ability to think and feel, many landwalkers treated bitties like novelty toys to use and abuse. Landwalkers were always so strange and cruel with their creations and discoveries. It’s the main reason why selkie-kind was so strict in hiding their true identities. 

It just seemed cruel to buy and own another intelligent being for the sake of amusement. The thought left a sour taste in his nonexistent tongue every time he thought it.

Still, despite his reservations against “owning” bitties, Geno could never deny Blank. Especially when they came to him with the saddest look in their eyes and a horribly shaken and traumatized bitty in their favorite plastic bucket that they always carried around. Apparently, despite being an expensive kind of bitty, Cross had been deemed ‘defective’ and was close to being euthanized before Blank pitter-pattered into the store. The shopkeeper, who has a soft-spot for the child, decided to give Cross to Blank as a ‘gift’. 

“Bwank luv Cwoss,” Geno’s pup pleaded from the get-go. ‘Oh no, they already named him,’ was Geno’s first coherent thought. “Keep Cwoss, Mama? Pwease?”

Geno crumbled, of course. Between him and Blue, Geno always was weaker when it came to Blank’s watery eyes. It was only by the grace of his friend that Blank didn’t end up being spoiled rotten.

It became very clear that Cross and Blank were inseparable. The Thresher shark bitty completely adored Geno’s pup and became their unofficial protector and full-time playmate. He even joined them in bathtime.

Geno had to admit that he became fond of Cross. Fond enough that he purchased an expensive fish tank for him to stretch his fins and have a space of his own. It was large enough to fit many bitties, so Cross had all the space he needed.

Of course, Blue took this as an invitation to get bitties of his own. Soon enough, Ink and Error came into their lives, making their home louder and more chaotic. But they loved Blue and Blank deeply, so Geno tolerated their bickering and messes.

Then Kelp, bless his kind soul, had the bright idea to start bringing in rescues. 

Nightmare, Dream, Horror, Dust, and Killer certainly made things more exciting for Cross. He took to them after his initial weariness. As much as Blank brightened up his life, his new Shiver was exactly what he needed. 

When Stretch brought Sans and Papyrus, who were big enough to need tanks of their own, Geno put his foot down. No more bitties.

…Only to make an exception when he met Reaper. 

The orca bitty had been stuck in a too-small goldfish bowl in a corner of a pet shop in the mainland. Geno had traveled there for an errand and caught sight of the depressed bitty. His poor fin drooped as he stared through the glass with an empty gaze. Geno bought him then and there and brought him back home.

Now, Reaper is a completely different bitty. He’s energetic and a little dopey, always trying to grab Geno’s attention. He’s touchy too. Whenever Geno comes close Reaper always grabs at his hands for a cuddle. 

It’s clear to everyone and Geno that Reaper is completely and utterly besotted.

Geno’s quiet family of three has grown within a blink of an eye and he can’t find it in himself to be annoyed by that. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” Reaper sings from the opening of the tank as Geno made his way to the kitchen for some coffee. Shameless as ever, Reaper rattles off his mating song in an effort to woo Geno as he does every morning. At this point, it’s part of the routine. Still, Geno flushes behind his mug at the attention as Killer and Dust snickers amongst the plastic plants at his plight.

Blank wakes up not too long after. Carefully, they move the bitties to a tank settled in a wagon for their daily walk through the town. Today, they’re going to the beach area so the bitties can look at the ocean up close.

“Be careful,” Geno cautions them as he helps them wheel the wagon through the front door, “you know that bitties can’t touch saltwater. It’ll hurt them.” And kill them, but Blank doesn’t need to know that part. “Remember, come back home before lunch.”

“Okie, Mama,” Blank chirps.

“Don’t worry, Gen. We’ll keep an eye on them,” Reaper assures him with a soft look in his eyelights. “It’s only a trip to the beach. What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

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And then later, a series of events causes the bitties to somehow wind up in saltwater and turn into full-sized mers, revealing the secret that all aquatic bitties are actually mers turned smol by evil science. 

Geno = That one parent who claims they don’t want a pet but ends up doting on the pet

Geno with Bitty!Reaper flirting: (rolls eyes)

Geno with Grown!Reaper flirting: (sweats)

[laurenairay]

What Love Feels Like - S. Crosby

Summary: your boyfriend Sidney, the surprise romantic?

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: established relationship fluff, cheesy romance, essentially a 4+1

A/N: I’ve been in an absolute writing rut since before Christmas, so I just want to thank @danglesnipecelly​ for reminding me how much I love soft sexy sid 😘 also, how have I never written for him before?!

~

No-one ever said dating Sidney Crosby was going to be easy.

They also didn’t say how much of a romantic he was either.

It was like at every turn, he had a new way to make your heart beat a little faster, to make you face heat up warm, to make your stomach fill with butterflies. Whether it was buying your favourite sweet treats as a pick me up, or the kisses that would leave you breathless in passing, or even the way his tongue flicked at your bare body just right, Sidney always kept you on your toes.

But it was his words that affected you the most.

You hadn’t expected much verbal affection from him at the beginning of your relationship, the rumours of his hockey robot status the main thing you knew about him – but you were quickly proved wrong. Maybe it was the media training that kept him so hockey-bland in interviews, because the minute he wasn’t in hockey mode, he immediately turned sweet, suave and so sexy. And it wasn’t just flirting talk, to prelude to sex (although the first time he murmured all the things he wanted to do with you after the team event you were at, you almost lost your mind then and there) – it was the sweet loving statements that sent your heart pounding.

How could you ever have known about his way with words?

*

Today had been a stressful one. Work had been full-on without any warning, and you were just about done with people. You’d even hesitated when Sidney offered to cook you dinner at his house – but eventually the temptation of being pampered by your boyfriend had been too good to resist. Maybe he’d be able to turn your day around. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

And as you suspected, Sidney had taken one look at the exhaustion on your face and ushered you to the sofa, only disappearing to come back with a large glass of wine for you.

“You are an absolute gem,” you groaned, tilting your head back to look up at him.

He just grinned, taking the silent cue for what it was and leaning down to kiss you gently. Yes, this was just what you needed.

And the evening had only gotten better from there. Sidney had made the two of you a simple but delicious coq au vin dinner (the recipe definitely came from Vero Fleury, and you knew that you would definitely need to text her your thanks later), followed by a chocolate tart that you swore was the best thing you’d ever tasted (that one was from a local bakery, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you’d get something from there now!). And all throughout the evening, Sidney had kept the conversation flowing, telling you hilarious stories of grumpy Geno and naïve rookies from the recent road trip he’d had, as well as about the cute dog that his neighbour had recently adopted, and you felt yourself relaxing more with each passing moment.

Sidney had indeed turned your day around just like you’d hoped.

After eating, Sidney had insisted on clearing the plates by himself, making you roll your eyes fondly but accept a gentle kiss as he walked past. You could at least get the two of you a fresh glass of wine each. You were tired, not incapable. So with that in mind, you picked up the two empty wine glasses and followed your boyfriend into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pick out the open bottle of white wine he’d opened earlier.

But just as you finished filling the glasses, you felt a pair of arms slide around you from behind, making you jump slightly, earning a soft laugh.

“Menace,” you complained fondly, putting the wine bottle down on the side.

“Couldn’t help myself, I needed you in my arms,” Sidney said simply, squeezing you in a little hug.

You leant back into his chest, smiling to yourself. How could you say no to that? The two of you stayed silent for a few more moments, just enjoying the comfort of this embrace, until Sidney sighed softly.

“You make me want things I didn’t think I could have,” Sidney murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

What the hell?

You spun around in his arms straight away, the frown on your face making Sidney laugh softly.

“What things? And who says you can’t have them?” you demanded.

“Always so protective,” he mused.

You batted at his chest, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious Sid! What do you mean, things you can’t have?”

He bit his bottom lip, making your frustration soften a little. This was something he’d really thought about, wasn’t it?

“I just…I never expected to find someone while I was still playing hockey,” Sidney started.

What the hell? He was just going to wait, until he eventually retired? What?! But as you opened your mouth to protest, Sidney pressed a finger to your lips, a fond smile on his.

“No, I know what I’m like. My routines are so set in stone, I’m away so often, I have so many more responsibilities as Captain and well, just because I’m me. I was told from a young age that anything other than hockey was a distraction. So I just…shelved the idea. Didn’t even let myself hope,” Sidney explained.

“Sid…that’s so sad,” you said softly, clutching at his sweater with both hands, “to just resign yourself to being lonely, I can’t…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I can’t say it hasn’t paid off with hockey,” he mused, “and besides…I met you, didn’t I?”

You bit your lip, your face heating up warm, Sidney’s hand rising to run a knowing thumb over your cheek.

“So I wasn’t a distraction?” you asked hopefully.

“Oh, you absolutely were,” Sidney said, laughing softly, making your heart sink a little. He saw your hesitant expression, and shook his head. “It was a distraction that I didn’t know I needed. You help me break out of my intensity, to separate the rink from home. Without you, I would just eat, breathe, sleep hockey, and meeting you made me realise that I can have hockey and love. You give me a reason to live, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that,”

You couldn’t stop the tears that sprung to your eyes, nor the smile that spread across your lips. “Sidney…” you murmured helplessly.

“Thank you. For making me whole. For making me a better person,” he said seriously, hand still cupping your face so you couldn’t do anything but look into his eyes.

Your heart clenched at his words, and there was nothing you could think of to say that needed to be added. So you just lifted your head and pressed your lips to his in a kiss that said everything.

*

A good run of games, with far more wins than losses, always put your boyfriend in a good mood. So good, that after the latest game, which was another win where he’d gotten 2 goals and 1 assist, he’d even suggested going out for drinks. You were more than happy to agree – not that you didn’t love your evenings in with him, but sometimes it was nice to go out and try something new, y’know? These plans quickly turned into a couples’ drinks with Kris and Catherine, and Geno and Anna, and the six of you ended up in a private booth in a fancy cocktail bar.

You’d immediately ordered some lethal manhattan cocktails with Anna and Cath, leaving the guys to their own devices as the three of you toasted to the success of the men in your lives. As you surveyed the bar around you, you felt yourself relax a little. This was exactly you needed, with exactly these people. These two women had welcomed you so quickly into the Better Halves group, and you couldn’t be more excited to spend time with just them. Well, them and your rapidly tipsy partners. 

It had only taken the three men a couple of hours to be giggling messes. 

Kris, the troublemaker that he was, had indulged Sidney’s sweet tooth with so many sugary cocktails, that he was already pretty far gone, eyes glassy and skin flushed. Sure, he was going to feel it tomorrow morning, but the fact that he actually got the chance to let go, to just relax with his just closest friends? That was the most important thing.

How often did Sidney get the chance to do that?

The six of you were still in the booth, Geno having just come back with a fresh round of cocktails, and Sidney was started to lean against you a little heavier, making you frown slightly.

“Hey, are you good?” you asked softly.

Sidney leaned back to look at you properly, hair a little ruffled and his top two buttons undone, distracting you slightly.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…and I’ve held the Stanley Cup three times,” Sidney slurred, his lips stretched in that beautiful crooked grin.

Kris, Cath, Geno and Anna all just burst into laughter, making you laugh too.

“I’m serious! The cup is so beautiful…but you, you are the most,” Sidney said firmly.

“He’s serious,” Kris snickered, “crisse Sid, what a romantic,”

The sarcasm just made Sidney pout. Bless him.

“Okay I think it’s time for some water,” you giggled.

“Oh no please, let him carry on. It’s been so long since drunk Sid made an appearance,” Kris grinned.

“Drunk Sid is most fun!” Geno added, nodding enthusiastically.

You looked back at your boyfriend to see him still smiling at you like the sun, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting in your stomach. How were you supposed to react, when he looked at you so brilliantly? You didn’t have to look at Cath or Anna to know that they were smiling fondly at you – you’d had enough wine nights with them to know how sweet they thought Sidney was with you.

“He may be fun now, but he’s going to be an absolute grump tomorrow and you know it,” you mused, shaking your head.

“Won’t be grumpy,” Sidney insisted.

Oh jeez. “Yes you will,” you teased, “But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide,”

“You think I’m cute?” Sidney said happily, before looking at his teammates, “she think I’m cute!”

That just sent Kris and Geno into fits of laughter again, making you sigh fondly. Oh he was definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

Worth it though.

*

The summer brought you back to Nova Scotia with Sidney. Well, you’d taken two weeks off work in August to be able to spend Sidney’s birthday with him, but you were so glad you did. Spending some proper time with his parents and with Taylor was so worth it, and you didn’t miss the little smiles he sent your way when he thought you weren’t looking – Sidney loved you being home with him just as much as you loved it.

The best part though, was definitely waking up to that sleepy morning sunlight, the lake only a stone’s throw away, Sidney warm and content and at peace. 

“Mm happy birthday Sid,” you murmured sleepily, curling further into his body.

“Shh, if my body doesn’t know that I’m getting older then I won’t get any more grey hairs,” Sidney groaned, not opening his eyes.

You just giggled, running a hand over his bare chest. What a drama queen.

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, baby,” you teased, “you know I like your grey hair, the little grey of it that there is,”

What? You did!

Sidney lifted his head to look down at you incredulously. Of course that was what made him wake up properly.

“You like it?” he frowned.

“It makes you look…distinguished. It’s…sexy,” you shrugged. There was no reason to lie to him after all.

“Sexy?” he laughed, rolling his eyes.

Oh now that wouldn’t do. You slotted your leg between his thighs, moving to hover him slightly where he was lying on his back, waiting until he was looking at you properly. He swallowed heavily at the seriousness in your expression. Good.

“Yeah, Sid. It’s sexy,” you said softly, “you’re sexy. Clearly I need to tell you that more often,”

Sidney’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours as he processed your words.

“If I’m so sexy, then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

The desire in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but to grin. You leant your head down to kiss him softly, leaning up on your elbow for a better angle. Sidney groaned softly at the sweet kiss, one hand sliding into your hair with the other resting on your waist. You kept the kiss slow, gentle, intense, with only light brushes of your tongue, taking your time to enjoy yourself. You loved early mornings like this, when it was just the two of you with nothing to do for hours, and today you had nowhere to be until well into the afternoon, so you were going to indulge yourself with these kisses while you could.

Eventually you broke away, lips feeling as swollen as Sidney’s looked. Wow.

“Is that better?” you mused, stroking the hair at his template.

“Hmm, I don’t know. That’s all I get?” he murmured, “on my birthday?”

Tease. You licked your bottom lip, Sidney’s eyes flashing darker, and you rolled off of him, tugging your sleep-top over your head and lying down sultrily on your back. Sidney’s eyes immediately fell to your bare chest, yours flicking down to the hard line of his cock in his boxers, before you grinned.

“Get over here birthday boy…” you purred.

Sidney didn’t waste another second.

*

Sometimes things weren’t perfect. Sometimes Sidney had a string of bad games where he got too much into his own head. Sometimes he wouldn’t communicate in any more than a couple of words or grunts. Sometimes you had to prioritise a work deadline over time with him. Sometimes things between the two of you were extremely tense until one (or most often, both) of you cracked and talked it out.

But that’s what made your relationship work – the talking. Being with Sidney meant being in such a mature adult relationship, and it was refreshing to be able to work through things with a guy that wasn’t just going to fly off the handle or sulk around. Sure, Sidney had his faults, but he always tried not to take his frustrations out on you. You knew that the highs of dating a hockey superstar came with the lows too – you knew that when you agreed to go on that very first date way back when, but he’d proved time and time again that he was worth it. He was always worth it.

Right now, Sidney…no, the Penguins had been on a bad luck streak, and you could see the pressure piling up on your boyfriend, from management, from the press, from the fans, from himself. But not from you. There was no way you were going to add to his stress, not when he needed your support more than anything.

And you knew he appreciated more than anything else.

Like today, for example.

Sidney had turned up at your apartment a couple of hours earlier than you thought, having come straight from the airport rather than going to his house first, just looking bone-tired. So you’d immediately drawn him a bath with your favourite lavender-vanilla bath bubbles, Sidney insisting that you join him too.

Well, you weren’t going to deny him that.

So that’s where the two of you were now, you lying between Sidney’s legs, your back leaning against his chest, your hands clutching at his forearms where his arms were wrapped around you.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

You just smiled softly, tilting your head back to press a kiss to his jaw before leaning into him again.

“I’m just sorry we’re doing this in my shitty apartment rather than your lovely bathroom,” you shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter whether we’re at your place or mine. You’ve always felt like home,” Sidney murmured.

Oh god, if your heart could be any more full it would be. Wow.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you said softly, not wanting to break the moment, “I’ll always be here for you,”

Sidney smiled into your neck, pressing the lightest of kisses into your skin, making you shiver despite the temperate of the water.

“I mean it, you are my home and I couldn’t be more grateful. You’ve shown me what love feels like, sweetheart,” Sidney murmured, “I love you,”

You tried desperately to blink away the tears that sprung to your eyes, squeezing his hands. “I love you too Sid. So much,” you whispered.

As his arms held you a little tighter and he buried his face in your neck a little more, you knew there was nowhere else you would rather be.

*

Another morning, another day waking up in Sidney’s arms. No matter how many roadtrips he went on, countless by the point, it still felt weird sleeping in your own bed without him. Your apartment felt cold, felt empty, despite it holding all your possessions, but you knew that was just because it didn’t have him in it. When he was home in Pittsburgh, whether it was in your apartment or at his house, you had never slept better than when you were with him. You could only hope he felt the same.

“Good morning,” Sidney said softly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Good morning,” you replied, smiling up at him.

He smiled back, leaning over to press a few gentle kisses to your lips before leaning back.

“That was a real serious face you had a moment ago,” Sidney said, lying on his side with his head propped up with his hand.

Busted. “I was just thinking,” you shrugged.

“What are you thinking about?” he mused.

“Nothing much. Just…”

You trailed off, biting your bottom lip. Sidney’s hand slid to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your trapped lip until you let it free.

“Just…” he prompted.

“I could get used to waking up beside you,” you blurted,

Sidney’s face looked a little stunned. Damn it. Was that too much?

But then his face shifted into the biggest smile you’d ever seen, making your hopeful heart beat a little faster.

“Why don’t we make that a reality?”

W-What?

Sidney saw the confusion in your expression and hesitated, before turning and reaching into the bedside drawer beside him. He paused slightly, as he grabbed whatever it was, making your heart beat a little faster. What was going on? But after a couple of beats, he rolled back over to face you, hand clenched in a fist.

“Move in with me?” he murmured.

He opened his fist, revealing a shiny key, making your jaw drop a little. Oh wow.

“For real?” you whispered, eyes not moving from the key.

“Yeah, for real,” Sidney mused, although you could hear the strain of nerves in his voice, “I would really love for this to be your home too. You already have a ton of your clothes here as well as make-up and your shower stuff…so why don’t we make this full time?”

You choked out a laugh – he did have a point there.

But was it too soon?

No.

“If it makes a difference, I’ve wanted to ask you for months,” Sidney admitted.

“You have?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You’re it for me,” he said simply.

He really did have such a way with words.

“I would love to, Sid,” you said softly.

“Yeah?” he grinned,

“Yeah. I want to build this life with you. So let’s do this,” you nodded.

Sidney whooped, making you giggle, and he dropped the key into the bedsheets in favour of pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Yeah, you could get used to this.

[callabang]

Flash Rec: Weird Biology

fish, frogs, tentacles and more! 

young and new-made green | chevalric

Joel is fucked, basically. As fucked as it’s possible for a frog to be, and that’s pretty frogging fucked.

Dive or Women Want Me, Fish Also Want Me | notthequiettype

"When someone says, 'Oh, hey, you want to finally come up and spearfish with me, by the way I'm a fish creature, is that going to be a problem' I guess you just expect, I don't know? Fins? Tentacles? Those teeth whales have so they can eat the little shrimp things?"

"Krill? You expected me to have baleen?"

"I don't know, I learned about whales when I was like, seven."

soaked | goodnightpuckbunny

Zhenya is curious. Now that he’s seen Sid at a vulnerable moment, he can’t get the image out of his mind.

anything by iaintafraidofnoghostbear, especially: 

Bloom | iaintafraidofnoghostbear

Travis needs help to ... blossom.

Love?Struck | iaintafraidofnoghostbear

It’s obvious that Ivan’s interested in mating him, making slow circles around Shayne on the ice during practice and warmups.

Swamp Thang | al-the-remix (only_blue)

Sid took it as an excuse to let everything grow wild. His sprouts grew out along with the rest of his hair, and his little green spots had gone from barely noticeable to springing up all over his skin. It would take hours and more than a pair of tweezers if Zhenya had to groom him now. He was sort of excited by the idea; getting to investigate all these new, private places on Sid’s body.

Saltwater | sevenfists

The naiad moved in shortly after Sid finished his house, that first summer, a week after he filled the pool. He noticed some splashing one morning while he was eating breakfast, and when he went outside to investigate, she popped her head up out of the water, clung to the side of the pool, and hissed at him.

“Uh,” Sid said, still holding a slice of toast in one hand. Dew from the grass chilled his bare feet. “Are you—hi?”

Full | soixante

"I'm ready," Sid breathed out.

Behind him, Geno gave a soft chuckle, and then leaned down to nuzzle at his neck. "You think you ready."

i want a bad, bad romance | lotts (LottieAnna)

“You don’t get it, it’s…” Gabe bites his lip. “You probably wouldn’t believe me.”

Really, what does Gabe expect Tyson to say to that? Oh, I see, you’re dealing with something very strange and possibly monstrous, sounds exciting, I’ll leave you to it?

“Try me,” he says, crossing his arms.

love the innovation (that I accept) | goldenmagikarp

No one told Esa he had to give the rookies the Talk (feat. tentacle petting).

[myhockeyworld87]

Milestone Maker - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,992

POV: Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Language

Notes: So you guys made me realize I could not let this milestone of my OG hockey hubby go by without writing a little something. I hope you all enjoy this. Happy Reading to all of you! Congratulation Sidney on 1000th games! Can’t wait to watch him in the next 1000. 

“Good morning, my love,” you greeted your husband, setting the breakfast tray down at the foot of the bed so that you could kiss him properly. “Happy one-thousandth game day.” Sid smiled sweetly at you, before drawing you back down for another kiss. You’d been married for almost nineteen months now and you still couldn’t get enough of each other.

Your foot bumped the tray, as the kiss turned heated, reminding you that you’d brought him breakfast on his special day. “What’s this?” He asked after hearing the clink of the silverware.

“I made you all your favorites.”

“You’re telling me there are waffles in there?”

“Of course, with strawberries, just the way you like them.” You set the tray on his lap, removing the cover that you’d placed on it so keep everything warm.

“You know the other way I like this?” He scooped up a dollop of whipped cream and smeared it on your lips before licking it away.

“Eat this first,” you ordered, lifting up a forkful of eggs to feed him. “Then we’ll move on to other things.” He took the proffered bite, seductively closing his lips around the utensil and you were suddenly second-guessing your decision to bring him breakfast in bed. “You know I’m supposed to be the one inciting you like that.”

“Babe, you literally walk in the room and I want you. So consider this a taste of your own medicine.” Sid decided to grab a piece of turkey bacon next, moaning dramatically as he ate. It was all over after that. You grabbed the tray and set it on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Hey,” Sid whined. “That’s my breakfast.”

“Mmmhmm, I’m aware.” You crawled back up the length of the bed so that you were situated beside the length of him

“Then you’re aware it’s getting cold.” That damn smirk was on his face, the one that never failed to turn your insides to goo.

“I’ll remake everything, but this can’t wait.” You shimmied the comforter and sheets that were pooled around his waist down, exposing his body to you. Hands raking down his chest, you felt his sharp intake of breath before you heard it. Sid took the satin ties of your robe and toyed with them between his fingers, itching to touch your body, but this was about him today. You swatted him away before bending down to kiss the little trail of hair that led to the place you knew would drive him wild.

Taking his cock, you let your tongue sneak out and lick the head, tasting his dewy precum. It was your turn to moan, and you felt Sid harden even further with just that small simple touch. When you wrapped your lips around his shaft, Sid’s head fell back against the bed, lost in the power of your mouth. His hand instinctively threaded through your hair, pulling it back so he could enjoy the view. You worked him in and out of your mouth; your hand pumping what couldn’t fit in. “You’re so fucking good to me, (Y/N).” Swirling your tongue around the head, Sid groaned out his pleasure. You had a knack of driving him to the brink in no time and today was no different.

You popped him out of your mouth, then trailed your tongue down to his balls, sucking and licking him the way you knew he liked. His shaft, you worked with your right hand, jerking it up and down in a motion that drove him mad. It was torturous, but torture that he loved and you loved taking him there. His hips bucked up in your hand and you knew he was close, so you took him back into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so you could suck him off.

“Fuck baby.” The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he was pushing you off of him and rolling you onto your back. Somehow the ties of your robe had come undone, and Sid pushed it open the rest of the way to reveal your naked form. “God, you’re beautiful.” His fingers slipped between your folds, to make sure that you were wet for him. There was no need for you’d been dripping since the moment he took that bite of egg, but Sid, being the gentlemen that he was, always needed to make sure.

“Please, Sid,” you begged, wanting his cock inside you. “I need you.”

Again, that cocky little smirk, the one that you’d fallen in love with, came out, before he thrust deep inside you. “You feel so fucking good.” He pushed your knees back, before leveraging himself over you, then began pumping in and out of your pussy. His lips found yours, devouring you as he stroked his cock in and out of you. For as long as you’d known him, and it had been a few hundred of those thousand games, this would never get old. You’d always love the feel of him thrusting deep inside you.

Sid pinned your hands on either side of your head and laced his fingers with yours. His mouth was still firmly attached to yours, as he pistoned in and out of you. You were on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment, when he finally broke the kiss, both of you panting. “I love you,” He said looking deep in your eyes, right as you fell apart. The sight and feel causing Sid to spiral down that path with you. He collapsed on top of you, after cumming deep inside you.

“I love you too,” you whispered stroking the nape of his neck, then running your fingers through his soft curls. He moved to his side taking you with him and the two of you laid there for several minutes just catching your breath. Finally, Sid got up and went to the foot of the bed. “What are you doing?”

“Eating my breakfast,” he laughed, bringing the tray back up. “I worked up an appetite.”

You grabbed the tray out of his hand as he snatched up another piece of bacon. “This is cold. I’ll go make you fresh while you shower. You’ve got practice soon.”

There was a pout on his face, one that usually appeared when there was a bad call on the ice. “You’re ruining my day with talk of that.”

“Well, how else are you going to get another thousand if you don’t get out of this bed.”

“Fine, I’m going.”

The two of you went about your day, as you would any normal game day, for although it was his thousandth game, some things you couldn’t change. “I’ll see you at the arena.” He said before kissing you goodbye. “You’ll be on time, right?”

“Of course, I will.” You’d never been late to anything of his or yours for that matter, but you knew he was fretting because there would be a special little ceremony before the game.

“I know. I’m just being paranoid, but you’re all that's here for this.” It was killing Sid that his parents couldn’t be here with Covid restrictions.

“I know, baby. I’ll be there extra early.”

“Thanks, babe. I love you.”

“Love you too.” He was out the door then and as soon as he was, you were putting your surprise for him into action. Of course, the Penguins had things planned out for him, but you’d wanted to do something special for him as well.

You got ready and headed to the arena, making sure you were there thirty minutes before the time Sid had asked you to be, along with your surprise. While this wasn’t the way you wanted to commemorate your husband’s milestone, both you and he would’ve preferred to do it in front of the home crowd in Pittsburgh, you were still happy that the team and NHL were recognizing his accomplishment.

Right before the National anthem, they brought out the carpet where you would meet Sid. You stood there, waiting as you heard the announcer start the speech. Sid looked over making sure you were there and you blew him a kiss, while he gave you a little smirk and wink back. He then turned his attention to the scoreboard to watch the montage and well wishes from everyone. You had tears in your eyes as you watched all his accomplishments. The video came to an end to the sound of piped-in applause and stick taps from both teams.

“Please welcome Sidney’s family,” you heard the announcer say before the door opened. Sid looked over as you walked out, his parents and sister trailing behind you. He was stunned that they were there. Why you weren’t sure, because they would never miss something this special in his life, but you’d definitely been able to pull off this little surprise. He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the tears that threatened to fall, while yours were already tumbling down.

He stopped at your first, kissing you through your mask. “How did you?”

“I’ll tell you later. I love you, baby. Congratulations.” He moved on hugging and kissing the cheeks of all his family members, while a couple of the guys brought out flowers for you, Trina and Taylor. Geno and Tanger brought out his sliver stick, while Rusty handed out the special plaque that was made. It was over within minutes but the reaction from Sid would last a lifetime in your mind.

At the end of the night, everyone celebrated his accomplishment with champagne at the arena. His parents told him that it had been all your doing to get them here, making sure that they had covid tests and getting them a hotel to stay at for the surprise. They would be staying on a few days longer, but at your home with the two of you.

“I don’t know how to thank you, babe. This means so much.”

“I still have a couple surprises left.” You pulled out one of the boxes you had hidden for him.

He opened the gift, a specially made Rolex watch commemorating his accomplishment. “Wow, this is incredible.”

“Just like you,” you told him before handing him the other.

“Sweetie this is way too much. You didn’t need to do all this.”

“Shush,” you told. “You deserve it, though this one has a no return policy on it so I hope you like it.”

His curiosity was piqued at that and he tore away the paper quickly. Lifting the lid, he gasped, smiling brightly at what he saw inside. “Really?” You simply smiled and nodded back.

“What is it, son?” Troy asked though everyone in the room's attention was now on Sidney.

“We’re having a baby,” Sid announced, before closing the lid and lifting you off the ground. He kissed you as champagne and cheers went up all around you. Sid set you down on your feet, after a few minutes, a worried look crossing his face. “Was that ok? Maybe I shouldn’t have told everyone.”

“It’s perfectly fine. I hope you don’t mind me telling you this way.”

“Mind? Babe this is perfect. You made this day one I’ll never forget.” His hands were roaming over your belly, where the baby grew even though you hadn’t started to show at all.

“I think you did that all on your own.”

“Nah, it’s taken everyone here to get me this far in my career, and it’s taken you to get me something I’ve always dreamed of.” Pregnancy hormones were getting the best of you as happy tears started to pool in your eyes. “Just think, if I make it to fifteen-hundred games, our little one will be out there with you.”

“You’ll make it to that and I have a feeling it’ll be more than one little one out there, Mr. Crosby.”

“God, I hope so. I love you, Mrs. Crosby.”

“Love you too, Sid.”

[zirkkun-uthcs]

What would happen if s/o took the initiative of confessing (considering that they were already friends a long time with the said skelly) and didn't knew how to confess properly ,in kinda frustration and also wanting to confess they kiss him:3

How would geno,dream,nigthmare and cross react ?:0

(I apologize, I don’t write for Dream or Nightmare, but I’ll write the other two ^^;;)

&&&

Aftertale!Sans - You said you wanted to tell him something, and yet, here you two are, in complete silence, sitting directly next to each other on the sofa. With nothing happening. An eventful evening, clearly.

Geno will try to prompt some sort of useless conversation of sorts -- small talk, more or less, but he knows he’s just saying words to fill the empty space within the hanging awkward atmosphere. He doesn’t really have any idea what to do. He doesn’t even know why you wanted to talk to him in the first place. All he does know is that he’s really nervous about the prospect of you right here and now telling him how much you actually have hated him this whole time. But that won’t happen. It’s his brain making up things. Right? Right. That’s it.

... right?

Stars, panic is still swirling around his skull. There’s nothing he can do about it. It just keeps building and building, adding on more and more with every breath he takes and every word he thinks of. Geno starts dead conversations less and less, slowly debating whether or not he should just leave and hope you tell him about this later.

When suddenly, a hand snatches his jaw, and something presses against his cheekbone.

A...

A kiss?

Right now?

He turns to see you with your face buried in your hands, practically scream-crying with embarrassment. Geno is... a little confused as to what’s going on, but like the good friend he is, will pull you into a hug. Which you return -- tightly. He’s a little concerned... until he hears your voice against his skull, whispering to him the confession you’ve been dying to say.

XTale!Sans - Cross doesn’t really understand why you’re suddenly awkward with him that day. Just yesterday, you two were totally fine, hanging out as usual, but now you’re acting as if you’re trying to hide something from him and it’s driving him crazy. He really doesn’t do well with lying of any kind, but considering it’s you... whomst he has a pretty big soft spot for... he’s trying to make an exception to try and understand the root of why you’re being so... like this.

“something wrong?” he’ll ask. No response. “hey, have you heard the news from this morning?” The answer’s no. “geez, i feel almost kind of sick from whatever we had to eat yesterday, what about you?” Still a no. “something about today’s a little off, don’t you think?” Complete and utter silence. Cross is beginning to lose his patience.

“look, will you just tell me whatever you’re thinking? the more you stay quiet, the more worried i get, and --”

This.

This was not the answer he was expecting.

He...

What...

What does he even do? What does he say? Well, I suppose he can’t really say anything right now -- not while your lips are sealing his mouth shut.

He’s definitely dreaming, right? What kind of fairy-tale nonsense is this right now? And why does this feel like forever?

When you finally push back, Cross is absolutely star-struck. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know what to think, much less anything else. He’s just... overwhelmed. By a lot of emotions. All at the same time.

The confession finally forming into words as you speak, finally letting that itching annoyance from the day, begging you to say something; Cross is even more frozen than before. He might genuinely need you to snap him back awake into reality, because he’s so thrown off by everything that’s happened that he doesn’t even think it’s real.

[al-the-remix]

Found out yesterday that my partner of 3 years has had an affair for at least the last year :) I honestly just wanna curl up in bed and forget I exist for a while. Any good, very long sidgeno stories that'll suck me right it? Please and thanks :)

I’m so sorry that happened to you! Here’s a list of some long fic that’s not too angsty? 

Welcome Home -- oflights

Morning to Wake You -- oflights

Bloom -- oflights

More Things In Heaven And Earth -- RainyForcast

if wishes were -- RainyForcast

Between the salt water, and the seas strand – RainyForcast

Thou and You – twentysomething

A Fool and His Money – lupinus

All The way Through -- sevenfists

Motherland -- sevenfists

The Biblical Sense -- sevenfists

The Real Thing -- sevenfists

Private Show -- sevenfists 

A Consort to a King – eyeslikeonyx

The Killing Kind -- beggingwolf

And Never Been Kissed --Thehoyden, twentysomething 

King and Lionheart -- Thehoyden

The Salt King -- ladyblahblah

To Be Seen Alright -- destar 

Reverence -- vestigialstell 

stop, drop, and roll -- wakeupnew

Sid/Geno Tumblr Fics -- liophael 

The Emperor’s Humility -- itsacoup 

Some Other Beginning’s End -- turningterrific

When You Least Expect It -- 71seventeen 

Wide Open Spaces -- secretsidgenowriter 

Gone Soft and Blue With Stories – secretsidgenowriter

Miles To Go – secretsidgenowriter

This Cold Harbour Now Home -- hkafterdark 

[beggingwolf]

does sid sleep naked so morning sex is easier or do they both sleep in pjs so they get the thrill of undressing each other?

(these are all from the same person i’m just a little soft about sidgeno tonight)

I love the idea that sid really, really gets off on the idea of pulling down the elastic waistband of Geno’s sleep shorts/boxers/whatever. Like geno would ideally either be naked (easier to get that sweet sweet body heat from sid) or swaddled in flannel (warm), but sid is so ridiculously into pulling down geno's boxers that THAT is what they both wear in bed.

They're both happy about it in the end 😌

[sternenteile]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

most often, you may find that geno smells of something like a toasted marshmallow. the scent of a faint burn resides in space, and with that smell of stardust comes sugar from a constant stream of honey-tasting star bits. he also smells faintly of something more earthy, one of those homely scents that you just can’t place entirely, but all you know is that it’s comforting.

2. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

in his star form, they just feel like soft nubs with hardly any sensation to him whatsoever. it feels a lot like human skin, but lighter, perfectly smooth, and almost without feeling at all —— like something drifting constantly between a gas and a solid. in the doll, his hands are of splintered wood, flawed in their many scuffs and repairs, but kept as sanded down as possible. splintering is really only felt if you really get into his joints, where it’s definitely harder for him to tend to things. he rarely gets an opportunity for the doll to be taken apart and tended to that deeply.

3. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮?

what doesn’t he? he’ll eat whatever he gets his hands on. star bits are his forté, of course, but his diet, since being planetbound for the first time, has expanded hugely. he’ll eat anything from basic crackers to whopping pies of pizza with everything and the kitchen sink on them. he’s even occasionally eaten things that are... notably not edible. it doesn’t work out most times, but at least it doesn’t poison him. much.

4. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚?

his voice is average. it’s not going to blow you away, by any means, but he is able to hold his cadence for a lovely lullaby. don’t take him to a karaoke bar, though. when he gets really into it and gets loud, all sense of control is gone. then it’ll probably cost you an eardrum or two.

5. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨?

he fiddles with his cape very often as a tic, whether it’s from something as simple as idling and daydreaming to something more complex like anxiety. he mainly fusses over the pointed, gold folds towards his neck, as well as the twine holding the cape intact. in his star form, he has an uncommon habit of stimming found in stars, most often in younger ones. you know how cats have zoomies? those moments where they’re bounding with so much energy that they have to release it somehow? and that somehow means bouncing off of the walls and zipping around with no real destination? yeah, it’s that.

as for bad habits, eating things he isn’t supposed to is one of them. behaving impulsively in general leads to things like this, as well as getting himself into sticky situations fast, speaking out of line, and so forth. he is just an impulsive guy.

6. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧?

he typically remains in his usual cape, but he’s up for a change of clothes every so often! he’ll just... kind of wear whatever is around? he has capes from his adventures with mario and co., such as the sailor cape, mega cape, star cape, etc. he also picks stuff up while shopping with buddies like peach and mallow, anything from funny shirts with meme cats on them to the occasional sundresses and ol’ country suspenders a la rose town fashion. his sense of fashion is very... all over the place, and he’s not great at coordinating, but it’s not like he’s used to, well, wearing clothes like people.

7. 𝙄𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤?

VERY. VERY. he loves to cuddle and hug, he could sit in silence with an old friend with perfect contentment, he is genuinely an excitable, interested listener, he’s supportive, he’s kind, he’ll try to make you laugh if you’re down, hold you, give you tea, HUGS, HUGS, HUGS. did i mention hugs? he is a very huggy guy. he’s been so love- and touch-starved all of his life that he can’t get enough of it now. he’s making up for lost time, see. 

8. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣?

curled into himself and holding his arms close to himself is how he most often sleeps. it’s a sleep position often associated with loneliness, as far as i’ve seen, something withdrawn, protective, and closed-in, as to gather warmth in oneself that otherwise is lacking while sleeping —— as if ‘hugging’ oneself. in his star form, though, he just sleeps while afloat and upright lmao.

9. 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?

he’s often very quiet when traversing the halls at night, usually for midnight snacking treks or a walk (yes, even late at night or early in the morning, as stars don’t sleep as much as most). he’s incredibly good at keeping mum... unless he stumbles and runs into something. alas, his balance is hit-or-miss in his doll form, so he may cause more clatter and ruckus during some nights than others. that plate shattering? that fridge door slipping out of his fingers suddenly and slamming shut? that box of crackers he dropped from a height? him falling off of the stool or countertop while trying to reach the cookie jar? yeah, sorry about that.

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Bruises

Frequently, reddish elliptic purpuric macules occurring on the palatal skin near the junction between the hard and the soft part of the palate. This condition may be the result from oral sexual practices, when the repeated bumping of the male organ traumatizes on the soft tissue this region. In such a case the lesion disappears within 2 or 3 days, only to return again when the act is recur (Giansanti et al., 1975).

Geno is waiting for Sid to come back home from his dentist appointment. Sid comes in from the front door, with a funny smile on his mouth and vaguely blushing. Geno asks what’s so funny.

Sid was in the dentist chair, another one of his regular appointments to make sure his implants and jaw were still healthy and not rejecting anything, when the doctor offhandedly asks if he’s been having oral sex.

Sid startles at that, and unwilling to admit he went a little hard last night taking his boyfriends dick so far into his throat he still felt hoarse that morning, asks the dentist what gave him that idea.

“Well you’ve got a bruise on the palatial skin portion of your pallete”

And he awkwardly stutters out an excuse about a party and a hotdog and Flower, but he knows the dentist isn’t believing a word of it.

Geno just throws his head back and laughs, while Sid can only grin and walk over to straddle his Russian goofball.

Geno remembers the night before, laying on the middle of the bed with Sid kneeling and his elbows bracketing Genos hips as he sucks down his cock, slick noises and little moans coming from Sid as he glances up from time to time, his eyes wide and just slightly wet as he takes Genos dick further into his throat, wiggling his head to get further down, then just hammering away for a good 10 seconds, Genos hands flying to grip Sid by the short hair on his head to pull him away before he comes.

“Hey, keep laughing and you’ll get a weird bruise in strange places” Sid chortles, his hands running tenderly through Genos hair.

Geno smirks and says “look foward to it” as he gently kisses Sid.