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nikarie5 · 7 months

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Chair de poule - snippet

Rating: General audience but with warnings Trigger warnings: Walburga Black's A+ parenting, corporal punishment, book burning, bad French* (although less than expected because it was a very unproductive weekend and I didn't get my act together.) Description: A view into Sirius's childhood, and how Pascal Dumais ended up with multiple complete sets of R.L. Stine's Goosebumps series in his basement. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, @hazelnoot-analyst for their excellent work, @1-800-shedevil for the fun line divider, and to R.L. Stine for giving me many nightmares (not that I ever read a full book, just the thought of the stories and YTV show gave me nightmares.)

-Sirius. SIRIUS! Descend de là tout de suite. Tu étais censé commencer tes exercices il y a cinq minutes.

Sirius sort de sa chambre, tourne pour se présenter pour une rapide fesser (peut-être il pourra ainsi éviter une punition plus sévère), puis se dirige vers le foyer ou se rangent tous les patins. Il avait oublié que son père n’avait pas un match ce soir, et sa mère était toujours plus stricte et attentif quand son père était là. Se peut-il que son père entrerait assez tôt pour observer un peu de son entrainement? Sirius savait qu’il était toujours un petit peu trop lent, qu’il n’avait pas réussi à surpasser les objectifs fixés par Orion pour le mois peu importe qu’il ait fait des intervalles pour une heure chaque soir sur la patinoire dans la cour, même après les entrainements avec son équipe les lundis et mercredis. Devrait-il tenter de changer l’objectif pour démontrer son contrôle de la rondelle? Il a beaucoup amélioré sa technique depuis la dernière fois que son père l’ait vu. Mais, en ce faisant, il sera peut-être puni pour avoir l’audace de changer le régime qu’Orion lui avait dicté. Non, mieux qu’il se prépare pour une double session sur la patinoire avec son père. Sa collation n’était qu’une banane, s’il vomisse, ce ne serai pas trop dégoutant. De toute manière, s’il ne se gave pas à diner, son père ne croira pas qu’il s’est efforcer jusqu’au bout. Ce soir, il n’ira pas au lit affamé. Perdu dans ses calculs, il commence ses étirements puis se lance dans sa routine. --

He was right, he was in for a double session on the ice, and then a lecture after supper to boot, since he both failed to meet his father's speed goals and missed the net with one of his slapshots. What he hadn't expected was for Walburga to then bring Regulus into the room, carrying his stack of Chair de Poule novels. He had convinced his parents to buy him the series and each new novel, because it was what most of his team was reading on the bus, and it was important to fit in with the team. He had been passing them on to Regulus after reading each one and they would read them together on the few nights that they could sneak into each others' rooms - usually when Walburga and Orion had a team event.

Walburga showed Orion how she had been tracking the boys' practices and progress, and more importantly, how they had been lacking in discipline and failed to follow his set training regime. She claimed that these books were a distraction, were the reason the boys had failed to meet Orion's expectations. She had seen both boys reading on multiple occasions over the past two weeks, when they should have been studying the plays Orion had designed for them to practice. Sirius had been late - late! - to start his practice sessions twice - twice! - in the past month, because he was holed up in his room reading.

Orion looked very disappointed as he ordered both boys to lower their pants and bend over. He reviewed the boys' lap times, and told Sirius that he would remove his signet and Cup rings this time, since Sirius had gotten faster, albeit if not fast enough. Afterwards, he lectured the boys about the need for drive and discipline if they wanted to make it into the NHL and win Stanley Cups for Slytherin. Distractions would derail their career before it ever began. Distractions must be eliminated. Their team mates would respect them more for their dedication to the game if they studied playbooks on the bus. He and Walburga then ordered the boys to feed the books into the fireplace, one by one, until they were all reduced to ash. It took over an hour to burn the 60 books they had - nearly the full collection. Sirius blamed the smoke for the tears he and Regulus were both blinking away.

-- « Sirius, tu as un livraison », cria Celeste Dumais quand elle entenda Pascal et Sirius sortant du garage. «C'était un peu lourd, et je ne voulais pas descendre les escaliers avec un tel poids...» --

Celeste and Pascal were expecting their third child, and Sirius didn't want her attempting the basement stairs with a heavy package either. He hadn't been around many pregnant people, but even he knew lifting wasn't what they should be doing.

He hefted the box, and brought it down stairs. Pascal watched with a raised eyebrow but made no comments as Sirius started unpacking a complete set of Chair de poule books.

Pascal's eyebrows raised further when Sirius ordered, and unpacked, the exact same series three months later.

He figured it was a Black secret that Sirius would eventually unburden himself of when over the course of the next three years, Sirius bought more than thirteen complete sets of the series. He thought he had it nearly figured out - as far as he could tell, Sirius ordered a new set around the time he reached a point milestone, or if he broke his own scoring record within a season.

When Sirius moved out, he only took one set of the books with him, and asked Pascal to give a set to each of his children, and donate the rest. Pascal did that, but also left a set on the basement shelves. He would often find Logan reading one of those spare copies in the quiet hours of the morning, or at night when he was still too keyed up after a game to sleep but none of the Dumais kids were awake to be read to. In fact, he himself had started grabbing one or two of them when he was still keyed up after a game but Celeste and the kids were in bed. Adele had outgrown them, and never really liked that brand of horror anyway, but she had loved snuggling into Sirius when he started reading aloud. She had recently sent her complete set back to the basement because she had run out of space on her bedroom bookshelves. Marc and Louis were about the age to find them the right amount of frightening, and Katie was into anything that would get her snuggle time with Logan, so they were still getting lots of use.

He hoped that whoever next billeted in the basement would be able to carry on the tradition with the kids' horror books. He didn't expect Regulus to tear up when he saw the complete set on the bookshelf in the basement bedroom when Pascal gave Regulus a tour. He certainly hadn't expected it to be the deciding factor when Regulus was hesitant about moving into the basement. Maybe one day Regulus would explain the attachment the Black brothers held for these books? Although, given how attached the two brothers were to just these books, and what he knew about their childhood, maybe he didn't want to know.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather fanfic #hazelnoots #fic fest #fic-o-ween

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moregraceful · 7 months

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trick or treat 👻

a little ghost!!!

here is an outline of a cale/devon fic inspired by the time i clicked on the #contentking hashtag on twitter, expecting more devon Toews pictures and instead seeing a sea of gay porn!! I never really decided whether or not to commit to the fic so it just kinda languished on my gdrive lol, but I am very fond of thinking about only fans porn star devon and his nhl boyfriend who loves him and supports his sex work career

Cale is still a hockey player, still in Colorado, still signing a super big contract, still very stoic and doesn’t smile too much, except around Devon. Still went to UMass. Partnered with Gravy, Sammy, or Josh Manson. closeted to fans, not to teammates and management

Devon is an OF star, mostly gay (jock4jock), has a youtube channel where he does SFW sex toy reviews with drag queens and gives sex advice. Played college hockey at Quinnipiac still, but had blown out a knee in juniors so it didn’t go further than college hockey — was never drafted

Devon met Cale in a gay bar in Boston, post-Cale getting drafted, pre-Cale to NHL, started a relationship, then moved to Colorado when Cale signed his big contract. Active in the gay scene in Colorado, but travels a bit for work, usually to New York or Los Angeles

Big secret who Cale is — the fans know Cale exists bc Devon always looks esp happy when he talks abt “his boyfriend” and occasionally lets slip hints that he is dating a jock, or someone famous, or w/e but Cale is never in the videos and if Devon ever posts photos of him on Insta, it’s very, boyfriend soft launch shit, no faces, just hands or outlines

Cale has no intention of ever coming out, maybe after he’s retired but not really even then. He wants to spend his life with Devon though!! And Devon, comfortable and confident in who he is, is willing to wait for Cale as long as it takes. They’ll prob move to Toronto or Los Angeles or New York after Cale retires so Devon can have more resources at his disposal for his content, but for now it works out pretty well bc Cale is rich lol. It allows Devon a bit of freedom that he wouldn’t have otherwise, even if he is in Denver.

And they are stupid in love, like Cale loves him so so so much, he doesn’t give a shit at all that Devon is a gay porn star and his dick is all over the internet and that Devon has sex with other dudes (and enjoys it!) He knows Devon loves him first and foremost and that Devon will always come home to him. Also, it’s like, super hot. And Devon is over the moon in love with Cale, like just lights up when he mentions his boyfriend, loves him so much, wishes he could show Cale off but respects his privacy, but is genuinely so in love with him, and grateful Cale understands and supports his work and doesn’t get jealous or want him to stop. Sometimes Cale even meets other jocks and is like, hey talk to my bf :)

It all comes out when Devon is like, absolutely exhausted after sex one day, livestreaming in the bedroom they reserve for his OF stuff but HE FORGOT TO TELL CALE HE WAS STREAMING OH NO and Cale walks in like, you wrecked yourself that badly when I could have done you just as good? And Devon’s shit fuck oh no and Cale’s like OH FUCK and the stream ends abruptly and is deleted immediately

Unfortunately jock4jock, there are just enough people watching who recognize Cale and while only one person got a screenshot, it’s obvious enough who Cale is, even tho he’s flirty and smiling and it’s like this immediate social media shitstorm

Cale has to have the worst press conference in the entire world, but he deals with it very stoicly. No he’s never been in Devon’s videos. Yes he supports Devon’s job. No it does not distract from his gameplay — they’ve been dating for four years at this point, if that tells you anything abt how much of a distraction it was. Joe Sakic is there and he’s like we support Cale 100%. Yes I have met Devon, he’s a charming young man and no he’s never been a distraction for Cale. We have spoken to Cale and he will not be appearing in Devon’s videos and yes, we believe him when he says that he’s never been in them. Don’t fuck with me or my team or I’ll take away your press credentials

Cale goes home and him and Devon have the longest tenderest hug in the world. Devon is like, can I reveal you on insta and Cale’s like, you know what? Let’s fucking go. Devon does a boyfriend reveal of Cale looking soft across the kitchen table over a cup of tea on Instagram. It breaks the gay internet. Cale says, hey, um. You ever think about a commitment ceremony?

#i simply cannot and will not stop being deranged about cale and devon #like a brain disease you get from drinking fishtank water #hockey for ts #rpf for ts #cage replies #selkiefinalist

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bigxrig · 1 year

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Thank you @hellolovers13 @neondiamond @onlythebravest @beardyboyzx @disgruntledkittenface for tagging me to do the 2022 Writing Self Evaulation!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3 this year: 15

2. Word count posted for the year: 144,414

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction, NHL

4. Pairings: Harry/Louis, Marcel/Louis, Zayn/Liam, Niall/Liam, Harry/Emma Corrin, Louis/Florence, Harry/Jamie Oleksiak, Harry/Niall, Harry/Liam

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: as it was

Bookmarks: as it was

Comments: as it was

the rest under the cut!

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): As a surprise to no one, As It Was. I had an idea for an age play fic for years but was too scared to post it. For one reason or another the previous versions didn't work. This time, it did. I think I showed the complexity of the topic and how at the heart of age play it's about trust and care. I love what I wrote and I'm really happy with it. I'm proud of myself for being vulnerable and posting it.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): I have struggled with self-doubt and imposter syndrome for a long time and I kind of refuse to answer this. Even if the story didn't get a lot of hits I'm proud of myself for writing.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: Anyone who commented on As It Was saying they had never read an age play fic but gave it a chance. Especially the few people who said they trusted me to get them through the journey. I am honored that those people gave it a try.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Oh god, writing Liquid Gold because of all the sex and the vibe I was going for. Or Not Sure How To Say This Right. I was going through some weird transitions in my personal life which had me axious to work on this fic.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Hm, I mean, I didn't expect to write Harry/Emma. Does that count?

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: This is from Deafening Silence.

Harry turned to run towards the house, his ankle twisted uncomfortably from the quick movement. He pushed through the pain and the fear and started to run, his vans sliding on the gravel due to lack of friction. He slipped going up the stairs, causing him to fall on the cement making him cry out. He got up and tried open the sliding glass door, it was locked.

“No,” Harry cried. “No, no no,” he chanted as he tried again.

He didn’t lock it and he knew Louis wouldn’t lock it if he woke up and didn’t see Harry in bed. Something else locked it.

Fresh tears fell down his cheeks as Harry started to bang on the door, yelling for Louis as he gasped for breath. Harry felt like he was being watched, his gut was telling him not to look behind him and to get inside as quickly as he could. He heard a stick breaking and felt breath on the back of his neck.

Harry couldn’t hear over his own sobs or the pounding in his ears as he begged for help. The door was slammed open, and Harry was pulled inside by the collar of his sweatshirt and right into Louis’ hands.

“Close the door!” Harry yelled as he tried to shove Louis away from him. “Close the fucking door! It’s out there!”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: Trusting myself! Writing whatever the hell I wanted.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: Same answer as above.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): Oh god, I will try not to write an essay. But truly everyone at my discord @writerscornercafe. I built the community I had been wanting for years. Everyone is so supportive and wonderful in so many different ways. The amount of times people have helped me with phrasing or naming a character or reminding me of the name of an object is insane.

There's also a few people I want to shout out because whether they knew it or not, they helped me.

@larrieblr has been my brainstorming buddy/beta/friend/confidant for the past few months. Every Tuesday we talk about our fics, get each other unstuck, give each other tips, motivation and cheerlead. I am so thankful for the care they show me and my characters.

@justalarryblog for not knowing me for long but deciding starting a discord with me was a good idea. She is not only my bot guru but a trusted friend. I love laughing with her, coming up with ideas for the discord and knowing she has my back and I have hers.

The next few are writings who's work has inspired me to create meaningful stories, stories with laughter, and heart. Thank you for sharing your craft. Thank you for inspiring me. I'm sorry if I haven't said anything until now. Next year I hope to be better showing my appreciation.

@neondiamond somehow didn't get freaked out when the first thing I messaged her was that I had a friendship crush on her lol She has sent me pictures of her dog which never fail to make me smile. She is such a joy to get to know and I am such a fan of her work. They are all warm hugs when I need them.

@restless-rebels for being excited and non-judgmental every time I send her a text that says "so..." or "I was a thinking..." or my personal favorite "👉🏻👈🏻". She knows there is a 50/50 chance I am following it up with a bad decision and I can trust her to be honest that it could be a bad decision.

@disgruntledkittenface @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @neondiamond @littleroverlouis @lhhomefics @larrieblr

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: I haven't talked about this publicly and maybe it won't surprise anyone but I use age regression as a way to deal with trauma, chronic illness and the horror of being alive lol While I didn't write my trauma into As It Was, I used my own experiences and research as a starting off point. I (obviously) did a lot of research and self reflection before deciding to use age regression as a coping mechanism and i think that only helped me as I wrote. There are also a few phrases in every fic that my husband uses.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: I cannot stress enough to write what you want. Fuck what anyone says about tropes or charterers, do what you want.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I am very excited to finish my big bang!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@onlythesweet @tommokat @allwaswell16 @berzerkshires @justalarryblog @voulezloux @louistomlionson @londonfoginacup @littleroverlouis and anyone else who wants to do it!

#end of the year writing self eval

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sc87 · 1 year

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I posted 136 times in 2022

That's 136 more posts than 2021!

65 posts created (48%)

71 posts reblogged (52%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@soft4hardthings

@carpehistoryandthepens

@2headed-disaster

@penguins8771

@robindrake13

I tagged 116 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#nhl - 60 posts

#sidney crosby - 48 posts

#pittsburgh penguins - 47 posts

#evgeni malkin - 26 posts

#colorado avalanche - 19 posts

#nathan mackinnon - 17 posts

#penguins lb - 16 posts

#kris letang - 15 posts

#st louis blues - 10 posts

#jake guentzel - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 61 characters

#someone please write a super sad angsty fic that i can cry to

My Top Posts in 2022:

Why did they do this to him?? This makes me so sad...POOR Z

27 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

On behalf of the entire Pens Tumblr Crew, I'd like to request that Dana Heinze rejoin the Penguins.

Please.

28 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

It infuriates me that the organization treats Geno like he's just some 4th liner that can be replaced in a heartbeat. Geno is NOT a fourth liner. He would be the Sidney Crosby on maybe 25 other teams, but he CHOSE to stay with the penguins. He WANTS to be with the penguins. Hell, he was better than Sid at many points. Yes, he's older. Yes, he's injury prone. But he's given soooo much to the franchise. He played through that knee injury TO HELP THE TEAM. Not because he wanted to just for fun. He delayed his own recovery and put himself through hell 5x worse than he had to because he trusted that his place would still be there. Geno could not skate at the same pace that he used to, yet he put up more than a point per game last season, which is more than I can say for even most first liners in the league. THIS GUY PLAYS ON OUR SECOND LINE BECAUSE HE IS SO DEDICATED TO THE TEAM. Now in what world can we say, "Actually? You're not good enough. Signing you for just 1 or 2 more years than we wanted to is too big of a risk, even if we're taking a nice discount." Well guess what? Fuck off hextall. Sign the man. It's the least you can do for him at this point.

28 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

You tell em, Ron! He said it, not me!! 👀

40 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I continue to sympathize for Z. Please help him.

64 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #there are two sides to me #sidney crosby and trevor zegras #basically pens and ducks #silly little birds

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ao3feed-hockey · 1 year

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If He's Lucky I'll let Him Join

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oS9hI7H

by pucking_wild

What starts off as a casual relationship with Fred becomes complicated when you meet Auston and start to picture him. It becomes further complicated when the suggestion for a three-some is brought up. What should be a one time thing becomes a wild web of miscommunication, feelings and orgasms.

Note: I wrote this a while ago and I haven't reviewed/ edited it. I know it's not some of my best work but I am too busy to update this. Basically there is a lot of smut and the plot is lacking in spots. Every part has smut and it's either one or both guys with the reader, there is no M/M

Words: 7931, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF, The Man From Toronto (2022), NHL - Fandom, carolina hurricanes - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Auston Matthews, Felix | Auston Matthews's Dog, Frederik Andersen, Frederik Andersen (Hockey RPF)

Relationships: Auston Matthews/Reader, Frederik Andersen/Reader

Additional Tags: hockey threesome - Freeform, auston matthews smut, frederik andersen fic, frederik andersen smut, NHL RPF, Toronto Maple Leafs, Carolina Hurricanes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/oS9hI7H

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hockey rpf

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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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𝟲𝟬𝟯 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 | 𝘭𝘩43 ♔

➯ summary: exam season is the worst season ever for y/n and the only person who can calm her down is 603 miles away from her

➯ warnings: finals, essays, stress, crying, long-distance

➯ published: february 26, 2024

➯ notes: i think i'm entering a new luke obsession phase because that's all i wanted to write yesterday and today. oh right! based off of this request -> idea! there is a point of me saying 603 miles a million times in this, (it's like four times) it's literally the name of the fic... so if you're annoyed then oh well, don't read it (apologies for mean emma today, i'm tired). add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!

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She expected this to happen, the pounding in her head, the 20 tabs open on her computer, the dozens of resource articles and research strewn about in her room, the five packets of review guides sitting in a stack on her desk, the half drank cup of coffee, and the tears springing in her eyes. The white noise coming from her earbuds was starting to bother her causing her to rip them out of her ears and throw them somewhere where she probably wouldn’t be able to find them again.

She could hear voices in the living room, just outside her closed bedroom door. They were laughing about something, what it was she had no idea. Her three roommates all had presentations tomorrow and that was it, no more studying, no more writing, they were done. She, however, still had three papers to write and two exams to take. She had regretted her decision to take this many classes this semester but she was preparing herself for her future.

She had gone to stand up, feeling dizzy immediately as her feet planted flat on the floor. She held a hand to the wall, bracing herself from toppling over. She blinked a few times, trying to clear the blurry sight of tears, dehydration, and lack of nutrition. She knew people would be worried about her if they were to see her like this, her hair matted and pulled into a bun as best as she could, and mascara dried on her face that highlighted the dark circles and bags under her eyes. She was wearing Luke’s sweatshirt, the Devils logo plastered over it in the center, mocking her, reminding her that her boyfriend was 603 miles away from her.

At the thought, she allowed herself to tear up more, letting tear after tear fall. There wasn’t much she could do, he was in the middle of a game right now. When she realized he had a game, she turned it on and watched with a soft smile whenever he would show up on the TV. Despite knowing the fact that he would not answer his phone, she called him, hoping to just hear his voice through his voicemail.

When his voice reached her ears, she could feel some of the tension release from her body. However, the feeling was short-lived as the beep from the end of his voicemail was heard. She didn’t leave a message, she just hung up and watched the remainder of the second period. When the horn blarred in the arena and through the tv speakers, she shut off the screen and returned to work, making her head hurt more.

She didn’t notice the multiple attempts Luke had made to call her, her phone having died 20 minutes prior when she was writing her essay. Her headphones laid atop of her earbuds, trying to create a total noise blocker from her apartment’s noises. She had been ripping off post-it notes after post-it notes, scrambling to write down as many ideas as her brain could process.

Meanwhile, Luke had been minorly, no majorly, freaking out. She would never call him if he was at a game, not even if it was super important. He could feel himself start to sweat again as he rushed to put his suit jacket on, wiggling his feet into his shoes. He had gone home by himself, not feeling the need to celebrate when his girl could be suffocating 603 miles away from him.

Ever since they’ve known each other, Luke has known about y/n’s tendencies to throw herself into her school work. He remembers the first time he saw her during exam season. It was the end of their freshman fall term, they had been dating for four months at the time. They had just gotten back from their games in Ohio, he was exhausted from the trip and their 6-1 loss following their win the previous day. All he had wanted to do was go over to her dorm and lay in bed with her.

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He knocked on the door, waiting for an answer but nothing came. He felt saddened and knocked again. He received the same answer, none. He turned around and slid down the wood door, hitting the ground with a thud. He put his hands on his head as he waited, kicking his bag to the side. It was only then he heard the footsteps come rushing down the hallway and looked up to see her. She had her backpack that looked as if it weighed 10 pounds, she was clutching five books in her arms and a coffee cup rested on top of them. She had been mumbling when she noticed him and her eyes lit up, “Hi!”

“Hi pretty girl, whatcha doing?”

“Studying.”

He looked at the way her eyes were hidden by the circles underneath them and frowned. He reached out to grab the books from her grasp and she gratefully accepted the offer, going straight to dig the keys out of her bag, “How were the games? Did you guys win?”

He felt heartbroken and confused, she always watched his games when they went away. She would always be the one to point out his goal or an assist that he got, sometimes she even pointed out if Dylan, Mackie, Ethan, or even Owen got a goal. He watched as she pushed the door open, removing her hand from her side to run it through her hair, “You didn’t watch?”

She turned to him, dropping her bag on the ground and reaching out for her books, “No, I was studying. Sorry, Lu.”

Studying? At that time? He did nothing but let her take the books, watching as she started to clean up her dorm. It was only then that he had noticed the state her dorm was in. There were empty boxes scattering the floor, paper plates and bowls on any surface possible, and some of her clothes were mixed in with her roommate’s, it was a mess, to say the least. He made no effort to say anything about it, though.

She cleaned as much as she could in a matter of five minutes, looking at him with a small smile on her face, “I’m sorry I didn’t watch. I was going to watch the highlights when I got back tonight.”

“Back from?”

“Library. I think I’m starting to become a regular for everyone who works there.”

The thought of her being a regular was somewhat concerned, “How often have you been going?”

His voice was a mixture of stern and worried, his eyes somewhat squinted in a glare. She looked as if she had committed a crime at the tone of his voice, “Every day… from the time class was over until they closed.”

His eyes widened, “Jesus y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to study. I need to do well.”

“I understand that but you can’t work yourself to the brink of death.” He grabbed the coffee out of her hand and emptied it into the sink, getting rid of the cup afterward.

She whined at the motion, watching him in horror as if he just hit a bird with his car. He walked back over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Tomorrow you are not going to touch a single book, I won’t even let you touch your computer.”

“But-”

“Nuh-uh, nope. No computer, no books, no papers, no anything school-related. We are going to stay in your bed and watch movies all day and eat properly.”

“I eat properly!” She exclaimed in offense.

He gave her a look that said all the different, “Sure. Now I can only hope you still have some of my clothes here somewhere because I do not want to talk to my dorm right now.”

She pointed in embarrassment to one of her draws, “In there.”

He kissed her forehead and grabbed the clothes before heading for the bathroom, “I’ll be back and I better not see you do any work when I get back.”

She nodded but as soon as he left she ran to her backpack and grabbed her computer. She rushed to finish the last two paragraphs of her essay before he got back but luck was not on her side as she was halfway through her last paragraph and the doorknob turned. She had been so focused on writing that she didn’t care that he entered, “Just let me finish my last paragraph.”

He sighed, dropping his clothes into her laundry basket. He walked back to her bed and looked at her, “Last paragraph?”

“Mhm.” She nodded and scooted over so Luke could sit next to her, “Fine. I don’t want you to lose your train of thought.”

She beamed up at him and kissed his cheek before returning to her work.

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Ever since then, he had been careful with how much he left her alone in exam season. He always called on road trips, always went to the library with her to make sure she didn’t overwork herself, always made sure she was eating properly and always made sure that she was okay. But now being 603 miles it was hard to do that for her.

Luke was packing a bag as fast as he could, looking at his laptop for the earliest flight out of there which wasn’t until early the next morning, leaving at 7 and not arriving until 9. Then he would have to wait to get a car and do a 30-minute drive to Ann Arbor. He groaned at the time and went to throw something, at that point he could drive there and be there before getting a plane but he was in no state to drive.

He continued to try and call her for 30 minutes, on the brink of giving up at that point. Her phone was still dead and she had yet to realize it. She had music playing through her earbuds attached to her computer, typing about something that she considered stupid and unnecessary. She only took breaks to take a sip of coffee or to groan and throw her head back in exhaustion and frustration.

Luke threw his phone on the bed, running his hands down his face, falling asleep not even five minutes later. Y/n was the same way, she closed her laptop as she finished her last sentence, finally allowing herself to take a break. She got up to go make a burrito in the kitchen, waving to her friends who were also still awake at the time.

She went to turn her phone on and that was when she realized the lack of battery it had. She shrugged it off and put it down on her nightstand before walking back out to eat and finish watching the movie with her roommates.

✧༺✎༻∞

She didn’t go to bed until almost three in the morning despite finishing the movie four hours ago. Once they finished, she looked at the piles of paper and study guides she still had to do and sighed. Deciding that her first class wasn’t until noon, she could easily get done with one or two study guides or an essay in three.

She curled up on her bed when she was done and wrapped the blankets around her tightly. When she woke up and went to look at her phone and saw a tweet from Amanda from an hour ago, “Luke is not at morning practice due to personal reasons. Should expect him back for Saturday’s game in Columbus.”

She immediately woke up at the fact, looking back at her other notifications. There must’ve been at least a dozen missed calls from Luke and 15 text messages. She could only think about the worst, if he had gotten hurt but just didn’t want to tell someone, if he had been so drunk that he couldn’t think straight, if he had a panic attack last night. Her thoughts raced but halted when there was a knock on the door.

She went out to the living room, still clad in her sweats from the previous night. Her friends must’ve either already left or were still sleeping. She walked to the door, peeking through the peephole and gasping. She all but ripped the door open, “Lukey?”

He smiled when he saw her, immediately feeling better. Her eyes were still the same from the first time he had experienced her like this and he knew there would probably be a coffee pot brewing in the next few minutes, but he was here now and that was a wave of relief, “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my calls and I know you were studying last night so you probably wouldn’t have answered them anyway. But when I saw you called during the game I got worried because you never call. And I just wanted to make sure you were okay and that you weren’t overworking yourself but i can tell that you are.”

She frowned at his words but also felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of him flying out just because he wanted to ensure she was okay. She stepped aside to let him in and then led him to her bedroom. It was cleaner than what he had witnessed in the past years.

“You can’t just fly out every time you think I’m overworking myself, Luke.”

“I know but I wasn’t thinking. I was worried, really worried.” He held her hand, playing with her fingers as a form of comfort, “How long were you up to last night?”

She hesitated before responding, “3…”

He only sighed and tugged her closer to the bed so they could lay down, “Luke I have class in two hours.”

“I know but just for a little bit, and then I’ll take you to class.”

“You still know you’re way around campus?”

“Did I ever know my way around campus?”

She shook her head and laughed, “No.”

He smiled at her laugh, “You do realize I’m only going to be allowing you to rest while I’m here right?”

“But I have one more essay to finish.”

He glared at her, “Fine, but after that, you are going to be right here, in my arms, and not thinking about school at all.”

“Deal.”He kissed her before allowing her to get up and get ready for class. They both walked on campus to her class with the same thought, grateful that Luke had come to see her. Even with being 603 miles away from each other, they would do anything to be there for one another.

⇘ 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙅𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙮 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ⇙

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#sunny lune writes #hockey #nhl #luke hughes #lh43 #luke hughes x reader

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#great parallel there of chim's line about 'buck has a harder job to do' (post-sniper) and then the kids needing their dad in this episode

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So now we know Buck has a special dial-tone set for calls from Chris, agreed?

So what is it?

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911 Firefam from the 5b finale montage (see more here x)

[Image ID: Eddie, having just slid down the fireman's pole on his way to answer an alarm call: "Been waiting months to do that 😁"

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5x16 'May Day' - something was missing from this scene 😉

[Image ID: Linda and Eddie in Dispatch are watching May Grant standing up for herself with Claudette. The scene has been edited to replace Linda's coffee mug with an oversized popcorn bucket. End ID]

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Hen: I cannot believe I'm in a firetruck with FOUR straight dudes and not one of you can answer me on this!

Bobby, Chim, Eddie & Buck: …

(Then they all reply at once)

Bobby: Umm, four? No, I think you mean three.

Chim: Well at least I do know there's only three straight dudes in here.

Eddie: Ha! No wait, there's three.

Buck: Hang on. Bobby, Eddie, Chim, yes okay - there's not four of 'em Hen. It's three.

Hen: What? Three of… Umm… well, thanks for sharing that with me 😊

(After shift)

Hen (to Karen): Babe I really think I need to get my gaydar recalibrated

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My #1 post of 2022

9-1-1 (fox) Buddie Hockey fic recs 🏒

'Two Minutes For Roughing' by ok_thanks (M, 11k) a Hockey AU in which NHL winger!Eddie gets traded onto HockeyHimbo!Buck's team.

'Betrayal' by allisonRW96 | @homerforsure (M, 4k) from a whumptober series, so the hockey fic is just this single chapter. More to come from this author! NHL Centre!Buck is betrayed by someone from his past in this whumpy fic.

"love's not a game" by thatbuddie (talktothesky) | @thatbuddie (3k, E) a hockey AU PWP (with surprise added plot) in which two rivals get steamy

'Penalty Killer' by gutterson (M, 6k, WIP) a hockey AU in which both Buck and Eddie are players for the Dallas Stars.

"steppin' into fate" by r_holland | @onward--upward (M, 3k, WIP) a hockey AU in which NHL winger!Buck is concerned about his place on the team after a trade is announced

'puck or fuck' by jewishbucke | @movedto-jewishbucke (T, 2k, WIP) in which Buck's interested in the new goaltender, Eddie Diaz.

"Buck's Bakes At Christmas" by Mansikka | @mansikkaomenabanaani (T, 30k, the first part of a longer series), in which Buck is a baker who invites NHL!Eddie onto his TV show's Christmas special

'Unbridled Hope and Happiness' by chucks_prophet (G, 2k) in which NHL!Eddie meets FigureSkater!Buck and it's hard to tell who is the more charmed.

And finally, some bathena love: 'Fangirl' by ladyjax (T, 2k) in which Athena is a fan of Bobby when he plays for the LAFD hockey team.

And buddie hockey fanart? So good! Try @jooleah (X), and @macarenaandrad3 (X)

More next time on some ice-skating fics! Do suggest any I've missed, or send corrections/tags to add? Cheers!

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9, 13, 35 and 49 for the fanfic asks? (this is @prepnursey )

9. Favorite fanfics?

SO MANY. Uhhhhh I’m gonna answer this for omgcp tho and not like leverage and the musketeers etc We Are The Crowd by birds89birds; 6k; Chowder has tumblr! that’s the fic, it’s really lovely

out in the open by wit; 35k; Bitty is a YouTuber but Jack’s still in the NHL and they become friends (iirc?), in any case it is literally the most GORGEOUS epistolary fic ever and you don’t have to rotate your phone to read it it is excellent

Like Baby Bird by editingatwork; 1k; Tater and Kent flirt via chirping, it’s great

(this is not remotely a complete list I will happily take more of this question askdjfhaskhj)

13. What is your planning process?

Bold of you to assume I have one aksjdfhaklsjf. Uhmm. My planning process is dumping my idea in texts to @pinkviper and/or The Enabler Fam tm. I don’t really plan at all!!

35. What is your favorite review?

OH that’s hard.... maybe a tie between the LONG, point-by-point comment Lin left on my 7+1 about Kent and the LONG, point-by-point comment Pink left on im going home to deck the halls.

Outside of omgcp, probably the one I got from a writer I really admire on a fic that’s the main pairing they write!

49. Where do you draw inspiration from?

OOOH. Mostly irl, honestly. Weird shit happening/funny shit happening/sad shit happening... it all goes into the fic soup lol

Thank you for the ask, this was so fun!!

#Prepnursey #Urho tag #Ask #ask answered #Thank yiu!!!!

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Okay so get ready for a long ass ask, because I am ready to gush about 'No harm list' (I'm sorry in advance for it, please forgive me)

So I started yesterday because I love Mafia AU, and right from the start the story was so interesting with the fight, how she helped him but then it ended up being him helping her, and then helping each other (yay teamwork!!) And I just wanted to know how it was gonna develop!! And then there was the whole story with daewon and hoseok (who hides his secrets very well) but I mean he had to be in a gang because he literally killed the guy who killed his sister... and in my head, it was blaring alarms everywhere!!! But dumb ass reader was too much of an idiot to put 2 and 2 together... as always!!

And then they all grew on her (I mean how could you resist any of them really). I'm not gonna lie, I thought something was gonna happen with jimin... because he is the best, come on!!! He is sweet, caring, hot, intelligent, etc. (Also I don't if I was just dumb or really hadn't read correctly coz I didn't know Jin and Namjoon were thing until he woke him up with the contract in the morning, but I do have the attention span of a fly)

The characters are super interesting, especially taehyung and namjoon. The former because he's hot then he's cold (yes I just referenced Katy perry), but he has so much history and such a difficult background and there is so much potential with his character!!! Especially with the whole kissing thing from chapter 10, that was something I definitely did not see coming... And namjoon.... aaaah namjoon, I honestly dont know what to do with him!! Like I think he is intelligent and he knows what he's doing, and he's caring and then he pulls shit like with taehyung and suddenly the only thing I wanna do is strangle him!!! But he must have more things to him that explain why he's acting like that, and I wonder when we're gonna learn about his backstory and what are him into this weirdly ruthless leader that still cares.

And I'm so happy that hosoek is back to being her friend!! I was over the moon when that arrived!!!

And to finish, I really wonder how the whole kissing jungkook-kissing taehyung thing is gonna go down... is she gonna go to taehyung because she thinks that jungkook is acting like that because he's indebted?? Is she gonna go to jungkook because taehyung can be a little cold?? Is she gonna go to neither?? Is she gonna pull a weird move and kiss jimin so she doesn't have to choose?? (I know far fetched but I really want something to happen between them!!! Yes I'm acting like a 5 year old that doesn't get what she wants and constantly talks about it)

Anyway, all of that to say that I simply adore this story. I love the storyline you came up with and I can't wait to see what happens next!!! But please take care of yourself, eat and drink enough, take some breaks and sleep especially during exams season!!!

All the love from a fellow student, although I'm from another country... All the love ❤

I am overwhelmed in the best way possible this is such a kind and loving review! I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed the story thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!!!

I don’t get ask very often and I always get so excited when I do so to get one this long is just 😭🥺💕 so let’s dive in

First off yess thank you for calling out my dumb ass for not letting the reader catch on on Hoseok was in BTS I think that’s one of my biggest plot holes, and the main reason why is bc I changed my mind abt her knowing abt BTS pretty last minute in the drafting process when I was writing last year. So some of the details in the backstory and her time with Hobi is pretty muddy. I constantly think about going back and changing it lmao but at that moment I’m content with her being dumb.

As for the shipping... I don’t plan to drag out this love triangle nonsense for too long I hate any kind friendships getting complicated over love interests, so you will have answers soon. Unfortunately, I can tell you for sure that it is not Jimin. But don’t fret! Jimin actually gets his own spin off story one day! It’s About him falling in love with an environmental activist who hires him to make bombs. It’s going to be such fun to write! You may be able to find some more details on it if you explore the tag No Harm List on my blog it might be pretty deep tho.

As for Namjin. Believe it or not you are not the first person to say you didn’t get that they were together. Which is interesting bc I feel like I leave some good hints and have them refer to each other as “lover” a good bit along the journey but that’s definitely a plot point I should go back and polish somewhere for clarity sake. Thank you for pointing it out!

As for Namjoon you’ve heard a good bit of his back story from other peoples POV like suga and J-Hope. And honestly there’s not too much more to say at the moment. The reason he is the way he is is because power is hard. It’s hard to get. It’s hard to keep. And when you’re a mob boss you need to be ruthless and sometimes that ruthlessness hurts the ones you care about. I do have to say I think he’s one of my weaker characters on the emotional spectrum. I’ve only approached big picture plot points from his POV. But I think I will challenge myself to think a bit more in his perspective and delve into his character a bit more for clarity sake.

Thank you so much for this amazing review it also gave me a lot to reflect on as well which I really appreciate!

And thank you for your well wishes I have four more exams left but I’ve taken down two and final a paper so far! So we’re going strong!!!

#nhl fic review #sweet sweet reader 💕#no harm list #wow thank you so much for these amazing questions and observations #I am floored #and so happy you like jimins character he doesn’t get enough love #and thank you so much for this sweet sweet ask it made my week!!!

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#waking up at 3am with your screen tv bright as nhl 96 intro plays on repeat because 8 yearold you passed out while playing with your cousin

My Top Posts in 2021

The Clones as Their Reactions to Seeing Themselves on Tumblr

all the clown clone content we post. How do you think the boys would react? Rex-”OH COME ON I DYED IT BLUE ONCE! And I do sleep sometimes thank you very much. Hm, I could be a werewolf you say?.. Now that you guys mention it General Skywalker does throw me a lot” Echo- “I am pegged as the more responsible one? *looks over at Five* I could see it” Fives-*whistles as he goes through his fan art* “Man do I look good or what?! And I even have a ‘simp’. Whatever it is sounds hot!” Jesse- “Wait why is my helmet on a stick with other helmets in this gif?” Kix- “Pirate Kix? *snorts* as if. Why is Coric the only one having emotional breakdowns in the medbay? I do too” Tup- “Murder, kittens, AND these cute drawings of my with great hair? Man you guys sure do know your stuff ” Dogma- *mumbles something about his tattoo not being THAT hard to draw* Hardcase- “Oh we were supposed to be looking at our own stuff? Im sorry I was busy reading some of these crack fics. People are hilarious and mildly disturbing!” Coric- “Musically inclined?” *pops out headphone* Bly- “My Dump truck what????? Wait. Aayla and I are a number one ship? *sniffles*” 99- “They all think I am the best *smiles shyly* But its really my brothers doing all the work you guys should do more content on them. i don’t deserve much. Just doing my duty” Fox- *Looks down at chest, then at the three empty caf cups on his desk* I mean, they aren’t wrong on the tiddies and coffee. But I do sleep when Thorn opens his mouth to talk Cody- “I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH GENERAL KENOBI.. Also, I don’t just kick droids.. I throw a few good swings in too.” Waxer and Boil- *sobs at all the numa and waxer boil art* Wolffe- *eyerolls* “I don’t even bite...” Sinker and Boost- “Hey why are we the stinky ones?!” “I don’t Sink! I can swim ya know!” Hunter- “Tired dad just trying to survive? *looks over at Wrecker shoving explosives in his pants pocket* Accepted.” Wrecker- “I’M A HIMBO? NICE! WHatever that is!” Tech- “They keep calling me ‘baby’. You know I have read about this kink and I for one-*Hunters hand covers his mouth* mMmmmmMmmMm” Crosshair- “I-why am I such an ass? *glares* I’m not that bad you all just like the regs too much!”

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Just give me a show like the National Geo ones about the rainforest, oceans, or mountains Except make it Star Wars and each episode is a planet from the galaxy exploring the people, culture, animals, and geography of it. But... still narrate it like the Nat Geo Documentaries.

834 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 18:51:59 GMT

99 teaching a small dance class on Kamini if cadets. They perform for the ARCs and Visiting commanders sometime.

BABY FIVES WAS A LITTLE TREE ONCE. When he saw shaak ti in the audience he waved frantically and excited

985 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 17:50:57 GMT

LMFAO it really went...

Imperial Stormtroopers: Can't shoot for shit

Gregor: *schoolgirl giggle* Oops my bad

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When you are in the middle of a briefing during the spring and a butterfly decides to interrupt to give you kisses. One of my favorite pieces from @celiansartblog thank you for making my spring not as stormy🥺

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I would love a director’s cut of Getting Off is the Best Revenge”, if you’re interested. Love your work!

Thank you so much! Happy to do it, and sorry this took a while. The fic is here, and let me quickly note up front that this fic (and thus the commentary as well) includes extensive, graphic and nasty homophobic harassment, so please be careful when deciding whether to read.

Blake Kohler is a little pissant fifth-round no-talent piece of shit who’ll be back in the AHL as soon as half the Senators roster isn’t out with whooping cough. But he seems to think he can earn a spot in the NHL by pissing Zhenya off every time the two of them are within three feet of each other – and since he seems to have been assigned to be Zhenya’s shadow, that’s happening a lot.

How does Dea name OC douchebag hockey players? (A thing I’ve had to do several times now). First name: something bro-ey. Surname: look around where I’m sitting and pick a brand name that’s a surname. I have Kohler faucets, or I did when I wrote this. There you go.

Right now, Kohler is leaning casually on his stick and saying, “Y’know, all the guys on my team figure it’s Crosby who sucks your dick – fuck knows he’s got the mouth for it. He’s such a little bitch on the ice, they figure he’s a bitch off it, too, figure he bends over for you.”

Oh, God, I fucking hate writing this shit. I’m not going to comment on any more of it. I’ll meet you down in like a page or so. Don’t ask me how to write good homophobia. It’s not a skill I’m proud of.

Zhenya breathes in and out through his nose, slowly – if he opens his mouth, he’ll only show Kohler that it bothers him, and then he’ll keep spitting this filth for the next fifty minutes. How long can this fucking video review last?

“But here’s the thing,” Kohler continues. “I look at the two of you, and I look at the way you’ve been panting after Crosby all this time, acting like his personal enforcer, following him around like you’re his fucking dog, and you know what?”

With a sinking feeling, Zhenya realizes he should have skated away as soon as the first word left Kohler’s mouth – if he does it now, again, it’ll be like putting blood in the water, and Kohler will smell it. It’s too late now.

Kohler grins. “I’m pretty sure it’s you. Big, bad Russian bear Evgeni Malkin, down on the floor begging for Princess Crosby’s cock like a dog for a treat. Who’d’ve thought?” He laughs—not meanly, which would be better, but brightly, like it’s the best joke he’s ever heard—and skates away for the puck drop, while Zhenya swears that he will get off the ice for every single break in play from now on, no matter how short, because the last thing they need in this game is for him to take stupid penalties.

But it doesn’t work that way. The Sens are doing it on purpose – Burrows is going after Sid, too, every time they’re on the ice together, riling him up. Zhenya doesn’t know what he’s saying to Sid, but it’s making Sid spitting mad, which feeds into Zhenya’s rage, too, making him boil.

And Kohler—fucking Kohler—never lets up. He doesn’t need a TV timeout to get under Zhenya’s skin. In the time it takes to drop the puck, he’ll say, “Looks like you’re skating a little loose there, Malkin – too much time on your knees?” He shows up five seconds late to a pileup in the crease and snows Zhenya in the face, then makes an apologetic face, saying, “What? I thought you liked getting it in the face!”

Zhenya contemplates asking Sully to change up the line-matching, keep him away from Kohler, but he can’t – that’s exactly what the Sens want, and it’s rewarding Kohler’s tactics. Besides, what can he say: “Sully, that call-up is being mean to me”? Zhenya is a fucking NHL player. He’s been hearing shit like this his whole professional career. It just… it’s different now. It’s different when they bring Sid into it.

Nothing seems to shut Kohler’s mouth – he keeps on Zhenya in the middle of a check, on a face-off, during a stoppage in play after the puck goes into the netting. And he doesn’t seem to care whether anyone else hears, either – not the refs, not his own team, and not the Penguins.

They’re right in front of the fucking Penguins bench when Kohler squints at him and says, “If it was the other way around, I could almost see it – I mean, Crosby’s mostly a girl anyway, you could just close your eyes, I guess. But you, Malkin...” He shakes his head, sadly. “It didn’t have to be like this.”

Zhenya doesn’t know what he means, and doesn’t want to know what he means, but the minute play stops, Kohler’s back, picking up where he left off. “I mean, you probably tell yourself nobody has to be the bitch, but come on, man, that’s not how it works. Somebody gets fucked, somebody’s the bitch. And it could’a been Crosby, fuck, he’d be perfect for it. But you wanted it to be you? Have some fucking self-respect, man.”

Zhenya’s shields have gotten much, much better since he first bonded with Sid, and they’re actually pretty good, now. But they must not be good enough, because something gets out, and Kohler smiles a predator’s smile.

“That’s good, man,” he says, at his next opportunity. “It’s good you know it’s fucked up. It’s good that it bugs you. I mean, being queer is one thing, I got nothing against queers, but you still got to be a man, Malkin. And you’re not a man anymore, are you?”

The seconds are ticking down, and the tunnel is beckoning, but Kohler still gets one last jab in before the period’s over. With Zhenya bent to take the face-off, he hears over his shoulder, “I mean, come on, man... you let him put it in you? You like that?”

When the whistle blows to end the period, Zhenya heads down the tunnel in complete silence, then walks through the locker room into the corridor, and smashes his stick against the wall so hard that the pieces hit the opposite wall when they go flying. Breathing hard, he slumps down against the wall and puts his face in his hands.

Okay, hi, I’m back. Writing this paragraph was very cathartic. Anyway, the only advice I have about writing really upsetting stuff is: get it right on the first draft. I don’t do rough drafts of stuff like that. Because I never want to look at it again.

He cannot fight Kohler – that’s what Kohler wants, and besides, whatever damage Kohler manages to do to Zhenya will end up half on Sid, because of the bond, and that’s not acceptable. And the other thing he cannot do is tell Sid any of this. Sid already feels bad about the fact that Zhenya is the only one who gets fucked, and is the only one who sucks dick, and even though he’s finally come around to believing that Zhenya loves blowing him, loves it when Sid fucks him… that understanding is fragile. If Sid thought that Zhenya was ashamed of what they do in bed, felt like less of a man because of it, it would rip him apart.

I am normally—and this series is normally—so pro-communication that it’s unusual for the narrative to endorse a character’s decision not to talk to their partner about something that’s bothering them. But Geno makes this decision and it doesn’t bite him in the butt. Geno’s totally right to think that it would fuck with Sid to hear this. Communication is only the answer 99% of the time.

And Zhenya isn’t… or he thought he wasn’t. When he and Sid are in bed together, he never feels emasculated or degraded. The first time Sid had fucked him, Zhenya had worried about it a little beforehand, worried that he might feel that way, but by the time Sid had tentatively brushed a fingertip over Zhenya’s hole, Zhenya had been too busy kissing Sid to spare a thought for the leftover prejudices of his teenage years. Of course he’d thought that stuff back when he was a kid—had treated Alyosha like shit because of it—but he thought he had scrubbed that poison out of his mind. He wasn’t going to be like the asshole boys who had hurt Sid when he was younger.

But he must be, at least a little bit, because Kohler’s chirping had hit a nerve somewhere, and he can’t deny that. And what bothers him most of all, more than anything Kohler’s said to him, is the fact that Kohler’s shit does bother him.

This comes up more in To Be Seen Aright, but yeah, the very relatable struggle of thinking you have definitely beaten all your shitty societal programming and then finding out you have not actually beaten all your shitty societal programming. Been there!

“Hey, Geno.”

Zhenya looks up to see Sully standing over him. “Hey, Sully,” he says wearily.

“Kohler really getting to you, huh.”

“Yeah.”

One of the things that Zhenya likes about Sully is that that Sully doesn’t press him for more detail. He just asks, “You want me to talk to the refs?”

“You mean, is Kohler chirp me about me and Sid? Yes. But don’t talk to refs. Not do any good, and if Sid know Kohler say these things, he feel guilty.”

I think Geno is right, btw. Not that I think telling the refs would be wrong – there’s good things about both approaches. But I imagine the directive from the NHL pretty much stops at “no slurs,” which Kohler is actually complying with, so to appeal to the refs, Geno would have to describe—in his second language—what’s so shitty about what Kohler is saying, and recite all that disgusting stuff, and I totally endorse his decision not to put himself through that for the dubious payoff of getting a below-average player off the ice for part of the game.

“Like it’s his fault that Kohler is such an asswipe?” Sully asks. He sighs. “I won’t say it makes any sense to me, but you know him better than I do. Burrows is getting under his skin, too. What a fucking mess.”

“Sorry, Sully.”

“It’s not your fault that Kohler and Burrows are fuckwads any more than it’s Sid’s fault, and you know it. Come on, you gotta get back in the room, G.”

“Yeah.”

This is, for me, a loooong stretch of dialogue without much description. If I had my way, I would write like this ALL THE TIME. But beta readers have told me that it makes the characters’ emotions feel distant if I do it for too long. So I try not to let it get out of control.

Back in the locker room, Zhenya sits down next to Sid, who looks slightly less frustrated than he does. “Burrows is problem?” he asks, and Sid shakes his head.

For anyone wondering why I picked on Alex Burrows here, he infamously mocked another player who was abused by his father as a child, using that abuse as the basis of his on-ice taunts. That’s not a rumor; he admitted it. Fuck that guy.

“At first. But not now. He started out going after you, but I kept my shields up, so he figured it wasn’t working, and started in on me instead.” He shrugs. “Like I give a shit. What about Kohler?”

“You know you say a long time ago, about how media find every way to call you ‘faggot’ without say ‘faggot’? Is like that,” Zhenya says, which is true as far as it goes – he knows the refs have all been instructed to hand out automatic minors if they hear “faggot” or “cocksucker,” which is probably the reason Kohler’s taunts have gotten so creative.

Yup. Geno’s smart, he knows what’s up.

“Asshole,” Sid sighs.

“We beat them. Then no one care what they say.”

“Yeah.” Sid smiles at him.

In the second period, Kohler doesn’t get any nicer. Sully tries changing up the line-matching, but without last change, it’s pretty hopeless.

“I can tell I’m making you mad,” Kohler tells him idly. “And before you started sucking Crosby’s dick, you’d have whaled on me for it. But I guess you’re used to taking it, now.” He smirks.

Zhenya pictures Sid’s face, then pictures Sid with a black eye, split lip, a torn cheek—that’s what will happen if he fights Kohler, and it is not fucking worth it. Besides, he meant what he told Sid during intermission – the way to shut the assholes up is by winning, and ending up in the box for doing something stupid is not going to get them the W.

They do win, in the end, on a garbage goal by Sid forty seconds before the end of the last period, and when Sid reels Zhenya in for a celebratory hug, Sid smirks at Burrows. Zhenya, in turn, squeezes Kohler’s hand in the handshake line until Kohler’s face turns white and his breathing goes shallow. “I hope you wash out of the AHL at the age of twenty-four and grow warts on your genitals,” Zhenya says pleasantly, in Russian, and moves on down the line.

There had to be a handshake line! Otherwise, this storyline would feel unresolved.

When Sid and Zhenya get back to their hotel room, Sid fixes Zhenya with a look. “You crushed Kohler’s hand, didn’t you?”

Zhenya sees no reason to deny it.

Sid bites his lip, obviously trying not to smile, and says sternly, “That was very immature.”

“Say ‘immature,’ mean ‘hot,’” Zhenya replies, smug. The bond doesn’t lie.

Sid admits, “It was a little hot,” looking up at Zhenya, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Was most hot,” Zhenya corrects, backing Sid against the door.

“I got the game-winning goal,” Sid points out. “I’m pretty sure that makes me most hot.” His hands settle on Zhenya’s hips.

Which also don’t lie.

Zhenya’s heart feels so full of fondness that it might burst. “Sid always most hot,” he confesses, and ducks his head for a fervent kiss. One kiss turns into two, then three, with Sid getting increasingly handsy and flushed. He has this way of touching Zhenya, when they’re getting close to the line between making out and having sex, that’s possessive and gentle all at once – like Sid doesn’t see why he should have to grab and grip to make it clear to both of them that Zhenya is his. It’s too much for Zhenya to resist.

I love a good possessive-sex scene as much as the next person, but there’s SO much reliance on being rough to convey possessiveness and I think it’s a little overdone. You can be possessive in a gentle way! “This person is mine so I’m going to treat them with care. This person is mine so I don’t have to rush, I have perfect confidence that they’re not going anywhere.”

“I can blow you, Sid?” Zhenya gasps between kisses. “Please?” For a second, he hears an echo of Kohler’s voice in his head—begging for Princess Crosby’s cock like a dog—but he shoves it aside with a shake of his head.

Sid breathes, “Yes, Geno, please, you can…” and Zhenya goes to his knees right there. Sid is leaning back against the hotel room door, and both of them are still in their game day suits, but Zhenya has no intention of waiting to get his mouth on Sid’s dick – as soon as he has Sid’s slacks unzipped and his boxers shoved down around his hips, he dives in. Sid isn’t fully hard yet, which Zhenya loves – he loves feeling Sid’s dick stiffen in his mouth, easy to fit at first, and then pressing against the back of his throat, pressing in, making Zhenya work for it.

The sentence that eventually became a whole fic in Soft Serve.

Once he gets Sid hard, Zhenya pulls back and teases the head of Sid’s cock with his closed lips, making Sid groan. He parts his lips over the tip and just breathes, about to take Sid back inside, when Kohler’s unwelcome voice intrudes again: you let him put it in you? Zhenya snarls, feeling the heat of mingled anger and shame in the pit of his stomach. He wraps his lips around the shaft and sinks down on Sid’s dick so fast he gags.

So my TED Talk for this fic is: everybody’s like, sex would be so much better if we just got rid of sexual shame! And I’m like, I’m all in favor of that for other reasons but I’m not convinced it would make sex in the aggregate hotter, and might in fact have the opposite effect. A lot of people are turned on by shame. Nothin’ wrong with that.

“Geno—” Sid reaches for his cheek, concerned, but Zhenya is not deterred – he sets a more reasonable pace and starts bobbing his head up and down Sid’s cock, loving the way Sid’s hand turns shaky against his face.

Zhenya realizes he’s holding Sid’s hips back against the door, keeping Sid from thrusting. It’s habit, not a conscious choice—and the fire that’s fueling this makes him let go of Sid’s hips and slide his hands back, back to Sid’s perfect ass, and urge him forward. He wants Sid to fuck his mouth, and Sid, after hesitating for a moment, obliges. He thrusts forward and Zhenya relaxes his throat, slides his mouth further down Sid’s dick, and gives up control to Sid. Sid takes that control, fucks Zhenya’s face in a steady rhythm, and Zhenya takes it. He takes it, and it’s so good: the way Sid’s moans get louder, deeper, the way that Sid—usually so controlled, so quiet—goes crazy, babbling all kinds of nonsense and flushing all the way down his chest.

So like 75% of the sentences in the sex-scene part of this fic have the following structure: a character does/observes a thing, Zhenya reacts to it (e.g., “Sid reaches for his cheek . . . Zhenya is not deterred” and “Sid takes that control . . . and Zhenya takes it” and “He takes it, and it’s so good”). Not intentional, but it makes sense, right? Your POV character is the reader’s window, so bringing it back to their reactions (whether external or internal) helps the story feel immediate. I know a lot of people struggle with writing smut – if you’re one of them, maybe using this structure as a scaffold can help? And then when you’re more comfortable, you can break out of it.

Even with Zhenya’s permission to use his mouth, Sid can’t help being considerate – Zhenya can feel him keeping his thrusts slow, giving Zhenya time to breathe, and his hand on the back of Zhenya’s head is light, just enough pressure that he knows it’s there. Sid couldn’t be any other way, probably. And Zhenya loves that, too – that it’s the two of them, every time they touch. That Sid is still Sid, even with his dick down Zhenya’s throat, and that Zhenya, too, is still himself, even on his knees at Sid’s feet. What they do in bed doesn’t change who they are.

Also good writing advice! What a character does during sex should still reflect and be consistent with their character – or, if it’s not, that should be noted by the narrative voice, e.g., “it’s so uncharacteristic for [character] to be loud like this, and that’s how you can tell this is really wrecking them.”

Sid’s thrusts are getting gradually faster, and Zhenya can tell that he’s close. There’s no place for technique when it’s like this – all Zhenya can do is shove down his gag reflex, keep his lips tight, and take it.

So he does.

He takes it, and he loves it, loves being the one to make Sid come apart. He doesn’t let Sid put his dick in him – he wants it, he asks for it. And yes, he begs for it, sometimes. The taste of Sid’s precome on his tongue and the weight of Sid’s hand on his head… those aren’t things he allows. Those are things he craves. It turns him on – partly because making Sid feel good turns him on, but partly because he just likes it in and of itself. He bends over for Sid and gets on his knees for Sid and on his back for Sid, and he loves all of it, all of it, and fuck Kohler, and fuck all the rest of them. They don’t know a fucking thing.

Geno just OWNING his sexuality here, like PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS. You love to see it.

Zhenya’s jaw is sore and his lips are raw and he’s going to sound tomorrow like he was doing exactly this all night, and it fills him with a savage satisfaction. When Sid comes down his throat, shaking and red, eyes clenched shut like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Zhenya sucks and sucks until Sid whimpers and shies away, and he makes sure to swallow every drop.

Having sex with a partner for the purpose of giving a fuck-you to some third person not usually recommended behavior. But in this instance, it’s fine. Don’t know that I could articulate why, but it is.

Sid is leaning against the door like he might fall down at any minute, so Zhenya stands and presses his body against Sid’s, holding him up. When Sid finally opens his eyes, they’re wet, moisture gathering in the corners and catching in his lashes. “Geno,” he says softly, with a sweet, stunned smile. “Geno, that was amazing.”

“I like,” Zhenya says fiercely. “I like suck your cock. I like you fuck me.” He’s not really saying it to Sid—more to himself, and to Kohler—and Sid probably has no idea why Zhenya is so vehement about it, but he has to say it anyway, and he has to say it now, with the taste of Sid’s come still fresh in his mouth.

In retrospect I probably overused the word “fierce” in this fic, but whatever.

But maybe Sid understands better than Zhenya thought. The look he gives Zhenya is shrewd, narrow-eyed, but all he says is, “I like it, too. Can I jerk you off on the bed?”

So this is one of the fun things about this fic, is that Geno is trying so hard to protect Sid from knowing what Kohler said to him and how busted up about it he was, and he succeeds on the latter part but utterly fails on the first part.

And Zhenya’s not going to say no to that.

Sid starts stripping on his way over to the bed, and by the time he flops back on the bed and scowls at Zhenya, saying, “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he’s completely naked.

Zhenya didn’t even wait to take off his jacket or tie before going to his knees, so it takes him a while to divest himself of his game-day suit. While he tugs at his tie and eases his zipper down over his hard-on, Sid lies on the bed watching, eyes hungry. Sid has one hand behind his head, one leg propped up, and his free hand is tugging at his left nipple – he looks so fucking good, and what’s even better is that he obviously knows it, obviously wants Zhenya to stare and want and trip over his shoes because he’s so stupid with lust, just like he’s doing right now.

Sid has grown SO MUCH in sexual confidence since the start of the series.

When Zhenya is naked, Sid says quietly, “Come here.” Zhenya walks over to stand by the side of the bed, still devouring Sid with his eyes, and Sid smiles. “You like looking at me?” he asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer before sitting up and running his hand down along Zhenya’s ribs, over Zhenya’s hip, down the front of Zhenya’s thigh. “I like looking at you, too,” he murmurs. He curls his hand around Zhenya’s waist and tugs until Zhenya is straddling him, and then pulls Zhenya even further down, until he’s covering Sid with his body. “I like touching you even better,” Sid says, and he sets his hand on Zhenya’s chest before tracing it down over Zhenya’s belly to Zhenya’s cock.

Zhenya gasps when Sid wraps his callused hand around him and starts to stroke. He tucks his face alongside Sid’s, cheek to cheek, so he can hear Sid draw in a breath, about to speak. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” Sid tells him, oddly calm – Zhenya can read that he’s telling the absolute truth, but when he wrenches his brain away from the sweet friction of Sid’s hand around his cock, that makes no sense—because all night, they’ve been playing. All night, Burrows was—

I think this is the first time in the series we start to really see that badass top!Sid energy and it was soooo fun to write.

“Yeah,” Sid whispers, like he can read what Zhenya’s thinking. “That’s why. I couldn’t stop thinking about it—about you, about this—because he wouldn’t let me stop. He kept asking me – over and over again, all night.” He kisses Zhenya deeply, then breathes into Zhenya’s ear, “You like it, Crosby? You like being Evgeni Malkin’s bitch?”

Over in A Keener Eye, you can see a more traditional take on humiliation kink – in this part of this fic, though, Geno is getting off on Sid using the language of humiliation to describe himself, or, I think, more accurately, to describe their relationship. But I don’t think it’s the humiliation aspect per se that’s doing it for him here – more the dirty talk aspect.

Zhenya freezes, shocked, but Sid just nips gently at Zhenya’s neck, and the rhythm of his hand on Zhenya’s cock stays perfectly steady. Zhenya can barely read a thing through his shields, even though they’re skin-to-skin. And Sid’s voice is as steady as his hand when he continues, “He kept asking me, ‘Hey, Crosby… how does it feel to be a slut for your own fucking teammate?’”

Zhenya startles again at Sid’s filthy words—words neither of them has ever spoken in their bed—and feels a simultaneous rush of anger and something else, something that he doesn’t want to name. It’s that nameless something-else that powers him as his thrusts down into Sid’s hand get faster, sloppier, and his breathing speeds up. “Fuck,” he gasps, not sure if he’s cursing himself or Burrows, or both, but he can’t hide from his own arousal, and his cheeks burn. Sid whispers, “All night he kept saying, ‘Hey, Crosby, with your pretty mouth – how does it feel to be Evgeni Malkin’s whore?’” Zhenya moans, pushed to the edge, feeling his climax building in the pit of his stomach, twisted up inside.

“I told him the truth,” Sid murmurs, and Zhenya can feel Sid’s lips curve into a smile against his cheek. “It feels fucking unbelievable.” Zhenya can’t hold on for even a second longer. The strength of his orgasm feels like it might break him in half – he shakes through it, but Sid’s hands on him are gentle, and Sid is open to him again, giving off nothing but pure pleasure: his own, and pleasure at having made Zhenya feel good. Zhenya takes deep breaths, settling back down, while Sid’s hands stroke lightly over his chest and his arms.

The tricky thing about this whole series and consent is that it’s common to say things like, “Your partner can’t read your mind!” which is totally true in the real world, but in this world… they probably can! I try to be careful about things like the above paragraph, where Zhenya reading that Sid is feeling purely happy and good circumvents the need to have an adult discussion about whether Sid is okay bringing on-ice harassment into their bed like this, because I don’t want to model bad behavior. But in this instance, I cut myself some slack.

When Zhenya has collected himself, he croaks, “You really say to him?”

He can read a little embarrassment coming off of Sid, but mostly guilty delight as Sid says, “Yeah. I did.”

“What he say back?” Zhenya asks, a little worried for Sid, but Sid giggles and replies, “He ran away.”

Bullies are cowards.

“He—” Zhenya gapes for a minute, then starts laughing. “He run away?”

Sid nods, looking extremely pleased with himself.

“This after… Hags penalty?”

Sid nods again, still giggling.

“I see that! You scare him good, Sid,” Zhenya tells him, in better spirits than he has been all night.

“Yep.” Sid wraps an arm around Zhenya’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “Serves him right.”

They’re so cute. Also I really love the image of a player being so effectively chirped by an opponent that they literally scurry away.

They make out lazily, eyes drifting closed, until there’s a knock at the door.

Sid groans and drags himself out of bed, and Zhenya follows – as he gets closer to the door, he frowns. “Is not team, Sid,” he warns.

Sid pulls on his boxers and reaches for his slacks. “Who is it?”

Zhenya reaches out with his reading, straining…

He blinks, shocked. “Is Burrows.”

Wouldn’t it be so useful to psychically know who was at the door every time? But it’s also really hard to remember that the characters in this universe can do that. I’m sure I’ve written scenes where one character is surprised by another character coming up behind them, which wouldn’t actually work unless the first person is read-blind. I try to read for continuity errors like that, but I’ll never catch them all.

Sid is just as surprised as Zhenya – he seems dazed as he grabs his slacks from off the floor and starts to step into them. Then he pauses, looks down at the clothing in his hand, and deliberately, resolutely, drops it and heads for the door.

“Sid,” Zhenya hisses, wide-eyed, “you have jizz on you!”

Sid’s determination only gets sharper. “Good,” he says.

Another weird thing about writing from the point of view of a character who can read other people’s minds is that you can describe the mental state of other characters directly, the way you would describe the mental state of your narrator, e.g., “Sid’s determination only gets sharper.” Normally in close third-person, you’d have to find some way of conveying that state of mind by describing the character’s appearance/actions – maybe “Sid lifts his chin.” It’s basically the only benefit of writing a telepathic narrator, a thing that I have done 3 times (my current longfic WIP makes 4) and every time swear never to do again because it is the worst.

He yanks open the door while Zhenya struggles to pull his jaw up off the ground.

“Can I help you, Alex?” Sid asks.

Burrows begins, “I wanted to apologize – I was way… uh, way out of… uh. Crosby?” His voice dies on the end of Sid’s name. He sounds kind of like he’s just been boarded. Twice.

So for all the people who are mad that I wrote Burrows as a dick, here you go: he tries to apologize, and actually goes to serious effort to do so – he came all the way to their hotel! He found Sid’s room! But he still gets his ass kicked because a person you’ve wronged has no obligation to accept your apology, ever.

Zhenya is getting a very clear impression through the bond that Sid wants him over there, so he comes up behind Sid and wraps an arm around Sid’s waist. He doesn’t bother putting on any clothes.

Sid makes a noise that is really not appropriate in public when Zhenya pulls him close. Getting some idea of the effect Sid is going for here, Zhenya rests his chin on Sid’s shoulder. “Come back to bed, Sid,” he wheedles, voice unmistakably wrecked. He doesn’t bother looking at Burrows.

“This isn’t a good time,” Sid says to Burrows, sounding viciously polite.

Burrows starts again, “I wanted to apologize—”

Sid cuts him off, “This isn’t a good time because we were in the middle of something much more interesting than your bullshit apology.” Zhenya can feel Sid smirk, and the consternation he’s reading off of Burrows just about doubles. Sid continues, “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have said it in the first place. So fuck off.” And he shuts the door in Burrows’s face.

Sooooo satisfying. Is Sid right that if he were really sorry he wouldn’t have said it in the first place? Who cares! This is hot. That’s what it’s all about.

Neither of them speaks – Zhenya because he’s been struck speechless with lust, and Sid because he’s kind of freaking out, Zhenya can tell. But Sid calms down, and Zhenya rediscovers the use of his voice.

I think if Sid had had to sustain that conversation for even 30 more seconds, he’d have lost his nerve.

“Can I blow you again?” he asks, plaintively.

Sid bursts out laughing. “You liked that, huh?” He wiggles back against Zhenya’s chest, exuding intense self-satisfaction.

“Sid so fierce,” Zhenya mutters, and he starts attacking Sid’s neck with hickeys. “Make me want most.”

Sid starts steering them back toward the bed. “I don’t know if I can get it up again this soon,” he says, grinning. “But maybe you can take that as a challenge.”

Zhenya does.

Often I really struggle with finding what I call a “button” to end a scene or a short fic. This one, I walked right into. It’s hard to describe what makes a good punchy ending, but a nice, short final sentence usually helps.

Anyway, thanks for asking and hope you enjoyed!

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