#there's a little more hockey than kissing but i'm ok with that

[fancylances]

OC Kiss Week / Day One / Almost

pairing: Roxanne Wheeler (she/her)/Avery McCarthy (she/they) genre(s): hockey, canadian zombie-apocalypse

Roxanne flies down the left wing, puck on her battered wooden stick. Dekes past one of the Otters’ defencemen and catches sight of Johnny Two whizzing past the blue line after her. Once he’s onside, she saucers the pass to him—it skips once on the asphalt and hits his tape like it’d been on string. Roxanne laughs, gently chirps Gorman as her rollerblades tic tac around him, and beelines it for the net.

Johnny Two slaps the puck back to her, she cradles it for just a moment before snapping the shot high blocker side on the Otters’ goalie—

It sails like a rocket; on target, on target—

Mac’s blocker rises at the last second, and the shot ricochets off the butt of her stick. Sailing out and over the old plastic boards with all the sauce Roxanne had put on it. The crowd groans and one of the kids (little ones always eager) fights others to say “I got it!” before scuttling from the bleachers and into the tall grass.

The zebra skates over, already blowing the whistle to call the play dead.

Roxanne sighs through a sideways little grin, huffing with the hard work of a few too many shifts back to back. Bobbing gently on her skates, shifting her weight in a little dance to keep her heartrate up. Blonde curls bouncing in her sweat-messy ponytail as she watches the Otters’ goalie Mac wrench her helmet off for the break in play.

Mac gives Roxanne a cheeky smile, flashing the hole where her right upper incisor used to be, as she grabs her water bottle and shoots water all over her sweaty face.

“Almost, Wheels,” Mac chides her, chirping with a little sneer. “Must be a rough way to start a season. Just can’t hack it from that wing.”

“Oh yeah?” Roxanne laughs as she puffs her chest out. “I heard the Fire Dogs got a new goalie this year. His save percentage is almost as big as your head.”

“Pff—” Mac rolls her eyes. “If he wants a dick-measuring contest he can come on over and pull his own pants down. I’d beat him there, too, I bet.”

“Love to see it,” Roxanne chuckles. Endlessly bouncing on her heels, skate wheels tapping and spinning with her movement.

“Got it!” one of the kids screams, holding the puck aloft and hucking it back into the rink. 

The zebra waves everyone over to center rink for puck drop, and Roxanne turns back to watch Mac plop her helmet back on. Wonders if it's the heat that’s made the goalie’s face so pink.

The Bluebirds do manage to score, but their captain Roxanne Wheeler doesn’t net another shot on goal. She does get an assist on a pass to Sandals for the game-tying goal, but she’s never allowed to get in close enough to snipe anything past Mac. Overtime is a wash, and the sun is starting to get low by the time they start setting up for the shootout. Roxanne assigns Johnny Two, Scotch, and herself as the first three shooters, and shrugs and says they’ll wing it if they need to go extra rounds.

She perches on the boards by the Bluebirds’ bench, legs swinging in the encroaching cool of the late summer evening. They’d better wrap things up soon. Nestor is usually safe this time of year, but deadheads are always more likely to come out of hiding after sundown. There’s too many kids in the bleachers for it to be worth pushing things into the evening. 

She’ll just have to score on Avery McCarthy. Simple. Monkeys-on-backs notwithstanding.

First up is Harry Gorman for the Otters, shooting on Brand—who’s been having a slow start, too, but damn if he hasn’t done a fine fucking job keeping things close. Gorman always comes in slow to start and dekes a few times before trying five-hole. Always. And Brand reads him like a diary that’s been left out on a nightstand.

Then Johnny Two for the Bluebirds. He’s a right-handed shot, and Mac is strong blocker-side. She punches his shot out of the air almost before it’s left his stick.

Pastry takes his spot at center and waits for the whistle, almost vibrating with a need to touch the puck. He rockets at the signal, a burst of speed up the asphalt. It’s not often Roxanne gets to see a slap shot in a shootout, but there you go. It rings off the post and carroms off into a corner.

Scotch skates in lazy eights as he waits for the ref to get set. He’s older than everyone else on the Bluebirds, but that hasn’t slowed him down—or softened his shot, and Roxanne winces as the puck cracks off Mac’s dome. 

Mac removes her helmet again, taking the time that the refs have given her to inspect her equipment after the hard shot. And Roxanne finds herself staring at the Otters’ goalie just a little too long. Her brown hair in a tight tail, the base soaked with a game’s worth of sweat. Freckles standing out from heat-pink skin. Her eyes are such a deep brown they look black from here. Eyes, Roxanne realizes, are glaring right back at her. They both look away at the sound of the whistle.

The Otters’ new centerman takes the point, her eyes pinned on Brand. Roxanne doesn’t know her name, but the Sharpie on hockey tape across her back says SNOT. She takes a winding line to the net, the tak tak tak of her stick on asphalt as she dekes back and forth, zig-zagging almost too fast to follow. A sharp wind-up that turns into a fake-out and—

Brand windmills his glove hand and snaps the puck clean out of the air. The Bluebirds’ bench howl and tap their sticks in fanatic fervor. Wild appreciation for their goalie.

Roxanne heads for center rink, feels her teammates tap her with their sticks as she leaves the bench. She waits, never still, for the sound of the whistle. Vision narrowing, a single lane like a spotlight down to the goal—to the goalie guarding it. Mac shuffles in her crease, flexes her glove and chokes up on her stick as she anticipates Roxanne’s first move. 

The whistle goes, and so does Roxanne.

She has the best seat in the house to see the puck sail over Mac’s shoulder, to see the frustration building like steam in those dark brown eyes.

“Come on!” Mac screams. Whacks her stick hard on the ground.

She’s all but drowned out as the Bluebirds flood onto the rink and collapse into a giddy, celebratory pile. It takes a handful of minutes to calm the team down enough to join the handshake line, but they do get around to it. The teams gliding past one another and tossing “good game” back and forth between them. The occasional pat or hug from old friends, playful rivals.

Mac is at the tail end of the Otters’ line, fuming. Only present because she’s expected. She mumbles, holds her blocker out in an imitation of a handshake, and passes by the grinning Bluebirds. By the way she’s glaring holes in everyone’s heads, Roxanne half expects a fight to break out. But everything remains wonderfully civil.

“Drinks on us!” Roxanne calls out to both teams. It raises spirits considerably. 

Avery McCarthy is waiting outside the Bluebirds’ locker room when Roxanne emerges showered and changed fifteen minutes later—a can of light beer half-drunk in her hand. Mac raises her own can in recognition; a salute.

“I hate you, sometimes, y’know,” Mac says as she steps up into Roxanne’s space (she’s small, for a goalie, and Roxanne’s legs are a million miles long even when she’s not on skates).

“I know,” Roxanne says smugly. “But it’s cute when you’re mad.”

Mac rolls her eyes and stands on her toes. Pulls Roxanne down into a hard, hungry kiss. One that Roxanne had been waiting for (like shuffling in the crease, waiting for the shot). She fits her arms around Mac and holds her there. Dares her to try and leave now that she’s committed. 

“Not in front of your team—” Mac tries to protest between kisses, her lips moving against Roxanne’s with every word.

“You started it,” Roxanne murmurs, grins.

“Hate you,” Mac says again, this time through a needy little sigh as she sinks deeper into Roxanne’s arms.

“Cute,” Roxanne mumbles back.

They don’t sit together at the bar. Each of them celebrating or commiserating with their team. But now and then, when conversation lulls, eyes meet and converse without saying a thing.

[oneforthemunny]

oooh could we get some hockey!eddie, visiting/surprising him at practice, flufffffff 💕💕

for the sweetest most polite anon lol! hockey player!eddie who's birthday happens to fall during the training season.

"He's gonna be so stoked." Chris, the team manager grinned, pushing the heavy stadium door open for you.

"I hope so." You smiled gently, ducking under his arm, following him down the long, cinderblock stadium.

It was still so cold, despite the heat cranked high everywhere. Boston in the winter was brutal, winter time worse than Indiana's ever could imagine. It was a miracle you'd even made it, didn't get snowed in and grounded at the airport with all the snow.

"No, he's gonna love it, trust me." Chris grinned. "I got some of the guys in on it too, hope you don't mind. Just his coach and his agent. I told them he had an interview after practice."

"An interview?" You lifted a brow.

Chris snickered. "Yeah, he thinks you're with ESPN so just go with it." He shrugged. "I knew if I just told him to stay, he'd get suspect. Plus, this is gonna be fucking priceless."

You giggled lightly, following Chris around the hallway. A few players lingering around, most cleared out for the evening, but no sign of your curly headed love.

"Hey, Franco. Munson's in the conference room, right?" Chris nodded towards the closed door, the other man grunting in response. "Cool, hey, stay right here, ok? I'm gonna make sure he's ready and set up."

You nodded, standing to the side, a knuckled grip on your purse strap. Your tummy flipped with excitement, maybe nerves. It had been a few weeks since you'd seen Eddie, since he'd left for training season. You didn't want to be a distraction, but with his birthday this weekend, you couldn't let him celebrate alone. Especially not after he sounded so sad, so disheartened on the phone- he missed you, told you every single day, every time he called.

"...Perfect, one sec. I'll tell her you're ready." Chris opened the door, pulling you from your thoughts. He waved at you, stepping out with door still half opened. "I'll leave you two alone, but if you need me, I'm right out here."

Your heart fluttered, flipped and skipped with nerves, pushing the door open, sliding into view. You caught a glimpse at Eddie before he fully saw you, finger drumming on the desk, in sweatpants and a sweatshirt with the team's logo proudly on the front, hair still a little damp from his shower.

Your breath hitched, watching his face fall in shock once he saw you. A pause filled the space between you two, the door clicking with a shut behind you.

"Oh, no way." Eddie gawked, blinking hard, like he might be hallucinating. "N-No way. Is this real? Holy shit, you-you're- Baby, what are you doing here?" He stood from the table, tripping over it, the metal legs screeching when he shoved it.

"Surprise." You squeaked, opening your arms to hug him.

Eddie nearly tackled you in a hug, squeezing you tightly to him. "Holy shit, I can't believe you're here. You're actually here, I-I thought I was getting interviewed-"

"-No." You giggled, pulling back lightly to look at him. "Just me. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday."

Eddie's face lit up, lips curling in an even brighter smile. His hands cupped either side of your face, lips on yours, pulling you into a head spinning kiss that screamed I missed you I missed you I missed you.

"I can't believe you're here." Eddie muttered, lips vibrating against yours.

"Happy birthday, baby." You muttered back, fingers raking through his hair. You'd missed him, missed him much more than you realized now that he was standing here in front of you.

Eddie pulled back, looking up at the door. "Chris knew about this?"

You giggled, nodding. "He helped me get my flight and stuff. Picked me up from the airport."

Eddie shook his head, grin still wide on his face. "Chris! You fuckin' liar!" He yelled playfully, the men behind the door howling in laughter. "I thought I was about to get my cover story!"

You laughed, pressing your face to his chest, rocking with him slowly. "This is better though." Eddie added, hugging you tighter to him. "Just for the record, this is way fuckin' better."

[luveline]

Hi lovely, how are you? Idk if you're doing the blurbs still but if you are, can you do something like Eddie taking care of a hungover reader that just partied to hard with her friends? Or something with hockey! Eddie because I love him and you ❤️

I'm good thanks! I hope this is ok ♡ fem

"Come on, loser. Eat up." 

"Can't eat." You stare up at your friend with pleading eyes. "Don't make me." 

"I'm not gonna make you do anything," Eddie says, sliding a plate of eggs and bacon in front of you at the kitchen table with a shrug. "Feel like shit forever, see if I care." 

You pick up your coffee with shaking hands. "You could stand to be a little nicer to me," you whine lightly, more pleading than annoyed. "I don't feel well and you're supposed to love me." 

You think even a dash of compassion from Eddie could cure you. He's not a mean guy —he's been known to hug you at random moments, or lick your wounds for you when things get tough— he's just having an 'I told you so' moment, of which he's prone. 

"This is your own fault." Eddie fills a glass of water at the sink and puts that next to your plate. "If you're going to drink coffee you need water, too. The coffee will make you feel worse in the long run."

"You're like a drill sergeant." 

He finally breaks, reaching across the table to squeeze your forearm. "I just want you to feel better, you dummy." 

Your eyes dry and your head pounding, you switch from coffee to water if only to see some approval in his gaze as he takes the chair beside yours and starts on his own breakfast. Steam drifts in the air, the greasy smell of bacon tickling your nose. You poke an egg yolk with your fork, grimacing as it breaks. 

"Could I make some toast or something instead?" you ask. You really would like to eat, but the egg and bacon is too heavy. You're afraid you won't be able to keep it down. 

He rolls his eyes. "I'll make you some toast, babe, just drink your water." 

He makes you some toast, plate to his chest so he can eat and watch the bread brown at the same time, eating in that boyish way where he leans down to the fork rather than bringing it up to his mouth. It's his fault you got so drunk, in a roundabout way, though you don't actually think that and you'd never tell him if you did. He was in his stupid elf costume from his favourite book, his hair sleek and out of his face, face painted pale. Will you do my makeup? had started innocuously and ended with his hands on your waist to hold you in place, heart in your throat, pulse a hummingbird under his touch. You had to drink to forget the feeling. To avoid ruining everything. 

He seems to be taking pity on you now, swapping your plate for a new one of toast. He dips down to kiss the top of your head Eddie style, smacking. "You should quit partying so hard." 

"It felt like a good idea at the time." 

"Sweetheart," he says, pausing as you take a bite of your toast like it's his mouth that's full. He sighs and wraps an arm around your shoulders to hug you. "Is it really bad?" 

"I feel dizzy." 

"Eat your toast," he encourages, softer now, not a dummy in sight. "You'll feel better once you've recouped your losses. I'll make you some pedialyte, if you want?" 

"Can't I just have gatorade?" you mumble, mouth full of toast, head full of his naked arm pressing to your collar. 

"Don't want much, do you?"

Still, Eddie hauls you to the couch with a bucket just in case and a promise to return. He drives the two miles there and back it takes to get you gatorade and he doesn't complain about it, just breaks the seal and presses it into your hand. 

It's the most peculiar thing when he sits down next to you and takes your hand. Almost hesitant at first, then like it doesn't mean a thing, he holds your hand for the few hours between breakfast and lunch until you feel better, gatorades drank, and an orange eaten between you. 

"Next year," he says, slinking down into the couch, the smells of lunch cooking on the stove, your hand once again taken and held to his chest, "we should go as a duo costume." 

"Like what?" 

"I don't know. Ferris and Sloane?" 

"No one would ever guess who Sloane was." 

"How about, uh," —he's speaking casually, voice dipped low and rough— "fucking, Baby, from that movie you like? Baby and Tommy." 

"Dirty Dancing? You want to go as Baby and Johnny?" you ask. It's the most coupley couples costume there is. 

"I'd have to cut my hair. I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Did you hit your head while you were out?" you ask. 

"Whatever. You can just go as something lame again." He finger runs down your forearm. "You looked nice, but you could've looked awesome. You could've been Arwen." 

"Oh, I get it now. You want a mental image for the bank." Eddie groans and pulls away from you. "No, it totally makes sense, you've been so lonely ever since Macy cut you off–" 

"Shut up, I cut it off with her." He shakes his head and stands. "You're starting to make me regret it," he warns, though the smile appling his cheeks shows that he's not as serious as he sounds. 

He leaves you there on the couch with that stunning implication, your thoughts racing, and when he comes back it's to act like nothing happened, your lunch nicely plated and an ice cold drink to match. "Try and eat it, okay?" he asks. 

"Sure thing, Dr. Hyde." 

[quintinh43]

17 with Jack pleasee!!

Thank you for requesting 🥰

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Jack was a neat freak. The bed always had to be made after both of you got up. The stove had to be cleaned, and the counters had to be wiped after cooking. There were rarely ever piles of dishes in the sink, and the blanket on the back of the couch was always folded neatly unless someone was using it.

As a bit of a neat freak yourself, you found it a very nice change in pace from previous relationships. Where you were always left to pick up after someone else. Moving dirty dishes from desks or cleaning hair out of the sink after your partner shaved.

All in all, you found it very endearing, and Jack absolutely loved to pieces that you felt the same way about neatness as he did. If there was one thing that Jack was more neurotic about than you, it was laundry. As soon as the clothes were done washing, they had to go into the dryer, and as soon as the dryer was done, the clothes had to be folded and put away.

So when you were relaxing on the couch, reading a book and you heard the end beep of the dryer, it was a no-brainer for you to immediately fold Jack's laundry. You grab the clean laundry basket and load all of Jacks clothing into it before carrying it to the bedroom.

You perch on the edge of the bed as you go through the laundry, folding everything the way you know Jack likes and putting them in their respective places. You glance at the time. The boys are set to be back from practice in around twenty minutes. You make a quick snack of hummus and veggies with Luke in mind before curling back up in the corner of the couch with your book.

Twenty-ish minutes later, the door is being swung open, and Jack is storming through the door, muttering incoherently while an exasperated Luke trails behind him. Jack drops his hockey bag, kicks off his shoes, and stomps towards the bedroom.

"Is he ok?" You ask Luke with concern he shuts the door with a sigh.

"He timed his laundry wrong, and he's been fuming ever since," Luke says, rolling his eyes. You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your giggle, as Luke goes to wash his hands and immediately start munching on the snack you made.

Luke looks at you with a raised brow, knowing that you are as much of a neat freak as Jack and also hate, as Jack likes to call it "stale laundry".

"Baby?" Jacks voice calls through the apartment as he pads back to the living room. He looks much less angry, maybe slightly confused.

"Finally, have time to greet your amazing lovely girlfriend who folded your laundry for you?" You tease, bookmarking your page, and opening your arms for Jack. The grin that splits his face is massive.

"You folded my laundry for me?" He asks, flopping on top of you. You grunt at the sudden weight but lock your arms around him anyway.

"As soon as the dryer beeped," you nod, dropping a kiss to his hair as your hand finds its way under his sweatshirt and scratches comfortingly at his back.

"I love you so much," he smiles, pressing his lips against yours.

"I love you too, Jacky," you grin against his lips. Jack's good moods are infectious. As soon as he's happy, everyone around him is happy. And as long as the little things, like folding his laundry, make him happy, you would gladly do it for him for the rest of his life.

"Oh god, please get a room," Luke groans, rolling his eyes as Jack peppers kisses along your face.

Jack turns to glare at him, "How about you get your own apartment?" He fires back. You laugh, nudging Jack off of you.

"Every day, my eyes are abused by you two," Luke mutters, shaking his head dramatically.

Jack snatches a carrot off the plate and kicks Luke in the shin. Luke hisses, and he holds the plate out Jack's reach. You laugh as Jack grumbles cursewords about his brother's height.

"Alright, alright," you smile, pushing Jack in the direction of the bathroom, "go shower, and then we'll make lunch."

Jack almost instantly forgets about his brotherly spat as you pull him I'm for a kiss.

"Yes Ma'am," he grins against your lips.

"Eugh, my eyes," Luke groans. "What did I do to deserve this,"

You roll your eyes fondly while Jack flips him off. You wouldn't trade this for the world.

[absolutelyhugh3s]

michigan maize | ee73

ethan edwards x reader!

more loosely based song fics!! this one is tennessee orange by megan moroney

thank you guys so so much for all the love and support on forever and ever!!! y’all seriously don’t understand how much it means to me!! i love every single one of you <33

word count: 1.13k (not my gif!)

“hi munchkin! how are you doing?” my mothers honey-like voice filled my ears as she answered my call.

oh god, i'm really doing this.

“hi mama” i smiled even though she couldn’t see me “im good”

“i've got some news” i said nervously, clenching the comforter of my bed in my fist.

“oh honey is everything alright?” her slight chicago accent peaking through.

“dont worry im doing okay, just please dont tell dad?” i pleaded with my mother.

“y/n did something happen?” she asked worriedly.

“yes mama. he’ll blow a fuse if he found out” my father wasn’t big on me going to the umich. being the coach of msu hockey, he wanted me to go there.

but when i received an amazing scholarship to play lacrosse, i had to take it.

the first thing he told me when i left for school was “don't run off with any of those hockey boys y/n, they are very bad news.”

well, he’s clearly never met ethan.

“i know you raised me to know right from wrong, but god he makes it so hard” i chuckle “he?” my mother questions.

“i met somebody mama, hes brunette, and he's got these big brown eyes, and he opens the door for me everywhere i go!” 

ethan and y/n go on small date’s every wednesday night. its an awkward time for some, but for them, its the only time in their busy schedules that they can be together.

today, their date night was dressing up super fancy (as barbie and ken of course) seeing the barbie movie, and eating at a small diner a few blocks from the movie theater.

ethan had planned out the entire thing and the couple had a blast. once ethan had driven her back to her on campus apartment, she thanked the older boy, kissed him goodbye and began to exit the car.

“WAIT” ethan yelled. he jumped up out of the drivers seat, exiting the car and running around to open his girlfriend’s car door. “ok now you can go” he smiled

the small action made the girl melt like a snowman in summer. the defenseman than sprinted to the main door of her apartment complex, opening that for her as well.

“m’lady” he held out a hand as y/n walked through the door a blushing mess. he than took her hand in his, interlocking their fingers, leading her up to her apartment.

though the action was so little, it made her fall in love with him more and more every day.

“he just makes me so happy! hes like perfectly perfect! god! i've never felt this way mama!” i ramble.

“hun” my mother chuckles. “whats his name?” i then realize i left out the most important part “ethan! ethan edwards! mama you would love him” i smiled.

“but back home id be sinning” the smile fades slightly from my face. “why is that dear?” it seems as though she could hear what was going though my mind.

“mama, hes got me wearing maize and blue for him” i sarcastically laughed. 

“you should come to my game tomorrow” ethan said, running his hands through the ends of the y/h/c girls hair.

“the boys would love to see you, plus i get to have my own little good luck charm in the stands” the boy smiled like a small child at the girl laying on his chest.

“really?” she looked up at the brown haired boy with big doe eyes. “yes really” he grinned.

“here” he moved the smaller girl off of his chest to stand up from his bed.

he rummages through his closet, looking for a specific item of clothing.

suddenly a large yellow piece of fabric is thrown at her “you can even wear my jersey” he smiles.

the girl holds it up a large ‘edwards 73’ stares at her. “you know what e? i think i will”

“oh hes an athlete?” my mom says, surprised.

“yeah hekindasortamaybeplayshockey” i rush out, nervous of what my mother would say.

“im gonna need you to slow down y/n/n” she chuckles

“he plays hockey mama. he had me wearing his jersey at a msu game! of course i want the spartans to win but still! his smile! oh his smile! it makes me forget i look better in green!” i gush about my boyfriend.

“so thats why you didnt want your father to know” my mom teases, clearly finding enjoyment in this entire situation.

“oh please forgive me mama, i like him a lot” i beg “oh i think its a lot more than like sweetheart” my mom says. “what?”

“oh honey you are head over heels for ethan” she laughs “i've known for ten minutes and i can tell” 

“oh god im in love with a wolverine!” i exclaim.

“babygirl its ok! the worlds not gonna end! growing up in chicago i said i would never date a red wings fan, guess what? i married one!” she laughs.

“so you’re not mad?” i asked hesitantly.

“of course not y/n! its my job as your mother to always be supportive of you” i could tell she was smiling though the phone.

i talked with my mother for a while longer about random stuff for about another half hour. “mama i have to go, ethan should be here in a few minutes” i say.

“alright sweetie, invite him home would ya?” my mother asks. “of course mama, i love you” “i love you too sweet girl, bye bye”

i clean things up for about ten minutes when i hear a knock at my apartment door.

“you can come in e!” i shout. “ok!” he shouts back before walking in.

i put the last few dishes in the cabinet when i feel two muscular arms snake around my waist and a face bury into the crook of my neck.

“hi baby” he mumbles, tightening his hold on my waist.

“hi e” i giggled. “guess what i did today” i added.

“hmm climbed mount everest?” “nope” “slayed a dragon?” “nope” “killed someone?” “god no!”

“i told my mom about us” i smiled. ethans parents have known for a few weeks now about us, but he didnt wanna push me to tell mine. he wanted me to be comfortable with doing it myself.

ethan spins me around, his hands steading my hips. “you did?” he smiles.

“i did” i mirror his smile. the much larger boy then pulls me into the tightest hug possible.

“im so proud of you baby” he says, kissing the crown of my head.

“i have a question though” i place my chin on his sternum so im looking up at ethan. “whats up love?”

“what are you doing for spring break?”

[drysdaleknieslee]

can i request smut with juraj? maybe he comes home from practice a little sore, and you offer to give him a back massage, which somehow ends up turning him on and leads him to fucking you into oblivion 😫 thanks love x

Your wish is my command my friend (Sorry for the late reply I've been busy)

The front door opens followed by a strained groan, telling you that Juraj is back from his morning practice. He drops his hockey bag by the door, releasing a sigh, and rubs his neck exhaustingly.

"Hey babe," you say getting up from the couch and kissing his cheek, "how was practice?"

"Coach wasn't too happy about our loss last night and definitely made us pay for it."

"Go ahead and take a shower and I'll give you a massage. We can relax for the rest of the day and just order in" You say rubbing his shoulders. He just nods tiredly and heads upstairs to your shared bedroom.

About 15 minutes later, Juraj gets out of the shower and changes into some boxers and some sweatpants. You go and grab your massage lotion and motion for Juraj to lie face down on the bed.

You apply the lotion to his back and slowly start to massage out the knots that you feel. Each knot you massage elicits a groan followed by a sigh of relief from your boyfriend. "Thank you for this dieťa."

"Of course my love," you say softly. Montreal hasn't been having the best of luck with the games recently and you know it's been taking a toll on him, especially with him being one of the more prolific players and having teammates get traded out of nowhere.

"Ok babe your back is done," you say patting his back, "anywhere else that's sore or giving you discomfort?"

He smirks for a second before slyly saying, "My legs for sure."

"Your disgusting" is all you say while laughing.

"You like it," he chuckled, "but do you mind doing my neck?"

You sit in front of him and begin to massage the sides of his neck. His eyes closed momentarily at the sensation and he let out a small sigh. You try not to let your mind wander while seeing your boyfriend react to your touch like this but it's hard not to.

You lean forward and give him a soft peck, which goes from his lips to his chin, eventually to his Adam's apple.

"Dieťa-" he said straining. With the way you were positioned on his lap you begin to feel his budge against your right thigh. "I think I have another way to help you relieve the rest of your tension" you whisper in his ear.

His eyes open and they are dilated to the point you can see a little of his irises. He repositions you on his lap as you begin kissing him properly and he bucks his hips slightly, releasing a moan from you.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to hurt you."

"I want this more than anything."

After the nod of confirmation, he removes your shorts and drags your underwear down with them. "All soaked for me" he said with a rasp.

He places the pad of his thumb on your entrance and you throw your head back at the sensation. He then inserts his middle finger and curling it upward extracting a yelp from you and your back begins to arch.

Juraj watches you with dark eyes and smiles knowing he's the only one that will ever make you feel this way. He adds another digit as he feels you begin to clench, telling him you are close. With you grinding against his fingers and curling his fingers, you feel that coil snap followed by a drawn-out moan as you climax on his hand.

"My turn," you say panting.

You and Juraj stand so you can remove his boxers and sweatpants. You signal him to lay on the bed and he does, never taking his eyes off of you.

You reach in the bedside table and grab a condom. You climb on his lap once more. You rip the condom open with your teeth and place it over him and pump him a few times, feeling him getting hard again with each pump. "We don't have to do this if your too tired Juraj" you say noticing his hooded eyes.

"I'm never too tired for you dieťa," he says reassuring you. He grabs your hips to position you over him. After prodding your entrance a few times, you finally sink down on him, both of you taking in shallow breaths. You slowly inch down as it always takes you time to adjust to his size. You're halfway when he thrusts up into you without warning and the most explicit moan escapes your lips.

"If you do that again, I'll come too soon and it won't be fun for either of us." You begin to move up and down at a steady pace, hands-on Juraj's chest for balance, as he's hitting every spot imaginable. You try not to clench as his groans become more strained. But a part of you wants to be a brat, so you stop.

"Why did you stop?" Juraj asks practically glaring at you and straining the words out as you clench and wiggle your hips a bit.

"My legs got tired," you lie. You just wanted to see how worked up he could get. He's close to his climax, you can tell, because he keeps trying to buck his hips to get come friction.

"Dieťa," he says through clenched teeth, "Move."

"I don't think I will," you say while pretending to ponder. You can feel him pulsing inside you and it's taking everything in you to not move just for your own sake.

Suddenly, he lifts you and places you face-first on the bed. He doesn't even give you time to get your bearings before he starts to pound into you from behind. His large hand on your back, pressing you against the mattress and you have to put your face in the pillow to muffle your sounds.

"Let me hear you dieťa, especially after being a brat," he says into your ear before grabbing your hair making a makeshift ponytail, and lifting your head. Not hard enough to hurt but with that and the fast pace of his hips, it was setting you over the edge.

"I shouldn't even let you cum" he says hitting your spot relentlessly.

"I'm sorry I was a brat, please let me come," you say desperately with baited breath.

"We'll see."

The sound of skin on skin reverberating around the room along with the explicit sounds from the both of you. Juraj getting lost with the sensation of your walls around him. He moves his right hand from your hip and moves it to your front, felling the imprint of himself in your lower stomach and moving it to your clit.

"You feel me inside you? I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

"Oh my god, fuck-" you say, the last word coming out choked.

At this point, there are tears in your eyes from the sensation. "Let go," he rasps in your ear. After one sloppy thrust and him hitting your g spot you climax and he follows suit. You both are a panting sweaty mess and it's taking everything in him to not collapse on top of you.

A whine leaves your lips as he pulls out to remove the condom and discards it. You're too spent to move. Juraj lifts you and takes you both to your bathroom. He sits you gently on the toilet as he runs bath water for you both. He makes sure that the water isn't too hot and looks up to see your eyes struggling to stay open.

"Hey sleepyhead, lets have a bath first and then we'll go to sleep, ok?"

You nod tiredly and he helps you step into the bath and he sits behind you. "Who knew both of us wouldn't be able to walk?" you say with a light laugh.

He chuckles while you both take turns bathing each other, getting each other dressed with minimal movement. Juraj changes the sheets and both of you finally drift off to sleep in each others arms, mentally happy that there's no practice tomorrow.

[lovinbarzal]

PERFECT | J. HUGHES

jack hughes x fem! zegras sister! reader

summary: in which jack and y/n break the only rule that trevor gave them.

a/n i love hockey. and the players. also ava doesn't exsist in this </3 sorry ava ily i swear!

masterlist part two

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I found a love, for me. Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

"Jack's gonna be here so I need you to be gone." Trevor blurted. The three Zegras siblings were watching a movie in their living room.

"What the hell?" The girl exclaimed.

"I can't have you here, you're so embarrassing!" Trevor was quick to defend himself but was doing a shit job at it.

"Trevor, I live here. Where the hell would I go, you stupid fuckhead?" Y/n looked to her twin brother with her arms crossed.

"Anywhere but here." Trevor shrugged.

"Trev, you can't kick her out." Griffin stated making Trevor let out a groan. He, as well as Y/n, knew better than to argue with Griffin.

"Fine but you better not make goo-goo eyes at him." He turned to Y/n, "I'm serious."

Y/n scoffed before they all turned their focus back to the movie. What the hell was supposed to be so special about this Jack?

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

"I'm apologizing in advanced for my weird-ass sister." Trevor turned to Jack. The two teenage boys sat in the back of the 'Zegras Mobile'.

"Trevor Zegras, do not call your sister weird and don't say ass." His Mom scolded.

He held his hands up in defeat before turning back to Jack.

"And if you don't find her weird, you can't have her. She is off-limits to my friends." He said as Jack nodded.

"Trust me, Trev. This week is supposed to be about us not about your sister." Jack reassured.

"Good but I'm still serious. Do not fall for my sister." Trevor said seriously before Wildest Dreams came on. Trevor sang along...loudly.

If Trevor was weird like this than his TWIN sister would have to be way worse? Right? Jack thought to himself.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Y/n rubbed the sleep from her eys as she walked down the stairs. She was wearing one of Griffin's old shirts that fit oversized as well as a pair of Trevor's pj pants.

She didn't notice the extra boy sitting at the table until she went to sit in her spot that had been taken by the mysterious boy.

The two made eye contact and it was almost instantly that they felt something. The moment was quickly interrupted by Trevor.

"Jack meet my gross and weird sister, Y/n. Y/n/n meet Jack." Trevor introduced as he poured himself more cereal.

"Hi." Jack said as Y/n stood awkwardly.

"Are you just gonna stand there like a loser all day or...?" Trevor questioned with a mouth full of cereal in his mouth.

"He's in my spot." The girl said looking at Trevor in disgust.

"Go sit next to Griffin." Trevor dismissed.

"Oh no. I can move." Jack said trying to move from his spot.

"No!" She exclaimed a little too loud, "I mean, it's ok. I can just go eat my breakfast in the living room."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before stealing the box of Fruit Loops from in front of Trevor. Who tried to snatch them back only to be to slow. Jack watched the whole thing go down but he kept his gaze on her.

Maybe not falling for his brother's sister was gonna be harder than he thought.

But darling, just kiss me slow. Your heart is all I own and in your eyes, you're holding mine

Y/n was currently in the living room watching TV when Jack came in to the room.

"Hi." He breathed out with a smile which she returned.

"Hey. Uh, where's Trevor?" She looked up at him from the couch.

"He's taking a shower and I got bored in his room." Jack answered honestly. Trevor was showering and he was bored but he was also hyping himself up to make a move. He told Trevor and himself that he wouldn't but his stay was coming to an end and he needed to get it off his chest.

The two stayed silent. Not an awkward silence but more of a who was gonna make the first move silence. It was Jack.

"Look, I'm gonna be honest. You're so beautiful and perfect. I've only known you like 6 days but they've been the 6 days of my life just because you've been in them. I know Trevor told me and probably you that we weren't supposed to fall for each other but what the hel-" He was cut off by Y/n standing from the couch and placing her lips on his.

I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person and she looks perfect

She looked perfect was the only thing going through his head when they pulled away.

"I like you too." She said with a sly smile before yet another moment was interrupted by the one and only, Trevor.

"Jack?" Trevor called from up the stairs. The two stood with wide eyes as they were brought back into reality.

They kissed. How were they gonna tell Trevor? They won't right?

They can't.

[trashthedragon]

JOSHLER PROMPT!!!! ok so like tyler is being a lil fuckboy as per usual and like kisses josh on-stage or smth dumb as he does and josh decides to fuck with tyler back 😌 sorry if that sucked lmao im so bad at this

OMG I'm having so much fun with these Joshler prompts. Here is my second one! I kinda just took this one and ran with it!

Send me a Joshler prompt here!

Josh had never thought Tyler would actually be ballsy enough to do it. It was a years-long running joke: the two of them kissing on stage. It had been written in enough fan fics that Josh and Tyler spent a little too much time reading "out of curiosity". They'd teased about doing it to add excitement to their show when they were opening up for the Save Rock and Roll Tour, since it was a common gag that Pete and Patrick did that always got the crowd freaking out about it. Once they'd worn hockey helmets and joked that they had them on because the two of them couldn't stop kissing. Mark had thought he was so funny posting that for everyone to see. It was supposed to be funny.

But Tyler was never going to do it. Until he was. One second Josh was climbing up onto the piano during Holding Onto You, while Tyler shuffled back and forth on it, rapping, with the gleam in his eye that told Josh he was in for something, and the next Tyler was grabbing him and planting a firm kiss on Josh's sweaty lips, his hands cupping the side of Josh's face. The crowd had screamed so loud Josh thought his ear drums might burst. He had absolutely no idea how he managed to land the backflip, how he was able to get through the entire rest of the show, but soon enough they were climbing back on stage after the end of Trees, gripping onto each other, bowing.

Josh hadn't had time to think about the kiss during the show, but now that he was walking off stage his mind was spinning. How the hell was he going to get Tyler back for that? Had it just been a stupid little joke, Tyler finally doing it?

It wasn't until they got back to their dressing room when Josh asked "Soooo what the hell was that about?"

Tyler looked over at him with a smirk "Did you hear everyone? They freaked out," he clapped his hands together.

"So it was just a joke?" Josh asked, raising his eyebrows at Tyler. He saw a slight flicker of something in Tyler's eyes and he decided to chase it.

"Y-yeah" Tyler said, but he was breathless because Josh was stepping towards him now, all broad shoulders and strong biceps and sweat. "A joke," Tyler certainly sounded less cocky than he had before.

"Hmmm," Josh mumbled, his voice lowering. He'd backed Tyler into the wall now, and his hands moved to Tyler's shoulders. "Do it again," Josh said to him as he pressed his hips squarely against Tylers, making his bandmate gasp in surprise. Josh took the opportunity of Tyler's lips opening and kissed him, hard, his tongue sweeping along Tyler's bottom lip and over his crooked teeth.

"Was that a joke too?" Josh asked when he pulled away from Tyler, somehow managing to remain calm and collected while Tyler panted and leaned in towards Josh again, needy for more.

"What?" Tyler said in a daze, and Josh stepped away from the Tyler and turned away, a playful smirk on his lips, knowing the state he'd left Tyler in now was at least a tiny amount of payback for how dazed Josh had felt after that kiss on the piano. Even if it wasn't in front of thousands of people like it had been for Josh. Tyler had gotten himself into this, and Josh was perfectly happy to give his best friend a taste of his own medicine tonight...

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[theywantedplayer]

May I request an auston matthews x reader in pre established relationship.

I want it to be angst with a happy ending. I want it go kinda like the reader is concerned that he might leave her for all the other girls that are flooding his DMs, but he comforts her and ensures her that he only wants her.

Pls and ty!

TW-just taking about blowjobs

You knew Auston got many messages from girls on instagram, you overheard Mitch making jokes to Auston the night before about it only making you wonder how many girls have DM’d your boyfriend. When Auston was in the shower you glanced at his phone over and over wanting to pick it up.You knew Auston password because he trusted you. The next thing you knew Austons phone was in your hand and you were typing in the password.Your anniversary. 

You quickly opened instagram not wanting Auston to see you. You went to his DM’s and saw over 2000 requested messages you scanned through them looking at what they said. Some were just people Admiring him as a hockey player, but then there were others, the ones that Mitch was joking about. 

“Your so hot papi I don't know why you're even this that girl, id bet Id suck your dick wayyy better if you just gave me a chance”

You frowned at the message, he knew you hate a good looking boyfriend but it never failed to make you feel a little Insecure when others Flirted him. Curiosity still got the best of you as you started to search through more messages. Until one made tears come to your eyes, a girl sent Auston a nude!. your eye bulged out of your head from the photo. It was a skinny tan blonde girl laying Completely naked on her bed with the caption “you can do better than her come to me papi”

You couldn't help comparing yourself to the girl, why did Auston pick you?. Was he going to leave you for here? You heard the shower turn off so you quickly put Austons phone back on his nightstand and tried to make yourself look busy. Auston walked out of the bathroom just wearing a Towel as he walked around to Find some clothes. You Couldn't help but look at him. Usually you would be checking him out but you couldn't help just look at him and think “he's too good for me”. Auston notices you looking at him shooting you a wink before he turns away. 

Usually you would be making flirtatious comments at Auston but you went quiet, your mind  running amok and Auston started to notice. He quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and turned His attention to you.

“You ok?” he asked, making his way to your side of bed, now standing in front of you. All you did was nodded as you looked up at him trying to give him a Convincing smile but Auston saw right through.

“You gonna stop lying?” He asked softly laughing 

Tears started to form in your eyes again and Auston noticed kneeling down in front of you.

“What are these tears for baby? '' He asked, he placed both his hands on your cheeks trying to wipe the tears off in time but  they kept being replaced by others.

“I-i” you tried to say but you kept getting cut off by your own sobs.

“It's ok,take your time” he comforted. He wrapped his arms around you picking you up, only to sit down right where you were just sitting, only now you sitting in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, only you buried your face into his neck.Auston slowly rubbed your back leaving kisses on the side of your head. When you started to calm down you pulled your head out of Austons neck now looking him in the eyes. You felt like a burden and the look on Austons face made you feel even more worse, he looked so concerned. He probably thought you were being Dramatic and over emotional just making you feel like shit.

“Pretty whats going on”He questioned as he used both of his thumbs to rub your runny mascara off your cheeks.

“You're so” you said, gesturing at him “your so…..you!”

“What” Auston chuckled confused 

“You're so you and I'm just…. I'm just me” you admitted 

“I still don't understand” he told 

“I don't understand why you're with me!” You told,your voice getting louder the more you spoke “I mean Seriously Auston all the girls that DM you all the time I mean for fuck sake some are even sending you nudes! I don't get it! I just don't get i-”

Auston placed his hand over your mouth, cutting you off.

“You went on my phone?” he asked 

Your heart stopped at his words if he wasn't going to leave you before he was going to now. You pulled Auston’s hand away from your mouth before you spoke again.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry I heard Mitch last night talking about all the Girls in your DM’s and I got Curious and I looked and I regret looking because look at me!” you shouted 

Auston could tell you were about to start crying again so he rubbed the side of your arms to calm you down 

“Please don't leave me” You pleaded 

Auston was Baffled, he wasn't going to leave you why would he leave you,you're it for him.

“first off” “I'm not going to leave you” He looked you in the eyes “ever, I'm not mad you went on my phone I gave you the passcode because I trust you and I don't want you to compare yourself to those girls ok? I love you” 

You took a shaky breath before you spoke 

“I just- She sent you nudes!” you Explained 

“Who?” he asked 

“Stupid Ashley_ Davis12” you grumbled 

Auston laughed at what you said 

“Stop!” you laughed lightly slapping his chest “I'm being Serious “

“I know baby,I know you are” He comforted 

“One of them even said they could suck your dick better!” you said

Know Auston was full on laughing at what you said and you couldn't help but laugh as well. Now that you said it out loud for the first time it did sound a little silly.

“OK now that's not true and you know it” He teased, making your face heat up “Don't listen to them ok? What their saying is a load of bullshit”

“I know I just can't help but feel Insecure when I look at them” You Admitted

“I know it hard but I need you to know I love you everything about you ok,Especially the way you suck my di-” 

“Ok ok I get it” You laughed, cutting him off. Auston just laughed as he laid down on the bed pulling you on top of him.

You hovered over him smiling 

“I love you” Auston Adored as he pulled you into a soft kiss 

[delurkr]

Anne and James and sibling OCs in 1948

1948 being the year Anne and James married. Penelope is Anne's sister, and everybody else is James's family.

Cropped sections are further down. There's some connections from @108garys 's Super Massive Family Tree that play into everything (here's their portrait of older Penelope), and I'll leave it to them if they want to refresh everybody on the details. (Edit: 108garys gave lore in the notes). Some of the OCs have more lore than others, but I'm not getting into it here or doing deep dives about personalities and all that, so I just stuck together very non-deep little likes/dislikes/favorite activities lists for everyone. But first some notes on the art:

I went for a balance between dressy and casual, so most of these wouldn't be everyday outfits but none of them are formal either.

Nobody has naturally curly hair. Shirley has a perm, and Anne and Penelope use only curlers. (Unlike the other two, Penelope doesn't curl it every day).

If Anne's dress looks piecemeal that's because it is. Around 1948 was when women's fashion was transitioning from shorter wartime styles (minimum fabric) to longer hemlines, but ofc most women didn't just toss out all their old clothes, so the new things they bought were in the new style, while they also continued wearing what they had and sometimes altered their shorter things in various ways. The white border on Anne's dress is a recent addition, and so is the embroidered pocket because big pockets were also fashionable and it was intended to make the border look more like it belongs.

Shirley uses a brace, a built up shoe, and sometimes a cane due to effects from having polio when she was very young.

Bob has been in the U.S. Army for four or so years and he's currently a corporal. If part of his uniform is inaccurate then oh well because there were some details I just wasn't finding clear answers on (do point it out if you know something that's wrong tho). Also that's his hat he's holding in case it's hard to tell.

Ok now for the other stuff:

Anne, age 17 -

Likes: Dancing; recycling; Frank Sinatra music (don't spread it around); telephone party lines; the scratchy sound of crossing things off her to-do list.

Dislikes: Noisy children; poetry; men's cologne; bleached blonde hair; house pets; wrinkled clothes; rain on her hairdo; complainers; people with bad posture; anonymous love letters; being late; people who are late; unraked leaves; these peasants (most of the boys at school); being told she's too opinionated.

Favorite activities: Growing plants, mostly flowers; taking the mick out of James ❤

Penelope, age 8 -

Likes: Bicycling; puppies; reading, mostly fairytales; sticky sweets; movie stars.

Dislikes: Mud; talking to strangers; not having had her first kiss yet; never getting the lowdown after Anne's dates.

Favorite activity: Eavesdropping on the phone party line with Anne.

Shirley, age 24 -

Likes: Card games; chickens; picnics; reading; red on just about anything.

Dislikes: Snow; frogs; Bob; the sound of her own voice.

Favorite activity: Canoe rides to read on the open water. Her preferred victims to accompany her are James (she'll use her oldest-sibling authority for as long as she can) and whoever she happens to be dating (is that a weird date? idk but she calls it a no-go with a guy if he can't handle the quiet time).

Bob (Robert), age 22 -

Likes: Arm candy; being outside; cheating at card games; beer; animals, especially wildlife; pulling practical jokes on April 2.

Dislikes: Peas; serious conversations.

Favorite activities: Hunting; chasing women. (These things are not connected).

James, age 19 -

Likes: Holidays; history; picking dumb arguments; playing hockey when the pond freezes over; reading; PDA with Anne ❤

Dislikes: Waiting; hand-me-down clothes; being called Jimbo; having glasses.

Favorite activity: Finding money on the ground.

Clarence, age 11 -

Likes: Pocket knives; pirates; model train sets and dollhouses type stuff.

Dislikes: Surprises; hugs; getting up early; "old" people; getting his picture taken (that one's partly a joke, because I accidentally drew him looking a little moody for no reason).

Favorite activity: Fixing appliances and things around the house (under supervision because "fixing" is a bit of an overstatement. He can take things apart but has yet to learn how to properly put them back together).

Kathy (Katherine), age 7 -

Likes: Parties; collecting things; Brothers Grimm-style fairytales; terrible creature horror B movies.

Dislikes: Bugs, especially bees; nightmares from the terrible creature horror B movies.

Favorite activity: Poking dead animals. Trips to the butcher and dead mice found in the attic are her lifeline for now until she starts doing dissections in school. She definitely doesn't store said mice under her bed in jars she stole from the kitchen.

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Cool so now that everyone is sufficiently grossed out I'll leave it here for now 😊 Stay tuned I guess because sooner or later I'm going to follow this up with the three youngest when they're older, around 1959 because that was a happening point in time for them. And lastly, 108garys is free to hate anything I wrote because we share the OCs but I consulted them on very little of this lol.

[thehugheslover]

So High School Luke Hughes x Singer Reader

This song is written by the amazing Taylor Swift and for today's story I am going to have it being the readers song enjoy

Presses the recording button

August 31st

"Ok so I am going to be showing my boyfriend my new single So, High School from my album that is Called The Sparks Between Us that comes out September 9th(you look at Luke and you both giggle a little) and I will be getting his reaction to the song"you said. Are you ready to here it" you asked him. "As ready as I will ever be" he said.

You start the song

I feel so high school

Every time I look at you

I want to find you in a crowd

Just to hide from you

And in the blink of a crinkling eye

I'm sinking, our fingers entwined

Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

I'll drink what you think and I'm high from smoking your jokes all

damn night

The brink of a wrinkle in time

Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

I'm watching American Pie

With you on a Saturday night

Your friends are around, so be quiet

I'm trying to stifle my sighs,

cause I feel so high school

every time I look at you

But look at you

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

It's just a game, but really

I'm betting on all three

For us two

(Luke starts laughing because in a interview he did he got asked to Kiss Mary or Kill 3 singers you as one of them and he said he would Mary you if he could.)

Get my car door, isn't that sweet

Then pull me to the backseat

(You both started laughing because after you announced your relation ship to the public you two were caught kissing in the backseat of your car)

"This line is my second favorite line in the song" you said and than started the song again

No one's ever had me

Not like you ...

(you look directly at Luke after the line and you both smile at each other")

You pause the song once more

"Ok now this is by far one of my favorite lyrics that I have written in my music career" you said and played the song

Truth, dare, spin bottles

You know how to ball

I know Aristotle

(after that line Luke kissed your head and pulled you into him close)

Brand new, full throttle

Touch me while your bros play grand theft auto

It's true, swear, Scout's honor

You knew what you wanted

And, boy, you got her

Brand new, full throttle

You already know, babe

I feel like laughing

In the middle of practice

Do that impression you did of your dad again

I'm hearing voices, like a madman

And in the blink of a crinkling eye

I'm sinking, our fingers entwined

Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

I'll drink what you think and I'm high from smoking your jokes all

damn night

The brink of a wrinkle in time

Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

I'm watching American Pie

With you on a Saturday night

Your friends are around, so be quiet

I'm trying to stifle my sighs,

cause I feel so high school

every time I look at you

But look at you

Truth, dare, spin bottles

You know how to ball

I know Aristotle

Brand new, full throttle

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

It's true, swear, Scout's honor

You knew what you wanted

And, boy, you got her

Brand new, full throttle

You already know, babe

You already know, babe

The song ended and you turned to Luke.

"So what did you think of the song" you asked

"I did not like it I loved it and I love the little nod to me playing hockey and you not knowing a single thing about it" he said and you just laughed and pecked his lips and ended the video

[oneforthemunny]

evieeeee i’m not sure if this has been asked before but i was just curious — how would the different eddies react to reader dropping the L bomb first, and who among them do you think would actually drop it first? ahhh sorry i’m just in a fluffy and silly mood <333

ooh ok let me think.

edited bc no fucking way i forgot rockstar!eddie

for the eddies who would say i love you first:

modern!eddie says it balls deep inside of you bc that's who he is. also very early on. just can't help it. he's sure he's found his soulmate after the first date and it just comes out when he's fucking you.

bouncer!eddie too. i feel like he'd be a little drunk, a little flirty, and you say something that makes him giggle and he's just like "i fuckin' love you" "what?" "nothing..." he didn't mean to say it really, not them anyways, but he can't help that he did.

mafia!eddie is definitely saying it first, though i feel his is in the heat of a fight or a tense moment. maybe something similar to the fight in the struggles we face. where you're mad he's always just missing stuff and doesn't tell you and you get scared. maybe a retaliation where you ignore him and it goes wrong. heat of the fight, he just blurts out, "i care where you're fucking at because i want to keep you safe. i love you and i want you to be safe."

hockey!eddie says it first. literally just nonchalantly one day is like "no i love you so much" and it's kinda shocking but also very on brand for him and very sweet.

i mentioned boxer!eddie is very possessive and so is reader, so i think he says it first but under circumstances similar to her accusing him of cheating. "why the fuck would i look at someone else? why am i lookin'? i'm not. i'm only looking at you. i only love you." because let's be real, she would never say it lol, so he has to first.

as for the reader who would say it first:

cowboy!eddie's sweet girl would say it first. a little tipsy, when they were more established and steady, but they both just hadn't said it. eddie didn't think he needed to, he just assumed you knew, and you were always a little scared to say it first. until he took you to the bar and you're just dopey and hugging all over him and it slips. he'd just grin, kiss the corner of your mouth, mutter a "love you too, baby." to your skin.

teacher!reader said it first with janitor!eddie because truly, he's so fucking scared to say it on his own. like shaking almost. and she can tell he really wants to. he'll start and then it's like his words are strangled completely. so eventually she's like fuck it, and says it to him.

older!eddie did not say it first, kinda for similar reasons as janitor!eddie, but he's also very uneasy about how to navigate a relationship period but especially one with someone younger. he doesn't want to scare you off, so he shows it more than says it. until one day you've just had it, and you say it. "you know i love you, right? like i really do love you, and i want this to be a thing for a long long time." and he's over the moon about it.

dom!eddie also does not say it for the first time, which is not all that surprising. i feel like it would be during a vulnerable moment, maybe after sex and you're just a little hazy. he's being extra sweet and it just slips. he'd just smile, not make a huge deal out of it, "yeah? love you too."

nepo baby!reader says it first to rockstar!eddie, which really is shocking. when they start getting closer, it just kinda comes out. is supposed to be backhanded and mean, but kinda falls short. "i mean, obviously i love you. i wouldn't be with someone like you if i didn't. do you know how this is going to fuck my reputation?" and eddie can't even get mad at the insult bc you just said you loved him?? him???

[nevermindirah]

🎁 🍬 🤔 🎨

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

I do! Overwhelmingly TOG these past few years but I may still write more MCU here or there. My very favorite of my MCU fics is the one I'm afraid I may never write: Eartha Grit, in which Sam Wilson is a drag queen. How the hell to choose between my TOG babies I have no idea, so I'll pick one on impulse: every shutter click I wish was a kiss. We really knocked it out of the park with that one 🙏

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

I have no desire to face any of the stresses of professional fiction writing, and I don't think that's where my skills are at, but I would leap at the chance to contribute to the story outlining that would result in Daisy Johnson officially returning to the MCU. They should've put her in The Marvels! She would have such interesting relationships with Monica and Kamala especially!! But since they didn't go this route I'm sure I can find other fun and exciting ways to get her on movie screens. Kevin Feige don't call me just accept my emails pls and thank <3

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I would die of joy and come right back screaming with delight if someone made fanart of my work. Two very different scenes pop immediately to mind. One: the moment in Wouf Wouf when Nile is enjoying a gentle wake-up cuddle with her wolfy bestie and its following moment where all of a sudden a very hot very naked human man is halfway pinning her to the bed. Two: Olympic gold medalist Nile and her hockey player doing something cute, like for example trying out a pairs skating lift. ok also Three: anything from every shutter click I wish was a kiss >:)

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

saving the best for last. have TWO snippets! <333333333

(fanfic writer asks!)

Meeka/Vincent

It has now been fully three days since Meeka has had a proper workout. This trip was supposed to include at least a little light mountain climbing! Snow is still piling up and at this rate she doubts she’ll get to do more than snowshoe a few meters to the airport taxi when it’s finally safe to leave the cabin.

Her circuit between her bedroom, the kitchen, and the far side of the living room with its cozy fireplace is laughably inadequate exercise. The lack of better options is starting to make her physically itch.

The summit organizers are doing their level best to continue with the planned events over video conference, but some of the delegates aren’t showing the same commitment to the summit’s success, and some of the unplanned moments of an in-person meeting that get people to see each other’s humanity across political difference are simply impossible to recreate online. Meeka is finding each session more frustrating than the last.

She was able to keep her one-on-ones with the principals from Haiti, Brazil, Bangladesh, and Vietnam, all of which went well, and she’s going to have an exciting follow-up call when she gets home with the leaders of Vietnam’s solar program. Both Egypt and Mexico had to cancel on her due to tension headaches from all the unexpected screen time. A video call from home in a week or two is just as good as a video call from nearby cabins they can’t leave on this frozen mountain, or perhaps better, without the frustration of cabin fever.

Last night’s video happy hour with some of her friends and their friends and a handful of new allies was decently amusing! Though a good portion of it was spent ragging on France, which brought one of the largest delegations to this trainwreck and yet had not a single representative at that afternoon’s Francophone countries roundtable discussion. Extraordinarily disrespectful.

Meeka declined invitations to social events tonight. Eye strain hasn’t gotten to her, thankfully, but her temper can only take so much frustration. She needs a break from screens. She needs to move.

When she logs off after the last of the day’s sessions and leaves her bedroom, she finds Vincent on the floor with Mila.

Sugar Daddy AU

(this is a rougher draft prose-wise but the vibes are there!)

“Boys, this is my friend Nile I’ve told you about.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Nile,” says Philippe.

Jean Pierre says a quiet hi but his lip is trembling. As they move into the living room and Booker offers Nile a glass of water, JP bursts into tears. Booker scoops up JP to comfort him, murmurs all kinds of reassurances. Philippe goes and gets Nile a glass of water.

Nile’s heart melts for this kid. She was only a year older than him when her dad was wounded in action and she recognizes the turmoil behind the responsible-kid exterior.

Nile asks him about his pottery and they talk about that for a little bit while Booker sees to JP. When things are starting to calm down, she tells Philippe that he was very brave and responsible tonight, reassures him that Dad’s home now and you can relax, it’s all going to be ok. Booker of course overhears this and melts over how great Nile is.

They’d had snacks at Astra’s party but ended up leaving before eating a real dinner, and the boys hadn’t eaten yet either when Joe started having trouble breathing, so now everybody’s hungry. Before either of the adults can really think through logistics or say the should-say things like “I can call you a car to the MARC station” or “I should probably leave y’all to it”, Philippe asks if Nile is going to stay for dinner.

“Yeah, Papa, can she?” JP adds. “We could watch a movie!”

The boys egg each other on about yeah! Let’s watch a movie! Booker sets the oven to preheat then asks if he can talk to Nile for a moment in the other room.

“I’m sorry to just invite myself over like this,” Nile says. “I should—”

“If you’d rather not stay I could—”

They both trail off and look at each other.

“What’s for dinner?” Nile asks.

Booker looks down, sheepish. “Pizza casserole.”

“I bet it’s delicious. You wouldn’t mind if I stayed?”

“If you want to stay, you’re very welcome.”

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

June 11, 2014

UTAH YETI? ABOMINABLE NAME FOR NEW HOCKEY TEAM

OK Wilson, you're not going to believe this but the proposed name for Utah's new NHL hockey franchise has been whittled down to six possibilities. One of them is “Utah Yeti.” For real. Yeah, yeah, sure, we know, the band spotted one in the High Uintas when they were on a spiritual religious retreat with Steve Urquhart's “Shroomiversity,” that uses psilocybin as a sacrament. But we digress. Here are the rest of the finalist names from the “fan voting” contest: Utah Blizzard, Utah Hockey Club, Utah Mammoth, Utah Outlaws and Utah Venom. OK, it's true that more than 10,000 years ago mammoths roamed around Utah. But really? They're as synonymous with Utah lore as jackalopes. Outlaws? Venom? Huh? Here are some of the names submitted by readers of Smart Bomb: Swarming Crickets; Stormon Mormons; Utah Missionaries; Skating Apostles; Ice Quorum; Salt Lake Salamanders and Flying Saints. You gotta admit it Wilson, our readers picks are way better. It just goes to reinforce that old saw about too many cooks in the kitchen. Just look what happened when the NFL's Washington Redskins changed it's name to Commanders. It's the Abilene Paradox — group think that yields a conclusion no one person would have selected. Yeti Shmeti.

THE UGLY BEAUTY CONTEST

The best political sideshow this season is the beauty pageant that could crown the next GOP nominee for vice president, one heartbeat away from the leader of the free world with cardiovascular disease. Here are the finalists:

Florida Rep. Bryon Donalds. Pros: He says that Jim Crow was good for Black families and could help Trump attract more White Nationalist.

Cons: Most voters spit up when they hear the words, “Jim Crow.”

Ohio Sen. J.D.Vance. Pros: He's a white dude from Appalachia and has that hillbilly thing goin'.

Cons: He went to Harvard and he's suspicious. Can't trust him.

New York Rep. Elise Stefanik. Pros: She's smart, cunning and takes no prisoners.

Cons: She's too smart and too cunning. Can't have a woman like that around.

Florida Sen. Marco Rubio. Pros: He's little with little hands and a little voice — he'll make Trump look good.

Cons: Trump already owns Florida. Little Marco is still a waste of space.

South Carolina Sen. Tim Scott. Pros: He's an empty suit who won't stop saying he loves Trump. It's embarrassing but Trump likes it.

Cons: He tries to kiss Trump all the time.

Nikki Haley. Pros: None.

Cons: She may try to poison him.

GOV. COX AND MR. HYDE — THE CASE OF THE MAGA SERUM

Here comes the tough takin', gun slingin' Spencer Cox. What're you gonna do about it. Wait, what happed to our nice, little farm boy governor. You remember, the one who said we should all be nice to each other on account of we're all patriotic Americans. Well, no more Mr. Nice Guy. Wonder if it has anything to do with the upcoming Republican primary election. Once upon a time Cox urged legislators to be kind to LGBT folks because they're human, too. Then he signed the bathroom bill to police the toilets for trans people. Gov. Wunderkind once said homeless people should not go hungry or freeze to death. Now, he contends that it's time for those laggards to take responsibility for themselves. There was a time when Gov. Smiley wanted young people to ready themselves as next generation leaders. Then he applauded riot police for kicking the stuffing out of non-violent protesters at the University of Utah. Well Wilson, maybe the Republican State Convention can provide some clues. The MAGAtes have taken over the Utah GOP and booed Cox, their party leader, as he took the stage at their recent convention. “Maybe you hate that I don’t hate enough,” he told the crowd. The Guv might have added, 'But I'm working on it.' Looks like he drank the serum, after all.

Post script — That's a wrap for another fun-filled week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of the news all summer so you don't have to. Everybody needs a break from the news, too bad most Americans are on permanent news break. What're you gonna do, Wilson? Here are a sample of headlines from the week that was: Phil Lyman called Bears Ears land swap “gang rape”; Mike Lee wants to stop noncitizen immigrants from voting — but has no evidence they are; Biologist who discovers blonde moth with tiny genitals names new species after Donald Trump; Weber State to axe Black, Latino and other cultural centers to comply with new diversity law; Florida couple arrested for selling tickets to heaven; GOP overwhelmingly supports a Trump conspiracy theory, yet again; Republicans pitch tax cuts for corporations, the wealthy in 2025; Zoo separated 5 parrots after the birds were caught encouraging each other to swear at visitors; Caitlin Clark snubbed by Olympics; Arizona psychic hit by car says he never saw it coming; Bill Maher shocks audience with Trump prison-rape joke. No Wilson, we're not going to repeat the joke here — but you can find it if you dare read the news. Yikes!

Well shucks Wilson, no doubt about it now, summer is here. Time to slow down, watch some women's softball, eat watermelon and fire up the barbie — everything tastes better on the barbie along with light beer on a nice warm day. OK Wilson, tell the guys in the band to put down their beer and take us outa here on a summer ride:

Groovin' on a summer afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Movin' down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do There's always lots of things that we can see You can be anyone we like to be All those happy people we could meet Just groovin' on a summer afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon No, no, no, no We'll keep on spending summer days this way We're gonna talk and laugh our time away I feel it coming closer day by day Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly Groovin' on a summer afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon No, no, no, no Groovin', uh huh...

(Groovin' — The Young Rascals)

[ocean-anchored]

Dear future self... January 2, 2024

I want to recap this last week quickly before I jump into my goals and a whole other note. I touched on how I re-connected with Zack again, unfortunately I spent most of my week with him. I don't care to go into the details especially considering how this morning turned out. Last week Wednesday I went to the hockey game with him and he stayed over. Thursday I went to Amber & Naythan's where we played another Exit game and then watched the oilers/sharks game which was a lot of fun. It was so nice to be with them. I know I've said 100 times this year but Amber is the best thing that came out of 2022. I ended up staying at zacks that night. Still nothing to even care about talking about. Friday night I went to the wranglers game with Shane which was fun, we met up with his nephew & friend & watched from their box seats. Saturday I chilled for the morning, went thrifting with Amber & Naythan for the NYE party & then went skating at bowness with zack again. Afterwards Marc came over for a walk & we went to Amici's which was really nice. He's such a good guy. We really do connect on so many levels & are so similar in countless ways. We had some amazing talks. He was supposed to stay over which I wish I didn't leave open for zack. Sunday I went to Ambers to help set up for NYE. Then came home to get ready, picked up Troy & then we started the party! NYE was so great. Everyone looked amazing, it was so fun that everyone dressed up, I wish we got a photo of everyone together though. So Amber had arranged that my character & Troy's were husband & wife which was funny, sneaky. Shane, Sandra & then ambers mom & brother came too. I felt like I had no idea what we were doing but it ended up being really amazing, no one actually guessed the killer. I wish I flirted with Troy a bit more before "my affair" was out but that's ok. It was an old hollywood glam murder mystery in case I forgot to mention that duh. We had lots of fun & then we played beer pong before midnight hit. Amber went live on my IG which was absolutely hilarious, that one is saved on my posts for life. By this time we were all nicely drunk I think especially Amber. Amber then was telling Troy he should kiss me and then told me to kiss him & I shyed away because I was so nervous, then Amber said It again to Troy I think & he looked at me & said something like well, its nye & she wants us to kiss soo... so we kissed. It was really cute. Again, I wish I was a little more in it than I remembered but it was great. Troy got pretty drunk afterwards though, found him hunched over the toilet after him & I played a 1:1 beer pong game with Champane. He took himself to bed around 1:30/2am. We stayed up which idk how but till 4am. Shane was playing this weird card game that I had literally no idea what was going on except that everyone kept calling bullshit on me & I had to keep drinking. I wanted to go curl up with Troy in the basement but its probably good that I didnt. Naythan took me up to bed, brushed my hair & I slept with him & amber which was funny but poor Amber said I snored all night. Oops I felt bad. Woke up around 10am ish & poor Naythan was dying. Helped clean up & drove Troy home. It was fun, everyone had a really great time so I'm really glad for that memory & time together. It was really perfect ringing in the year like that. I spent yesterday lounging and resting for the day. Zack came over later & spent the night, again nothing to even talk about since that is done for good. I just finished reading all my posts from last year so I want to do a new post on things i want to try to work on for this next year etc. Troy did just text me though so that's cute. Hope I see him again soon, I've enjoyed getting to know him.

[carlsainz]

𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 – 𝒏. 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒈

summary: it's your wedding day and you're a little nostalgic.

pairing: nick blankenburg x reader

warnings: none

a/n: hi everyone, here's my new nicky imagine, hope you like it :)

disclaimer: this is not proofread, sorry.

word count: 1,6k

lowercase intended and flashbacks are in italic.

“ok now everyone shut up, blanks wants to do his speech!” brendan yelled to his former teammates who were screaming and laughing while the other guests were just laughing. 

they all shut their mouths and nick just thanked brendan, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand before getting up, all the attention now on him.

“first of all, i want to say that i love my wife,” he said, a big smile on his lips. “wow, sounds so good calling you my wife.” 

your eyes were already full of tears while you looked up in awe at your husband. you mouthed i love you and blew him a kiss. 

“and i also need to thank you all for being here in our wedding, every one of you means a lot to us, especially some of those idiots right there,” he pointed to the table full of now nhl players and former teammates. “without them, i don’t think our story would've started that day , so thank you, boys.

“now to the woman of my life, my moon and my stars, my soulmate, y/n blankenburg, i love you more than anything. my love for you is stronger than a diamond and bigger than an antarctic blue whale. you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and from the moment i landed eyes on you, i knew that somehow we were meant to be together. we're deeply connected since the beginning in ways no one could understand, your happiness is mine and mine is yours, as my pain is yours and yours is mine. you never failed to make me laugh, happy or feel loved, you complete me and understand me better than anyone. thank you for always being by my side and supporting me in everything, you have no idea how important and special you are to me and how you helped me to be my best version through these years. my love, you are the kindest and loveliest person i’ve ever met, i’m lucky to have you with me and call you my wife now, i can’t wait to spend the rest of my days by your side. i love you endlessly.”

the tears were soaking your face but the only thing you seemed to be able to do was smile as your man poured beautiful words from the bottom of his heart to you. getting up, you kissed him passionately while everyone was cheering on you. pulling away, you hugged him, whispering i love yous until you seemed to remember something. “babe, you should tell them how we met.” 

“you’re right, as always,” nick said, looking at you and drying your tears with the pads of his thumbs. he kissed your forehead and you sat down again while he reunited everyone’s attention to him. “ok, y/n/n suggested and now you all will hear the story of the day we met even if some of you already know. it all started…

“it all started in our freshman year at the university of michigan. we were having a week to get to know each other and the university so that day, we were at a school sponsored party and i was just scanning the room while the other boys who would join the hockey team too talked beside me. but then i saw her standing alone in that corner with her face looking like she was scared and i instantly felt attracted to her, like there was some invisible thread wrapped around us connecting me and her. 

obviously i was mesmerized, couldn't take my eyes off of her and the boys started chirping on me. until nolan, i think it was him, told me something like "grab an ice cream and go talk to her, the worse she can say is go away."  

i was so awkward and shy at that time but they were encouraging me and jimmy even went with me to the ice cream truck so i could feel less nervous. my hands were literally shaking when i stopped by her side, thinking about what i would say until i poked her arm.

"hm hi, i'm nick, what's your name?"

"i'm y/n," she said and her voice sounded like the prettiest melody in the entire world.

"what's your major?" 

"international studies, and yours?" 

"oh my god, international studies too!" 

"that's so nice, at least i-," she suddenly stopped, looking at my hand. "your ice cream is melting." 

"damn, i'm so silly, i was supposed to give it to you." 

"really?" 

"yeah, you still want it?"

"of course, that's so sweet of you," she smiled and i swear i was about to faint. 

and then we spent the whole party talking about everything, the conversation was flowing so easily it seemed impossible. at first we were very shy but after some time, it was like we've known each other for years. 

after that day, we started our amazing friendship. we were always there for each other, always ready to help and also always together. the connection between us was stronger every day and by the time i asked her out, i was head over heels for my girl and turns out she was in love with me too so it was perfect. we grew together and every day with her was better than the other, even the tough ones, just because we were together. then after a long time, i proposed to her and here we are."

your smile was wide when you got up again, hugging nicholas by the waist while he placed a kiss on your head. 

"i think nicky forgot that i was the one who proposed first." 

"what?" someone asked 

"yeah, it was after they won the B1G tournament, we were drunk but it was funny." 

"tell us, y/n" mark said.

"the story is short but ok, as i said….

"as i said, we were drunk and when we arrived in ann arbor, nicky and i went home and we were all giggly and tipsy and everything seemed funny and amazing because we were so happy.  

we've already talked about getting married in the future and when we were laying down that night, i had an idea. 

"nicky?"

"yes, love."

"wanna marry me?" i said, giggling.

"of course i want." 

"so now we're engaged!" 

"wait, what about our rings?" 

"hold on." 

and then i turned the lights on and started looking for some ribbons i knew i had and when i found them, i was so happy it looked like we were getting married that night. 

"ok baby, give me your arm."

"what?"

"i'm too drunk to cut a tiny line and tie so our rings will be bracelets." 

"you're so smart." 

"i know i am, now gimme your arm." 

he stretched out his arm as i cut a line and tied at his wrist the cut another piece and he tied mine. 

"now we're finally engaged, nicky." 

"i can't wait to put a real ring on your finger," he said to me and then short after we were sleeping like the dead." 

"oooh so that's why blanks started wearing that ribbon bracelet suddenly and never cut it," owen said. 

"that's right," you said. "now i want to make a toast to nicholas van blankenburg. 

"nicky, you are my sun and my spring wind, you're the best man i've ever met and i can't believe we're finally married. i love you more than i've ever loved anything in my entire life, more than i love the stars and the ocean. when we met, i wasn't in a good place mentally but you helped me every day without even knowing and for that, i will be forever grateful to you. you helped me in every single way you could, with this beautiful smile on your face and your kindness. you really are my soulmate, the man of my dreams, the one my heart didn't expect to find. since we met, there's not a single day i feel the same way i used to feel until that day you gave me that melting ice cream and we spent the night talking about anything. i love how good you are, how you take care of everyone around you, how you love me with all your heart and are always repeating that to me, i love how you work hard for the things you want and just for the fact that you exist. there's this song from taylor swift that always reminds me of you and she says she used to think that love was burning red but it's golden like daylight and i finally realized that when i started loving you. thanks for making me happy and for never dropping my hand. i couldn't be more lucky being with an incredible man with a golden heart, i love you, my sweet boy." 

as you finished, nick kissed your lips and you could taste the salty tears of happiness that were coming from both of you. you've never been happier in your lives and it was the start of a new chapter in your relationship. pulling away from him, you laughed, raising your champagne glass. 

"cheers to my golden retriever!" 

everyone laughed and raised their glasses. the rest of the night was amazing as you expected and you had a lot of fun with your families and friends, everyone utterly happy for both of you. 

"i love you, nicky," you whispered in his ear while you were dancing. 

"and i love you more, my love," he kissed your head.

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