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55sturn · 2 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ BUSIER THAN EVER

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↳ summary: in which chris busies himself with training and practices, not realizing that it’s driving a wedge between him and y/n, leading her to believe that he’s hiding his true feelings about telling the world about their child.

↳ pairings: boston bruins player!chris sturniolo x fem!reader!

↳ warnings: swearing, angst, chris not being mentally present, verbal arguments, mentions of depression, anxiety, vomiting, chris is being a jackass, angst, this is another sad chapter sorry.

↳ important things to note: this is a heavy chapter so please keep that in mind if you choose to keep reading.

THIRD PERSON POV

waking up to an empty house and being left alone with her thoughts has become a common occurrence for y/n. chris used every window and opening in his schedule to be away from the house as y/n began collecting trinkets and furniture for the nursery.

she figured he just wanted to get as much ice time in right now as possible before the baby came. but there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach, telling her that chris didn't want to be home while she prepped for the baby and began nesting.

that raw, unwavering feeling told her that chris was sticking around for her sake, for the sake of not letting another kid come into this world without both parents. not because he wanted to raise and start a family. it led her to believe that he wasn't sticking around for the sake of loving the life growing inside her.

so as she unboxed a few of the baby items that she had ordered from small businesses online, she felt an overwhelming sadness claw at her heart. this was supposed to be a bonding moment for her and chris. preparing the nursery as expecting parents was supposed to be a shared core memory, and yet here was, putting together the baby's room alone.

she couldn't reach out to matt and nick because chris had led them to believe that he was all in. that he wanted this as much as y/n did, and if she expressed that she had been completely alone thus far, it would cause a rift between chris and his brothers, and that would be the straw that breaks the camel's back in their relationship.

she had already taken something from him by announcing the pregnancy to him instead of terminating it, so she couldn't bear to take anything else from him. she started to feel like a black hole in the universe of chris' life. she felt like she had sucked up everything that he once loved, only to spit them back out and turn them into something he despised.

the baby blue giraffe statue that she held fell from her grasp as sobs wracked her body. the crashing and shattering sound of the ceramic figurine only amplified her sobs. she felt so lost and alone.

after grabbing the broom and dustpan, she quickly swept up the broken shards, disposing of them, and returning to the room she was converting into a nursery, making quick work of folding the baby blankets and jumpers, placing them in the closet for the time being.

once she had finished unpacking her orders, she made her way into the kitchen, her body exhausted and drained with dried tear tracks on her cheeks. she made herself a quick meal, dishing out another helping for chris, again, out of pure habit. as she ate, she stared at the empty seat across from her.

she thought of all the dinners they shared, the loud laughs, the loving smiles they flashed as they ate in comfortable silence, and the domesticity of it all, and the memories tugged at her heartstrings. they felt like a distant blur in the back of her mind. she couldn't remember the last time they sat down together without it leading to a tense silence or an angry conversation. she looked down at the small bump forming beneath her shirt with tears in her eyes,

"looks like it's just going to be me and you, baby."

chris was stressed. he didn't know what to think. all he did was train, practice, go home, fight with y/n, sleep, and repeat. he tried so hard to believe he wanted the family life right now, but the selfish part of his mind told him that having a family would only drag him down.

that same selfish part told him that his career was all he needed right now. that his position on the bruins was the most important thing going for him currently. and he tried hard to sway that part of his mind but it was no use.

he did want a family of his own, more than anything, but he couldn't convince himself that now was the right time for it. and he couldn't bring himself to be in the house while y/n put together the nursery because it reminded him of what he was going to give up.

it reminded him that he had a choice, his family or his career. he knew he needed to be there for y/n but he was angry and frustrated and that led to him shutting her out. he knew he was fucking up but he just couldn't see that he needed to be there for her, not when she is the reason he felt like his life was in shambles.

and he hated himself for feeling like that towards her, he knew it wouldn't be a permanent feeling, he just needed to come around to the news but it'll take time.

as chris walked into the house, he was met with silence, and for the first time in a long time, he missed hearing y/n run up to him with her arms open wide. as he walked through the house, he stopped at the nursery, and found her curled up in a ball on the plush recliner placed in the corner of the room. as he approached her, he noticed the dried tear tracks staining her cheeks, and for the first time in a long while, he felt his heart constrict. had he really left her alone while she was battling such intense feelings? had he really left her alone in a fragile state? normally when he left for practice, he'd check in on her. and yet, he's acting like she doesn't exist.

he felt anger stew in his chest as he realized how selfishly he had been acting. he knew better than to abandon the girl he loves, and yet, he'd been doing just that without showing any remorse. sighing, he gently shakes her, stirring her awake.

"hey ma, why are you sleeping in here?"

"i figured you would want to sleep when you got home so i decided you could have the bed and i'll just sleep in here tonight." she whispers, her voice thick with sleep and distress as chris' brows furrow.

"why?"

"you've been so distant lately, i figured you'd want the bed to yourself so instead of causing another fight, i can just give it up."

"y/n don't."

"you're never here anymore chris and it is killing me to go through this alone but i can't make you want this, so the best i can do is let you be alone and come to terms with whatever is happening on your own."

"i do want this, what the fuck do you mean?" chris spits, his voice raising as she sits and stares at him, her face void of all emotion while chris' face grows taut with frustation.

"no you don't chris. if you did, you'd be here, you'd help put this room together, you wouldn't leave me alone to deal with it all by myself if you wanted this. you're making yourself and your family think you want this because you can't stand letting people down but you're already doing that. you're not present and you're starting to despise me. i can't remember the last time you hugged or kissed me since i told you i was pregnant chris."

"i do want this, it's just so new to me and i need to process."

"you don't think i need to process? you don't think it's new to me?"

"i never said that!"

"well the way you act chris, shows that you have no regard for what i am dealing with during all this. i need you and instead of being here, i'm losing you. you're pushing me away and shutting me out and you're blaming me still. it's not fair."

"well i need to focus on my career too." chris seethes, his chest falling and rising rapidly, quickly growing stressed as they start to have the same fight they've had almost every day.

"your career isn't everything chris, and you promised me that when you got drafted that i wouldn't come second place to it but i guess breaking promises has become your thing."

"can we get this over with? i'm tired and i just wanted to see my girl."

"am i really your girl chris? or am i just someone that you live with?"

"y/n, come on, you know i love you." chris sighs, crouching in front of the girl as tears well along her waterline.

"i don't know that chris! you don't say it anymore."

chris sighs as his lips turn downward, without another word he pulls the girl to her feet and takes her place in the recliner, pulling her into his lap. as he tucks her head against his chest, right above his heart, he realizes that he really was letting the one person that he's ever loved slip away because he fed into his own selfishness, not seeing how badly it was killing her.

"i know it's hard to trust me right now baby, but i do want this, i'm just so overwhelmed and scared but i'm going to do better."

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mooseyhischier · 5 months

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too deep to turn back, to the moon and back au

to the moon and back masterlist

to the moon and back taglist

to the moon and back playlist

Summary: Rose finds out that she is pregnant in her dorm room with her best friend Dylan, but is overwhelmed with fear about sharing the news with Luke.

warnings: pregnancy, lmk if there’s more !!

levrete's Notes: hii, happy thanksgiving to anyone who’s reading this !! 🫶🫶 i’ve had this written for a day and decided to post it on thanksgiving. I’m so excited to start writing about this au !! i hope you guys enjoy this!! sorry for how short it is !! 💌

September 2021

Rose sat in her dorm room bed, her hands were trembling as she stared at the positive pregnancy test next to her in disbelief. her heart raced, and a wave of fear washed over her. She didn't excepted it to come back positive. Rose couldn't tell Luke. not yet. the only person she thought of to call was Dylan.

"hi rose" Dylan's voice filled the phone.

Tears swelled up in Rose's eyes as she choked out, "Dylan, I think I'm pregnant, and I don't know what to do. I'm scared to tell Luke."

Dylan's voice soften with concern. "oh, Rose, take a deep breath. Ill be over there as soon as I can."

Within minutes, Dylan arrived with a comforting presence and a few pregnancy test. Rose took all of them, her hands trembling more than before. As all the test appeared to be positive, rose couldn't help but feel mix of emotions flood through her.

Sobbing, Rose collapsed into Dylan's arms. All Dylan could do is hold her as tight as he could , offering words of comfort and reassurance. "hey, you're okay Rose. We'll figure this all out together."

"but Luke, Luke is going to leave me. This is going to jeopardize his career." Rose said choking out most of the words.

Dylan gently wiped away Rose's tears and looked into her eyes with sincerity. ''Rose, I understand your fears, but you can't assume the worst without giving Luke a chance to react and support you. You and I both know he loves you, and I believe he'll stand by your side no matter what the out come will be."

Rose sniffled, her voice shaking. "but Dylan, he's been working so hard to establish his career. This unexpected pregnancy could derail all his plans he worked hard for. I don't want to be the reason he gives up."

Dylan nodded in understandment of Rose's concerns. " I know it's a lot to process, but you have to remember that relationships are built on trust and communication. you owe it to Luke to be honest with him. Let him decide how her wants to handle this situation. You both can find a way to navigate through this."

After many days of replaying scenarios and laying in bed crying, Rose finally mustered up the courage to tell Luke. With a heavy heart, they both sat down at the edge of her bed, her hands were trembling as she hid the pregnancy test. Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of fear and anticipation. She had been dreading this moment for what felt like eternity, but she knew she had to tell him sooner or later.

"Rose what's wrong? Why're you crying" he asked, his voice filled with worry. in all his years of knowing Rose he had never seen her cry this hard.

taking a deep breath, Rose mustered up the courage to speak. "Luke, I...I'm pregnant" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his response.

Luke's eyes widen in surprise, all his mind could do is try to process the news. he stood up and took a step back, momentarily stunned. rose eyes continued to flow down her face, her vulnerability laid bare before him. he quickly realized the impact his reaction had on her and rushed forward, enveloping her in a warm embrace.

''oh Rose" Luke murmured, his voice filled with tenderness. ''im not leaving you if that's what you think. Never in a Million years would I do that. We're in this together. I love you."

Rose's tears turned from ones of fear to ones of relief. She clung to Luke, her heart swelling with gratitude.

"how long have you known? and how did you find out." Luke curiously asked her not breaking their embrace.

"I found out a couple days ago. I just didn't know how to tell you. I was scared." Rose said softly "Dylan was with me I didn't know who to call, im sorry"

"it's okay, wish you would've told me the day you found out, but I get it. I just want you to know i'm not going anywhere." Luke reassured her.

Taglist: @devilinpradaheels @lavendercuddles @absolutelyhugh3s @simp4hughes

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noose-lion · 4 months

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Thinking about washout figure skater Dazai and up and coming rookie hockey player Chuuya again.

#and they find eachother at a local ice rink during night free skate hours when Chuuya moves into town and 'intrudes' on 'dazais' skate time #bsd #bsd au #my stuff #screaming into the void #and the void screams back #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #soukoku #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #skk au #jester thinks #hockey player chuuya #figure skater dazai

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martybaker · 3 months

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4 - figure skater Dream/ hockey player Hob please? 👀

Ask me about my wips

Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took me so long to answer it, but I actually managed to finish the one scene (or rather two consecutive scenes) I had drafted for this au back when the idea was first conceived, so thank you for the inspiration ❤️

I am posting all that now, because why the hell not 🙃

Fair warning, this story has a very romcom logic, which is to say, don’t think about it too hard 😅

Hob and Dream attend the same university and the school’s doing some cuts and only one sport will continue to get financial support - either hockey or figure skating. Dream and Hob have a challenge to win a major competition by the end of the semester, whoever manages to do that will secure the financial support for their sport. In the meantime they of course fall in love.

The following scene features a fun dynamic that I enjoyed exploring - Dream and Corinthian as ex boyfriends :) There’s also a lil scene with Hob at the end. Enjoy :)

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There’s a slow clapping sound from the bleachers and Dream skids to a stop.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Dream sighs. This is the last person he would want to deal with right now. “What do you want, Cori,” he asks, resuming his routine practice, trying to focus on the movements rather than on the unwelcome presence of his ex.

“Why, I just came to enjoy the view.”

“I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“Don’t you? I don’t see any company. Where’s your new puppy?”

So that’s what this is about. Dream shakes his head in disbelief. They broke up five months ago and Cori would still come back with obnoxious propositions. It was over, there was nothing else to say on the topic. There was no reason for him to explain himself to Cori, it wasn’t his business who Dream keeps company with.

“He’s not my puppy.”

“Ain’t he? He follows you around everywhere, salivating at your feet.”

Dream feels the irritation rising in him with every word Cori says, even though he knows that’s exactly what the guy’s aiming for - trying to provoke him.

“Leave Hob alone, Cori,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

“Ah, so you do care about him. Thought he was just a plaything.”

“He’s nobody’s plaything. Leave. Him. Alone.”

Cori sneers. “I really don’t understand what you can possibly see in him. What’s he have that I don’t?”

Dream snorts. “He’s not a self-centered prick, for starters.”

“That’s rich coming from you. We’re birds of a feather, remember?”

Dream doesn’t offer any response to that, which just makes Cori push harder.

“I’ve been making my way through the lacrosse team, but hockey players sure have their appeal, maybe I should mix things up a bit.”

Dream stops the routine and skates towards Cori, stopping by the boards which create a border between them.

“Can’t you find another pass-time than messing with people?”he hisses. “It’s an embarrassment that I ever believed you to be worth anything.”

Cori’s brow twitches, breaking his mask of nonchalance.

“You’re a nightmare, Cori. You play with your victims until they start to bore you and then you leave them to bleed out on the sidewalk.”

Cori snorts. “Please. They know exactly what they’re getting into with me. Everybody knows I don’t linger.”

Dream raises his eyebrows at that.

Cori frowns. “You were different. You were special.”

Dream snorts.

Cori frowns deeper, jaw clenching. He steps forward, up to the boards. “You were. I thought we had something.”

Dream shakes his head and turns his back on Cori, skating back to the middle of the ice rink.

“I bet he can’t make you scream like I can!” Cori shouts.

Dream snorts. Nothing can piss Cori off more than being ignored. “Maybe I am just good at pretending, have you thought about that?”

“Liar. You used to love our games.”

“Everything’s a game to you, Cori. That’s the problem. You don’t know when to stop. You love watching people suffer, you’re a cruel sadist, but not just in bed. You exploit every weakness. And you make everything about you. On my birthday, you took me to a goddamn shooting range!”

“You said you’d like to try.”

Dream huffs in disbelief, turning back around to face Cori.

“From a bow! I wanted to try shooting from a bow! You were only half-listening, as always. I despise guns!”

“It ain’t my fault you don’t have the guts for it.”

Dream laughs bitterly, shaking his head.

“See, this is exactly what I mean. You’re doing it again. Absolving yourself from guilt. Making it my fault. I’ve had enough of your mindgames. I’ve had enough of your sadistic universe.”

Cori shrugs. “That’s how I was made. I thought you could understand. I thought you could take it.”

Dream sighs tiredly. “That’s not a relationship, Cori. When one side is in charge and the other just takes it.”

Cori rises an eyebrow, his tone mocking. “If you wanted to switch, you could have just asked.”

Dream stares at him, unimpressed.

“This is pointless. Conversations with you never lead anywhere.”

He turns his back on Cori once again and resumes practicing his routine.

“He can’t give you what I can give you.”

“Whatever it is you think you’re giving, I don’t want it,” Dream says with finality. He doesn’t react to anymore taunts and insults Cori throws his way, until the man gives up on trying to get a reaction out of him and leaves.

The moment the door shuts behind Cori, Dream drops to his knees, exhausted mentally rather than physically. He lies on his back on the ice, staring at the ceiling.

He doesn’t know how many minutes pass like that.

When he hears the door open again, his hackles rise immediately. “Which part of ‘fuck off’ did you not understand,” he growls.

There’s a silent pause. Then he hears Hob’s voice say: “Er, sorry, I will leave if you want me to.”

Dream quickly sits up. “No. I…you can stay. I thought you were someone else.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Hob joins him on the ice rink. He’s not wearing skates, slide-stepping on the ice towards Dream. Dream cannot help but compare it to Cori’s approach. Cori would never risk his own dignity by trying to get to him on the slippery surface. Hob doesn’t hesitate to join Dream on his playground, letting Dream have the advantage of being on skates - Dream could leave in an instant if he wanted to, and Hob wouldn’t be able to catch up with him.

But then again, Hob must feel at home on the ice just as much as Dream does.

When Hob gets to him, he frowns at Dream who’s still sitting on the ice, making no attempt to get up. “Are you alright? Did you fall? Are you hurt?”

He kneels down by Dream’s side.

Dream sighs, flopping back onto his back. “No, no and no.”

“Ah. Well, may I join you?”

Dream shrugs.

Hob lies down next to him and they stare at the ceiling in companionable silence.

“I’m picturing the ceiling painted like a night sky speckled with stars, Van Gogh style, maybe? Wouldn’t it be beautiful?” Hob says.

Dream looks at the man’s profile, baffled and amused. “This is a sport’s rink, not an art gallery.”

Hob shrugs. “I just think it would look cool.”

Dream sighs. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?” Hob asks, turning his head to face Dream.

“Keep your unwavering optimism.”

Hob smiles. “Ah, well. I get up in the morning and I decide it’s going to be a lovely day, I am going to meet lovely people and experience something new. I feel very lucky that I get to do things that I love. And there’s so much beauty in the world, waiting to be seen.”

Dream frowns at the ceiling. His voice is but a whisper when he says: “I have to try. So hard. To see it.”

Hob looks at him with concern. “You find skating beautiful, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then, doesn’t that make you happy? Don’t you feel lucky you get to do something you love everyday? That you have something to look forward to?”

“….I suppose.”

“And isn’t that beautiful?”

Dream looks at Hob, he looks into his big brown eyes that whisper promises of warmth and shelter and succor, promises of a bright happy future.

He lets himself believe in it if just for a moment.

“Perhaps. Perhaps it is beautiful.”

They don’t address the elephant in the room - the knowledge that by the end of the semester, only one of them will get to continue pursuing his dreams, surrounded by friends and family - by the community they found here. Building on the foundations they’ve laid down in this town.

The other one will have to give up on those dreams.

Or leave.

#is this something? idk lemme know i might give it a chance and come back to it if inspiration strikes #dreamling #the sandman #exes dream/corinthian #dream x hob #my writing #sandman #do i know anything about figure skating or hockey? absolutely not this au is just vibes no sense #hockey player hob #figure skater dream

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shanediomorrissey · 2 years

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Hockey Din back after a break

#the mandalorian #din djarin #my art #dio draws #pedro pascal #mandalorian fanart #din djarin fanart #pedro pascal fanart #hockey! mando #hockey au #this is rough and sketchy but it’s all the time I can afford rn to it #had a week of dealing with band kids so I need to go back to a time where I played hockey where kids were properly socialized

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illogicallyinclined · 2 months

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I’ve realized recently that i really grew up with the hockey au, and even though we’re all in uni and other things, i wanted to say thank u for the lovely little universe you’ve created here. it’s comforting to come back to when i need some safe, nostalgic content 🫶

-🐝

i love the hockey au with all my heart, and i am very happy to hear that it could bring comfort to you in any way <3

that said, i absolutely plan on coming back home to it eventually, so i hope we can all hold on through whatever harships we've got going on together until then

in the meantime, have a little anecdote (tw: drinking)

Joan makes a Point of telling their terrible hockey children that they "do not condone drinking in excess" (especially during the hockey season). but also, they were a college student at one point and they Get It, so they don't actually hammer down on this rule. (and, on top of that, they have a second rule: if a player is drunk and needs a ride home, they will provide it at any time, no questions asked -- provided the player makes it to the next practice and doesn't make a habit of it.)

that said, the first time D had a really bad experience solo at a bar, he ended up texting Joan in his drunken haze -- and he was absolutely floored when Joan held true to their word, arriving at the bar a little past 2 AM and safely delivering D to his apartment without so much as a pitying glance in his direction. D never ended up properly saying thank you -- (he was far too embarrassed at the show of vulnerability for that) -- but he stuck close to Joan at the next practice, and when Joan went back to their (shared) office, they found a yellow tulip on top of a post-it note with a small drawing of a double-headed snake.

#hockey au #coach joan #d ethan escarra #d #tw alcohol #i just keep imagining D dozing off in joans back seat #instinctively knowing that he was safe there

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milleopede · 10 months

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can’t seem to help myself when it comes to hockey ghouls… i raise you dew wearing swiss’ jersey, because in no universe can he stick to wearing his own clothes.

RATING: explicit

PAIRING: swissdew

WORD COUNT: 1047

As the burn turned to a chill, Swiss moved quickly to cut off the stream of water. It hissed to a dribbling stop, splashing weakly against the grimy tiles, leaving him with the only option to leave.

The comfort of a shower washed away the stress of the game, but it wouldn’t change the aftermath. Swiss’ knuckles burned at the thought, as his gaze flashed red with blood. And stepping out of the stall would force him to face it.

Trying to focus on the moment, Swiss moved to pull a towel around his waist. The loose knot sat at the line of his stomach, threatening to drop at any second. Even if it fell, the empty locker room would be without eyes to see a thing.

Or so he assumed.

Perched on the bench, Dew sat with his legs spread, dominantly claiming the space. From his spot, he was nothing short of a vision. Bared to the humid air, his skin stood exposed, the gray flesh shiny with sweat. It trailed up, ankle to thigh, before disappearing under the hem of an oversized shirt. Plunging far too low, the neckline exposed the plane of his chest, revealing the glint of metal through his nipple. It was tantalizing.

Except, it wasn’t just a shirt, because it was made of the nylon mesh of a jersey. And it wasn’t Dew’s own.

Emblazoned on his shoulder was the outline of a clear fifty-eight. The number was too far from the twenty-one that Dew sported, and all too close to the one Swiss wore with every game.

At the sight, all Swiss himself could do was keen. A growl tore past his throat as he felt the kick of his cock against the towel, fattening up against his thigh. He almost felt pathetic for how easily Dew could make him fold. But the sight of the smaller ghoul, barely clothed in Swiss’ own jersey, made him irresistible.

“Fuck, firecracker,” Swiss whistled, low and desperate. His eyes were ravenous, devouring Dew where he sat in feigned innocence.

With slow and lazy blinks, Dew just stared up with his neck craned and throat exposed. The flutter of his light eyelashes against his cheeks was too pretty and too soft, next to the wicked grin on his lips.

“Words, Swiss. You think that bitch of a chirp is gonna get me out of this jersey any faster?”

Snapping out of his stupor, Swiss was quick to strike back. His mouth moved faster than his mind, tearing out the desires that simmered low in his gut. “No, because I want to fuck you in it.”

Now it was Dew’s turn to groan back, his words dying on his tongue.

Taking advantage of Dew’s silence, Swiss moved to claim him. The wide breadth of his hands splayed across Dew’s exposed skin, palming at his chest before forcing him down onto the bench with a thud.

Swinging a bare leg over Dew’s barely covered thighs, Swiss let his towel tumble to the ground. The sloppy knot unraveled quicker than his patience, fully revealing the sight of his needy dick. With unceremonious force, he slammed his hips atop Dew’s lap.

Swiss revelled in the way he could feel every flex of Dew’s muscles as they struggled to bear his weight. Yet despite the strain, no protests fell from the fire ghoul’s lips.

Instead, his small hand drew up to curl around Swiss’ horn for leverage, and he pulled him down even harder.

It wasn’t long before the flushed tip of Swiss’ cock disappeared under the pooling fabric, as he rutted against his own jersey. With every slide of his hips, the mesh rode higher and higher up Dew’s waist, revealing his dripping cunt.

“You’re making a mess of my uniform,” Swiss panted out, his fingers finding and dipping into the slick between Dew’s legs. Punctuating his point, he dragged a slow thumb through it, before smearing the wetness that got caught on the pad against Dew’s clit. Dipping back down, Swiss barely pushed into his cunt with shallow twitches of his fingers.

“Me? What about you?”

“Oh, firefly, it’s mine. I can do whatever I want to it,”

When he slid home, Dew clenching around him, it was clear that he wasn’t talking about the jersey anymore.

Swiss pet upward, nailing into the soft heat of Dew’s body with rhythmic accuracy. Already, he was soaked down to his wrist, drenched in the fire ghoul’s slick. But he craved more with every twitch of his fingers, soaked inside of Dew’s dripping cunt.

With every thrust of his hand, Swiss matched the rhythm with his cock, pressing into Dew’s stomach. In tandem, he moved at a brutal pace. He drew back, the wet pull of his fingers thrusting out with an obscene sound.

“Are you this wet on the ice too?” Swiss quipped, as the breath of a laugh passed his lips.

In retort, Dew flung an arm across his flushed cheeks in an attempt to hide his face. Except his embarrassment had no place as he spoke through a moan.

“I can’t help it when you’re out there,” he groaned, his voice gently muffled by the draping jersey sleeve, “I soak through all my uniforms when we play against you.”

Almost surprised, Swiss’ unrelenting rhythm faltered - his cock dragging to a slow stop along with the pull of his hand. Using a slick coated hand, he forced Dew’s arm off his face, moving to pin his wrist above his head. He hadn’t expected his chirp to be taken with such seriousness.

“Really, firecracker?” Swiss whispered, sounding gut punched.

Dew’s silence spoke volumes, with nothing more than a whine keening past his lips. And that was all the confirmation that Swiss needed to go on.

Reaching for Dew’s bare hips, the jersey having ridden far up past his torso, Swiss took mercy on his neglected cunt with renewed attention. It had barely been seconds without contact, but even that was far too long for both ghouls.

Fisting a hand over his own weeping cock, Swiss sloppily lined up with the dripping clutch of Dew’s body - now neglecting his earlier mission of cumming into the jersey’s fabric. That experience would pale in comparison to finishing in the little right winger.

#back on my hockey ghoul bs #swissdew size difference…#trans dew who do you think i am #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #swissdew #swiss ghoul #swiss x dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #hockey au #ghost fic #trans dewdrop

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ohbo-ohno · 3 months

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i made the horrendous mistake of watching the start of an old rdr2 playthrough while taking a break from writing and it was possibly the worst decision i've ever made

#my mind is torn between western au and hockey au bc i can't stop thinking about sid crosby and nate mackinnon at the asg #(neither are what im writing for my exchange)#there are so many fics i want to read... but if i let myself pick them up before finishing this fic i will be proving my lack of selfcontro #ceil's ko-fi fic AND new chapter of the price fic????? i want them so BAD but i like actually just cannot let myself #i have good asks in my inbox but i canNOT let myself answer them #it took me soooo long to figure out what to do with this fic AND i have two abandoned drafts from when i first got my exchange person #so i've been stuck here for like. ever. with no progress made!!!!#((that's not true i've actually made a good amount of progress on this final draft but let me complain))#i am Not going to have time to edit as much as i usually like to btw so like. if it's a little rough around the edges NOBODY say smth #not that anyone would?? i've never gotten a bitchy “constructive criticism” comment but im terrified of them lmfao #welcome back to: venting in the tags #y'all im distractible and stressed

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nerdy-stilinski · 3 months

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wrote a little thing for a fun lil round of shenanigans hosted by @outtoshatter, so here she is in all of her (very short, very small) glory!

#grace speaks #grace writes #well i'll be damned it's a while since i've used that tag #now that i'm back into the groove #it's onto the hockey au once again #(sorry bev and eli i love you both so very much it's happening it has just been so hectic)#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #sterek fic #my writing

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mamaestapa · 4 days

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IM BACK!!

hi loves!! did you miss me? cause i missed YOU

sooo, after going MIA for a lil bit and popping in every once in a while to say some random bs like i always do...i am finally back from my little break!

it felt so good to step away for a bit and focus on myself, school and my personal life. as much as i love tumblr and this community, it felt like i was putting literally all my time and energy into this app and it was v unhealthy. changing my user/theme and stepping away was the best idea for me and now i feel so refreshed and SO motivated!

ive missed writing and talking about my au's, especially digital animal. so i will be back to answering asks and writing about our favorite au's and threesomes very soon ;)

i've seen all of your messages and asks, and i appreciate all of your kind words and concern about where i've been lol. i've truly missed interacting with all of you lovelies and i'm very excited to be active again. thank you SO much for being patient with me during my break. you and your support means the world to me, i love each and every one of you🫂🤍

also, i will be fixing the rest of the digital animal masterlist links tonight, so all of my masterlist links should be updated!

i have some exciting things planned for the next couple months now that i'm finishing up the semester. i cant wait to share it all with you🤭

LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABES😚

#im back!#pls read #digital animal #digital animal au #umich hockey #ethan edwards #rutger mcgroarty #mark estapa #cherry flavoured #mark x ivy #ethan edwards x reader #rutger mcgroarty x reader

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mooseyhischier · 2 months

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Rose 20th birthday!

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liked by jackhughes, trevorzegras and others

lhughes_06 happy valentines and 20th birthday to the girl i fell in love with at 13, i love you more than words can describe. you’re the best mom to kai, no one can love our boy as much as you. thanks for putting up with me all these years. 🩷

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rose.y/l/n i love you and our boy so much

lhughes_06 i love you

trevorzegras disgusting 🤢

jackhughes agreed

rose.y/l/n @/jackhughes @/trevorzegras both of you shut up

_quinnhughes happy 20th @/rose.y/l/n miss you

rose.y/l/n thank you! miss you quinny 🫶

dylanduke25 rosie! happy birthday! enjoy this one while it last. i miss you!

rose.y/l/n thank you duker! miss you come visit me soon!

elblue6 my babies! happy birthday rose i can’t believe your 20! i love you, seeing you grow up into an amazing mom has been such a wonderful thing to see 🤍

rose.y/l/n thank you momma ellen, i love and miss you!

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camillabanilla · 28 days

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Ok ok I see your Fluri high school, coffee shop, and city-life AUs and they're all great, I love them. But hear me out

HOCKEY AU

Just picture it, Yuri is the captain of his team (initially, he gives it to Karol later) The Vesperia Braves, and Flynn is the captain of his team, the Royal Knights. The former is scrappy, Mighty Duck style, very underfunded inner-city team with this weird manager Raven who sleeps in his office. Flynn's team is fancy, has big time sponsors and players but some of those players are cold (Sodia 👀). Everything changes when Estelle joins the Braves and brings in fresh funding with her, but little do they know she rejected the offer to join the Knights team which her parents own. This brings the Braves under fire from the Knights, and while Yuri was happy for the success of his estranged friend Flynn, he never really expected his own team to become suddenly so infamous and under media scrutiny. For the sake of his team he needs to whip them into shape, and finds himself pushed to the limit on the ice and in his personal life.

For Flynn, he was pursuing his and Yuri's dream of becoming a top player, so he can give back to his community. Flynn becomes frustrated with Yuri downplaying himself and his skills and after several attempts at getting Yuri to sign with the Knights, Yuri and Flynn have a falling out. But he's become lonely, and he finds himself incredibly conflicted when the Vesperia Braves qualify to be in the season's bracket.

OR JUST IGNORE ALL THIS AND PICTURE FLYNN AND YURI SMOOSHING EACH OTHER UP AGAINST THE BOARDS AND LOCKER ROOM CHATS AND DRAMATIC FIGHTS ON THE RINK AND THEM IN THEIR SEXY PREGAME SUITS

#off all the fucking things that get me back into writing fanfiction after all these years #its fucking hockey #what the fuck #i just got back from watching my home team get destroyed properly #there's always next year #fluri #tales of vesperia #yuri lowell #flynn scifo #wtf #tales of vesperia au

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ronanceautistic · 3 months

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save me ronance hockey au

#back on this shit again #blame pwhl #author of ronance hockey au just know #i don’t have the attention span for 2 minute videos most of the time #but i’ve read ur 100k word fic twice

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afewproblems · 10 months

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kas!eddie au for wip weekend? :3

Thank youuuuuuu I haven't worked on this for such a long time so it was a treat to come back to it! <3

Based on this series!

“I don’t understand why Eddie would have gone to Steve,” Dustin says, probably louder than he intends, but based on the accompanying glare Steve receives, he’s not so sure of that.

Robin rubs Steve’s shoulder, shooting her own glare at Dustin, “want me to jersey the little punk?” she asks quietly as they fall into step with one another.

Steve shakes his head silently. He can’t even bring himself to be angry with Dustin, he had been the one to leave Eddie there that night, that was a charge he could not fight.

“Keep your trap shut,” Hopper bites out from the front of the group, “if you want to give away the element of surprise you little shit, by all means keep going”.

There’s a rustle in the brambles ahead of them and Hopper stops so suddenly, lifting his gun to aim in the direction of the noise, that Jonathan nearly collides with his back. Nancy’s hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder is the only warning he receives.

Everyone freezes where they stand.

The rustling has stopped but it's as though no one dares to breathe and risk disrupting the strange silence of the trees.

It isn’t until Hopper lowers his gun that everyone begins moving once more. Robin steps closer to Steve, she doesn’t seem particularly pleased to be bringing up the rear but refuses to leave his side.

They had eventually left the safety of the cabin in one large group, ready to deal with whatever lay in wait for them in the forest. It was closer to dusk than anyone would have liked, but they needed time to prepare for any eventuality --no one was leaving anything to chance despite Will and El’s insistence there was no hint of any lingering presence of Vecna lurking in the shadows of Hawkins.

Still, they had made sure to pack all of the party member’s cassettes with their favorite music and enough batteries to power the sun before setting off on their trek, tracing Steve’s fevered path he had taken through the trees just a few hours earlier.

Steve carries the Byers large boom box by the handle, insisting on bearing the weight as well as the Black Sabbath tape Eddie had lent to Mike before any of this had even started.

Mike had eye’d Steve suspiciously when he had asked for it, spurred on by the cold shoulder Dustin had been giving Steve for weeks.

“Why do you want it?” he asked with a sneer on his lips.

Because I want to bring Eddie home just as much as you do, Steve thinks, because I need to fix this, it’s my fault he’s like this --because I need him here…

But Steve doesn’t voice any of these reasons and goes so far as to shove the last thought away from himself as though burned.

“Because I’ll be the bait,” Steve says simply with a shrug of his shoulders.

Make Me Write!

#kas!eddie #eddie as a vampire #stranger things au #steve harrington #the party #eddie munson #afewproblems answers #wip weekend #ahh it was so great to come back to this #I hope you enjoy!!#afewproblems writes #I looked up what that hockey fight move was called for this #because robin would absolutely do that for steve

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