A fix-it au where one night Buck was so heart sick thinking about Tommy, tired of people leaving him and thinking how he doesn't know his damn heart and most importantly, tired of baking, went out, not to clubs to find people to fuck with (cos he's so done with that, fuck you Tommy) but to a quiet bar Tommy once took him for a date and lo-behold, there was Tommy at the corner, looking sad while nursing his beer.
Instead of storming away or yelling at him, Buck just sat in front him and said "Room for one more?" Before ordering his drink.
Tommy, tired and heart-broken too, surprisingly didn't leave and stayed and both of them talked.
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"I need you to stop looking at me like that." Tommy said sadly.
"Like what?"
"Like you see a future with me."
Buck set down his drink and look at him with such sincerity. "And what if I do? Because I really do, I want a future with you where we live together in a house, complaining to each other about our terrible rescues and support each other on our bad days, raising pets and maybe kids one day."
"I'm not anyone's happy ending Evan." He said softly, as if he's trying not to hurt his heart anymore. "You need someone whose less broken unlike me."
Buck scoffed. "That's just stupid. I don't want anyone else. You're my happy ending. I don't want to find any other ending if you're not in it."
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"Wait a minute," buck pulled away from his drink, staring incredulously at him, "They didn't speak to you after the break up?! But I told them to check on you?!! I even asked Chim to drop off some cookies I made to you?!!" By now, Buck was feeling tipsy after their 6th beer together.
"You made me cookies even after our breakup?" Tommy said mournfully, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol too,
"They were your favourite triple chocolate cookies too."
Tears began pooling in Tommy's storm blue eyes. "You're too good for me, Evan."
"Hey,don't cry, ill make you some more ok?" Buck awkwardly pat him on the back.
âYouâre in love with the idea of me being a perfect man,â Tommy explained kindly. âWhen Iâm not nearly as self-assured or as confident as you think I am. You put me on a pedestal when really Iâm just a stepping stone in your life.â
âThatâs just stupid.â Buck mocked loudly, pointed the mini umbrella that came with his bramble cocktail at him. âSo what, youâre telling me I imagined your weird mouth static? Or the fact you are never coherent before your morning coffee? Or did you forget I know about your stupid habit of sticking your socks under the couch while watching the tv, or how you kept buying that stupid everything but bagel seasoning even though you have like, what at this point, 10 unopened bottles at your place?â
âDid you think I donât know how you never stack the dishwasher properly or how much you just hate laundry that you only do it when everything is dirty?â Buck snorted. âNewsflash Tommy, you might be cool like 90% of the time, but the other 10% youâre just a dork and I love you even more for that.âÂ
Tommy looked at him in such surprise at his face that he had to duck away to avoid his piercing stare. âWhat?!â He asked subconsciously.
âYou said I love you.â Tommy said back in wonder. âEvan, thatâs the first time I ever said you say that.â
Buck smiled softly. âI love you. Iâm in love with you the moment you came to the hospital for my sisterâs wedding even though you were so tired from fighting the fire just because you wanted to keep your promise to me when you didnât have to. And ever since that day, you just keep on showing up in my life, with that dry humor and crinkly smile of yours, coloring my life so brightly.â
âSo yea, Tommy Kinard,â Buck looked at him with such love and sincerity in his eyes for this silly, wonderful beast of a man in front of him, âI am in love with you. And I havenât even stopped loving you till now.â
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The Secret Society of Stick Handlers Series (Parts 1-6) [PODFIC]
Title: it started with a whisper
Writer: @gurlsrool
Reader: @opalsong, amanitaceae, @semperfiona, greedydancer, @mistbornhero, nonplussed, @elany, @melancholymorningstar, @sunlightsymphony, nony, Synteis, @wjgravity, the_abster, TheLittleMixter, vexbatch pods, @xianvar, @freekyflob, daisydiversions, Dairaliz, @deepestbluesky, ChaosKiro, Meliager, klb, sisi_rambles, @hullomoon, @blackestglass, celli, Judy
Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Relationships: Shane/Ilya, Troy/Harris, Bennett/Kyle, Scott/Kip, Luca/OMC, Price/Fabian
Rating: Teen
Length: 00:57:40
Size: 38.8MB
Music: Everybody Talks by Neon Trees
Cover: Opalsong
Summary:
Scott: Iâve been getting asked if itâs me. I considered denying but if we all deny and one person doesnât, that sort of gives their identity away and Iâm not sure they want that.
Ilya: Everyone thinks is me. My agent asked if I want to comment too
Scott: Wait, it's not you?
Ilya: Maybe đ¤ Or maybe not đ¤Ş
Eric: What?
Or: When Adrian Dela Cruz reveals he dated an NHL player, chaos and damage control ensue. A story told through texts, tweets, and one pretentious Variety article.
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This is part 1 of the the secret society of stick handlers series.
Troy: How many women have you slept with anyways?
Ilya: âžď¸
Luca: Thatâs just an infinity symbol
Ilya: Yes
In which internet discourse ensues, the gay players of the NHL bicker in the group chat, and Shane would just like to get through the weekend without his husband starting another twitter scandal.
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This is part 2 of the the secret society of stick handlers series.
Kyle: Your sense of age is so weird. So Scottâs elderly and Lucaâs a baby?
Ilya: Yes
Shane: Lucaâs older than we were when we got together though
Harris: He IS?
Kyle: literally wtf is this timeline
In which Harris adds Ilya and Shane to a gay WAGs group chat
(Can be read as a standalone)
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This is part 3 of the the secret society of stick handlers series.
Title: wishing you the best (in the worst way)
Writer: @gurlsrool
Reader: @opalsong, amanitaceae, @semperfiona, greedydancer, @mistbornhero, nonplussed, @elany, @melancholymorningstar, @sunlightsymphony, nony, Synteis, @wjgravity, the_abster, TheLittleMixter, vexbatch pods, @xianvar, @freekyflob, daisydiversions, Dairaliz, @deepestbluesky, ChaosKiro, Meliager, klb, sisi_rambles, @hullomoon, @blackestglass, celli, Judy
Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Relationships: Shane/Ilya, Troy/Harris, Bennett/Kyle, Scott/Kip, Luca/OMC, Price/Fabian
Rating: Teen
Length: 01:53:05
Size: 77.9MB
Cover: Opalsong
Summary:
Shane: Iâve never wanted to share it since our timeline is soâŚcomplicated
Hayden: Is it? You were fucking, then you dated, then you got married. Normal progression!
Shane: I donât think the âfuckingâ part of that equation is usually 7 years
In which the Voyageursâ secret homophobic group chat leaks, Shane decides it might be time to tell the world how long heâs been seeing Ilya, and said world loses their shit.
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This is part 4 of the the secret society of stick handlers series.
Luca: Everyone should be celebrating right now, not worrying about me. Iâm so sorry
Ilya: You're giving us more to celebrate! What is the point of us all coming out if you canât bottom for two hot men?
Luca: Iâm not sure how to answer that
In which Luca's Stanley Cup celebrations go viral thanks to TMZ and some poorly framed photos. Luckily (and at times mortifyingly), he has all the queer NHL stars who came before him in his corner.
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This is part 5 of the the secret society of stick handlers series.
Title: flashback when you met me
Writer: @gurlsrool
Reader: @opalsong, amanitaceae, @semperfiona, greedydancer, @mistbornhero, nonplussed, @elany, @melancholymorningstar, @sunlightsymphony, nony, Synteis, @wjgravity, the_abster, TheLittleMixter, vexbatch pods, @xianvar, @freekyflob, Dairaliz, @deepestbluesky, ChaosKiro, Meliager, klb, sisi_rambles, @hullomoon, @blackestglass, Judy
Fandom: Heated Rivalry
Relationships: Shane/Ilya, Troy/Harris, Bennett/Kyle, Scott/Kip, Luca/OMC, Price/Fabian
Rating: Mature
Length: 01:40:04
Size: 69MB
Music: Dress by Taylor Swift
Cover: Opalsong
Summary:
Ilya: You respect my opinion as your captain, yes?
Luca: Of course
Ilya: My opinion is you should let this man rail you
Shane: You canât use your status as captain to make Luca have gay sex
Ilya: Then what is the point of being captain?!
Or: In their many, many group chats, the Centaurs guide (and embarrass) Luca through the crush he's hellbent on denying.
(This is a prequel of when Luca and Archie first met/started dating. It can be read as a standalone)
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This is part 6 of the the secret society of stick handlers series.
A snippet from Solnyshko and Luchik where Ilya tries a hand on adulting đ¤Łđ¤Ł
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âNeed help?â Ilya looked up from the pile of laundry he was trying to puzzle through, wondering how on earth Lyudochkaâs white onesies had turned pink mid-wash.
Victor St-Simon stood by the door, holding a large box.
âDa.â Ilya only raised the onesie in reply, and Vicky immediately grimaced.
âRook, youâre supposed to separate the whites from the colors,â he said, stepping inside. âPlease tell me thatâs the only thing you ruined.â
Ilya hesitated, then sheepishly lifted a once-white shirt, a sock, and another tiny onesie from the pile.
Victor let out a long, suffering sigh, setting the box down with exaggerated care.
âIvy is going to kill you.â He came over and after explaining to Ilya the correct way to separate the laundry (How do you know this? I ruined Ivyâs favourite dress once and never again after that Rook. Wives are scary, especially if theyâre pissed off.) he finally remembered the reason why he was looking for his rookie.
A snippet from Long Shadow of Action next chapter, where Eddie ain't having a good time and still blaming Buck for it (tsk tsk)
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Life was not good for Edmundo Diaz.
His son had abandoned him, both his parents and Adriana were currently making his life hell (Adriana wonât stop harassing him for both the lawsuit and her future inheritance their parents had taken away from her) and now he was stuck with mandatory anger management courses and deducted half-pay for six months thanks to that asshole captain down on 122.
He just knew this was all Buckâs fault.
Just like it was Buckâs fault that Chim was in a terrible mood after Buck publicly shamed Maddie in front of his own station that he brushed off Eddie's request for help. Apparently Chim had tried to look for Kinard earlier that morning for a quick chat but that ended up not working since he no longer works at the harbor and no one was willing to tell them where he works now.
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Ilya finds an odd picture of Shane in a photo album at one point. He's maybe three, he's sitting on the massive purple sofa that Ilya has discovered the Hollanders owned when Shane was born. He's frowning, red-cheeked and he's got a strange plastic case on his thumb.
"Yuna," he says, shifting his elbows on the table to point at it. "What is this on his hand? Was broken?"
Shane's head snaps up from across the table, where he's pretending that Photo Album Time is very boring to him and not worth paying attention to. He hasn't scrolled on the article he's pretending to read for over five minutes.
"I never broke a bone as a kid," he says, brows furrowed. "Not until U13, when that fucking kid from Guelph--"
Yuna and Shane both inhale quickly through their noses in what Ilya has learned to recognize as a moderative measure, lest they start yelling about something that everyone else on Earth has forgotten about.
"No," Yuna says, once her face looks a little less intense. "No, it wasn't broken. It was this...contraption that the dentist gave us to correct his thumb-sucking. He was so mad about it, we only put it on him a few times."
"Oh, Jesus," Shane mutters, eyes going back to his phone.
"Aw," Ilya says. "Poor baby Shane." He taps his finger against one little red cheek and laughs. "You really do look so mad, sweetheart. How did you make him stop?"
"Hmm...you know, I don't remember," Yuna sighs, tilting her head. "I guess he just stopped by himself eventually. Do you remember, Shane?"
"No," Shane says, shortly.
"Of course, that didn't get rid of the oral fixation," Yuna sighs, adjusting her reading glasses as she flips the page. "The things you used to chew on, Shane. Pens and straws and--"
"Mom," Shane snaps, while Ilya vibrates beside him. "Can we not?"
"I was afraid to give him popsicles because I thought he would gnaw on the sticks until he got a splinter in his stomach."
"Mom!"
"Well, honey, it's true! And you did outgrow it eventually, so it's not as if you have to be embarrassed."
"Mm. Excuse me." Ilya stands from the table and sweeps out onto the back porch, though the sliding door does nothing to prevent the sound of his guffaws from floating back into the kitchen.
"You know," Yuna says, "I'm just going to assume that this is some kind of language barrier thing--"
Oh, for the 5 facts prompts, Buck and Tommy meet through Ravi at frisbee golf!
I want you to know I had to look up what frisbee golf was and then I went and made up a bunch of things about it anyway. Also it got away from me and went in a more, hm, poetical direction.
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1. Covid had shrunk his life down to the essentials: work, grocery store, socially distance runs, home, video calls. Even with the vaccine roll out, Buck was being cautious.; the last thing he wanted to do was catch Covid and put Maddie and his soon to be born niece at risk. He was lonely and restlessâAlbert was great company when he was there, but he was grabbing as many deliveries as possible as he needed the moneyâwhich was why he didnât laugh when Ravi said, âI have a weekly frisbee golf game with friends. You doing anything on Sunday?â
âUh, not to sound ungrateful,â Buck said, resisting the urge to look behind him to see who Ravi was actually talking to, âbut why are you inviting me? You pretend not to know us outside of work.â
With the mask covering his face, Raviâs eyebrows were putting in overtime in the judgmental department. âItâs called having a work-life balance and actual boundaries. You should try it.â
âYouâre still a probie,â Buck reminded him.
Ravi had a trick of conveying an eye roll without actually rolling his eyes. It was as impressive as it was deeply irritating. âTell me Iâm wrong.â
âBut why me?â Buck asked, refusing to take that bait. âI didnât think you liked me.â
âIâm going to be honest,â Ravi said like he wasnât that all of the time. âIt seems like the pandemic has maybe sent you spiraling into madness.â He held up a hand when Buck went to protest. âYou chased me with a saw last week.â
âUh, I was trying to find you so I could demonstrate how to properly use and store the saw.â
âAnd the best way to do that was by pretending to be Michael Myers?â Ravi pulled out his phone. âIâm sending you the time and place. âBe there.â
His phone vibrated. âI appreciate this, but I donât want to be your weird coworker who got a pity invite.â And, Buck added silently, he didnât want to be the weird older guy pretending to be the same age as a bunch of twenty-somethings.
âYou are my weird coworker,â Ravi said without a shred of pity, âbut Iâm inviting another weird coworker so youâll have someone to be weird with.â
âThanks?â Buck said. âWait, what other coworker? Is it Eddie? Did you invite Eddie? Ravi!â
2. Ravi did not invite Eddie. Buck showed up to the park, compressor sleeve on his bad leg, and saw a tiny woman struggling to pull a giant cooler out of the back of her Subaru. Buck ran to help at the same time as another man hurried over, and they both managed to catch the cooler before it slipped and crushed the poor woman. The guy was masked, but his eyes were so blue and, judging by the way the corners creased, he must have had a hell of a smile.
âNice catch,â the guy said as they navigated the cooler to safety. His voice was higher pitched than Buck was expecting for a guy that size, but it was, and there was no other word for it, melodious.
âYou must be the Raviâs weird coworkers,â she said. âGrab that and follow me.â
The guyâs eyebrows raised, but he obligingly picked up one end of the cooler and Buck took the other, and they followed the woman, who was named Skye and the co-founder of her collegeâs frisbee gold club. That was how she knew Ravi; they were old friends.
âRavi, I found your weird work friends,â she called as they joined Ravi and the rest of the group at the course they were setting up.
âMost people are impressed by us being firefighters,â the guy said mildly.
Skye snorted. âTell you what, kid, save a cat from a tree and I will personally throw you a parade.â
âItâs been a long time since I was called kid,â the guy mused, and Buck was treated to those laugh lines again. They were so deep; this guy must smile a lot. âIâm Tommy.â
âBuck. Buckley. I mean, Evan,â Buck said because apparently he lost control of his mouth. God, he wished he could see that smile. âEvan Buckley.â
âGood to meet you, Evan,â Tommy said.
âGlad you made it,â Ravi said. âWeâre about to break into teams. Full warning, Skye gets physical.â
âYeah, I do,â said Skye, and high fived another woman.
âI didnât think this was a contact sport,â Buck said, who had spent last night reading the frisbee golf Wikipedia article and watching a couple of video of people trying to toss little discs into various baskets.
âNot the way we play it,â said Skye with a wolfish smile. âAre you ready?â
3. Buck was not, in fact, ready. The third time Skye laid him out, Buck just stayed and contemplated his mortality.
âStill alive down there?â Tommy asked, hands braced on his knees as he leaned over Buck.
âUnfortunately,â Buck said. âDo you think if I play dead theyâll forget Iâm here?â
Tommy glanced at where a scrimmage was taking place further down the course. âI think itâs wrapping up. I heard a rumor that cooler we carried was full of snacks. Come on.â
Tommy offered a hand, and Buck was effortlessly pulled to his feet. âOh,â he said, breathless. âIâm, uh, not used to people being able to lift me.â
âBenefits of being a big, strong firefighter,â Tommy said with those gorgeous laugh lines.
âYeah, strong,â Buck agreed over the mad scramble happening at the last basket. It was either luck or skill that kept anyone from losing a mask. âThis is not regulation play.â
âYeah, itâs very Calvinball.â Tommy slid him a sly look. âI bet we can raid the cooler while theyâre distracted.â
Buck was too old to get caught in the violent tangle of limbs that was happening. âLetâs do it.â
4. An incomplete list of things Buck learned about Tommy as they waited for the frisbee golf game to end:
Tommy was not just a firefighter but a firefighter pilot, which was one of the coolest jobs it was possible to have. (âThatâs gotta be like having a super power,â he said way too earnest to be cool, but Tommy just smiled so wide that his nose scrunched and said, âA little bit, yeah.)
Tommy was Harborâs sacrificial goat who got sent to the academy as a guest instructor (âI lost the final round of rock, paper, scissors,â he said in that dry tone that Buck suspected he used when he wanted to hide the truth as a joke.)
Tommy used to be at the 118 and had the best stories from Chim and Henâs probie years (Tommy called him Howie, which was weirdly endearing)
Tommy learned to fly in the army (âThe PTSD was almost worth it.â)
Tommy knew Muay Thai but had not joined an underground fight club because he was only slightly more well adjusted than Eddie
Tommy had the most beautiful smile Buck had ever seen
âSo this is adorable,â Skye said, gesturing between them, âbut if you donât stop bogarting the snacks, I will take you both down.â
Tommy stepped aside and made a dorky little half-bow so Skye could get into the cooler. Apparently everyone contributed to the snack fund but Skye was the one who actually went out and bought everything because she had black market hook ups for the good chips and dip.
Once everyone had raided the cooler and they had all spaced out six feet so they could take off their masks to eat and drink, Ravi raised his can of flavored seltzer and said, âAnd now itâs time for the traditional poetry reading. Kay has chosen this weekâs selection.
Kay, who had an undercut and a septum piercing, said, âYou know I had to go with my girl Mary Oliver. You know it, you love it, itâs Wild Geese!â
Everyone cheered, and Buck found himself exchanging a bewildered look with Tommy and Tommyâs politely baffled eyebrows.
From their back pocket, Kay pulled out a phone and began to read. It was a short poem, but it filled him with a sweet ache, like the relief he felt when a wound had been sutured closed. Tommyâs face had softened with each line, and by the end he looked just like how Buck felt, like pain had given way to ease. And then it was over, and Buck wished heâd though to fix his mask back into place so he could have stood shoulder to shoulder with Tommy as they experienced the poem together.
âSo,â Ravi said once they were once again masked up and reformed into a loose circle, âwhat did you think?â
âI wasnât expecting to be tackled so much,â Tommy said dryly, smile once more hidden away, âbut it was fun.â
âYeah, fun,â Buck said. âHey, whatâs up with the poetry?â
What was up with the poetry was that Raviâs college roommate was an extremely shy kid named Joshua who Ravi managed to, in the words of Skye, cajole into joining their frisbee golf club using sweet words and a muffin. Joshua hated frisbee golf, but he liked poetry and old books, and so would sit on the sidelines reading to them between plays. And soon everyone had their favorite poets and poems and started bringing them to share with Joshua until it became a tradition after every game for one member to read a new poem they found.
âHe had to move back home when his dad got sick,â said Chad, who looked exactly like one of Buckâs roommates from back in the day who would howl without fail at three am every day but was in fact pursuing a masters in gender studies. âBut we kept up the tradition, and we either facetime with him or send him the poem.â
âOh, thatâs really cool,â Buck said, who never had the kinds of friends who would do that. He didnât even keep in touch with Connor, who heâd followed to LA like a lost puppy.
âIt is,â said Beth, who was only slightly less violent than Skye, which was good since she was close to him and Tommy in height, âuntil Skye breaks up with her girlfriend of two years and does nothing but read Richard Siken poems for two straight months.â
Tommy winced, and Sky pointed an accusing finger at him and said, âI knew it! I knew you were one of us!â
Tommyâs eyebrows rose in a way that Buck could only describe as bitchy. âKid, I was in the army under Donât Ask Donât Tell. Youâre one of me.â
âWait, what does Donât Ask Donât Tell have to do with poetry?â Buck said two seconds before his brain caught up. âOh, youâreââ
âGay,â Tommy said, and now those bitchy eyebrows were trained fully on him.
âThatâs cool! I mean, Iâm an ally.â From outside his body, Buck watched as his raised his fist in the air in encouragement and wanted to die. But instead of death, he opened his mouth and said, âI put up a rainbow on my Instagram profile every June.â
Into the terrible silence that followed, Skye said, âSo do you have a reminder about a flag programmed into your phone?â
âNo,â he said quickly.
âOh, he definitely does,â Chad said. âThatâs adorable. Ravi, thank you for inviting him. Heâs going into my thesis.â
Tommy leaned in close and said, âI think that means he likes you,â which almost made the mortification worth it.
Thank god a bunch of moms chased them to clean up and clear out so that their kids could kick around a soccer ball. He and Tommy carried the cooler back to Skyeâs Subaru.
âYou need to contribute to the snack fund,â Sky said, holding out a hand. âI only accept cash.â
Who carried cash anymore? Tommy apparently, and he handed over two crisp twenties. âYou can get it next time,â he said, and gently knocked his knuckles into Buckâs shoulder.
âIâm adding you to the group chat,â Ravi said, and Buck was officially part of frisbee golf.
6. By the third meet up, Buck had given up on understanding the ever shifting rules and instead spent most of his time on the fringes talking to Tommy. They had started getting take out after the game and eating on Tommyâs back patio and then, because they were both fully vaccinated and careful, moving inside to watch the movies Tommy insisted he had to see.
âDo you miss going out to the movies?â Buck asked one day, perusing the two bookcases dedicated to DVDs and CDs.
âI donât miss strangers breathing on me in the dark for two hours,â Tommy said dryly, âbut, yeah, I miss it.â
âWe should go when itâs safe.â Buck brushed his knuckles along Tommyâs shoulder. âIâll buy you Twizzlers.â
The first time Tommy came to the loft, Buck was mortifingly aware of how empty it was, especially compared to Tommyâs carefully curated house. He didnât have a single shelf of movies or even books. The only personal touch was the bike hanging on the wall, and it had been years since heâd been cycling. Thank god Albert never cleaned up against himself; his mess was the only sign of life in the entire place.
âI get the appeal now,â Tommy said, gesturing to the two balconies. âThatâs almost gotta be worth what youâre getting gouged on rent.â
âSpent a lot of nights out here when I canât sleep,â he said, and they ate lunch out on the balcony and listened to the city.
But mostly they snuck away when Buckâs leg and Tommyâs knee started acting up after too many tackles. They were deep in a discussion of which weird 80s fantasy movie to see nextâTommy was adamant that Buck needed to experience Tim Curry as the shirtless devil, and Buck wanted to see Labrinyth since he had remembered seeing that with Maddie and loving all the puppedâwhen Skye said, âThis is why we donât let you be on the same team.â She had evidently clawed her way free from a pile up that, as first responders, he and Tommy should really break up. âAt least weâre both equally down a player.â
Tommy pointed to Buckâs leg and then his own knee. âThereâs no way our old man joints would survive that.â
âArenât you firefighters?â she asked.
âIâve seen the elbows you throw in there,â Tommy said. âOur job is less dangerous.â
âHa!â Skye said, and then immediately proved Tommyâs point by trying to take down Ravi.
Chad gestured between them. âWhatever is happening between you two is adorable, and I want an invite to the wedding.â
Where Buck had been expecting Tommyâs to do their bitchy thing, Tommyâs expression instead smoothed out so quickly and completely that it felt like a flinch, like Chad had inadvertently pressed on a tender bruise.
âI donât think he was trying to be an asshole,â Buck said once Chad had been dragged back into the pile.
âItâs fine,â Tommy said in a tone that meant it was absolutely not fine. âI forget sometimes thatâs an option for me. It wasnât for a long time.â
Buck thought of Abby and Ali and the dating apps he hadnât opened in months, and said, âYeah, I get that.â He touched the back of Tommyâs hand. âWant to raid the cooler while theyâre distracted?â
They had snacks and made an effort to talk to people who werenât each other, and then it was time for the ceremonial poetry reading.
Tommy stepped forward and carefully pulled out a piece of paper that had gone soft along the creases, like Tommy had folded it and unfolded it many times. Tommy cleared his throat and, a little shy, said, âThis is called the undone cowboy writes to his sweetheart.â
And Tommy began to read.
7. These were the poems Buck had heard since joining the group: an ee cummings poem he remembered reading in high school; Frank OâHara writing about New York; Sky choosing a poem about Jesus in a gay bar that had made him and Tommy tear up; a poem about the women in Stop & Shop.
He had liked all of them, but none of them had been read in Tommyâs soft, careful voice, and none of them had felt like they were spreading his ribs apart to let in the sun. God, he thought as Tommy read the last line, god just take my heart in your palm.
âI knew you were one of us,â Skye said, and tapped friendly knuckles to his shoulder.
8. The shift had been quiet enough that Buck was able to sneak away and grab the good bunk in the corner with the mattress that didnât sag and replayed the poem in his head: could you lasso my legs, darling, and press me tender to hay bale?
Buck had spent the better part of a year working on a ranch. Hay was a lot less romantic and a lot more irritating than people thought. It pricked and itched, even through a carefully laid blanket, and Buck had no desire to have it anywhere near his dick and balls again.
And yet he placed his palm against his sternum and thought of leaning against a bale. The hay would try to scratch through his clothes but he wouldnât notice it, not with how close Tommy would be standing. They were the same height and near the same size, although Tommy had more breadth across the shoulders and carried more muscle. Tommy was immovable when he wanted to be, and Buck had felt the heat of him when they collided on the field.
He pressed down on his own breastbone. It wouldnât be hard for Tommy to move him. Itâd be so easy; Buck would go without a fight. God, he would have to spread his legs so wide to let Tommy get in close, and Tommy would kiss as sweetly as he read the poem.
âOh,â Buck said, ribs cracked open and his sternum filled with sunlight, âIâm one of them.â
8. Buck was a firefighter and there was a time for evaluation and there was a time for action, and so he showed up to Tommyâs house and said, âAre you the undone cowboy? Can I be your sweetheart? I, uh, also brought lunch. Hi.â
âHi,â Tommy said, and he was laughing but not at Buck. âYou want to come in, sweetheart?â
âYeah, I really do,â Buck said.
9. Tommy kissed sweeter than the poem.
Buck sliced him an apple.
10. âIâve got a poem,â Buck said, fumbling his phone out of his pocket. It wasnât his frisbee gold reading, but this one was important. He wanted to get it right. âItâs from our girl Mary Oliver.â
âYo Mary Oliver!â Kay shouted.
"It's I Did Think, Let's Go About This Slowly." He cleared his throat and began to read, and on the line, the important one, he met Tommyâs eyes and said, unafraid and full of joy, ââBut, bless us, we didn't.â
Tommyâs smile was still the most beautiful think Buck had ever seen.
11. They invited the entire frisbee golf club to the wedding.
Since people liked this post of Ilya proving to the internet why Shane is a good partner, letâs have a sequel of Shane doing similar
Ilya is in a depression low and the fact that his hockey persona is still âbiggest assholeâ no matter what he does has been getting to him even if he wonât admit it. So Shane posts a photo compilation titled âEvery Reason Ilya Rozanov Is NHLs Biggest Assholeâ
-âBullies his teammatesâ with a picture of Ilya doing a celebratory fist pump next to Haas with his face in his hands, in front of a tv showing Ilya getting first in Mario Kart
-âBullies his competitorsâ with a picture of Ilya laughing and Scott Hunter looking like he wants to set him on fire with his mind as he holds a birthday card labeled âWoah! You made it to 100!â
-âBullies Hayden Pikeâ with a picture of Ilya and Jackie in the lake doing the Dirty Dancing lift while Hayden stands by with his hands on his hips and glaring
-âStealingâ with a group of pictures of Ilya wearing a Hollander 24 hoodie, wearing the Canadian Olympic fleece, and wearing one of Shaneâs old jerseys
-âDramaticâ with a picture of Ilya in a feather boa at a karaoke night at a gay bar, eyes closed as he is clearly belting out some song
-âTakes jobs away from janitorsâ with a picture of Ilya in an arena post-game and picking up litter people dropped in the hallway
-âBad role model to youthâ with a picture of Ilya and a kid at one of the camps sticking their tongues out at each other
-âChild abuseâ with a picture of Ilya playing paintball with a group of young boys
-âAnimal abuseâ with a picture of Ilya bathing an unhappy Anya in a kiddie pool in the backyard
-âDisturbing local wildlifeâ with a blurry picture of Ilya running away from a Canada goose
-âEncourages cavitiesâ with a picture of Ilya letting trick or treaters take handfuls of candy from a bowl
-âUnfair sales tacticsâ with a picture of Ilya taking pictures with people at a Girl Scout cookie sale table, the table surrounded by a crowd of people waiting and holding cookie boxes
-âTrespassingâ with a picture of Ilya shoveling a neighbors driveway
-âFashion crimesâ with a picture of Ilya in a pink baseball hat, a neon orange tank top, jorts, and neon green crocs
-âNot helpful at puzzlesâ with a picture of Ilya and David in front of a one thousand piece puzzle, both with their faces in their hands, pieces everywhere
-âOnly falls asleep during movies when its his husbands turn to pickâ with a selfie of Shane frowning at the camera and Ilya zonked out asleep on his chest
They move in together full time and Ilya notices that Anya acts differently with Shane than she does with him, more quiet and less playful, and he worries that means she doesnât like Shane or is jealous, so he hires a dog trainer to come over and see if thereâs anything they need to do to help
After a while of talking about how Anya acts the trainer says thereâs nothing to worry about, Anya likes Shane just fine, itâs just that she sees him as the boss and is acting accordingly
And Ilya is like. But. Iâm the one who adopted her? And raised her before Shane got here?? And the trainer is just like yeah well she sees you more like an equal. And Ilya is like WAIT she thinks Shane is in charge of both of us?? And the trainer is just like well do you interact in a way that would make her think that?
Ilyaâs life flashes before his eyes as he thinks of all the times Shane has come over with a snack for Ilya and a treat for Anya, or all the times Shane has announced theyâre all going for an after dinner walk, or pets Ilyaâs hair and tells him he did a good job at practice, or the fact that he uses the same warning tone with Anya when she misbehaves as he does with Ilya when heâs causing problems on purpose
Shane comes home to Ilya with his face in his hands going oh god Iâm not Anyaâs dad Iâm her brother and she thinks weâre both your pets. And Shane just goes. What.
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hey all! I have been tagged quite a few times by different people over the past month in writing games but between getting ready for the launch of the Pride Zines I'm part of and getting ready for summer vacation I haven't been doing a whole lot of writing. But I'm finally back to writing so here is a little bit of a sneak peak of the next chapter of Not A Puck Bunny.
He blacks out his screen, not expecting a reply from Shane or anyone anytime soon which is why he jumps when his phone starts vibrating angrily against his chest. He definitely hadn't expected Rozy to call him.
"AllĂ´?" Cliff said confusedly answering the phon, putting it on speaker.
"Zdorovo."Â Ilya replied before continuing without missing a beat. "There are no truces in war or love." He does pause then. "Why do you even want one?"
"Because were going to dinner with my mom, and unless you'd like to fill my mother in on current eventsâ"
"Ah. I understand." Ilya exclaimed interrupting Cliff. You do not want Mama Marley to know that we are the new Brangelina versus Brad and Jen, or that you have stolen my man?" Cliff scowled at his phone laying on his chest.
"First of all asshole. I am clearly Jen in this clusterfuck of a love triangle. And second of allâ" Cliff pauses trying to think of a second point. He can't think of one. Thankfully Rozy cuts him off before he actually has to come up with a follow up point.
"This is a good point. You are boring hockey sweetheart and I am sexy and exciting bad boy. I am also the one who gets the guy and has his babies." Cliff knows he is being baited, he knows exactly how Rozy operates. Cliff knows how Rozy chirps, but that doesn't stop him from replying.Â
"Oh fuck off Rozy, if anyone is having Shane's babies it's me."Â
"Impossible!" Ilya protested, "You are ancient. A dinosaur, like Scott Hunter."Â
"Fuck you. Hunter and I are the same age!" Well that was a stupid fucking argument, Cliff thinks as soon as it comes out of his mouth. Maybe he's had one to many concussions if he thinks that is a good comeback.
"Da." Rozy replied smugly. "You are both dinosaurs who belong in museum." Cliff narrowed his eyes glaring down at his phone.Â
"Keep calling me a dinosaur, asshole, and I'll tell my mom the truth about those pickles she makes you." Cliff threatened making Roz gasp dramatically, he can picture the way his best friend is glaring at him through the phone.
"You wouldn't dare." This time it is Cliff grinning smugly.
"Try me." He counters.
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Debuting my first HR work today, Solnyshko and Luchik (Sunshine and Little sun)
Featuring single uncle Ilya, his baby niece Lyudmila, Shane who can't stop thinking about his rival and the supportive Boston team raising both Ilya and their little princess mascot.
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small snippet from the first chapter, Lyudmila:
If he didnât heard about the recent passing of Rozanovâs father, brother and sister-in-law in a car accident, leaving him and his baby niece the sole survivors of the family, he would have thought she was his child, seeing how similar their looks, down to the golden curls and blue-green eyes.
âSo, I managed to sort out the booking issue. Your room should be ready in a few hours, but until then, you can use mine for a bit. They're also going to arrange childcare forâŚâ Shane paused, realizing he had no idea what the little girl's name was.
Rozanov shifted the child higher on his hip. âAh, is my plemyannitsa, uh, niece, Lyudmila.â
Finally finished that Post Season 8 AU where Buck got a call about one of his former boss's passing and his final gift for him, a ranch up in Montana
The vacation was not planned at first.Â
He was frustrated at that point, between his own brother ignoring him and canceling both his transfer request and leave applications to Eddie kicking him out of his own house, claiming Buck was just house sitting for them until they came back and the intricate contract they had signed was never valid.Â
(A voice in his head, oddly sounded like a combination of Ravi and Tommy at their utmost bitchiness, pointed out Eddie was lying, he had subletting rights and he should sue him for breach of contracts.)
It was then when he got a phone call.Â
It was from Beth, Mr. Grahamâs niece, informing him that her uncle had passed away and will be having his funeral this weekend, can he come please?
Buck was flabbergasted, Mr Graham was the man who owned the Galloping Meadows horse ranch, the second ranch he worked in Montana during his vagabond days. Even after leaving the ranch for his next adventure, they had kept in touch and even flew back a few times to visit, his kindness was one of the happier memories Buck had cherished during his travels.
Now that Chim had blocked his transfer and leave applications, Buck applied for leave once again, this time filing it directly with the HR department. Thankfully they were willing to process it immediately (in fact they were going to chase him down for unclaimed PTOs he had been stacking up for the past few years) so now he has the next 5 weeks of paid leave.Â
He moved all of his stuff from Eddieâs place (never his place) and into a storage unit, packing only what he needed for his road trip to Montana.Â
Chim was furious that Buck went behind their back to apply his leave but frankly Buck was done.Â
He was tired.
He blocked Chimâs and later Henâs number when they kept harassing him via missed calls and text messages and told Maddie if she doesnât give him the space he needed, he would block her too.Â
In which 118 has opinions on Buckâs surprise marriage, and Karen drops a bomb
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âYou told your sister?â Tommy stopped mid-fold and stared incredulously over the pile of laundry at his husband, who was slumped over the sofa. The twins are away again, this time taken by the Mcdonalds for a kids' day out.
âShe called me desperate!â Buck complained, âand she acts like youâre the worst thing that could happen to me!â
âWellâŚâ
âShut up. You and our children are the best things that have happened to me.â Buck grinned, reaching over to pull Tommy in by his collar and gently kissed him on the lips. âAnd Iâm thankful for it every single moment.â
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So after Shane leaves the Metros, the team starts sending out Hayden Pike to do press to cover their asses and keep their more asshole-ish players from saying slurs in front of reporters.
After one inconsequential game, a reporter asks about what Coach Theriault and Hayden think of the future of hockey with their former star player playing with his husband. Theriault says some shitty PR nothing answer laced with so much disdain that Hayden just. can't. take. anymore.
Obviously his team wants him to shit-talk his best friend and de facto brother-in-law who happen to be playing the best hockey of a generation (he will never let Ilya know he thinks this). The reporter obviously is chomping at the bit for a "dissension in the locker room" story that will make his life even more miserable. So, fuck the both of them.
"and how about you Hayden, what do you think about the future of hockey with Hollander and Rozanov?"
"Well, I think they should get on having kids, like surrogacy or adoption of something"
Dead silence, the reporter blinks in confusion. He can feel the glare coming off Theriault burning into the side of his face. He doesnât turn his head and blithely goes on.
âYeah, specifically 3 girls. I have 3 girls so if they have 3 girls, weâd have a whole hockey team to start in the pee-wees and get to the PWHL. My Ruby would obviously be a defender. Sheâd spend her whole life in the box, but she'd be such a good enforcer, especially if she was playing with her sisters. Jade is sneaky fast, so forward for her. And I know Amber is a baby, but I swear sheâs got goalie eyes. My son Arthur is already the peacemaker of the family, so Uncle Shane could start training him up on all the rules so he can be our ref. But Shane and Ilya would have to get themselves another defender and a right or left wing with a center. Yep, thatâs the future in hockey Iâd love to see with Hollander and Rozanovâ
Thus Hayden makes headlines bigger than any other time in his whole career. His time in the locker room does get shittier, but itâs all worth it for the call from Shane telling him that Ilya loved his vision of the future so much he cried looking at baby girl names online and researching PWHL teams.