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āYouāre notorious for pranking people, so Iām curious if thereās someone, now that itās kind of open season - you guys are all gonna be in this bubble - thereās someone on another team you may be wanna get?ā
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#4 for the fanfic writers questions! Love you and your work ššššššš
4. Are there any writers that inspire you?
Everyone who writes on tumblr? This is a hard place to get attention sometimes, and I admire every single person who has ever posted a fic tbh.
More specifically - @danglesnipecelly for the emotion she can get into her fics and @jjkhairas for being the very reason I got into reading/writing hockey fic in the first place
ummm this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said and please know that youāre a huge reason Iāve even reopened my old fics to try and return to writing
I took some time off from tumblr in November. I genuinely considered never coming back but decided to just start a whole new blog instead because I love making everything difficult for myself.
Be it because Iāve spoken to them or because I love seeing them on my dash, these are some of the people who have made 2020 an alright year amongst all the chaos.
note: this is for @kempeā as part of The Winter Gift Exchange over at @hockeynetworkā! I really hope you enjoy it! Thanks to @home-for-hughnukkahā, @huttons, @danglesnipecellyā and @thevezinamonologuesā for helping me out with this fic in one way or another!
word count: 8,166
summary: a series of encounters, the circumstances varying, and a rule or two that might need to be rethought.
warnings: alcohol, implied sex
songs: happiness is a butterfly - lana del ray | nightfall - little big town | only us - kygo & haux
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Authorās Note: Itās not a KMK fic without a dog.Ā
REMINDER: *~*~*~*~* Means a change in point of view, and today we are starting with Joel.
Previously on A Not So Southern Christmas:
He groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck. āYouāre a vixen. I would love nothing more than to spend the day in bed, enjoying your body, making you scream my name, but that has to wait until All Star break. Maybe I can whisk you away to someplace with a beach and little umbrellas in the drinks, but right now, you have to get your beautiful butt outta bed and I donāt mind you smelling like my cum, I prefer it actually, but other people might not like it.ā
When I spoke my voice was soft, āAll Star break? Some place with a beach?ā
āYou heard me. Now, letās go.ā He rolled off of me and I was being hauled to my feet and directed to the bathroom still trying to process his comment about the break.
Part 6
*~*~*~*~*~*
Just over an hour later we were crawling along I-90 in an SUV the size of a tank. After the second close call of almost being sideswiped by another vehicle sliding on ice after a single mile on the interstate, I was thankful for it. It was a rideshare, so I didnāt care if it only got two miles per gallon, as long as it was able to get us to the airport in one piece.Ā
Adelaide finally turned on her phone and I just arched a brow at her as it vibrated in her hand for what seemed like a solid minute. āYou ok there?ā
She gave me a withering glare, and she looked so cute that I couldnāt help but smile, which made her glare harder and the entire thing was just a circle of me being amused and her getting more furious. It was fantastic.
Poking around on the screen, a call connected and a started to ring as she brought the phone to her ear. I could hear her motherās voice on the other end of the line. āHi Mama, is everyone there? Put me on speaker.ā
Authorās Note: This part is not safe for work. I do not advise reading if you are under the age of 18. Surprisingly, not as hot as the smut I wrote for part 7ā¦ which you all have to look forward to on Christmas Day.
REMINDER: *~*~*~*~* Means a change in point of view, and today we are starting with Joel.
Previously on A Not So Southern Christmas:
The movie paused for the final commercial break and I picked up my phone and scrolled through the Instagram comments with one hand. Most of them were positive and any jealous fan girls and guys got deleted and blocked. My mom texted me the emoji with heart eyes. I didnāt even know she knew how to use emojis, but there it was.
I flicked through my camera roll finding that photo of her snuggled next to me in that cami top. I wondered if setting this picture as a close friends story on Instagram would give her an aneurysm. I put my phone back on the side table to watch the end of the movie. Iād ask her tomorrow.
As the movie ended and the credits rolled, I slipped out from underneath Adelaide and padded around the suite, turning off lights. When that was done and nothing but the muted lights of the city were illuminating the room, I stepped out of my joggers and did my best to tug the covers from under her body before I slid into bed and arranged her on my chest as she was before and pulled the duvet over both of us.
I kissed her forehead, ānight Lady.ā
Part 5
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When I woke up in the morning, I could tell the snow was falling heavy. Daylight was trying hard to penetrate the wall of blizzard outside the window and failing.Ā
Sometime during the night, I had flipped Adelaide over my body and she was curled into my chest as I faced the wall of windows on āmyā side of the bed. She was snoring softly and had gotten rid of the sweatshirt at some point, probably because I was a human furnace when I slept.Ā
That was fine by me as I lifted the covers to take a peek at her pajamas that drove me insane. She burrowed into me more as the cold air hit her skin and I let the coverlet fall and wrapped my arms around her. I was awake, I had to pee, and I was horny. I was definitely looking forward to the day where I could wake her in the morning with my cock sliding into her hot wet cunt. The thought made me swallow, hard.
Hi!! Would you please do #1 with Mikko Rantanen please? From the snowy/winter prompts
Fun fact: Iāve apparently spent so long by myself in quarantine/using my "please take me seriously as a professionalā voice at work that Iāve forgotten how normal people speak, so thank you to @bellemareyouserious for reminding me how to be a real person
#1: we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now weāre snowed in, hello awkward
It wasnāt supposed to happen like this. The plan was to go with your best friend to the local bar, pick up a random guy, have some wild, casual sex, and then get back home. The first three steps had gone to plan, but Mother Nature had put a hold on step four by deciding it was a good time for a snowstorm. So now, three hours later, you found yourself awkwardly on the other end of the couch from your hookup, whose name you unfortunately had forgotten approximately five minutes after he told you at the bar.
āWant anything to drink? I have beer, gatorade, and coffee.ā He walked into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cupboards, finally triumphantly holding up a box of teabags that looked like theyād been in the cabinet for more than a few years. āAnd some tea that my mom bought when she visited.ā
āBeer's good, thank you.ā
āSo...what do you do?ā he asked, gesturing for you to have a seat on the bar stool at his kitchen island as he dug through his fridge. You couldn't stop yourself from admiring his body a little bit, the lean muscles of his back as he pulled out some bottles.
āIām a teacher. How about you?ā
āI, uh, play sports.ā He looked a little uncomfortable, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair. "Coors or Blue Moon?"
āWhatever you're having. And that's fun, University of Denver, I presume?ā It wasn't uncommon for you to bump into college athletes in the local area, although the large collection of shoes at the entryway to the house suggested a budget above that of the standard student.
A slight grin appeared on his face, disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. "Umm...professional hockey. For the Avalanche."
Well, that certainly explained the stamina earlier in the evening, although now you felt even more embarrassed about the fact that you could not remember his name. Your friends were probably never going to forgive you for this. "Must be exciting to live out a childhood dream like that, right?"
"Sometimes it doesn't even feel real, it's still crazy to speak to players I watched as a kid. Did you always want to be a teacher?"
Scoffing, you took another sip before speaking. "Hell no. First, I wanted to be an astronaut, and then I thought I'd go the engineering route. But I took one education class my freshman year as a credit area requirement and I was hooked. Never looked back once, even if my fifth graders test my patience sometimes." Your face softened at the thought of them, letting your mind wander away from your current situation to the kids and the list of things that you needed to finish for the rest of the week. "I probably should try to get home soon so that I can get some sleep."
Drawing back the curtains, he gestured for you to look outside. "It's really not safe for you to drive right now; there's at least a foot of snow and," he pulled open the weather app on his phone, "there's no end in sight."
You rubbed your temple, cursing the weather. "Believe it or not, I don't usually make a habit of sticking around with my one-night stands."
His face lit up and you knew you were in trouble. "The night is still young, you could always leave in the morning and it's still a one-night stand."
Dear god, how were you supposed to resist that crooked smile? "If you're sure, I don't want to ruin your plans. But I do need to call my friend so that she's not worried about me."
"You in my bed sounds like the opposite of ruined plans." Giving you a little smile and a wink, he sat back as you dialed your friend, who picked up on the second ringtone.
"Are you caught in the snowstorm? Do you need me to come get you?" she questioned, before you could even get a word in edgewise.
"Yes, but I'm okay. I'm staying here for the night."
"Ooh, the hot blonde? About time you finally got laid. What's his name?"
You glanced up, hoping she wasn't loud enough for him to be able to hear, but his body language as he scrolled mindlessly on his phone was unreadable. "I don't remember."
A piercing cackle filled your ear. "Of course you hook up with a guy and plan to spend the night there, and you can't even remember his name."
"In my defense, I have a lot of things on my mind."
"Too busy thinking about sex to make room in your memory for a name, huh?" You rolled your eyes at her teasing, letting out a deep breath. "But in all seriousness, please find out and text it to me, so that I know what I'm putting on a police report if you don't show up tomorrow."
"Yes, mom. I promise to not get murdered and I will see you at brunch tomorrow, okay? I love you, bye." You put down the phone before she could throw in another joke at your expense, sighing fondly.
When you looked up, your hookup was looking back at you, a teasing grin on his face. "So clearly earlier wasn't good enough to remember my name? Guess I have to work a little harder in round 2."
You winced at the realization that he heard the other side of the conversation. "Alternatively, I was so focused on bigger matters that it didn't seem particularly relevant anymore?" It came out as a half-question, half-statement, and your eyes dropped lower at the innuendo, causing him to let out a soft laugh. "Anyway, you probably aren't much better - what's my name?"
The flush rising on his cheeks gave you the answer. Sticking out your hand, you waited for him to shake it. "Hi, I'm [Y/N]."
"I'm Mikko. Usually, I'd offer to buy you a drink, but," he tapped his beer bottle against yours, "I'm too late for that. So how about I show you around the house instead, and we end up in my bed?"
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note: just a quick little TK fic. Yes, Iām well aware that itās getting cold in North America right now - in Australia itās the first day of summer. Thanks to @huttonsā for the quick read through
word count: 1,957
summary: a sweet little afternoon on a secluded river in the middle of a long summer.
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