#sioraiocht

He decides to ask while they're both tucked against each other in bed , blankets tangled around them , limbs practically liquid and molding into each other . His mouth is peppering light , lazy kisses against his boyfriend's jaw , his throat , down to the curve of his shoulder --- and so it's there that Ryan ends up murmuring the question . " Would you want to go to a hockey game with me ? " His heart is beating hard and he can practically taste the coppery taste of anxiety in his mouth as he waits for the answer . For what he's pretty sure will be a rejection and a reminder that Fabian hates hockey more than he hates most things in the world and that will be fine . Really . Because it's not important , he just saw that the Centaurs were playing and it'd be a chance to see Wyatt and Rozanov . A chance to support the only team in the league that's not only embracing it's LGBTQ players , but proudly bragging about them . Selling jerseys with rainbows . Hanging pride flags in their arenas . If there was ever a chance that Fabian wouldn't hate hockey , it would probably be this . " A lot of the guys from camp will be in town . We don't have to , if you don't want . We could just... get drinks or something afterwards . But uh , it could be fun . To go . If you want . " / @sioraiocht , liked for a starter !

i need ppl to get freaky with it rn. more smut. more ships. more being unapologetically open to writing weird ass kinks. look!! not all sex is vanilla. i need to see yall get down and dirty with the smut NOW!! RIGHT NOW!

( text : el ) i'm on my way just....keep him distracted ( text : el ) do i get him flowers ( text : el ) or is that too cheesy?

Victor rubs his hands together, trying to warm them, before pulling on a pair of gloves and positioning another slide under the microscope. It was rather later in the evening, everyone else had already gone home. Most of the hospital slept. Victor was the only one still down in pathology, focused in on his work.

Despite this, Ilya wore a convincingly surprised look as he watched Hollander walk up to him. "No," he agreed as he cast a grimaced look over Shane's shoulders to the other Montreal teammates who were currently oblivious to the interloper as they sat on the other side of the room. "I always thought this bar was good. A nice place. I may have to find a new one to relax at." When blue eyes returned to meet familiar browns, there was a teasing smirk underneath.

he sighs, pushing himself out of his seat and making his way over to the tables that have been taken over by large, loud nhl players. he still doesn't take his eyes off troy as he sits down.

some sense in him had known the other from before had been connected to himself - much as any babe finds recognition in the first glimpse of their mother's face. there is no such spark here, but the features it can see in the gloom are amenable (though perhaps the emotion displayed there is not? he does not know. he knows so precious little-) & so great form crawls towards the new figure. to stand was a cumbersome activity, & he wished to make way across the cluttered floor to inspect the other now.

“I thought for sure that the rumors were an exaggeration when they said The Puck had decided to grace up with his presence.” 'Rumors' was an exaggeration seeing as he had only just gotten back to Faerie a few hours ago at most. His words were careful though, remembering all too well the last conversation he had with the other.