on the topic of rookiefucking, ngl blackhawks rpf stocks about to go insane next year if all the rumors are true and bedsy gets the C while patrick fucking kane comes back. imagine.jpg sidmack at worlds but twisted and evil and lasting all season. for how much discourse i'm gonna see about bedsy being on good terms with pk88 (something that should surprise nobody who's been here for more than half a day), the problematic age gap yaoi better go off like a nuke. toews is retired so he can hang around for infidelity drama or so bedsy can go on a jealousy spiral that he feels guilty about because rationally he knows pkane inviting him to be their third for a night is already more than he could ever ask for, while pkane himself is in the corner admiring his work and cackling like an evil witch as toews disapprovingly shakes his head at him for playing with the boy's heart like that, as if it ever cost pkane more than a word to get him to enable it #SeeMyVision
NO! bedsy gonna torpedo the fuck out of the good ones list if it happens
but also you know... this actually wayyy more sick and twisted if toews has any reason to be there. toews was there during aldrich's employment pretending to not notice the homophobia in the locker room where everyone thought sexual harassment by the wacky video coach is crazy funny. and then he was cancelling the coming out conference. and then he was trying to cure the long covid by spiritual douching. and where was kane all this time? exactly. doing some stupid shit in random places. their reunion probably was way more bitter behind the scenes cause like idk what they can even talk about now. and toews would be really pissed at kane for coming back to chicago, and especially for kane doing anything with bedard.
i think toews believes that kane always had it way easier than him and did little to help him out or support him during the time of them reigning as the official nhl yaoi. and toews only realized this fairly recently. maybe during the spiritual douching, even. so he calls bedard for a dinner together and connor is like OMG!! ITS JONATHAN TOEWS!! but toews looks grim and like. asks him if hes gay i guess. and then gives him advice bedsy will ignore
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For the physical affection prompts. Secret option 16 childe being my heat pack while I whine and cry about stomach cramps
For real tho 7 and childe <3 I miss my manic pixie soldier boy
7. brushing their arm against the other's, hoping the other would finally catch their arm and hold it close
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eheheheheh hope u like this one love<3 sending u kisses love u and this idiot ginger big time<3
characters: childe/gn!reader & wc: 1.2k
synopsis: on a long journey across schneznaya with no means to transport other than by foot, you and the peculiar ginger have grown closer with each step of the way.
The sun hangs high in the air, barely any rays glistening. It’s a clear day today, sharp but not as cold as the passing months.
Spring is coming. The thought brings a slight smile to your lips.
On the endless carpet of white and diamonds, it’s meters and meters of snow for the eye to see- no houses, no sign of smoke rising in the air. To your left, you can spot a blurry spot, possibly the woods you were informed of few nights ago.
Feet fall and rise from the snow in rhythmic movements and you try to keep up. Schneznaya was known for notorious weather conditions but you hadn’t expected it to be this much. Still, you’d like to think you’re doing an alright job of adjusting so far. The man ahead of you had voiced something similar a while ago, so you must’ve been. It’s only the warmth of hope and his smile that keeps your racing mind company when the snow gets thick and you’re forced to walk in his steps- literally.
Long gray frame and a red scarf that often dangles in the air, you watch Childe’s back for the remainder of the walk. Sink and rise, sink and rise again, you carry on with difficulty less than you had days before. Eyes fixed on the patterns of his coat and delicate engravings sewn onto his scarf, you don’t realize you’ve come to a halt until your face hits the back of his form. Before you can fall however, Childe turns and catches you in his arms, stabilizing you, his gaze concentrated on you.
With a cough, you turn your head to the side, stammering a string of apologies- all more clumsy than the previous one. Better than to stare into those big, blue endless eyes, you think.
Hearing titles of respect and status, he snaps out of it too and chuckles. “I told you! Just call me Childe, no need for formalities here.”
In moments his eyes doesn’t pull you into this deep, sinking haze of something tragic, inevitable approaching; it’s his laughter that spreads like a virus, makes you want to join him.
“A-alright… Childe.” you test the name, again and face him once more.
Painfully aware of his hands still on your arms, you cough, a cloud of steam leaving your lips. “Umm, I’m better now. We can keep walking.”
Your words are met with a puzzled expression until he follows your line of sight and quickly pulls his hands back to himself, chuckling a ‘sorry’ along the way.
You take a step forward then pause- seeing as he won’t budge at all, face turned somewhere else.
Sensing movement from your side, Childe returns his attention to you, expression clearly showing he realized he forgot to tell you something.
“So?..” you drag the word, expecting him to follow up when he falls silent again. Seeming to think, he then steps to the side and reveals motion and a dash of color in the distance. A sign of life in this endless land of snow, at last.
“I was going to say, we can take a break soon and find some carriage for the remainder of the road.” Taking another step to the side, he reaches out his hand, signaling you to follow along. The layer of snow begins to thin down so it’s easier to walk by his side.
He slows down to match your pace and begins talking, filled with a sudden beam of energy, hand gestures here and there, gaze never landing on somewhere for longer than five seconds.
He begins with the town you’re nearing but the name goes over your head. He recalls memories then, says there’s a lake nearby this town, like his- but this one’s more ideal for skating he says. Have you ever done ice skating? It’s fun! He could teach you if you want. He talks and talks, his youthful chatter filling the air and warming you in the process. In the blinding brightness of snow, he shines brighter.
With nods and occasional questions to show you’re listening, you continue walking as you look around. Seeing as there isn’t much to see yet- and the town still being too far away to spot anything regarding architecture, you focus on the familiar brush of fabric.
When your arm brushes against his the first time, it’s completely accidental.
But it feels nice, somehow.
Then you brush your arm again and you swear you can feel some of his warmth transferred through the thick layers of clothes. Maybe you’re just making excuses for something bigger, maybe after walking in his steps, in his shadow, in his warmth for so long, you’re seeking something physical again.
It shortly falls into routine without realization. Between occasional brushes and Childe’s voice filling the air, reminiscing his childhood as you let out hums and oohs, you’re snapped out of your bubble when you feel a sudden thug at your side, letting out a yelp in the process.
It takes you few deep breaths and a few more seconds to register what has happened. Pulling out our foot now tilted and drowning in the snow, you fix your posture somewhat, then turn to the source of the sudden force.
Ready to let a thousand complaints out of your mouth about the safety regulations, snow, frozen roads and whatnot; you find yourself frozen at the sight of a sheepish Childe with an apologetic expression adorning his features. Eyes wide open, you feel like a deer face to face with light sources of hunters- less of fear and more for a loss of words, emotions, a functional brain activity even.
Scratching the back of his head with his free hand, Childe laughs at the face you’re making.
“Sorry for not giving you a heads up.” he says like all he did was take off your hat or cause a loud noise– and not pull you to his side mid step while hooking arms with you.
“Figured walking like that would be better.” he follows up with a shrug, saying it as a state of fact. Sure, like you weren’t advised to avoid any and every movement that’d disturb your balance or make it dependent on someone else’s prior to this journey countless times.
The town in closer view, you can hear the sounds of people if you were to focus– instead, you just nod and loosen your arm. Offering Childe the opportunity to take his arm back then offer it to you, properly.
Placing your hand below his elbow, you hold his arm close to you, placing your free hand on top of your hand there, locking yourself to him completely.
Seeming pleased with your settlement, he lets out a content hum and turns his gaze ahead, “Shall we?” he says.
It is much slower to walk like that, inefficient and with one step taken without care, the two of you will fall like domino tiles, clustered into one big snow ball. But you cannot deny the warmth that comes with the close proximity. He must be thinking the same, layers of clothes or not, you can feel Childe’s posture relax under your touch, his voice falling into a gentler volume, there’s a melancholic tone to it as he talks less about memories of his and more of the people- be it old traditions or just gestures blooming into such, all sourced from care and love.
Arm tightening around his, you lean your cheek against his arm and Childe’s faint voice soon murmurs an old tune as the two of you continue to walk, amidst the pure snow and few snowdrops greeting you long before anyone else does.
After ajisai sena, ouzuka mai, and amaori renako start dating. Ajisai and mai found out that renako love fat girls especially ssbbw, knowing that ajisai and mai trying to beat each other who can be fatter. But somehow in the end renako the one becoming bigger then both of them.
As always love your fic ❤️
"Ugh…" Renako Amaori was beginning to think she'd bitten off far, far more than she could chew. She'd been doing exactly that for the last year, even. Ever since that impossibly faithful day when Renako had been confessed to, by two of her class' angels — at the same time, no less. She'd said yes to both, almost on her hands and knees by the end of it all.
Walking out of the door with two girlfriends, Renako had initially been besides herself. She'd been unable to wipe the smile off of her face for weeks. Until, of course, the reality of having two rather intense girlfriends came to wear into her. Two sets of presents for every holiday. Two sets of outfits, for each date. A third set of outfits, for whenever they had dates together. Four sets now, because she'd grown out of the first. Five — scratch that, six. Seven outfits, with only one still plastered to her plumpening frame, because the others were all torn in half. Buttons blasted apart, or seams ripped free.
Ultimately, having two girlfriend meant that Renako was receiving affection from two ends; from Sena Ajisai and Mai Oozuka. As if the two girls were competing, they insisted that Renako would eat as much as she could, before sending her on her way. On her way, to another date and another bellyful.
"No…" Renako paled as she pictured it. What was the count, now? Eight, or perhaps nine blasted-to-pieces outfits. If she pulled this one any tighter, the once rather loose netting over her chest would be fraying in no time at all. "Don't let this be another torn outfit…" Running her hands over her curves — all outwards — Renako shivered as she finally reached about her gigantically round body, towards the dress' zip. "N-Number nine, then." She gulped, feeling her body breathe out a sigh of deep relief as the zipper relented.
Renako gushed sidewards, and then out in nearly every direction, until she was filling the mirror she'd been staring into. Renako's head, and her pudgy cheeks, were the only part of her still small enough to fit inside the thing's encompass now. Without standing a good metre or two away, at least. "D-Damn it…" She keened, patting her belly as she surrendered to the fact that she'd gotten so much fatter, lately.
With every dozen-or-so pounds that Renako gained, so too did her appetite grow. Expanding so much that Renako could indulge herself twice as much as before meeting Mai and Sena, the girl's appetite was simply a monster, now. It'd turned her into a squidgy mass of meat, pokable and proddable — two privileges that some of her classmates had taken a special interest in.
Renako didn't even fight it, anymore. This wasn't an RPG monster or FPS baddie that could be disposed of. This was her own body, mewling and begging for extra helpings, belly rubs and special offerings. It was an immutable demon, always tubbing up and turning her body into a tub of lard.
From behind her, Renako heard her phone buzzing atop her bed. Finally, something to distract her from the circumference of her own waistline. Her round, round waist and every other part of her that resembled a melon more than a woman. Waddling about to face it, Renako's now-reddened face panted as she paced just a few steps towards it. Weighing more than a hippo ought to turned any girl into a heaving mass of exhaustion, after all.
Rena-chan, still on for our date tonight?
The message was from Sena. With a little whimper, Renako came to collapse onto her bed. She rubbed her belly, over and over as she read the message half a dozen times. "But…" She mouthed a complaint to herself, testing the sound of each reply she thought up. "I'm fat." With a pout, Renako came to the conclusion that she really needed to admit that, already. To her girlfriends, and to herself.
I don't think I can…. I don't have any nice outfits left.
Typing up the reason why those outfits didn't fit her, Renako flitted red before she deleted the text. "No way…" She shook her tubby face, delivering a slap to her naughty self. Her naughty self, that'd allowed her body to grow so unapologetically obese.
So, what are you wearing right now?
Renako puffed out a laugh at that. All she was wearing was the lingerie set Mai had gifted her — a deep, jade green with stretchy straps and elegant bows — that was beginning to grow to the end of it's lifetime.
That's a bit of a lewd question, Aijisai-san.
She knew Sena hadn't meant it quite like that, but there was something inside of Renako that couldn't resist teasing her, a little. She was, after all, at least partially responsible for Renako's ridiculous expansion. Three-hundred kilos, give or take ten. Renako was big enough to be a blimp, amongst more embarrassing things that she wouldn't dare call herself. Things she'd read online, in more sordid forums and message boards.
I mean!!
I meaaaannn!!
Do you need new clothes, Renako?
Sena's spluttering reply came in drips and pours, making Renako laugh every time. Patting her belly proudly now as if it had come up with the joke, Renako eventually just took a sigh. She had wanted to go on that date — but if she didn't have a dress nice enough for it, then it was all but cancelled in her books.
We can have a date at your house, tonight!
It can be a sleepover~~~!!!
Sena wasn't taking no for an answer, apparently. Renako could already feel the girl's plump hand, pressing down on her massive, mattress-shaped belly as she gave her a stomach rub. Closing her eyes, Renako let the phone drop onto her tummy as it continued to buzz with Sena's messages.
We'll order so much pizza!
Does that sound good, Rena-chan?
We can eat so so much…
We might even end up getting fatter… //////
Renako didn't pick up her phone. She knew exactly what Sena was messaging her about. Growing bigger, and rounder still. At this rate, Renako would be bursting out of outfits she hadn't even bought, yet.
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I’ve been wanting to make a fresh start of this site for a while now. I just started a new blog and I will only be active on that from now on. I love you all but there are so many bots and unactives following this blog.
There’s also just so much shit that’s gone on with this one and i really need a fresh start. Just so you know, yes, it’s on a completely different account as opposed to just changing the url.
I’ll queue this post for the next few days and probably next week sometime I’ll delete this for good. Hopefully ☼ you’ll see this!
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I'm curious what is the lowdown on the Kochetkov/Svech situation.. or perhaps the Canes yaoi ecosystem more widely
okay i've been putting this off for a while but we need to get to it
first, i won't really claim that i know that much team-wise, besides a small selection of people i have vested interested in (russian three, martin necas, whoever i've read about). this primer is pretty old, with bunch of people gone by now, but it covers important historic bases, so it's a good start. @st5rcrest does aho understanding and brind'amor understanding and many others understanding, so they can help you out, too.
now come to me to the minecraft dirt house cathedral 👇 we have important business to discuss
first, this post. it's just so. it's soooooo! pk dropping truth nuke from being aged fucking eleven! and svech laughing and embracing him and like dude!!! you're embarrassing us again! but could he resist? no.
addressing the elephant in the room: massive fucking fagcent. i swear i'm not delusional. idk if you can pick it up if you aren't native russian speaker. you have to look me at the eyes and believe me.
me serving a diva out of drag in the rupaul dressing room discussing my stupid chud life. in a stupid "brodsky inspired" pretentious hat. bro who likes to read for "self-improvement" but only reads random shit, like "something from economics, something from philosophy, etc". bro who's doing self-education through some mysterious online courses and never elaborates what they were. bro who's dreaming of being a businessman even, though he was too lazy and irresponsible to start selling the "pk" hats despite many people wanting them. bro who was ghosting english tutors because they were giving him homework and he didn't wanna do it and didn't do it and didn't text the tutors back because they would ask about the homework. which he didn't do. svech had to translate. svech berated him for doing zero shit to get better.
ok, other things. very emotional and naturally funny. svech really loves it. kooch was dreaming about his goalie goal for so long. kept thinking and imagining how he's gonna celly when it happens. maybe he'd do a matthews. maybe he'd jump into boards. something something. was practicing it while playing for wolves, too, staying late and shooting the puck on the dogshit ice. everyone knew, so that's why everyone was so happy when it happened. and then he forgot all about how he was planning to celebrate it and just did whatever. and also ended up in the penalty box in the same game for whatever reason. bro just gets MADDD sometimes. did he threaten to kill svech if he ever pulls a michigan on him? i don't remember. i think it came up.
posts of note: one two three
okay then svech... actually i don't know what to say? he's delighted to be near pk, so. he's kind of a basic guy! he's very cute. likes the backwards cap that hides the incoming norwood baldness disaster. very close with his brother, and they have about same-ish taste in women: american and blond.
he had a cute thing with marty necas and a cute thing with jordan marty(nook). he has a taste for martys, i guess. and for goalies. he's such a goalie fucker. any goalie would do, it's just his thing. he's actually childhood friends with another goalie from kazan, amir miftakhov, now a backup in chicago wolves, i believe (hiiiiii king arty! kazan supremacy 💪💪💪). i know this pisses pk off. it's easy to piss pk off and its somewhat easy to earn forgiveness. i know pk was so pissed off during the cup celebrations because he only played 9 games and 0 playoff ones, i think. it hurts his feelings when he feels disrespected and he likes to hold grudges. that's canonical, not me making shit up. but i will be making shit up from now on.
okayyy so walk with me 🚶 pk is gay, svech is bi. they met each other REALLY early on and kinda instantly bonded. in a way that you latch onto each other as soon you realize that the other guy is also "one of those". it's lonely out there. it's lonely to be a faggot with diva tendencies even in the normal life and especially so in the hockey industrial complex. you don't socialize much outside it, so the guy you find kinda becomes THE guy. it doesn't hurt that svech is so cute. pk got a crush and the crush grew and then kinda solidified and then kinda became a permanent fixture of his mind. just standing around there. i always wanted andrei svechnikov, and sometimes andrei svechnikov wanted me back. we were meant to be Together because we were each other firsts. this is how it works.
but for svech, kind of not really. its so fun with pk! hes effortlessly funny and makes you smile and even the drama and the moods and the grudges aren't tiring, they are like challenges to crack open. what's not fun is the implications. there's a life svech has in mind, that does not include Being Gay. svech is not gay. probably not anything, as far as he's conserved. svech is normal. svech has Woman and Children somewhere in the future, as an endgame. and pk is fun, but he is also embarrassing. the diva behaviors do get uncomfortable for very straight-minded svech. it's like the internalized homophobia tumblr post that goes "ummmmm am i the only Gay Guy who just likes Penis without the faggy rupaul drag race BULLSHIT?" except you are not Gay Guy, you are just a Guy. the faggy bullshit scares svech sometimes. it promises damage to his social status and self-image, espeysh in russia. pk knows it and filters it, but, well. it gets through a bit! try to play it as joke!
sooo tldr they kinda stuck with each other. for different reasons. but they are in tension because of what they are and what they planned for their lifes. they really like each other, maybe even love, but is that enough? hmmm time will tell i guess! there's also sasha nikishin but it's already too long and you need to explain bunch of bullshit before he can appear so maybe later idk. thank you for listening to my coke rant
wait omg i JUST got flashbanged by the memory that patrick kane used to very publicly crush on taylor swift and once even managed to strike up a convo with her but his coach dragged him away bc their bus was leaving lmfao
Okay two things
holy crap lois did she dodge a bullet
this had me checking the archives and apparently the incident was pkane was distracted by taylor swift in the audience and later was yelled at by the coach for talking to her in front of the team bus [x] and my takeaway is: what?
“Kane lost his guy on the backcheck, leading to a goal against. Savard yelled at him that he must have been distracted, looking at two pretty blonde girls who were sitting behind the bench. After the game, Kane was late getting to the team bus because he was talking to the same girls and got yelled at again. The next day Kane went to Savard’s office to give his defense: “You know who those two girls were? One of them was Taylor Swift.” Savard still didn’t know who Taylor Swift was and had to ask his wife.”
and youd think wow! what a doofus, not knowing who taylor swift is! but it happened on February 14, 2008! so it was perfectly reasonable for that guy to not know that. for context, that was pre-fearless. not even you belong with me had been released at this point. not even love story! she just had one album and her latest single at the moment was picture to burn. thats crazy.
