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OPEN STARTER - YELENA BELOVA
"Fuck it, I'm drunk. Let's play Truth or Dare."
He rolled his eyes
“I hate when you play the ‘I had a traumatic childhood’ card. But okay.”
in reality he just hated the fact that he couldn’t say no to her.
“Truth or dare?”
can you lock the fuck in (romantic)
Shane’s face looked like the human embodiment of the -.- emoji.
“Ilya Hollander are you seriously bonding with our daughter over the fact that you both like my boobs?!”
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Ilya smirked. "Obviously. You won't let me skate with her or drive with her so this is how we will bond for now," he replied to Shane.
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“Oh forgive me for wanting our child to live past the age of five!”
He wasn’t really mad. He loved his idiot husband and his precious daughter who could do no wrong
"How do you always manage to find alcohol?"
She was starting to get slightly concerned for her tiny girlfriend and scooped her up into her arms so that she would be able to sober up.
"Do we need to go home?"
"I have my methods," she said enigmatically, a giggle slipping out. A lithe arm moved to wrap around Nebula's strong shoulders, and Mantis nuzzled the side of her girlfriend's face. "Nebbie, you are so pretty... It's not fair! It's not fair how much I want to kiss your face... even when we argue... I want to kiss your pretty face always."
The empath was rambling, but she was too in love to care. And too tipsy, too.
Even in her drunken state, Mantis always knew the way to make her heart skip a beat. She liked this side of Mantis; carefree and a little bit lighter in the metaphorical weight she carried on her shoulders.
She rolled her eyes and gave Mantis a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek.
“Happy now?”
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Shane purring twice is driving me crazy.
baby Ilya’s tiny angry Russian ranting when Irina won’t let him stay on the ice and his cheeks are all bright pink and his little nose is wet and he’s plopping down onto the ice and crossing his arms and yelling NYET NYET NYET.
Across the ocean at the exact same time, the exact same thing is happening to a very exhausted Yuna Hollander.
i just HAD to draw this
you know Ilya is clutching his chest from the cuteness aggression
happy wet shane wednesday 💦🍆
so shane can come untouched, right? at this point it's almost a novelty the way ilya can get him to do it, and it's so easy to get him there too especially with penetration. shane has prostate orgasms all the fucking time it's literally one of his fav ways to come and one of ilya's fav ways to get him there. but the thing about these orgasms is usually ilya is on top and only looking at shane's face, or behind and only looking at shane's hole. he rarely ever actually gets to see shane's cock when he comes like this, and he realizes how fucked up it is that despite making shane come like this so often, he's never fully been able to appreciate the spectacle of it yk?
so i think ilya proposes fucking in front his bedroom mirror so he can get a good look, because he wants to see. and even though shane feels a little self conscious abt it (i'm imagining this during their situationship era) it's also ridiculously hot to him so of course he says yes. so that's how they find themselves standing in front of ilya's full length bedroom mirror, skin to skin, ilya pressed firmly against shane's back with his cock buried deep inside of him. and shane's head is lolling back against ilya's shoulder, knees bending slightly to give him a better angle (and also bc he can barely stand up when ilya's fucking him like this). ilya's pace is slow, deep, precise. he pulls out slow and fucks back in slow, adonis belt slapping firmly against shane's ass every few seconds and making his cheeks jiggle like he's in a porno. but ilya can barely even pay any attention to that because he's too distracted by what's staring back at him in the mirror.
The night before Shane might win his third Stanley cup, Ilya sends him the clip of his Stanley cup win.
Confused, Shane immediately calls him.
"Is this some new and unique way to psych me out before the final, Rozanov? I didn't know you had money on Detroit."
"No, I am sending for a good reason," Ilya laughs. "I know it sucks for us that when you win all your team will be kissing their girlfriends and Pike will be making out all gross with Jackie, and we will not be able to. So, I wanted to show you exactly where I first kissed the cup. It was on the top, right over where it says Ottawa 1905, left of where it says 'Challenge Cup'. I remember because I did this on purpose. We weren't anything then, but I was thinking of you. I couldn't help thinking of you. So if you kiss the same place, it will be a little like we are sharing a kiss. And only we will know about it."
And Shane feels the air clean knocked out of his lungs and the back of his throat get tight, as he barely gets out, "Baby, that's... Thank you. I don't know what to say. I love you so fucking much. I'll make sure you see our kiss, okay?"
"I will be watching. I love you, My Shane. Go show the world why Shane Fucking Hollander is the goat, okay?"
On the night Shane wins his third Stanley Cup, he kisses their spot on the cup, thinking only of Ilya, and longs for a day where he can pull him onto the ice like Scott did with Kip.
On the night Shane wins his fourth Stanley cup, he hoists the cup into the air with his captain, they both kiss the same spot on the trophy, and then in front of the world, on his home ice, Shane Hollander kisses his husband, and it feels like a promise fulfilled.
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OPEN STARTER - YELENA BELOVA
"Fuck it, I'm drunk. Let's play Truth or Dare."
“You can’t be serious.”
OPEN STARTER - BUCKY BARNES
"Don't look at me like that. I'm fine. Just—tired, is all."
He is more than tired. He's the kind of tired that sinks into the bones and rots. The kind of tired that weighs the body down. When he thinks back on the last few days, all of them spent in or near his bed, he realizes he may need to reevaluate what fine means. But for now he simply hopes the other will accept his excuse and leave him be. He won't be so lucky.
“Yeah…okay. I believe you.”
Obviously he didn’t. He knew when someone was lying because he was an expert in lying himself.
growing closer. prompts for characters getting to know each other.
“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”
“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”
“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”
“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”
“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”
“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”
“you seem restless.”
“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”
“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”
“you look like you haven't slept.”
“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”
“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”
“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”
“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”
“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”
“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”
“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”
“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”
“you seem to know more than you're saying.”
“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”
“do you always look this serious?”
“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”
“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”
“you always seem to be watching.”
“i think you've been avoiding me.”
“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”
“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”
“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”
“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”
“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”
“you make a terrible liar.”
“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”
“i think people underestimate you.”
“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”
“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”
“i wasn't sure you'd come.”
“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”
“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”
“you're surprisingly good company.”
“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”
“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”
“i don't usually tell people this...”
“you make that look easy.”