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Interests
Videogames I play a lot of different ones just ask if you want specifics!
Reading it's been a minute since I've had time to read an actual book but I do read fics when I have time
Starwars my favorite characters are Anakin, Kylo/Ben, and Cal!
Stranger Things especially Billy and Steve
Anime that I've watched recently Kaiju No. 8, Chainsaw Man, Neon Genesis Evangelion, just started Apothecary Diaries!
Love and Deepspace Sylus is my favorite
I love art! I want to get back into drawing so I can make art of the characters I like
I'm awkward as hell so if we ever interact I'm going to apologize now 😂
My adhd tends to pick whatever I'm into at the moment so this blog will be hella random 😅
If you want to be friends/talk just hit me up I'm down to talk I'm just bad at starting conversations (anxiety and a mild fear of people will do that 😅)
That's all I can think of. So I hope you're doing well and May the Force be with you on your journey! 💙❤️
David jumping to all stars as the moment where Shane and Ilya first hooked up is so funny when you think about it. "You had such great chemistry." Like it's funny enough if he thought they hooked up because of their chemistry on the ice. It's even funnier if he thought they fucked to get that chemistry. He assumes they arrived there as enemies and had sex as some kind of really intense get-along shirt.
When Shane gets traded to Ottawa, Harris posts a pic of itty bitty toddler Shane in an Ottawa Centaurs jersey that he is absolutely drowning in (it‘s David‘s) cheesing like there is no tomorrow, next to a pic of current Shane in his new Centaurs jersey with the caption: welcome home, Shane.
the “this is your house I’m not making you sleep on the couch” “yeah but you’re the guest you take the bed” conversation between ur otp right before they share the bed reblog if u agree
“Either you’re taking the couch or sleeping with me, pick one.”
Steve stares down at Billy like he’s grown a second head, plays out how well things would go over if he tried to physically shove Billy out the bed.
His bed.
Steve had just gotten out the shower, was towel drying his hair, more than ready to jump into bed and sleep only to find Billy Hargrove stretched out all over it stripped down to nothing but his boxers.
Since then they’ve been arguing for what felt like ever but the reality is maybe three minutes of back and forth, of Steve shouting for Billy to get out and Billy refusing to move.
“Fuck you I’m not taking the couch in my own home!” Steve throws his wet towel at Billy’s head, Billy grunts and rolls over.
The audacity.
“Fine, scoot over!” Steve huff’s, stomps over to his bed and pulls back the covers to slide in leaving a fair amount of distance between them.
Billy waste no time closing it, wraps his arm around Steve’s middle despite the brunets protest and pulls him flush against his broad chest.
“What are you doing?”
Billy shrugs and tightens his grip. “I’m a cuddler, figured you should get used to it now because we’re waking up like this either way, Pretty Boy.”
Billy and Robin meeting up in private wearing sunglasses.
Robin, sliding Billy $10: So?
Billy: Heather’s shift ends today at 6. She likes horror films. The cinema is showing The Shining around 7 If you want to go.
Billy, sliding back the same $10: Now don’t forget your part of the deal.
Robin, pocketing the $10: Dingus is off today. He’s working tomorrow from 8am until 1. Don’t order the Sundae Supreme it’s too complicated for him to make and he gets flustered about it.
shane is stepping into the shower and not even a full minute later ilya is right behind him and shane’s like “you know we can shower separately?” and ilya just goes “ah no we can’t we’re married” and shane laughs and says “ilya not all married couples shower together” and ilya’s like “they should it’s the law” and shane’s like “what law?” and ilya goes “marital law” and shane says cackling “there’s no such thing” and ilya just says shrugging “there’s and you’re not allowed to shower by yourself you need me to wash your hair and your body” and shane’s like “this is just an excuse to touch me naked” and ilya grins and goes “no it’s the marital law” and shane just shakes his head laughing because his husband is absolutely ridiculous and he loves him so much
The longest ongoing argument between Shane and Ilya is who made the first move. Their friends and teammates have learned to never ask that question or they'll argue about it for hours.
"So, how did you two meet?" That was fine, safe territory.
They both answered the same way, "a parking lot in Saskatchewan when we were 17."
But, the question, "so who made the first move?" Unsafe territory, turn back now.
"You introduced yourself to me!"
"That wasn't making a move! You organized a whole photoshoot."
"You shook my hand, twice! You looked me up and down!"
"I did not!"
"You had a crush on me."
"You had a crush on me!"
"You called me a hot player to watch."
"I did not and you know that, Rozanov."
"My English wasn't good."
"You - okay, draft night?"
"What about it? Oh, when you kept staring at my cock?"
"No! When you kept touching my hand and had your legs all spread in front of me!"
"You were staring at me."
"You winked at me."
"You took water bottle."
"Because you told me to!"
"Well, you were blushing on photoshoot."
"You called me pretty, twice!"
"You were laughing!"
"So were you!"
"Because you kept looking at me like - like that!"
"You told me you organized the shoot!"
"You agreed to it! You wanted to see me again."
"You starting jerking off at me in the shower!"
"Only because you were checking out my ass!"
"I was not!"
"Yes, you were! I would not do that if you were not checking me out!"
"You asked for my room number!"
"You waited for me to come out of the shower - I gave you time to leave!"
"I was drying my hair."
"You were waiting for me."
"I was not, I just wanted to talk!"
"Talk! You wanted to talk to hot Russian you invited to your room at night?"
I can so imagine a scenario where Billy and Steve have been screwing around for months, like months, and while Billy has plenty of experience with sex, he’s never slept with anyone quite like Steve.
Steve who holds his hand during sex, Steve who gets off on Billy’s pleasure, Steve who kisses him before and after and during, who likes cuddling, who doesn’t avoid being seen with Billy at all and actually starts hanging out with Billy at school and out of it, who invites him to play basketball in the park and to get food after, and to stay over at his house like every weekend.
Naturally, Billy thinks they’re dating.
But they never talk about it. Somehow, for months of this, it never comes up in conversation how to define their relationship. It’s not exactly necessary, both of them being content as they are with what they have with each other. Whatever they think it is.
Until, of course…
Senior Prom.
Billy’s been dodging prom invitations left and right for two weeks now, leaving a trail of pouty glossed lips behind, claiming he has no interest in going to “the party equivalent of daytime tv”. Steve hasn’t said anything about it except a half-muttered comment that he went to Junior Prom with Nancy, after which he immediately changed the subject. Billy assumed he didn’t want to go either.
Which is why Billy’s surprised when he hears through the school grapevine that Becky Olson asked Steve to Prom and he said yes.
When Billy shows up at Steve’s house after school that day, he’s rage smoked half a pack of cigarettes and stewed in his anger all through the afternoon. Even Max heard about it all the way in the middle school, and offered to take Steve’s bat to his balls. Billy drops Max off at home after promising that if he doesn’t kill Steve, he’ll let her at him.
He lets himself into Steve’s house (Steve always leaves the door unlocked for him) and goes straight to Steve’s room (it’s routine by now), where he finds him sitting on his bed, going through cassette tapes.
“Hey, man,” Steve says. Entirely unconcerned.
Billy’s nostrils flare.
“What the fuck, Steve? Is that what you’re gonna say? ‘Hey, man’?”
Steve does look up then, and frowns at Billy, fucking confused. Like Billy’s saying nonsense.
“Yes? Hello? How was your day?” Steve says, nose scrunching up. “What am I supposed to say?”
Billy can’t fucking believe this. This whole time, Steve’s been so- Now he’s acting like he didn’t even do anything.
“Maybe start by telling me what the hell you’re thinking going to prom with some chick!” He yells, like he hasn’t been cursing her name for at least two hours.
Steve gets up from the bed then, runs a hand through his stupid hair, crosses his arms. Billy can see he’s closing himself off, going on the defensive right off the bat.
“Why are you mad at me about this? You don’t even wanna go,” Steve doesn’t raise his voice, but his words echo in the room same as a slap on his face would.
“I don’t know, Steve, maybe I’m mad my boyfriend’s going on a date with some girl!”
This isn’t making any fucking sense. Steve isn’t like this, an inconsiderate asshole going behind Billy’s back. He’s sweet. He’s always been sweet.
There’s something wrong here, and Billy can’t put his finger on it, and it just makes him angrier.
Steve rears back, brows going up, up, up towards his hairline, eyes wide, a sea of white around brown.
“Boyfriend?” He repeats. Licks his lips. “How- Why would you say boyfriend?”
Billy’s stomach sinks, takes everything in his abdominal cavity with it. He feels hollow, weighed down. All the fight has been sucked out of him.
That’s why the conversation felt off.
"Because we've been dating for like, three months, Steve," Billy says, or forces out, and his voice comes out shaky.
They were. He thought they were. Steve’s been- He holds Billy’s hand. They go on dates, as much as they can while staying under the radar. Billy stays over most weekends. It’s never been like this with anyone else, for Billy, not even in California. Even Before.
Steve’s eyes are still wide, but his eyebrows are doing the puppy dog thing, turned up at the inner corners like he’s hurt.
“I…” He starts, stops. Decides on something else. “We never talked about this.”
Billy rears back this time, feeling the sentence like a blow, and Steve follows him with a step forward, hand reaching out.
“I mean- shit,” Steve says, stammers, runs a hand down his face. “I didn’t know you felt that way. About me. I thought you didn’t-”
“What the fuck did you think when we were going on fucking dates, Steve?!”
“You’re my best friend!” Steve says, and it stings. “We do everything together!”
“And suck each other’s dicks, too!”
“I thought-”
“Thought what, this was some friends with benefits shit? If you’re my best friend and we’re boning, how’s that different from a relationship, Steve?!”
“We never talked about it!” Steve finally raises his voice, and the sound of it stuns Billy.
Steve makes an aborted motion with his hand, then again, before closing it into a fist by his side. He rubs at his eyes with his other hand, but not before Billy sees they are wet.
“I’m not going to assume you’re in love with me, Billy! What if I’m wrong? What if I spend months thinking you love me and it turns out to be bullshit?”
Steve’s breathing hard as he finishes speaking, cheeks blotchy red, and hands shaking. He looks terrified right now, terrified Billy’s going to give up on him and leave, going by how he glances from Billy to the door; terrified he’s hurting Billy, because he keeps reaching out but doesn’t step any closer.
Billy feels something click, then, a piece of the puzzle that was grating on him with jagged edges smooths outs and slots into place. That’s the Steve he knows, with his head tangled in so many feelings he can’t parse them out, but never uncaring. Never cold.
“Well, I do,” Billy says, stepping closer to Steve.
He walk forward until their toes are almost touching, until Steve has to tilt his head down to look Billy in the eye. Billy takes a breath and raises an eyebrow, raises his chin, gives Steve his best smirk like wants to eat him alive. Takes a chance.
“I do love you. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Steve’s eyes jump between his, mouth parted, like a man lost searching for something. Like he’s looking at something holy. Billy feels tentative fingertips at his elbows, then fingers running up his triceps, until finally one of Steve’s hands closes around his arm. The other continues up, up, a long tingling line to his neck, and Steve cups his jaw like something precious. Rubs his thumb on Billy’s cheekbone, feather light, but Billy feels it like a brand.
“You mean it?” Steve’s voice comes out in a ragged whisper, breath spilling over Billy’s lips.
“I do.” They’re so close. Billy wants to take in all of Steve’s face, the way he’s looking at Billy, with his eyes half lidded and his lips parted, like he’s everything Steve could ever want.
“Basketball in the park,” Steve says, out of nowhere, voice still low. “In February. You complained about the cold the whole time but you still kicked my ass. I bought you a burger at the diner, after. That was our first date.”
Billy’s face splits into a grin so wide his cheeks hurt, and he bunches his hands in Steve’s dumb polo shirt, pulls him closer until Steve has to lean down those two inches to press their foreheads together.
“I love you,” Steve whispers against Billy’s lips, “I’m so in love with you.”
Billy nods, barely moving his head, unwilling to part where they’re touching, “‘m in love with you.”
Their lips really touch then, feeling like the first time even if they’ve kissed a thousand times before, are as familiar with each other’s mouths as they are with their own.
The scrape of Steve’s teeth against Billy’s bottom lip pulls a moan out of Billy, and he presses himself tighter to Steve’s body, pulls at his chest, his hips, wants to climb inside him and never leave.
No one’s ever felt like this. No one’s ever made Billy feel like this, this wanted, this needed, like the world starts and ends with them, together. That’s why Billy was so sure they were together. It couldn’t be anything else.
Steve’s the best thing that’s ever happened to Billy, and he’s not gonna let him go without a fight.
