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[fqlkism]

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i’m kennedy. she/her. twenty-one. history buff & nature enjoyer. aspiring author. herbalist & funeral director. horror enthusiast. self-proclaimed theologian & intellectual. avid pinterest user. borderline sports commentator & private journalist.

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[fqlkism]

people i’d like to get to know better!

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- last song: nettles by ethel cain

- currently watching: possum (2018)

- current obsession: brendon park, the habs, and historical death practices

- currently reading: his black tongue by mitchell lüthi & the terror by dan simmons

- currently working on: a couple fics and a novel

- last google search: penguins sing to mourn (i look this up when i need to cry)

- favorite flower: hydrangeas (white or blue)

i tag: @cobblestoned @creoleeggin @abilouwrites @iluvfictionalmenugh @hockeygirlyyyy @sidneyshmidney

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[iluvfictionalmenugh]

all i need

pairing: brad marchand x reader

sneak peek: my headcanons of how brad marchand would be as a boyfriend

cw: mdni 18+, fluff!!!!!!

[writing this at 4am, sorry for any typos/jumbled thoughts]

i hope you enjoy xoxo

brad marchand who only lets his guard down around you. letting you care for any of his hockey injuries with the upmost care, melting into your touch. even though he's already been medically cleared he insists "you know best" before asking you to take care of him.

brad marchand who would drop anything if you needed him. it doesn't matter if it was something small or an emergency, he'd move with the same urgency to get to you.

brad marchand who would never admit it (to anyone else) but loves watching movies with you. half because he gets to stare at you and half because he loves the way you get so excited when he wants to join. grabbing a pile of blankets, snacks and curling your head into his lap before contentedly sighing. he doesn't think there's anything better.

brad marchand who knows how in your head you can get, so whenever he senses you're spiraling and gently grabs your hand. drawing little circles with his fingertips, grounding you.

brad marchand who brings you home a souvenir from every place hockey takes him (even if you're on the road with him). his bag clanking with the magnets, keychains and random pens he grabbed you from every spot along the way. having the biggest smile on his face once he gets home to you before flipping his bag upside down + covering your comforter with all the things he collected for you.

brad marchand who never let's you forget that he's your number one cheerleader. he doesn't just want to financially support you or flaunt you like an object. he genuinely values you and wants to support any goal you personally have.

brad marchand who loves to roughhouse with you. but always has his hand behind your head, making sure you're always safe. something you don't always notice he's doing although he always is.

brad marchand who loves how you grab his arm in crowded places, it makes him want to protect you even more than he already does.

brad marchand who loves to make you laugh. absolutely adoring watching your small smile turn into a full-blown laughing attack, all at his doing.

brad marchand who loves slow mornings with you. he'd make coffee just the way you like it, climbing back into bed with you as the sunshine shines through the blinds. gently tucking your unruly hair behind your ears and covering you in kisses.

brad marchand who loves when you wear his jersey. it actually makes him go crazy, overwhelmed with adoration for you. it's a subtle way to show that your his, without being overbearing. the way it's just a little big on you, smelling distinctly like him. he can't help but want you to wear it every day if he could.

brad marchand who is protective of you. his eyes follow your body while at parties together. checking in with you while his hand gently traces over your shoulder. grabbing drinks for you while you keep grabbing for his hand, placing himself behind you just to make sure the rest of your night goes exactly how you'd like.

brad marchand who gives you his jacket the second he notices you make the tiniest shiver

brad marchand who loves nights in with you. taking you by the waist and dancing around the kitchen, spinning you around. it feels like a fairytale filled with laughs and spins.

brad marchand who loves how you nuzzle into him anytime your close. into his neck, breathing him in. he loves kissing your forehead and smelling your freshly shampooed hair.

taglist : @otto-von-gay @fraulings

thank you so much for your support <3

comment if you'd like to be the first added to my Brad Marchand taglist, mwah!

[abilouwrites]

BUT I LIKE IT WHEN YOU’RE NICE

LIKE IT WHEN YOU’RE NICE TO ME

Brad Marchands routines are simple, especially in summer. Nestled into the east coast home by cape cod; windows opened.

The house custom built to your liking; exactly as you envisioned it, sliding doors that opened the entire back half up to the patio and pool.

This is his perfect summer evening, his sons running around the house, throwing their towels carelessly onto the lawn chairs without a second thought as the jump into the pool.

You’re standing by the grill, potatoes. Two big steaks and smaller cut up steaks on a tray. Your skin darkened by time in the sun, playing with your two sons on the swings. They’d been in the pool earlier you informed him, now they’re jumping back in.

“Hi baby” He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, the skin exposed by your tank top and, his hand gently thumbing at the waistband of your linen pants. Hand protectively swiping over the gentle bump of your stomach, “what have I missed?”

Brad takes the tray from your hand, opening and lighting black stone, “we swam this morning, made lunch and then they watched a movie. The neighbor twins came over for a minute and they all got in the pool. And they just woke up from their naps so we’re swimming again”

He hums beside you, you work on the potatoes, he seasons the steaks. Sips the whiskey you bring him.

“Looks like bed time is going to be easy tonight” He comments. You nod, watching the boys as they splash and squirt each other with water guns.

You all gather outside at the table.

The boys rapidly drying off in an eager await to come to their dinners.

They tuck into bed easily that night, eager to go to bed after hours in the pool. You’re tired too, overjoyed at the simple idea of bedtime with your husband.

It’s the simplest thing in the world, you curled into his side, skin smooth and soft from aloe Vera and sunscreen. His hand gentle against the soft bump of your stomach. Barely noticeable, but noticeable to him.

You hum softly, mumbling something that doesn’t exactly make sense. But he’s happy to hear anyways, “think it’s gonna be a girl” You smile, wiggling to roll closer to him.

He muses the idea, “I like that, little girl running around bullying her brothers around”

You laugh, “you say that, and then in six weeks we’re gonna see it’s a boy”

Brad smiles and leans in, a gentle kiss against your lips. You meet him there, holding him against your lips, “but it’s fun to dream about” He whispers against your lips, “at least for a little while”

You laugh quietly, holding him against yourself, “I want a little girl..” you poke his chest, “I know we said last one.. but. If it’s a boy.. I want one more chance before the vasectomy”

Brad Marchand smiles as he nods

[hockeygirlyyyy]

Can we get some nsfw headcannons of Brad Marchand x younger!reader👀 - 🪼

Pairing: Brad Marchand x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw headcanons, including: squirting, size kink, virgin!reader, oral f!receiving, belly bulge, exhibitionism, possessiveness, public sex, bi!reader, threesome mentions, pegging mention cuming outside and inside.

Brad loves how much younger you are than him, it gets him worked up easily.

Brad is not big but your so much smaller than him that he loves pinning you down and ravishing you. He especially loves watching the bulge in your belly from his cock.

Speaking of Brad in bed, he absolutely loves going down on you, would gladly die between your thighs. The first time he ate you out he made you squirt.

When you met Brad you were a virgin, he's so honored to be your first that teaching you everything gets him hard.

Honestly everything you do gets him hard, especially short skirts and dresses. He will gladly fuck you in public.

Exhibitionist 100% he loves the thought of someone catching you two fucking, he would never share you he's to possessive but the idea of getting caught turns him on.

Brad was tempted when you suggested having a threesome with another girl..he didn't know you were bi until that moment....you two definitely got close to having a threesome with said girl but it never happened.

Brad loves your tits, loves biting and marking a over them.

He also loves you ass, especially fucking you in doggy he always pulls out and cums on your ass.

Brad let you peg him once....he enjoyed it more than he wanted to admit....

Honestly Brad just loves you and your body, he doesn't care what position or what day of the week he just wants you.

Brad loves filling you up, he knows the risk but his possessive ass loves marking your insides with his cum.

[sobcat]

the pressure to have a fulfilling weekend hangs heavy in the friday evening air

[sugaryewscythe]

just a reminder that this blog is run by someone who:

— is anti ICE & fascism — is pro-choice & feminist — supports trans & queer people — hates generative AI & capitalism — supports immigrants & people of color — is pro-environmentalism & social justice — supports palestine & all other territories unjustly suffering

[metallurg-hockey]

[iluvfictionalmenugh]

hello the loml

[xreader1989]

Saw your comment on the Geno x reader post… your work is amazing!

Can I request a Geno x reader co parenting fic where he wants her back and she’s playing hard to get but in the end they get back together with their little family (the kid doesn’t have to be his actual kid, how about a little girl or something )

Thank youuuuu

U + ME = <3

Geno Malkin x fem!reader

Word count: 3.2k Masterlist

This started as a blurb and I got a little carried away so I hope there’s a crowd out there for this! Thank you for the request and sorry I strayed a little from it I just got excited while writing it ❤️

The lake house always smells the same. It smells musky and earthy, like most lake houses tend to. But it also always smells like the coffee beans you had grown addicted to when you had first started seeing Geno all those years ago. And like the detergent you had made him start using instead of the generic brand.

You were together for nearly ten years when you called it off. It was far from an easy decision, but after having your daughter, you felt pushed to the side more than ever. It might sound selfish, but you were always second to hockey. And when your daughter came along, he continued to put you both second. You told him your family wasn’t seasonal, and that if he couldn’t put you first, you would leave.

So five years ago, you moved into your own place, you worked out an amicable schedule that worked with his season and your daughter’s schedule, and you have been going through the motions ever since.

Nearly every year, Geno asked if you wanted to try again. It was always around this time of year, when your daughter turned another year older.

Whether it be the emotion, or the reminiscence, he always asked, “what if we tried again Malyshka?”

And you would smile at him sweetly, or laugh it off, but you never let yourself give in. You never let yourself take it too seriously.

You never really bothered dating, as it never sounded like something you wanted to do again, especially with your complicated family dynamic.

A few weeks ago, when you asked your daughter what she wanted for her birthday, she had said the whole family at the lakehouse. You nearly cringed when she said the lakehouse, you hadn’t been as a family in a long long time.

But that’s how you found yourself here, at the lakehouse, which was a generous term for the beautiful home nestled in between the trees and mountains of Pennsylvania.

It shouldn't feel like home anymore, you had barely been since you separated five years ago. It was his long before it was yours, and you hated feeling like you were impeding on his vacation time.

But somehow, every time you step onto the wraparound porch, it still does.

You tell yourself it’s because you had so many beautiful memories with family and friends there. Late nights, drinks, fires, s’mores, swimming, the list goes on and on. But you know deep down it’s because he is there.

But you push the thought aside, and tell yourself it’s because your daughter is racing down the dock in a bright pink life jacket, shrieking at the top of her lungs because Uncle Sid promised they could race before they jumped in together.

"Uncle Sid! Wait for me!" She yells with both arms above her head as she laughs.

"I am waiting!" Sidney calls back, laughing as she nearly tackles him from behind.

Evgeni stands beside you with an old coffee mug in hand. It was one you had picked out for him almost seven years ago. It had a chip on it, and the words that said #1 DAD were almost completely faded.

"She cheats," he says with a completely straight face.

You roll your eyes and glance over at him, "she's ten."

"Exactly,” he says in his thick accent.

Despite the situation, you laugh and his grin appears instantly.

It's the same one that made you fall in love all those years ago, and it’s the same one that somehow still undoes you now.

For a second, you enjoy the silence and hold his gaze. His stare was more intense then you expected, but it didn’t scare you, in fact you liked the way it made a chill run down your spine like someone had slipped an ice cube down your tshirt.

Just as Geno opens his mouth to speak, your daughter spins around and squeals, "ew!"

You both jump with wide eyes, as if you were caught kissing behind the bleachers.

"What?" You ask innocently, hoping no one notices the heat crawling up your chest to your cheeks.

"You guys are doing the staring thing again,” she groans in annoyance.

"We were not doing anything staring related,” you quip back.

"You were,” she says as she points dramatically between her parents, “that's, like, your thing." She huffed dramatically, the way all nine-soon-to-be-ten-year-olds seemed to do.

Sidney looks over his shoulder and then back at his goddaughter, "...The staring thing?"

"Oh yeah," she says matter-of-factly. "Whenever mommy and daddy are together, I always catch them. When mommy drops me off at daddy’s and then he makes her coffee. Or sometimes at my soccer games—”

Evgeni clears his throat, interrupting her, "I think fish is waiting in lake.” He motions vaguely to the water.

Sidney smirks back at his best friend before grabbing your daughter’s hand and jumping off the dock.

Hours later, you were finally able to corral your daughter into the bath and pajamas. She put up a fight, but not the whiny, tantrum kind, the I’m having way too much fun even though I could fall asleep at any moment kind.

“Mommy?”

You turned and looked at her from where she was slipping her pajamas on.

“Can you and Daddy tuck me in together tonight?” She said it so sweetly your heart melted, “since we’re all having a sleepover?”

You smiled down at her, “I’ll tell you what, go say goodnight to Uncle Sid, and then get Daddy on your way back, yeah?”

Her grin grew from ear to ear, although her heavy eye lids were exposing just how tired she was.

When she came back moments later, her stuffed bunny was clutched tightly to her chest, and her other hand was dragging Geno behind her.

You smiled up at him and met his eyes.

Your daughter climbed into bed and you both leaned down to give her a kiss as she got comfortable.

“Birthday princess tomorrow, yeah?” Geno said softly, his tone strictly reserved for his little girl.

She nodded sleepily.

“Tomorrow is the big day, everyone will be here, so you have to get a good night's sleep love bug,” you said quietly, pushing her hair back.

She mumbled good nights as you turned the lamp off and followed Geno back into the kitchen.

Sid was pouring himself a glass of water, “well she totally wiped me out. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

He made his way down the hall to his assigned room in the lakehouse, and you realized it was just you and Geno.

“You tired?” He asked from the other side of the kitchen island.

You shook your head in response.

“I got that fruity wine you like so much,” he scrunched his nose, “I pour it.”

Before you could say no, the glass was in front of you, “thank you, G.”

He smiled, opening a beer for himself.

“Can you believe she’s ten?” You said as you sipped the light wine, letting it tingle down your throat and go straight to your head.

He let out a chuckle, “no, I remember when we brought her home.”

You smiled down at your glass, you remembered too. The exhaustion and the nerves were overwhelming, but they were all dulled by the unrequited love you felt.

“You’ve made real changes, G. I just want you to know that I’ve seen all the effort for her, and I hate that we had to be apart for you to find it in you. But I’m glad it worked, for the sake of our girl,” you let the admission tumble out of you. Because you had watched him grow for the last five years into the man you always knew he could be.

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “I’m glad too, Malyshka,” he said it quietly, as if he didn’t trust his voice, “you two are everything to me.”

Are. You two are. You focused on the word, let your mind spiral around it for a bit.

It was much different than his usual comedic armor he wore. Your heart fluttered at the nickname, it always did. After all these years you never quite got out of the hold he had on you.

Your friends would say it’s because you wouldn’t let yourself be freed. And as you sat here and let him pour you a second glass, you thought maybe they were right. And for the first time, you didn’t care.

He finished his beer and sighed, “I’m going to bed, tomorrow is big day.”

He squeezed your shoulder, holding your gaze for a second longer than he needed to. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, G.” You said quietly, taking another sip of your wine as he retreated to his room, the room that used to be both of yours.

Maybe he left you sitting here because he knew he wouldn’t last another second without kissing you. At least that’s what you told yourself tofeel better about still having feelings for a man you left five years ago.

The next morning came in like lightning. You wished you hadn’t finished the bottle of wine after Geno left you in the kitchen, but you needed something to focus on after he left you in complete disarray. Now your head pounded as you hung streamers from the ceiling and Sid tied balloons outside.

Geno placed the table cloth down, meticulously placing the desserts exactly how you asked him to.

There was a time where you couldn’t even get him to put his shoes away, now he was placing cupcakes in the shape of a one and zero like they were made of glass.

The bar was low huh? Or were you just finally admitting to yourself that you still loved him?

You shook your head, today was not about you.

Your daughter twirled around in her dress that hung over her swimsuit as she waited for everyone to arrive.

You smiled as Geno took her hand and spun her in a circle, “the most beautiful birthday princess in the world!”

She nearly exploded at the praise, smiling and giggling up at her dad.

The birthday party is exactly what she'd wanted.

All her family and friends were there, swimming, a bonfire, cake, more presents than she ever needed, and you let her not reapplying her sunscreen every two hours slide just for today.

Somehow, in the middle of all of it, you end up standing beside Evgeni more often than not.

He hands you drinks before you even realize you need one, as you’re in full hosting swing. He’s hovering beside you to assist you in anything you need, more drinks, adjust the umbrella, he’s orbiting around you like you’re the sun.

You remind him to put on sunscreen because he never remembers, and he’s too old not to reapply, especially on his nose.

You finish each other's sentences as your recounting stories with family members you haven’t seen in years.

You let yourself smile at how natural it feels to have him in your space, and for you to be in his. You hide your face as his hand sprawls across your lower back without even noticing.

What you don’t know is that Sidney notices… and your daughter definitely notices.

But, neither of you notice them noticing.

Later that evening, once family has dispersed and most of the mess has been cleaned up, she disappears.

"Love bug?" You call out.

Nothing.

"Sweetheart?" You try again.

Still nothing. Evgeni appears beside you, also looking for her.

"She with Sid?" He asks.

"I don't know,” you say with a shrug.

For exactly forty-three seconds, you feel the panic. And you sense that Geno feels it too.

Then Sidney walks around the corner carrying two fishing poles. "Oh, hey,” he says far too casually.

"Where is she?" both of you ask in unison.

He blinks, “probably down by the boathouse.”

"What?" You ask, confused.

"She said she wanted to… set something up,” he says, clearly choosing his words carefully.

"Set what up?" Geno asked.

Sidney suddenly finds the clouds fascinating, "you know."

"No," you say, "I actually don't."

You and Geno exchanged a glance before heading down the vast expanse of the backyard. You make it to the boathouse and carefully step in.

The door swings shut behind you.

Click.

Then above you, twinkle lights messily hung light up as if on queue. Or as if someone beyond this little boat house is holding the remote.

There are two juice boxes on a small blanket and a single flower in a cup in the middle of it.

You spin around, reaching for the latch. The door was locked, or barricaded from the other side. "Seriously?" You mutter

From the other side comes unmistakable giggling, "I learned this from a movie!" Your daughter announces proudly.

Evgeni pinches the bridge of his nose, “Sidney."

"I didn't lock it!" He defended from the other side of the door.

"You helped!" You yelled back.

"I supported the operation," he yelled back, “she pulled the birthday card.”

You hear your daughter gasp, "Uncle Sid! You're not supposed to tell them!”

"I'm cracking under the pressure, I’m not strong like you,” he whisper-yelled back.

You imagine the disappointed look on her face, and you can't help it, you start laughing. You make eye contact with Geno and that makes him crack too. Soon you’re both laughing so hard you're leaning against the old wooden wall.

"I cannot believe..." I manage between breaths.

"Our daughter..." he says.

"...Parent trapped us,” you finished.

He nods, "very smart girl we have,” he says through the laughter.

"Unfortunately,” you say with a sigh.

Silence settles, but it’s comfortable. He looks over at you like he always does.

"I miss this,” he says quietly.

Your smile fades, "so do I."

"The laughing,” he continues, “it was always so easy with you.”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

"The talking,” he adds, “comes so natural and fun.”

"I know,” you say softly,

"You,” he pauses.

Your heart aches.

"I never stopped loving you,” the words escape before you can stop them. You’re not even sure where they came from. Deep in the pit of your heart where you have had them buried for five years. Where they haven’t reached the surface until this very weekend, when you let your guard down.

His eyes close for a second, "I know."

You furrow your brow at him. "You know?"

"I never stop loving you either,” his accent gets thicker whenever he's emotional, “I was angry."

"So was I,” you say, trying to keep the lump in your throat down and the tears in your eyes back.

"We are stupid, no?” He says.

You laugh through unexpected tears, "god, we are so stupid."

He takes one careful step closer, "so many years.”

“I think about calling you almost every day and I almost did a few times,” you admit.

"So why not?" He asked, taking another careful step towards him, until there is very little space left keeping you apart.

You shrug helplessly, "I thought you'd moved on. That it was better this way.”

He actually looked offended. "How?"

"I don't know,” you said simply, shaking your head.

"You only are the only woman,” he says firmly.

The tears spill over, "G..."

He reaches for your hand so slowly that you have every opportunity to pull away.

"I still love you,” he says.

"I still love you too,” you hold his gaze, letting the tears fall slowly down your cheeks.

Outside, you hear some not so subtle whispering.

"Do it," our daughter hisses.

"I'm not telling your father to kiss your mom," Sidney whispers back.

"Chicken,” she throws at him.

"I'm thirty-eight—"

"Chicken!" She doubles down.

Evgeni laughs softly, "they terrible spies."

"The worst,” you say in agreement.

He brushes his thumb across your cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of answering, you close the distance, not wanting to waste another second.

His lips are familiar and warm in the best way. It feels like coming home after wandering for years. The kiss is slow, like you're afraid you’ll scare a fleeting moment away. His hands move to your waist, holding you impossibly close. Your hands naturally find his chest for balance.

When you finally separate, the door bursts open.

"WOOOO!" Your daughter throws both arms into the air. "It worked!" She chants around the boat house.

Sidney follows behind her, looking only mildly embarrassed, "I'd just like the record to show this was entirely her idea."

"It was our idea," she corrects.

"You recruited me,” he narrows his eyes at her.

"I did,” she says with pride.

Sidney sighs dramatically.

Evgeni shakes his head, "you both crazy."

She runs straight towards you both, stopping at your feet and craning her neck to look up at you both.

Geno's hand is still tentatively on your waist, while yours rest on his chest.

"So..." She looks between you expectantly.

"...Are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

You choke on your own laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder as you both look down at her.

Evgeni answers before you can, "I hope."

You look up at him, "you hope?"

He turns fully toward you again, “no, I know.”

He reaches into his pocket, for a moment you panic, but he just pulls out your old house key. The one you had left on the counter five years ago when you moved into your own apartment.

“I never change locks,” he shrugs.

You stare at the key resting in his palm.

His voice is barely above a whisper, “house hasn’t felt right in five years.”

Your chest tightens.

"I keep thinking," he says, "maybe one day you come home."

You don't trust yourself to speak.

"So..." He takes a breath, "come back."

You blink.

“Move back into our house,” he looks at you, then your little girl, who is smiling so bright you know her cheeks are going to hurt later

He squeezes your hand, “not because we have daughter.”

“Hey,” she says, slightly offended, making you laugh wetly.

He smiles, that same impossibly soft smile that stole my heart years ago, "because I love you."

"I love you too,” you say quickly, like the words came out before your brain caught you.

"We start over,” he says, nudging the key towards you again.

You look out at the lake through the door behind Sid, who was leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face.

You look at the porch where you spent countless summer evenings and the dock where you'd dreamt about the future before life got in the way. And you look at the dock where you told Geno you were pregnant.

Then you look at your daughter, who is trying—and failing—not to bounce with excitement.

Sidney catches your eye and quietly gives you a tiny thumbs-up.

Then, you finally look back at Evgeni, "I'd like that."

His smile breaks into something brighter than I've seen in years.

"Really?"

"Really."

Before you know it, he's wrapped you in a hug so tight your feet nearly leave the floor.

Your daughter lets out the loudest cheer imaginable, “MOMMY AND DADDY ARE IN LOVE!"

Evgeni kisses the top of your head. He pulls back just enough to look at you.

"Now,” he smiles, "we finally get a second chance."

And standing in the old boathouse, with your daughter grinning between you and Sidney pretending he definitely wasn't wiping away a tear, you realize you could finally come home.

Tags (all): @ilocuras24 @nyxmoretti @kmc1989 @destinyg237

[fqlkism]

are you okay with following people here you hate on another app lolz

i’ve read this several times and i gen don’t know what this means im so sorry …

[fqlkism]

chat, just found out i share a username with someone on a different platform. i do not know who that is lol.

but if u want to be mutuals on said platform, message me ;)

[fqlkism]

are you okay with following people here you hate on another app lolz

i’ve read this several times and i gen don’t know what this means im so sorry …

[bubbleguppies42]

thinking about sid being the world's biggest lightweight (and being a little bit in love with geno)

geno bringing home a drunk sidney from the bar, laughing heartily as he drags sidney through the doorway. you laugh at the sight, setting your wine glass down onto the counter and accepting that your quiet night in is over. you're very aware that sidney can't handle alcohol well, always making for an interesting night when he decides to overindulge. geno greets you as sidney mumbles something unintelligible. "sid drink many mojitos" geno tells you with a crooked smile as he escorts sidney to the living room. sid

you nod at geno's admission, padding over to the couch. when you arrive, you're met with a very giggly sidney, a loud gasp leaving his mouth when he realizes who you are. "OH my god baby, what are you doing here?" he slurs, staring up at you with the widest eyes you've ever seen. you and geno both laugh at his question, "I live here, honey, this is our house." sidney sits up suddenly, almost falling backwards in his drunken state, before glancing around your home. "g told me he was taking me to his place...'m so happy you're here." sidney babbles at you before reaching out to you, making grabbing motions with his hands until you step close enough for him to touch you.

once close enough, sidney wraps his arms around you, allowing his face to slump against you. geno chuckles as he sits down on the couch a few seats away from sidney, watching how sidney melts into you. your fingers find sidney's hair, nails scratching against his scalp affectionately. sidney moans softly at your motions, pulling a laugh from geno as he does. "sidney you whipped" geno teases, snickering as sidney flips him off.

"at least my girlfriend scratches my head when I'm drunk..." sidney mumbles into you, not making much sense as he trails off. you step back slightly from sidney, getting a whine from him in response. "why don't we get you in bed," you suggest softly, reaching for his hand as he collapses back into the couch. he groans in response, mumbling something about being comfortable and not wanting to get up.

you sigh and look to geno for help, he nods without saying anything, understanding what you're asking him to do. at this point you had almost forgotten that geno was also drinking, his slight stumble as he stands reminding you of his inebriated state. geno makes his way over to sid, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. "up, sidney" he says with a huff, not nearly as soft as you were. sidney groans dramatically but sits up, staring at geno with his big brown eyes.

geno meets sidney's eyes for a moment before sitting down next to him. he grabs sidney's arm and slings it over his shoulder, "bedroom now, stand with me" geno tells him, not giving sid any other options. and just as he was told to do, sidney stands up, leaning on geno with a smile. "you're warm" sidney slurs out, his cheeks red from the alcohol. geno laughs softly as he helps sidney walk to your bedroom, supporting his best friend with ease as they stumble their way down the hallway.

you'd always known that there was something beneath the surface with sid and geno, but you had never mentioned it. tonight it was blaringly obvious that something more was going on.

you entered your shared bedroom just as sidney collapsed onto the bed with a huff. as geno starts to pull away from him, sidney groans, pulling geno down onto the bed with him. because of his current state, geno falls down onto the bed next to sid.

you don't read into it too much, knowing that sidney is a very clingy drunk, and geno is his best friend, so it's probably nothing. well, at least it seems like nothing until geno moves to lie on his back and sidney crawls into his arms. you don't mention it when sidney lays his head on geno's chest, or when geno wraps his arms around sidney, pulling him tight against him.

you opt to leave them alone and finish your wine. you exit the room quietly, making your way to the kitchen with a yawn. your glass is exactly where you'd left it on the counter, the light yellow liquid calling to you. you grab the glass and walk into the living room, settling onto the couch with a blanket draped over your legs.

deciding to let sid and geno sleep some of their alcohol off, you grab the TV remote, turning it on and scanning netflix for a few minutes. eventually, you settle for an episode of Criminal Minds. sidney doesn't like crime shows because they're "unrealistic and give people ideas." you think that he's dramatic, and aren't too worried about getting drugged and tortured by Mr. Scratch.

you enjoy the peace and quiet that has shockingly returned to your night. the wine adding to the calm that has washed over you. as the episode ends, you grab your phone from the coffee table, and take your glass to the kitchen. you place it in the sink, deciding that it will get washed tomorrow.

as you make your way to yours and sidney's shared bedroom, you hear faint snoring echoing down the hallway. you laugh to yourself, very curious to see which one of the two men is producing such a sound. upon entering the bedroom, you realize that the answer is both of them, though geno is much louder than sidney is, his snore more of a snort than anything.

you snap a picture of the two, sidney is still curled up beside geno with his head on his chest and one leg draped across him. geno has an arm wrapped around sidney, holding him close against him. you wonder for a moment if this is the first time that this has happened, ultimately shaking the thought off as you decide who to wake first.

you decide that geno would be easier to wake than sidney, tapping his shoulder gently. when he doesn't move, you opt to shake him instead. this wakes him, a groan rumbling from his chest. as his eyes open, geno registers the weight of sidney on him, moving carefully so as not to wake him up. geno jerks slightly when he sees you standing next to him, quickly realizing where he is.

you give a small smile as geno carefully climbs out of your bed, sliding a pillow under sidney's head where he had been lying moments ago. the two of you walk out into the hallway before speaking. "the spare bedroom has fresh sheets, you're more than welcome to stay the night." you tell geno, hoping that he doesn't try to drive home after their night out. he nods slowly, the sleep still evident on his features. "thank you, I get coffee for us tomorrow" he murmurs back to you with a yawn.

just as he starts to turn around you ask him a question. "is sidney always like this when he's this drunk?" geno's eyes widen slightly at the mention of sidney, "only sometimes, sidney very clingy, scared to be alone when he too drunk." you nod, accepting his answer, "okay, good night geno." you say before walking back into the bedroom, closing the door carefully behind you.

you admire sidney, his normally tight muscles relaxed and peaceful. he looks gorgeous, completely calm for once in his life. you kiss his forehead softly before climbing into bed next to him. the mattress shifts under your weight, causing sidney to stir slightly. as you lay down, he turns to face you, wrapping an arm around your waist before drifting back to sleep.

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SFW alphabet [geno malkin]

pairing: geno malkin x reader

disclaimer: my personal headcanons for how geno would act in SFW ways! sweet geno!

cw: mdni 18+, sweet geno, fluff!!!, developing/established relationship

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Geno is unapologetically affectionate. Mostly through touch, always with bold displays to make sure you cannot miss them. 

Whether its standing behind you with one hand on your waist and one on your shoulder, as he gently rests his head atop yours. No matter how many chirps he gets from his friends or teammates, about being too clingy with you, he’ll never stop loving you loudly. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be the life of the party. Always riling you up and trying to make you laugh all the time. Dragging you to every party in the relative vicinity of you.

He tries to take nothing too serious, except when you need to talk to him. He can suddenly listen for hours (while interjecting every 10 seconds with an exhagerrated sound or his thoughts on the manner). 

The friendship began the first time you went to the hockey arena he was playing at. You were completely and utterly lost. Hot dog in one hand, drink in the other, while the baseball hat you had just picked up from the gift shop fell off your head. You felt a hand whoosh by you catching your hat before it hit the ground, he handed it back to you with the biggest smile imaginable. You couldn’t help but laugh as he placed it back on your head. You ended up chatting for as long as he could before his game and you had been two peas in a pod ever since. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Geno loves when he’s able to wrap himself completely around you, feelng you melt under his embrace. He loves when he’s able to feel like he’s protecting you, making you feel safe.

He also adores when you guys are sitting on the couch and you plop your head into his lap as he plays with your hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Geno wants to settle down with you, he feels like he gets everything and more he needs from you. He falls into an uncharacteristic domestic bliss with you. Doing all the things he didn’t think he’d do naturally with you.

He doesnt cook often but when he does it is all authentic dishes he learned in Russia. He said it reminds him of home and you notice how any time he’s feeling sad he reaches for the ingrediants he needs while silently making something farmiliar. It tugs at your heart strings but it always helps him feel better. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Geno wants to be committed to you and he is. He is in no rush to get married, happy to just spend time with you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He speaks to you gently and listens attentively. Physically he knows how much bigger he is than you and he uses it to protect you. Gently carrying you once you’re feeling tired, placing kisses atop your head, gently running his hand up and down your back when you’re feeling sore. 

He’ll whisper you sweet words as you’re falling asleep, promising to always look after you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Geno loves hugs. Gives you as many as he can, as often as he can. He loves the feeling of hugging you from behind, wrapping his strong arms around you. 

He loves clinging onto you, which means hugging is one of the main easy ways he can show love everywhere you guys end up. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You wouldn’t know it until later but he said it in Russian to you a few months into dating. 

“Я тебя люблю” He said through a nonstop smile, you knew later on why he looked so proud of himself. It was a look of love. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous. He get’s protective and is quick to show displays of affection as a rebuttal to anyone who thinks they can try to flirt with you. He, not so discretely, puts himself in between anyone who is getting a little too ‘friendly’.

He never gets angry at you, rather deeply kissing you through a smile to remind everyone that youre his. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Geno loves to french kiss you. Passionate. Intimate. All consuming. The kind of kisses that have you floating afterwards, completely in awe.

In the mornings he’ll kiss you through sleepy eyes, sloppy and soft. 

He loves when you trail kisses up and down his body, making him practically whine with anticipation.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is a natural around little ones. Being nurturing, funny and kind all at once. Letting them jump all over him while he explodes into laughter. He wants kids with you and there’s no doubt in your mind he’ll be the best papa possible, always thriving to give the little ones the best life possible. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Your mornings are blissfully comfortable with him. Never having you move a finger before you’re ready to get up. He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in as much of you as possible. He picks you up, like you’re a feather, and plops you both onto the couch as he pats his lap for you to rest your head on. 

Eventually you’ll get up to make coffee for both of you, spending the rest of your sleepy morning side by side with Geno before he heads out to morning skate. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

During the hockey season he loves when you join him on the road. Your interactions are brief but passionate, expensive meals, sneaky meet ups, encouraging talks. Just seeing you in his jersey in the stands is enough to make his night any night.

In the off season he’s either dragging you out to the bars or settling for a much more tame night. Curling up together and watching endless movies, in complete comfort. He’ll give you massages and praises for how much you helped him through the season. 

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is very closed off at first. He is protective of himself, especially after everything that he has gone through. He doesnt like to share too much revealing information, just by habit. He starts to realize after time that you never push, always understanding of his hesitancy and it makes him open up. Slowly sharing anecdotes and little things that make you understand him more everyday. 

It’s rewarding and makes you happy to know that he trusts you so much and it’s the first time that he’s felt truly safe to reveal all of himself to someone. To you. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Geno does not get angered easily, rather he laughs in the face of anger. He can’t help but think it’s so ridiculous, especially when people get angry at him. He can’t take it seriously what so ever.

With you he is utterly patient. He would never even dare to raise his voice at you, the most being stern (which you like anyways so you don’t mind). You always get his sterness to disperse the second your hands are on him.

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He keeps track of all your favorite things on a mini notepad. Covered in Russian scribbles and little drawings, you couldn’t understand it even if you tried but it keeps track of all of your favorite things. Your favorite meals, drinks, movies, date nights, flowers, all of it. 

He’s so meticulous, which you would not have assumed when you first met him. He comes across so laid back but he truly does track every little thing when it comes to you. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Geno is extremely protective of you. Speaking up if anyone disrespects you or even insinuates that they will. Physically protecting you, easily. 

He’s not overbearing, he trusts you completely, just watchful. His eyes never leave you even when you’re not looking, making sure you’re always safe. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Since the season is so busy he tries to make you feel appreciated in little ways everyday. Whether it be buying you your favorite drink and stocking the entire fridge with it before he leaves. Always making sure you have fresh flowers. Dressing up nice and taking you out on your anniversary. He loves to make you feel loved, so he’s always looking for new ways to put in even more effort into you. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He can’t remember a time before you. He doesn’t even know how to function without you anymore. He needs you in every way, feeling an ache in his chest whenever you’re not near. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has to be touching you to fall asleep (when you’re in the same place). Whether it be you laying on his chest, him wrapping his arms around you, his hand slightly on your back… he just has to be touching you in some way.

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