#drabblies

[brettfishy]

John/luke curls? Loving these cute stories!!

Somehow this one was the hardest one, not because I don't have feelings about it but because I have TOO MANY! I don't even know if this is what I meant to write when I started lmao

My curly haired boys 🥹🥰

Every guy John had ever been with had been weird about his hair. Always wanting to touch his curls and giving unsolicited advice on how to care for them. It generally annoyed him. Okay his hair was curly, it’s not like it was something he did on purpose. 

He gets it now, lying in bed on a lazy day-off morning.

Looking at Luke’s curls, fanned out on his pillowcase, practically glowing in the sunlight like a halo, John wants to run his hands through them so much that they lose their curl and lie flat against his head. He wants to massage Luke’s scalp until he falls asleep with his head in John’s lap. He wants to grip them tight while they kiss, or fuck, or when Luke is on his knees in front of him.

He wants to wake up and see those curls laid out on his pillow every morning for the foreseeable future.

“I love you,” he says, having not fully processed the thought but 100% sure of the conviction behind it.

Luke’s smile lights up the room more than the morning sun coming in through the window ever could when he returns the words, giving John the opportunity to wrap his fingers into those curls as they kiss lazily, nowhere to be today but together.

[possiblyhomer]

for the lil ask game 8 bc it feels like a mystery box😌

You get a random little story I thought of in the shower. I'm only giving you a piece tho~

"Go back to hell from whence ye came!" Shouted the old exorcist. His voice was barely audible against the roaring of the fire in front of him, meant to incinerate the corporeal form of the creature in that hut while his words attacked its incorporeal spirit.

Then, a deafening sound drowned out both the man's words and the fire. An inhuman laugh, as ineffable and chaotic as the watery abyss itself, echoed from the flames, which turned from crimson to an unearthly blue.

"Fire!" A voice laughed. "You actually tried to use FIRE against me!!"

The fire danced and moved like curtains on a stage, making way for the being that claimed it. "Maybe if you were doing this with the safety of your village in mind instead of just trying to show people how strong and powerful you are, it might've actually worked!"

[brettfishy]

Lukemarino - sleep

It's been a long time since John has had someone regularly in his bed; must have been back in college, there were a couple boyfriends who stuck around long enough to get comfortable in his space before deciding that they really couldn't deal with his focus being on hockey most of the time.

Being with Luke was so different in every way, not the least bit because John was allowed, encouraged even, to talk about hockey all the time with both Luke and his entire family; a family who had been surprisingly welcoming to the quote unquote veteran dating their 20 year old son; he probably had Jack to thank for that, must have put a good word in.

He still woke up in the night a couple times a week, startled by the presence of someone else in his bed, some nights he would jump enough to rouse his partner, Luke would pull him closer and mumble nonsense in a vaguely soothing voice trying to lure John back to sleep; it would be stupid if it didn't work most of the time.

John's favorite nights were when he woke up slowly and silently enough to get himself all the way conscious without waking Luke, that way he could take his time to just look at him.

He was so beautiful, maybe not conventionally, but to John he was the most beautiful person in the world, and seeing him like this, without all the stress of being an NHL rookie with two brothers worth of expectations piled onto his shoulders, without the tension he was far too young to be carrying, he was John's favorite thing in the world to look at and he could stare forever; or, at least, until hazel eyes open up and catch him staring, like they always seemed to do eventually.

[brettfishy]

Not exactly a ship but would you write ur close personal friend Curtis chirping literally anyone?

Curtis & anyone - chirping?

Anon I am SO SORRY because I know you wanted something funny but it turns out *smacks hood of the Curtis Lazar* you can fit so many of my own personal insecurities into this bad boy.

The puck bounces off Curtis’s foot, spinning off to where someone, hopefully someone in red, can try to make another play. Fuck, that smarts. No time to feel the pain, gotta get back in there.

“You sure you didn’t whiff on that? My two year old can hit the puck harder!” He chirps at McDavid as he skates by him, they both know he’s lying and the Oilers captain barely spares him an eye roll in response.

He moves on, gets back to the bench and sits, willing his foot to stop throbbing so he can get back out there.

This is what he’s here for, he blocks the shots, makes the jokes, tries to keep both the game and the team’s spirits alive long enough for one of the big name guys to do something amazing and save the day. He knows he isn’t The Guy™️ and he doesn’t need to be.

Luke leans over and asks if he’s okay, he deflects with a laugh and a dig at the kid’s hair.

His foot still stinging, but nothing broken probably, he hops back over the boards for his next shift. Blocks another puck, luckily not off the same foot, asks Draisaitl if he got turned down by the modeling agency for being such a bitch, and keeps playing.

It’s what he does.

[brettfishy]

luke/john marino - surprise

Again we have abandoned the 5 sentence rule. I simply cannot limit myself when it comes to my boy and I should not have to I think.

John is impossible to shop for. His birthday is during the offseason so it’s not like they’re together (Luke refuses to think about how, technically, the season is still going for many people), Johnny is back home in Boston with his family and Luke is in Michigan at the lake house with Jack and Quinn who are being decidedly unhelpful in this situation.

“Buy him hockey gear, you know that’s his actual only interest.” Good point but that’s not good enough, Jack.

“Buy him a car.” Shut the fuck up, Quinn.

“Buy him a dildo so he doesn’t miss you too much.” Extra shut the fuck up, Trevor, why are you even here?

Jack, being the only one who knows Johnny of the three of them, does actually have the best suggestion, there really isn’t anything John cares about as much as he cares about hockey, he reads his big smart guy books but how would Luke even know what a good one is? Clothes are an option maybe but if Luke is gonna buy clothes he’s gonna go for what he likes to see Johnny in and that’s not fair to do to himself if he can’t see him in them for four months. It’s Johnny’s birthday and he’s Luke’s first real serious boyfriend and this is the first time they’ve had to be apart for an extended time since they got together.

It finally occurs to Luke that he really doesn’t have to be thinking so hard, the solution is obvious and staring him in the face.

The look of surprised joy on John’s face is the best reaction Luke could have hoped for (with the kiss he receives when he’s yanked into the house by his shirt at a very close second), well worth the cost of a last minute plane ticket and some heckling by his brothers. 

It’s Luke’s turn to be surprised when John tells him “I have a plane ticket booked for next week to Michigan, just needed to get through my birthday with the family.” 

“I didn’t want to miss you anymore.” Luke replies, kissing him again for good measure.

[brettfishy]

Timo/Jesper + Thighs ❤

Everyone always talks about the locker room when they’re trying to convince people that queer players are going to ruin the league. The truth is, locker rooms are gross. It’s hard to get too worked up over the possibility of seeing a flaccid penis when you’re surrounded by the smell of sweaty hockey gear and watching dudes spit directly on the floor like fucking animals. 

The gym though, that’s a place that maybe they should worry about a little more. Everyone sweaty and grunting, flexing their muscles as they push themselves to the limit.

Jesper finds himself transfixed, limply holding the pulldown bar, having paused after a single rep and not started up again, staring instead a few feet to his left where Timo’s thighs were testing the seams of his compression shorts as he worked the leg press. The part of Jesper’s brain that usually told him he wasn’t allowed to be horny over his teammates seems to be taking the day off because he’s speedrunning fantasies about what he’d like to do and have done to him by a big strong Swiss man when suddenly his view changes and now he finds himself staring at someone’s chest, Alex’s chest, he corrects as he clocks the 10 on his shoulder. 

“Are you going to work out or are you going to keep staring at Timo like you want to eat him?” He has the good grace to ask in Swedish, but, of course, not to ask quietly. The whole room knows he said something about Timo and the other guys with passable Swedish start laughing. 

He glances, worried over at the man in question and finds him smirking right at him. Timo winks and goes back to his workout and it might be Jesper’s imagination but he might be flexing just a little harder now.

Jesper turns back to Alex. “I think I’m going to keep staring at Timo.” 

He does go back to his workout though. He’d like to get through it quickly so he can get out of here. He thinks he might have lunch plans. 

[brettfishy]

DougieJack? Height-difference (shhh that’s one word) platonic or not up to u

DOUGIEJACK??? MY OTP???? MY LAST NAME ACCORDING TO SEVERAL PEOPLE???

CAN FUCKING DO!

Dougie being injured is causing almost all the problems in Jack's life currently, it was messing with his hockey, it was utterly decimating his sex life, and, as was currently his issue, with Dougie unable to extend his arm properly, it made the out of reach items in their apartment actually out of reach.

Sighing with such world-weariness that you'd think no one else in human history had ever suffered so much, Jack goes to the dining room and gets a chair, having realized that the yellow Gatorade was on the top shelf of the pantry.

He's not short, he isn't, but the apartment has high ceilings and thus high shelves, clearly installed with freaks like Dougie and Kevin in mind and no consideration for completely normal sized guys like Jack.

He's still standing on the chair, moving all the remaining items on the top shelf down to one of the shelves that a regular human sized person can reach, when Dougie walks in; he comes over next to Jack's chair and looks up at him, smiling just a little meanly at Jack's solution to his height problem.

Jack smiles back and says "So this is what it's like to be the tall one," and, for once, leans down to kiss the laughter out of Dougie's mouth before quickly deciding that he prefers it the normal way and jumping down from the chair, hardly breaking the kiss in the process.