#firalla11

[voidfiish]

'but tonight, we're all believers' or 'slow down, you crazy child' please!

slow down, you crazy child was actually almost 6k longer when i finished the first draft. i cut a loooot of extra crap out of that fic. maybe one day i’ll post some deleted scenes

[thehazardsolove]

firalla11 replied to your post:Bollig/Shaw 8 or Leddy/Shaw 11, please!!

AHHHHH I LOVE IT!!! AND THAT LAST LINE!!! oH MY GOD!!!

:DDD glad you liked it

[thehazardsolove]

Bollig/Shaw 8 or Leddy/Shaw 11, please!!

11.  A surprise kiss

Shawzy knows that he talks a lot. And that many people find that annoying…and that those who don’t can find it annoying if they’re not in a good mood or if he’s really being over-the-top.

Nick, in contrast, in pretty quiet. He’s soft spoken and really a man of few words, both on and off the ice. He never seems to mind Shawzy’s chatter, just will let him talk and talk for however long he wants about whatever. 

Shawzy’s a little keyed up the night it happens. He’s hanging out around their apartment, watching some movie while he and Nick eat dinner. He’s going on about this girl that he picked up on the road the other night, for really no other purpose than he can. He’s maybe a little more graphic about it than he normally would be, but for some reason Nick’s twitching the more in depth he goes, and Shawzy’s never met a button he didn’t want to push, so he gets a little carried away.

“Oh man, she was so loud I’m surprised her neighbors didn’t pound on the walls or some shit.” 

Nick’s about to break, Shawzy can tell, even though he’s not full certain of what would happen.

“Man, she was so responsive to me, it was amazing. Almost everything I did made her moan, man this girl was such a ten that I should’ve figured she’d be so-.”

Nick’s lips are soft against his, contrasting to the sharp bite he gives Shawzy’s lower lip. Shawzy shoves Nick back against the couch and climbs into his lap, deepening the kiss.

If not shutting up gets him kissed, he wonders what it would take for Nick to pin him down and fuck him senseless.

[thehazardsolove]

firalla11 replied to your post:Let's see, let's see. How about Leddy/Shaw, Middle...

No no no, don’t apologize, you never have to rush answering things for me! This is fantabulous and hot and I really loved it, thank you!!

i just like to write things in a timely fashion is all. i’m glad you liked it <3

[thehazardsolove]

Let's see, let's see. How about Leddy/Shaw, Middle of nowhere or high school, fake dating or meet cute, and frottage, please!

sorry this is late, i was in the shower!

Nick knew it was a terrible idea to accept his company’s offer of a “wilderness retreat” as a reward for being employee of the month. The retreat is in the middle of the fucking woods and there’s no street signs out here so Nick has no clue where he is and his rental car has just started smoking. He pulls over and pops the hood, because that’s what people on tv do and he figures that leaving all the smoke inside is a bad idea. 

He’s standing there, staring at his car with what he’s sure is a hopeless expression when the other car pulls up. It’s huge, definitely a vehicle built to navigate these dirt roads. The passenger side window rolls down and a guy leans over, “You okay?”

Nick sighs, “Yeah, my rental just started smoking.”

The guy nods, “That happens sometimes with the cars that aren’t meant to go this far into the woods. Trying to navigate them can overheat them.”

Nick sighs, “Great. I’m in the middle of nowhere, with no transportation, trying to get someplace I honestly don’t want to go.”

The guy turns the car off and gets out. Nick gets a better look at him now, he’s shorter than Nick, but still muscular, a mop of brown hair and his face has some scars on it. The thing Nick mainly notices, however, is his smile. It’s kind of crooked, but it’s bright and Nick immediately likes him.

“Hi, I’m Andrew,” the guy says, holding out his hand.

“Nick,” Nick replies, shaking it. 

Andrew turns back to the car, “Well, we could wait for it to cool down, but that might take awhile and the mosquitos are vicious this time of year. Also, I know we just met and this is probably going to sound creepy, but I have a cabin a few miles from here and it’s on the lake, so if you really don’t want to go wherever it is you were heading, you could always come to mine.”

Nick surreptitiously checks Andrew out. He’s not usually Nick’s type, he tends to go for guys who are at least as tall as him, but Andrew is really hot, nice enough to stop for a clueless stranger standing on the side of the road, and he has an ass that won’t quit. 

“Okay, just let me get my stuff from the backseat.” 

 Andrew nods and Nick gets his things from the backseat and tosses it into Andrew’s. Andrew promises that it’s not that far of a drive and on the way they make small talk, Nick talking about how he’s just moved to Brooklyn and how he’s working for a company that has been struggling in the past few years, but is on its way to the top. In return, Andrew talks about being in Chicago, working with kids who have behavioral problems. They also talk sports, Andrew’s also a hockey fan, and before he knows it, they’ve arrived.

Andrew’s cabin really is beautiful, the lake only steps away. Nick settles in quickly and goes to help Andrew start on dinner. It’s comfortable, Andrew keeping up a steady stream of chatter. Andrew’s changed from shorts and a tank top to sweatpants and a thin t-shirt as the night gets colder. Andrew crouches down to get something from a lower cabinet and Nick spots the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, almost cutting off his finger in the process.

Andrew’s t-shirt is worn and Nick can see his nipples through it. They sit down to eat on the couch, putting on some old movie as background noise. Nick hadn’t realized how hungry he was and he digs in. They eat in silence, but it’s comfortable. Andrew moans at how good the food is and Nick’s cock twitches in his borrowed sweatpants. They each have a beer with their food, so Nick is feeling warm from the alcohol when Andrew gets back from clearing their plates. They flip through the channels, only to find nothing on. Andrew goes over to his DVD case, bending down to check out the titles. Nick’s cock twitches again as he stares at Andrew’s ass. 

Andrew shuts off the lights and puts in some action movie, but Nick honestly isn’t paying attention. Andrew’s too distracting, he keeps shifting and Nick can see his muscles moving and shifting beneath his t-shirt. He also keeps coming back to the outline of Andrew’s dick. He thinks it might be more pronounced than usual, but that might just be wishful thinking. He looks up to see Andrew staring at him, his eyes black in the dim lighting. 

Andrew licks his lips and then they’re both surging to kiss each other. One rational part of his brain knows that it’s weird to be hooking up with someone like this, but then Andrew shoves him so they’re horizontal on the couch and he forgets rationality. His hands come up to grab Andrew’s ass, which makes him groan appreciatively. Andrew grinds his hips down against Nick’s and he whines high in his throat. Nick tightens his grip on Andrew’s ass, grinding his hips up to meet Andrew’s. Andrew breaks off the kiss, whispering filth into his ear.

“Been watching you since you checked me out on the side of the road earlier. Like what you see, baby? Wanna get all up in my ass? Maybe rim me til I’m loose enough to take your cock? I can feel it, ‘s pretty big but that’s okay, I don’t mind be ridden hard and put away wet, although I’d be the one doing the riding.”

Nick groans and bites at Andrew’s jaw, earning his a moan. He grabs Andrew’s hair to direct him back to Nick’s mouth and a shudder runs through Andrew. His mouth is open on a gasp and Nick bites at his lower lip, hard. The pace of their hips increases and Nick is probably going to come in his pants. He grabs Andrew’s ass even harder, kneads the meat of it in his hands.

“That’s it, baby, get rough with me, I don’t mind it.”

Nick really hopes this isn’t gonna be a one-time thing because he could listen to Andrew call him baby in a rough voice forever. Andrew scrapes his nails through Nick’s scalp and his hips buck up as he comes, still grinding against Andrew. Nick’s just starting to recover when Andrew shakes in his arms and Nick feels the warmth of his come through their pants. They both lie there, breathing hard. Andrew’s sucking on his neck, probably leaving a million hickies. 

Nick hopes so, anyway.

[morphosyntactic]

Leddy/Saad College AU or Bollig/Shaw biting/marking, maybe?

Brandon’s always been told he’s mature, that he looks and acts older than just-turned-seventeen. He feels like he must have HIGH SCHOOLER stamped across his forehead tonight, though. These are college kids - they’ve gotta be able to tell, especially now Shawzy has disappeared with the guy he’s been crushing on and Brandon is standing around, awkwardly out of place.

It’s not really his scene, the whole frat house party thing, but Shawzy’s got this way of talking Brandon into the dumbest shit sometimes, and Brandon’s pleased for Shawzy. He doesn’t know anything about this guy Shawzy’s into other than the fact he’s also named Brandon, he’s in college, and Brandon is not to mention the whole “we’re only high school seniors” thing, but from their brief conversation earlier in the night he seems nice enough, and other Brandon is also hot, at least, so good for Shawzy.

It’s just he’s not sure what to do with himself now. He’d leave, but that feels like kind of a dick move until he hears from Shawzy whether he’s planning on crashing with his guy or if he’s coming back with Brandon, and he’s here. He’s at a party surrounded by booze and hot frat bros. There are a lot of hot girls here too, but Brandon is pretty certain that, like, statistically at least a few of them must be gay, or bi, or curious. 

And even though he feels out of place, he’s got to assume he looks like he’s a college student - no one has questioned why he’s here or told him to leave.

He should take advantage of it. It’s not like there are any guys at school he’s interested in, and when else is he going to get a chance like this? Not until next year when he finally gets away to college. He’s definitely not about to risk hitting on anyone he knows through hockey, either, and hockey and school are really all Brandon has time for.

Brandon’s not sure how to go about flirting his way towards finding an open-minded frat dude, but more beer seems like a good starting point. After a quick glance at his phone to make sure Shawzy hasn’t text him, he heads for the kitchen.

“Um,” he says to the couple making out in the kitchen doorway. There’s no response. “Hi?” The girl’s hands are definitely fumbling with the guy’s belt. The guy’s got a hand up her shirt. It’s - a lot, and he considers just turning around and leaving. Shawzy can’t get into too much trouble without him. Probably. Maybe.

“Dude,” an amused voice says from behind him, and Brandon turns. The guy the voice belongs to is as tall as Brandon, with dark hair curling out from underneath a dark grey toque, and he has the scruffy beginnings of a beard and a crooked half-smile, and maybe Brandon won’t leave, after all. “They’re not moving for anyone, you’ve gotta just…” He trails off, rests his hands on the guy’s shoulders, and kind of shifts him sideways until there’s just enough room to get by.

The couple don’t even pause for breath. Brandon’s sort of impressed as he shuffles by them.

“I didn’t wanna be rude,” Brandon says with a shrug, smiling, and the guy laughs.

“Yeah, manners kinda, you know, go out the window when you live in a frat. I think I’ve got some left, though, you want a beer?”

“Yes please,” Brandon says, the please only half-deliberate, and it gets him another laugh and an actual, honest-to-god red cup of beer, and the momentary brush of their fingers as the guy passes it to him.

Brandon wonders how deliberate that might have been.

He takes a large gulp of beer and, feeling warm, fueled by it, stoically ignoring the soft moans coming from the doorway, he offers, “I’m Brandon.”

The guy holds out his hand for Brandon to shake, which Brandon is kind of embarrassingly into, because actually, nice manners are kind of hot, and the guy’s hands definitely are, firm and big. “Leddy. Well, Nick, but.” He shrugs. “You know how it is.”

“Nick,” Brandon repeats, and hopes he isn’t imagining the quick up and down look Nick flicks over him. “Cool.”

“Cool.”

[swedishgoaliemafia]

firalla11 replied to your post:firalla11 replied to your post:firalla11 replied...

I assume they found the fics by trolling way waaay back in the archives. I guess they had a lot of time on their hands or something… And self-contained stories are the greatest, I love that *nods*

That or some oddly specific search criteria, I guess.  *shrugs* As much as I like instant gratification, not doing WIP chapters anymore (at least in this fandom) does make me feel better about not leaving fics hanging forever....

[swedishgoaliemafia]

firalla11 replied to your post:firalla11 replied to your post:firalla11 replied...

(Believe me, the urge to just post them and run screaming has been very, very strong at times… And I mean, your fic is /yours/. It’s not at all surprising that you’d hold it to a higher standard. Of course you want things to be right.)

firalla11 replied to your post:firalla11 replied to your post:firalla11 replied...

Pfffffft like, do people not check the date things are last updated before they read it, like? That’s one of the first things I do it it’s a WIP? And that’s on the rare occasion that I even /read/ a WIP. At least you know that they liked it though?

(Yeah, I figure the fact that it’s probably mostly that whole deal where you never give yourself a break over things that don’t even bother you from other people. “You’re your own harshest critic” and all that.)

It’s nice that they liked it, it’s just that my writing and interests have both changed so much since I wrote that fic that I wouldn’t be able to even begin to know how to continue writing it (I also...can’t even remember what most of those fics were about or what I’d intended to do with them...or the characters in them...). But I don’t really feel bad not finishing those fics for them seeing as it’s on them that they didn’t check when they were last updated or when I last updated anything on there (frankly I don’t even know how they found those fics...). Yeah, when I started writing I did everything as a WIP - nowadays I try to avoid that and even if I post a series like the wolf AU, each fic is their own contained story.