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Title: is this how you feel

Pair: BuchTorpo

Words: 6390

Rating: M

Note: buch a vampire, torpo a person, buch cannot seem to vampire at torpo, which is a problem. shameless excuse to write vampires.

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#buchtorpo #1389 #hdoodles #hrpf

you KNOW i have to ask what buch would buy. and what torpo would buy. for funsies :]

welcome to my office hello ily

well first off, buch is placing an online order, he refuses to suffer this shopping process in english. that's just a given. he gets a handful of the fancy rosin infused joints bc he's a choosy, top-shelf type of binch, and that's what he's like making the purchase for, but he also might pick up one of the discreet microdose vapes that are basically just cbd pens. he is not opposed to taking edibles but he refuses to buy them himself bc he hates the taste.

torpo needs topicals. a muscle relief balm/lotion or a transdermal cbd or feco patch belongs in every fourth liner's medicine cabinet. he might get a disposable vape if he sees one in a flavor he might like, or a high powered edible to split with walks. any time he has his choice of bonus freebies for spending more than $x, he refuses to make a selection, insisting his budtender pick for him.

#hockey weedcanons #hdoodles #torpo mooches off buch's j's and it annoys him but not enough to tell him to fuck off

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67322539

title: not acute, not obtuse, just right rating: E words: 16,038 notes: buch/torpo/walker threesome summary:

“Can I ask a question that’s none of my fuckin’ business?” […] “You can ask. I just maybe won’t answer.” Alexey shrugs, honestly more intrigued than trepidatious. There isn’t anything he can imagine he’s trying to shield. “Do you and Buchy… Like, do- do you guys…” Nathan stops and starts, like he’s trying to be delicate but he’s just bad at it. Unfortunately, recognition does not touch Alexey’s eyes. “…Do you guys fuck?”

Walks becomes aware of some intimacy struggles between Buch and Torpo that weigh on Torps a little heavier than he cares to admit, and he's pretty sure he's got a solution to propose, but there's no way it can actually be that easy…

#1389 #hdoodles #132689 #1326 #buchtorpo #walkerchenko #is that a tag? that should be a tag #forever unsure of whether or not i should maintag players in fic about them

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65753494

title: a brave face rating: T words: 3065 summ: buch blames himself for the game 7 loss and my therapist couldn't squeeze me in for an earlier appointment after a rough weekend so i wrote this. tags: buch/torpo + buch&thommer, whump / hurt+comfort, the author's barely disguised need for self-forgiveness

edit: idk why the link embedded so fucky but here we are

#hdoodles #1389 #like the ship is far from the point of it. it's not a romance. but it's there #idk i'm not sure if i should put this in his player tag or not i never know #thanks in advance to all 5 of you who are gonna read this #i cherish u and kiss ur faces individually

Torpo's hair was real jacked up before game 6 so I did a doodle about it. Now u can read it before game 7. 312 words under the cut bye

Alexey is dragged cruelly into the world of the waking by the sound and feel of rapid, snappy pats to his unshaven cheek. With a deep inhale, he unlocks hearing access, now aware of the jingle of his phone alarm and what might be the gentlest scolding he’s ever gotten.

“...not the day to sleep in, you fucking ogre. Get up!”

He feels the nagging as much as he hears it, ear still pressed to Pavel’s ribs where he’d dozed off as a “joke.” One day, he hopes, he won’t have to manhandle Pavel into the physical affection he wants but can’t seem to ask for. Today is not that day, though. Today, he’s getting told he’s so damn heavy and is going to make them late, even as fond fingers scratch gently at his scruff with bitten-down nails. He’s never really known Pavel to apologize, but the way his thumb smooths along the hard line of Alexey’s jaw feels close enough.

Not ready to deal with words yet, he reaches past Pavel to snag his phone and silence it. For just a moment, he lets himself be dead weight, flopped fully on top of his… whatever they are. There is an eyes-only argument. Alexey wants five more minutes. Pavel is getting the air squished out of him. Alexey would like a kiss, then. They need to get up or they’ll be late.

Alexey is nervous.

Pavel palms the back of his head and tucks it a little closer to his chest again so he can kiss the top of it. That works well enough. Finally, Alexey rolls himself off the bed and notes the time.

“Blyat.” Pavel truly did let him sleep in as long as he could. Over top of the big game nerves, warmth bubbles in his chest.

He does not have time to fix his hair. It’s fine, nobody’s going to notice.

cc @restingbuchface

#hdoodles #1389 #might fold this into something longer later

meet me at our spot

Pairing: Buch/Torpo

Rating: T

Words: 8417

Summary: You never realize how badly you've wanted to be understood until you find someone who can do the understanding.

(Buch and Torpo accidentally become important to each other.)

Notes: I have been plagues by visions and my unemployment has finally allowed me to shove them through a word processor. If you told me this time last year I would be writing a buch-centered romance, I would have laughed. 6 months ago, even. But here we are now. Ok have fun love u bye.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64360636

#hdoodles #buchtorpo #i wish i could have found a way to incorporate the camera staredown but alas. we move.

"i need these two embracing i need them slow dancing" i need them slipping away during the family skate at rockefeller center to find the single spot of quiet privacy in the whole of the city and chris snuck some mistletoe and held it above their heads and mika rolled his eyes and called him a sap, but he still let chris box him up against the wall and kiss him all slow, unfurling warmth & a little filthy bc come on, and then they just breathed against each other's mouths for a minute before being like, merry christmas, and grinning at each other like they'd gotten away with something even though everyone knows!! or whatever.

I cannot believe i missed this????? Tumblr must pay for its crimes. You get it! You get it!!! Like honestly I'm just rolling around in this like a gay little sponge. The world is just so terribly Loud and Large and Cold, but when they're close like this, circulating the same air, they can't even see their breath anymore. For Mika, there's nothing on the other side of the shoulder he tucks into for just a few softened moments, even as he tells Chris he's still a giant sap.

💖💖💖💖💖

#kreidbanejad #hdoodles #putting it in my doodles tag so i can find this again and bask in it despite it being largely your doodling #this is just so. and i wish they could just get it together and keep it together so we could get more hugs to think tenderly on

Panko & 31?

hello beloved!!

31 - Tell It to My Heart by Taylor Dayne ok so this song is honestly on my wrapped bc it's an inside joke between me myself and i that i use to jumpscare myself. i strongly recommend doing this when creating a longer playlist- drop one (1) song in there that's going to crack future you the fuck up. my friend has a 6 hour good vibes playlist that's mostly mellow and acoustic feel good songs but she threw all star on there for no particular reason and it gets her so good every time and makes her day

but anyway. there's jealousy. there's drama. there might be spandex. definitely boats. champagne on boats for SURE. i'm totally stealing an angle from @kreiderrider but like it's an event that just makes so much sense for them that i have to. it's offszn 2020. artemi is quarantining with bob and olga. vladi is Shocked. he's hurt. there are Circumstances that set us up but i'm not obligated to craft those so i won't, but there's paranoia and desperation not to be made a fool. it's giving "what are we?" it's giving "i thought i meant more to you" it's giving "i'm sorry, i was scared." heavily featuring a scene where artemi is venting about the situation to bob and olga (it would just be to bob, but he knows damn well that anything he knows, she knows, so it's easiest to just tell them both at this point), and they share an alarmed glance for half of a single second that confirms they both hear how their good friend might actually be the drama and they have to make a snap decision between going along with it until he cools off and can think rationally, and putting an immediate halt to the dipshittery. luckily/unfortunately, artemi notices the glance and then does not miss when olga tries to subtle elbow bob to make sure he heard something and asks what the hell they're doing. olga has great advice that artemi absolutely does not want to hear but also knows is absolutely correct. he'll heed it as soon as he's able, but as a scorpio he's obligated to observe an additional 48 hours of toxicity upon recognizing himself as being in the wrong. he doesn't make the rules.

#hdoodles #panko #i can't stop laughing #this really grim masculine wrestler i used to adore used it as his entrance music for like 2 months and i was so terribly tickled #anyway he's a piece of shit these days but the memory is no less fond