#mtls are such a god send though

[simpjaes]

mtl to try his luck and fuck a married woman just cuz he can

MTL: hyung line + fuck a married woman

warning: infidelity obv

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★ jay: im on that milf hunter jay agenda forever so you can't argue that he's the first one to be willing to fuck a married woman. I think he'd probably even prefer it sometimes, loving the idea that someone is willing to skew their own moral compass just to get him between their legs. the idea drives him up a fucking wall to be someone's dirty little secret, both in a good and bad way. the pros: quick and nasty fucks, hot desperate words whispered directly into each other's mouths, false promises and perfect situations that call for degradation. A total fucking ego boost for him. especially when he's moaned for and stated as the better fuck compared to the man you're married to. the cons though? well, he doesn't necessarily like sharing you, even if you were never his to share to begin with. hate fucks are fun but goddamn does he hate seeing you rubbing all over the man who never could or would eat the pussy right.

☆ heeseung: what heeseung wants, heeseung gets. he doesn't care if he looks stupid chasing a married woman, if anything, that's not even a cause to stop wanting in his head. who cares? he doesn't have to find out, genuinely, all you need to do is admit that you want him too. he can see it on your face every time he whispers dirty little words in passing to you. definitely the type to send unsolicited dick pics to your number after basically manipulating you to get it in the first place. honestly, heeseung would pester and fluster you until you'd have no choice but to break for him. to the point that you're chasing him. to the point that you can't stop thinking about him. your vows be damned, it would be a damn shame to keep pretending you don't want it. and oh god, would heeseung give it to you too. honestly, he'd play with your body to the point you'd forget you even got married in the first place. and fuckkkk, he would be elated to know he's got a married woman at his beck and call.

★ sunghoon: it would probably be an accidental thing on his part ngl. not saying he wouldn't go for a married woman but i think he'd be more inclined to chase a single person. that is, until he is forced into close quarters with you on a day to day basis. maybe you guys work together or something idk. sunghoon is the type who wants a relationship, and boy would it sting when he finds out you're already married. "but you don't wear a ring..." he'd probably comment, not really intending to sound rude but fr, he wouldn't have just tried to kiss you if you had been wearing said ring. and, well, it would probably spiral from there with both of you facing a moral dilemma. sunghoon would take what he could get after too long though, after all, he'd probably fall so aggressively in love with you to the point of becoming jealous and possessive. 100% would fuck you for the first time and ask you to divorce your husband while balls deep lmaooo

☆ jake: not intentionally, but it's not like you were honest with him about it. i think you'd be the aggressor in the situation when it comes to jake. the guy would do anything for you, and anything to get those loving compliments and bats of your eyelashes at him. the best part?? when he finds out he probably wouldn't give two shits about it because he's obsessed with you whether another man feels the same about you or not. it's def a "well someone's gotta change their outfit" moment for him, except more of a "well someone's gonna have to give you up" but it most certainly won't be him lmfaoooo. bro would slash your husband's tires.

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p.s. im giggling bc this is 666 words aye

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #park jongseong smut #sim jaeyun smut #jake smut #jay smut #hardthots

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Young Master Shield's Chapter 210

TL;DR - GoD agrees with Cale. Sui and CJS versus the wanderer. The wanderer warns Cale. Cale's shield legend returns and he says the iconic line.

GoD Suspects Wanderers Too The reason why GoD left Cale's message on read was because he immediately began a secret investigation on all wanderers and their locations once he read Cale's message. He and CJS also support Cale's speculation that the Five-Colored Bloods were wanderers.

CJS Goes Flying Again There was a scene where Alberu questioned CJS about the wanderer. CJS had replied that it was an enemy and he was not allies with that wanderer. Alberu left to handle the situation, but not before warning CJS to not be reckless and cause trouble.

To be honest, I was confused with that scene. Was Alberu doubtful of CJS because he was a wanderer too? Or was it just MTL messing up the translation again? 🤔

Moving on, Sui switched to his bird form and flew straight towards the enemy. CJS followed him, and the three forces clashed. However... CJS got blown away again and fell on a building roof, destroying said roof.

Seriously, why does CJS always get blown away? 🤣🤣🤣 Alberu had warned him earlier to not cause trouble, and here he is, causing property destruction... 😂

Wanderer is Like CH? There was a scene where CH felt that the wanderer's power was similar to his. If you recall, CH's power was black (despair something something) with some white (hope) in it. And the enemy's power was said to be similar to it, though in a more perfected form.

Hmm? So the enemy had the same experience as CH? Okay, hear me out, I have a crazy theory. Is the enemy wanderer perhaps another Choi Han from a parallel world? After all, Cale's world was called Nameless 1, so it isn't strange if there's a Nameless 2 and Nameless 3, right?

The Wanderer and Cale We did not get any physical description of the enemy, except that it was hard to distinguish if their voice was male or female, and that they spoke coldly. The enemy called out Cale's name, asking if it was Cale who killed the Huayans patriarch back in Xiaolen because Cale was the last person the patriarch saw.

So it seems like they have an ability to see people's memories? But how did they do that when the Huayans patriarch did not even leave behind a corpse?

Anyway, the enemy continued, "You of Thames blood. If you want to protect it, meddle not. Your power is only this much." And the enemy proceeded to send an attack to Cale.

Now, I'm confused again on whom the enemy was referring to when it came to protection. Was it the Thames? Or the audience in the academy's plaza? It seemed to be latter based on the flow of their words, but it could also mean that the enemy would go after the Thames if Cale interferes with what they were doing.

The Shield Will Not Break HE SAID IT! HE SAID IT! Okay, Cale did not really, really, really want to say this iconic line (the amount of sentences in the chapter just describing that he did not want to say that line was 🤣🤣🤣), but he had no choice because people were panicking and he had to reassure everyone.

He was also worried because his younger siblings were present today unlike that time in the plaza terrorist bombing incident. Cale was mentally cursing several times while thinking of how to protect his siblings and everyone.

Of course, when he revealed his silver shield to block the enemy's attack (Raon and Alberu also deployed their own shields to assist Cale), everyone was in awe of the shield's beauty. After he said his iconic line of "The shield will not break," the enemy's attack collided with his shield, and... and... AND... IT'S A CLIFFHANGER! AAAAAAAH!!! 😭😭😭

Ending Remarks There wasn't any funny moments today, except if you consider CJS getting blown away for the nth time. 😂 Now, who is that wanderer? CJS said that the enemy was hundreds of years older than him, and seemed stronger, though he did not recognize the enemy.

Anyway, Cale's speech is as good as cancelled. Or maybe not? If you want to write a transcript of it, it would go like this:

"It's a pleasure to meet everyone." "Damn it." "Silence." "Everyone, please be silent." "Don't panic." "The shield will not break."

Well, Cale, your speech is indeed neat and short like you wanted earlier, right? 🤣🤣🤣

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

[farfromsugafanfic]

Stray kids reaction to a prank where you’re both listening to a Kpop playlist and you skip to the next song when a Stray Kids song comes on. Please make it light hearted where you’ve both been annoying each other all day for fun.

SKZ Reaction When You Skip A Stray Kids Song

Genre: fluff

Warnings: cursing and suggestiveness (it's only slight. It was totally pure until Minho had to ruin it)

A/N: Thanks for the request! Hope you like it. :) As always, I’m accepting SKZ reaction/MTL requests. Send me an ask.

Chan:

It was almost a tradition for you and Chan to listen to a joint playlist when you each worked on your own things. It was a small way of being connected when you both had to stay focused. After a few hours of this, you were growing tired of working and longed for a bit of attention. When "God's Menu" came on, you promptly skipped it.

Chan turned around to give you a somewhat confused look, but there was mischief hidden in it (think that look he gave Felix on stage when Felix said he liked being called best leader). Without even talking, he'd recognize your need for a bit of attention and he'd take a break.

Minho:

You and Minho always loved to tease each other. It was almost the love language between you too. He loved discreetly grabbing your ass when you were not expecting it just to see your eyes widen. His other antics often were crimes of opportunity like when he got you relighting candles on your birthday.

Deciding to play a small trick on him, you skip a Stray Kids song you have playing while doing some housework. Minho was in another room, but you knew he was also listening. When you did it again though, this prompted him to come out and send you a playful glare before he came and planted a kiss on you.

Changbin:

Road trips with Changbin also involved making a joint playlist for the drive. Of course, this included Stray Kids songs. Throughout the drive, Changbin had playfully teased you about some of your choices, so when "Domino" came on, you skipped it.

Changbin was shocked and immediately asked you why you skipped it and went back to play the song again. After making a sarcastic comment, Changbin will roll his eyes, but you'll see the wide smile on his face as he drives.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin both enjoyed having music on in the background of literally everything you did. Currently, the two of you were playing video games, something you were about evenly skilled at, but which Hyunjin had been winning at that night.

As a petty show of revenge after you once again lost, you skipped the Stray Kids song that played in the background, quickly changing it to a song you liked that Hyunjin was not fond of. You almost immediately were overcome by Hyunjin tickling you.

Jisung:

Listening to music with Jisung was nearly a date at this point in your relationship. He enjoyed listening to the newest releases for inspiration and you mixed in some of your favorite songs. Each of you had introduced the other to a new artist and it was an activity you could mutually enjoy.

However, that day, Jisung had been particularly mischievous that day. From small annoyances like tugging at your ponytail to finding any way to annoy you, you decided to get him back. When a Stray Kids song came on, you quickly changed the song and caught him off guard. Jisung immediately caught on and soon the two of you were in a war of skipping songs.

Felix:

You and Felix put on a playlist while you baked cookies. It was taking longer than usual as the two of you danced to Twice and got distracted, but that was part of the fun. Though, when he tossed a bit of flour onto your face, the two of you found small ways to get back at each other.

Eventually, you heard a Stray Kids song come on and skipped it. At first, Felix was simply confused until he made eye contact with you and noticed your mischievous smile. He'd laugh and the two of you would take turns trolling each other with the music until the cookies are done.

Seungmin:

Seungmin isn't really one to pull pranks in the traditional way, but he had been roasting and teasing you all day. You were never offended, knowing Seungmin was either being honest in his own way or just having a bit of fun. Though, it was starting to get on your nerves.

So, when "Can't Stop" came on, you skipped it, muttering something about being tired of it. Seungmin looked at you a bit incredulously, but he still smiled, and eventually, he laughed before playfully telling you that you would regret it.

Jeongin:

Jeongin enjoyed teasing you in a similar fashion to Seungmin. However, he also would sometimes pull pranks, especially if another member got in cahoots with him. On this particular day, the two of you were out shopping and sharing a pair of AirPods to listen to the same playlist. He'd been annoying you in a vein similar to a little brother.

So, when "Maknae On Top" came on, you promptly skipped it and made Jeongin a little off guard. He immediately caught on though and laughed. Jeongin somewhat relented the upper hand to you--at least until he figured out how to get you back.

#skz #stray kids #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz fluff #skz fic #skz x reader #skz requests #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fan fiction #skz preferences #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #farfromsuga #bang chan #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #kpop reactions

[hyunsvngs]

my head is spinning w skz mtl to send u a whimpering audio HELELDN

A WHIMPERING AUDIO IN SPECIFIC??? god

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jisung - whines. whimpers 24/7. would send you a whimpering audio just so you degrade him n tease him tbh. would say shit like “i’m so so hard, mmmm- baby, baby, you gotta come help me, can’t cum without you,” but you know he’s gonna try to cum anyway, so you gotta be quick or you’ll have to punish him.

hyunjin - okay. hear me out. hyunjin would 100% LOVE to send you an audio of him stroking his long cock, just whimpering and whining your name because it feels so so good. the type to cum all over his tummy and then just sigh, blissfully whispering a sweet “i love you” down the mic. hyune would also describe EXACTLY what he’s thinking about, what position he’s imagining having you in etc.. so sexy

changbin - another loud boy. whiney boy. pretty boy. the only reason he’s not higher than hyunjin is because i think there’s a chance binnie would get a little shy about sending you things like this, but if you asked outright? you’re getting it. phone right to his mouth type of whimpering, sighing, saying your name over and over as he gets close… yeah he’s so sexy.

felix - another pretty shy boy. i think felix’s noises would only be high pitched if he’s in one of his subby, desperate, almost vulnerable moods. when he’s in a headspace like that? yeah, he’s whining, whimpering, losing it. begging you to come and touch him, suck him, anything - he’d take just you looking at him while he jerks off at that point. eyes watering, whimpers coming out of his mouth.. jesus.

jeongin - again i think jeongin would only whimper in a seriously vulnerable headspace, and when he did, he’d be more likely to beg a lot in between whimpers and babbling so much. just losing it!! touch the poor boy hes so so sweet <3

chan, minho, seungmin - these three would be rare to whimper imo. chan more than the other two, he’d get subby a lot easier and be more likely to whimper for you in a little vm. minho and seungmin are dirty talkers though, and i think chan would be too. they’d love to set the scene, sending you a little audio of what they’re thinking and where they’d love to do it, where they wanna cum etc. minho and seungmin are 100% more heavy breathers while i think chan has sexy deep moans <3

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♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡ #sweet baby anon #asks: ot8 #asks: mtl

[sluttyminghao]

Mtl to go nuts if you send them a pic of your fingers/toy after you cum? Like if he's on tour/phonesex/just generally away from each other and you (ITH CONSENT!!!) send him a picture of your covered vibe/fingers

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Soonyoung: oh my god, he would be so quick to whip his dick out and start jerking off, would also call you and speak filth to you until he makes you cum again

Chan

Jeonghan

Seungcheol

Mingyu

Wonwoo

Minghao

Joshua

Junhui

Jihoon

Seokmin

Seungkwan

Vernon: look, he's not not a fan, but he would be a little baffled if you sent it in the middle of the day. he still thinks its hot though and would jerk off later

LEAST

#sluttyhao smut #sluttyhao mtl #sluttyhao reaction #kpop smut #kpop mtl #seventeen smut #seventeen mtl

[destiny-fics]

Have you seen the tiktok that does the MtL fuckboi skz and Jeongin is most likely to be a fuckboi?

Okay yes, yes I did and I agree

I feel like Jeongin is a bit of a dark horse or like kind of flies under the radar for most people. Bc they just see him as the cutie maknae. Which like, don't get me wrong he's absolutely adorable, but like, he's also hot af.

And he knows

He knows he's hot and god it shouldn't be as attractive as it is. But he also knows that people underestimate his game and he'd definitely use it to his advantage.

Tbh though I feel like with Innie he's either completely and utterly committed to one person or he's the biggest fuckboy to ever fuckboy, no inbetween.

He's got like ten people on the go, texting them all pretty selfies of him in bed like the ones he sends on bubble. He definitely captions those pics with shit like:

'Miss you so much. My bed's so empty without you <3'

'Wish I was there so I could warm you up.'

'Wish I could come over baby. Do you want me to come over?'

He did go to the Christopher Bang school of fuckboys after all

And God I'd eat that shit up everytime

He'd love taking his baby (yes he absolutely calls them all that) out to a lookout or something, and he's absolutely fucking them in the back of his car, or he's having them ride him in the driver's seat, either way there shall be sex involved.

Also like, and this is absolutely just bc he's two years older than me, but he just strikes me as the guy that all his friend's younger sisters have a crush on.

And before you asked, yes he has fucked them all.

Just...fuckboy Jeongin...wow

#did I go overboard with this? #perhaps #kpop smut #hard thoughts with rose #rose's mailbox 📬 #stray kids smut #yang jeongin smut #stray kids hard hours #jeongin smut #kpop hard hours

[frienderbender]

For the character ask: Skwisgaar :3

Send Me a Character

skwisgaar‼️ fuck yes

First impression: so i think i’ve talked about it before but mtl has always been a show i’ve been familiar with but never watched from beginning to end until a few years ago but i always liked skwisgaar because he looked and sounded So Much like this guy i had a thing with during my first year of college and that’s always been so fucking funny to me so i knew when i finally sat down and watched this show he’d be an instant fave for me.

Impression now: skwisgaar my beloved. i was still mostly right about the fave part except he just got pushed to 2nd place. 3rd depending on the day but still a character i hold dear. a character who i feel strongly about and who i think got so underutilized in canon. and as i’m typing this i realize that like all my faves have that in common LMAO

Favorite moment: so many to choose from. honestly any time he’s just goofing off and shedding that sorta cool sex god attitude. like when he and toki are making prank calls? oh my god. peak skwisgaar. i need him just being a dork.

Idea for a story: some guys AU-centric but something i’ve tossed around forever is a plot/“episode” where skwis and pickles go have a day out together (+seb ofc) and go have fun being the stay-at-home dads they are. bc like the other guys are busy working but these two wanna do stuff while their kids are at school and their spouses work. and they never hang out one-on-one and realize Wait we can actually have fun together. then ofc the other three hear about it like hey um Excuse Me why weren’t we invited🫡 we like to have days out. and skwis and pickles are like well we just wanted to go do some fun stuff together and you guys have work so :/ then will’s like I DON’T!!!😤 anyway the stay-at-home dad duo still does their weekday shopping trips. sorry guys.

Unpopular opinion: HMMMM okay so i always see people talk about How Often they see other people say skwisgaar is like an unemotional jerk or something along those lines and while i’ve seen that before too it’s always been from like. posts from 2013. like WHO in the modern age is saying that about him. i’ve always wondered this bc i’ve never seen that happen now😭 but uhh Unpopular Opinion hmm. i’d say if anything i’ve seen more modern takes kinda flip that old take on its head and i’ll see skwis written as more powerless in dynamics and it’s like Hey hold on. don’t go turning it THAT WAY bc that’s not right either😭

Favorite relationship: abigaar and nategaar man……..the thing about skwis is that i think he works really well with lots of characters. i love skwistok a lot too, and i think skwickles is fucking hilarious, but those first two….THE skwisgaar pairs for me.

Favorite headcanon: god i dunno. i think i’ll always be a sucker for secret hopeless romantic skwisgaar; i really do think he would like to settle down in his own way. and i also think—though idk how much this falls into the headcanon category—i think his dynamic with his mother is something worth analyzing. i think he really does want a relationship with her, and he does care for her, but It’s Complicated. there needs to be better communication on both ends, but i don’t know if they’ll ever really reach that point. and i think skwis has some difficulty accepting that he may never get an answer to why things ended up the way they did between them.

#thank you! :^D #asks #always ready to talk about the guy of all time #i feel like i wrote a lot. Wow You’d Think I Like Him Or Something

[slapshot-to-the-heart]

When We Went From Friends to This - a. beauvillier

One day late, but here it is! I’ve been studying for the LSAT, but finally took it today, so I’ll have some more time to be writing more regularly now. Title is from Taylor Swift’s Paper Rings. I loved getting to write this, so please please let me know what you think, my inbox is always open! Reading the tags is one of my favorite things to do, and reblogs help me know people are liking my work.

word count: 7.7k+

September 18 (sat)

Astride Leclair was the kind of person you always wanted on your side. She’d drop anything for a friend, always be the first to reach out, and would never give up on something — or someone — without a fight. She was also incredibly stubborn. Astride had also always had a penchant for adventure, which is how she found herself in a new job 600 miles and one international border from her hometown. And she hated asking for help, it really didn’t matter the circumstance. Which is how she found herself alone, trying to heft an armchair up the stairs of her new apartment building after being very rudely informed by the width of the elevator door that it wasn’t going to fit. 

The lump sum her firm gave her for relocation was enough to cover a fair amount of the furniture for her new place and she tried to bring as much as she could on the drive down, but it wasn’t like she was about to rent a U-Haul and there was only so much a Honda Civic could hold. And Astride was still her father’s daughter, still would rather step on a rusty nail than pay Ikea for assembly, so by God she was going to do it herself. And “doing it herself” apparently meant dragging an 80 pound box up three flights of stairs in 90º heat in September, when New York City seemed to have not quite yet gotten the memo that the rest of the Northern Hemisphere was now in fall. 

Astride finally managed to get the chair in the door, propping the door open with one of her moving boxes, unceremoniously pulling the box through the entryway as she scooted backwards into the living room. The 600 square foot expanse of her apartment was covered in boxes, more boxes, and for good measure, extra boxes. There were moving boxes, furniture boxes, shoeboxes filled with anything except for actual shoes. There was her guitar leaning against the microwave, three suitcases worth of clothes in the barely-assembled bedroom, and her dog in a crate in the corner, who had started to whine. 

“I know, baby, I’ll get you out soon,” Astride said, shooting a sympathetic glance towards the beagle mix. She had adopted Poutine a little over a year ago, soon after starting her first job out of university. It was never a question whether or not she would make the trip with Astride, and thankfully it was much easier than she anticipated to find a dog-friendly apartment in Brooklyn. It wasn’t too long a walk to Prospect Park, a little under a mile, and she was looking forward to getting out with Poutine later in the day. If, that was, she actually finished unpacking enough boxes to function like a normal human being. She had picked up her mattress-in-a-box earlier in the day, but it was still sitting in the corner of her bedroom and she wasn’t particularly looking forward to a night on the hardwood floor. 

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Three hours later, Astride had finally gotten all of the boxes out of her car and began to make decent headway on assembling the chair, finally having let Poutine out of her crate. The beagle trotted around the apartment, sniffing the baseboards, boxes, and single bag of groceries Astride had picked up from Whole Foods earlier in the day. The rest of her Ikea order was coming the next day, the actual bedframe and couch along with a couple of other larger furniture pieces that she had had to leave in Montréal. Whatever she couldn’t order online she’d find at a thrift store. 

Astride looked tiredly over at the kitchen. She really wasn’t in the mood to cook, and was in even less of a mood to dig through all the boxes until she finally found her set of pots and pans. She really should have taken her mom’s advice and labeled everything, but Astride was stubborn as a mule, and once she was stuck in her ways, there was precious little anyone could do to convince her otherwise. Pulling out her phone, she navigated to her Uber Eats, feeling a tiny pang in her heart as she switched her location to New York. Not the language, though. Astride was so hungry that she literally clicked on whatever place could get there the fastest, which ended up being a Chinese place a mile or so away. After placing her order — she got an extra box of chow mein so she wouldn’t have to deal with breakfast the next day — she settled back into the hair, the only fully-assembled piece of furniture in the whole apartment. Her finger hovered over her Instagram for a moment before she clicked on it, liking a few photos before going to post one of her own. It was a picture of the Brooklyn Bridge as she crossed it that morning, Poutine’s head lolling out the front window. One tap and one caption later, it was posted. 

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Anthony flopped onto his bed, his duffel landing with a satisfying thump on the floor beside him. Training camp had just ended, and while he’d certainly been keeping up on his workouts over the summer, the hours upon hours of skating had nevertheless made him more than a little sore. He grabbed his phone, opening up Instagram and scrolling through the new posts, only half paying attention. Astride’s new photo caught his eye.

Sometimes, needing a change means a new haircut. Sometimes, it means a new country. Very excited to start this next chapter in my life. Salut, New York! Anthony quickly clicked onto her profile page and read her bio. International economics analyst. Eating my way through the world one pancake at a time. BCom McGill. MTL-NYC. He read the last line over and over again. MTL-NYC. He swiped back to the photo; she had tagged herself in Brooklyn. Brooklyn. She was less than an hour away, not even thirty if the traffic wasn’t bad. But she hadn’t told him, she hadn’t said anything. Anthony felt a pang in his heart. Astride knew who he played for — obviously — and she knew that of course he’d want to see her any time they were even remotely in the same place. She knew that. Right? 

He spent the next twenty minutes typing out a message to her. Then deleting it. Then retyping it. Then continuing the type-delete-retype cycle until his head was spinning. This was his best friend. Why was he so nervous to talk to her? Because she was his best friend, and as much as he hated to admit it, he really wasn’t sure where they stood. He hadn’t been sure for a long time. Hey Asty! He internally cringed at himself at the use of her old nickname. I saw you moved to New York, that’s amazing! I’m over on Long Island, so I’d love to catch up with you for coffee or something when you get a chance. It’s been too long :) 

It might have been a little petty — scratch that, it definitely was petty — but Astride didn’t respond to his text that night. She didn’t have read receipts on, thank God, but it sat in her messages, without response, like something she was too scared to confront. And she didn’t even know why. Okay, fine, she knew exactly why. She had moved and suddenly they were in the same city for the first time since they were kids and he was, had been, her best friend, but why now of all times? It’s not like he was never in Montréal during the year, or like they couldn’t have committed to a weekly FaceTime or something, or at least texted more than once a month. He could have done something. And that something, that lack of a something, was what kept her from responding until the next morning, tapping out a text as she halfheartedly made her way through a bowl of oatmeal. Hi, Tito, just saw your text! Lie. I did, an opportunity for a transfer came up and I decided to take it. I figured you were pretty close by, so it would be great to catch up. I don’t start at the office for a week, if you’re free any time between now and then. That much was true. She wasn’t stupid, she knew the Islanders played on, well, Long Island, and as much as she wanted to still hold a grudge against him, her heart ached at the prospect of finally being able to see him again. 

Anthony responded almost instantly, Astride having just closed the door to the dishwasher — a luxury in New York, she was told — before seeing her phone light up with the telltale bubble. I’d love to, we just finished up training camp so I’m more or less free aside from practices. A second later. Is brunch still your favorite meal?

Astride laughed. It didn’t surprise her that he remembered, but it was still touching to see him say something about it. It is.

How about Tuesday? I’ll send you the directions. It’s this little café in Flatbush, I think you’ll love it. 

I’m counting on it. 

September 26 (sun)

Brunch had turned into dinner, which had turned into going to a Broadway show — Anthony had insisted the moment she told him she’d never been — which had turned into him coming over for Saturday night movies, an old habit of the pair’s from their days back in Québec. Which had turned into two movies and two bottles of wine, which had turned into Tito sleeping over on the couch instead of driving the thirty-odd minutes back to his apartment. Poutine sniffed him curiously, nudging one hand with her head. Astride stifled a giggle, opening the door to the balcony. “He’s very sleepy, Poutine. It’s not good manners to wake up your guests.”

“Even when they fall asleep on your couch and steal all your blankets?” Anthony said sleepily from behind. 

Astride wheeled around, greeted by a half-awake Anthony Beauvillier, who was indeed bundled in all of the blankets she owned that weren’t actively on her bed. “Tito! Oh my God, you scared me. How’d you sleep?”

He shrugged. “Not bad, about as well as can be expected.” He tapped his phone, cursing when he realized it was dead. “Do you know what time it is?”

She glanced down at her watch. “8:52, why?”

Anthony jumped up, throwing his shirt back on and grabbing his still-dead phone. “I’m supposed to meet Mat for breakfast at 9:30, and the place is,” he paused for a moment, running through the grid system in his head, “probably half an hour away? I’m never the late one, can’t break that streak now.” 

“Gotcha.”

He grabbed his keys, looking back at her. “Why don’t you come? You’re already dressed, and you remember Mat, right?”

She wiggled her hand. “Kind of?” She crossed the room, letting Poutine back in. “You only want me for my charged phone and navigation system.”

“You got me,” he said, laughing. 

---

“You named your dog Poutine?” Mat snickered, taking a bite of his eggs. 

“Would you rather I named him Tim Horton?” Astride deadpanned. “He’s a good Canadian boy with a good Canadian mom. He needed a good Canadian name.” 

Mat raised his coffee mug, tilting it over towards her. “Touché.”

Anthony waved his hand in front of Mat’s face, trying to catch his attention from where he was utterly preoccupied with destroying his sourdough toast. “Hey, Mat.”

“Mmm?” He glanced up. 

“Did you know that Astride lives right by Barclays? Like, right by Barclays?” 

His eyebrows rose. “No way?” Astride nodded. “That’s a great area, would have been awesome if you were here a couple of years ago. Short walk to the games.”

“That’s what I told her yesterday,” Tito responded. 

---

“You’re kidding,” Anthony said, looking up at her building, then across the street to Barclays, then back to Astride, one hand tangling through his hair. “We used to play right across from here.” 

Astride laughed. “I thought about that,” she said. “You know I still watched your games, right? Even after we fell out of touch?” Anthony shook his head. “You were still someone I cared about, are still someone I care about, even when we only talked a few times a year.” 

Beau stood there, unable to formulate a complete sentence. As far as he knew, the last Islanders game she watched had been the 2016 opener, his NHL debut and her first year at McGill. Why did he assume that? Why did he assume the worst? You can care about people even when they’re not in your life anymore. And sometimes, if you get really, really lucky, they come back. 

October 9 (sat) 

“Ebs is having a barbeque thing over at his house this weekend, just stuff to celebrate the beginning of the season if you wanted to come. No pressure if you’ve got plans already, though,” Anthony said over the FaceTime. 

Astride nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds great, I’d love to come! Just let me know when to show up and what to bring, and I’ll be there.”

 It was almost a fifty-minute drive for Astride from her apartment in Prospect Heights to the house in Garden City, but there wasn’t too much traffic and besides, she had always liked driving. So she set off in her Civic, plugged her music in, and headed down 495. Anthony met her outside of the house, greeting her with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek as he cocked his head towards the backyard. “Party’s this way. Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” 

Astride dutifully followed, trying not to let her nerves take hold of her. Everyone might have already been Beau’s friends, but she didn’t know them, or the dynamic of everyone’s relationships, or really, what to expect at all. 

He noticed her apprehension, stopping her with a feather-light touch on her arm just before walking through the back gate. “Hey, Asty. What is it?” 

She let out a little huff, still upset that he could read her like a book even after all this time. “I’m just worried that I’ll feel like I’m intruding on everything, like everyone already has their friends and a group and everything, and here comes some random Québécoise who’s a friend of Tito’s—” 

He laughed, turning her around to face him. “Astride, they’re going to love you. As long as you’re the hilarious, witty, caring person I know you are, they’re going to love you as much as I do, and you’re going to fit in just fine. Do you trust me?” 

She gave a tiny nod. “Yeah.” 

He smiled, squeezing her hand. “Good, now come back, everyone’s waiting.” 

They walked through the gate, greeted by a crowd of smiling faces as Anthony brought her around to everyone to make their rounds. There was Anders, he was the captain, and his wife. There was Jordan and Lauren, and she already knew Mat, and JGP — who was excited to have another person to speak French to — and a dozen or so others, along with their respective partners and children. Anthony had gone over to talk to Mat and some of the other players, while Astride had wandered over to the drinks table. Some of the other women were chatting nearby; one of them caught Astride’s eye and waved her over to join them. 

“Beau didn’t tell us he was bringing anyone!” one of the women said, pulling her over to the group with a bright smile and handing her a glass of sangria. 

“Mhm,” she replied, taking a sip of the drink. “I’m new to the city, obviously, so I think he wanted me to have some people I know outside of just work.” 

They all nodded. “How long have you two been together, though?” another asked. “I didn’t even know he was seeing anyone, did you?” She looked around at the others, who shook their heads as Astride’s eyes bulged. 

“Together? No, no, we’re not together. We’ve been best friends for ages, but,” she shook her head. 

“Could have fooled me,” Lauren said with the smallest of winks. 

Astride suddenly became very interested in the floating berries in her sangria. She looked over at Anthony, who was throwing his head back, laughing at something one of the rookies had said, and smiled. But Lauren’s words kept lingering in the back of her mind. Could have fooled me. Okay, it wasn’t like it was the first time they had been mistaken for a couple; whenever she’d make the trip up to Shawingan to visit him when he was in the QMJHL, more than once she’d have to explain to his teammates that no, she wasn’t Beau’s girlfriend, they were just best friends who had known each other forever. Just best friends. 

Astride had always equated her lingering feelings for Anthony to the nostalgia of a childhood crush, the safety and security that came with remembering something from a time that seemed so simple and so easy. But childhood crushes didn’t last for ten years. And that wasn’t something she hadn’t wanted to come to terms with, something she’d been putting off for years if she was being honest with herself. 

“You didn’t tell me Astride was coming,” Mat commented, seeing her mid-laugh in conversation with the other girls. 

Anthony nodded. “Yeah. She didn’t have any plans for the weekend and I thought it would be nice to introduce her to everyone. I remember how shitty it felt to be in a new city away from your family, don’t want her to be lonely. Plus, I genuinely think she’ll fit in great with everyone.” 

Mat hummed his agreement. “She’s changed since Switzerland, don’t you think?” he asked appreciatively, referring to over five years ago, the last time he had seen her in person.

“Don’t even think about it,” Beau mumbled to Mat, seeing his eyebrows go so far up they were hidden in his hairline. 

“I see a hot girl, I appreciate a hot girl,” Mat shrugged. “But don’t worry, I won’t try anything. I know she’s off-limits.” 

The rest of the afternoon passed quicker than she would have thought, and after a few hours and more good conversations, it was time for Astride to leave. “Have a safe drive back,” Anthony said, giving her a hug. 

“I will,” she responded. 

He opened the driver’s side door for her. “I’m really glad you came, you know. Everyone liked you, you fit in great.” 

“It wasn’t all me,” she said, sliding into the seat, turning her head to Anthony to continue the conversation. “Everyone really did seem to go out of their way to make me feel included, I think they understood the feeling of moving to a whole new place without a big support system and wanted to do what they could to help mitigate that for me.” Astride consciously left out Lauren’s little comment, four words that had been bouncing around in her head for hours since they had been said. He didn’t need to know. She didn’t need him to know, it could confuse him and complicate things when they were just getting back into the rhythm of friendship, of being each other’s person. 

Anthony tapped his fingers on the car door. “I’m glad.” 

“Me too.”

Beau went to sleep that night, Mat’s words bouncing around in his head. “I know she’s off-limits.” It’s not like Cass was his sister or something, someone who would inherently be barred from his best friend’s dating pool. But Mat seemed to know right away, without having ever been told, that she wasn’t someone he could ever even consider pursuing. Why? And what did Mat seem to know that he didn’t?

November 12 (fri)

It was early November, and Anthony and Astride had just settled down at a table in Prospect Park, coffee cups warming their hands through the late fall chill. “How do you feel about last night?” Astride asked teasingly. He had a three point game, two goals and an assist in a 4-1 win over the Canes, so there really wasn’t any question that he was still riding on the high. 

Beau rolled his eyes. “Good, obviously. It would have been nice to get a hat trick, but I know that’s asking for a lot and I didn’t want to tempt fate too much. They made a really good push late in the second.”

“But you won,” she said, poking his shoulder with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around her mocha. 

“But we won,” he agreed. He suddenly got quiet, the kind of quiet where, if you know the person well enough, you can tell that something’s up. That they’re thinking of something. And Astride was right. “Do you ever think about Switzerland?” he asked. 

Astride looked at him from the side, knowing right away that he wasn’t asking about the country. “All the time,” she admitted. 

---

It was the spring of 2015, and they were in Lucerne. By they, Astride meant her, Tito, and the rest of the 2015 Canadian U18 World Cup team. And by in Lucerne, she meant crowded into someone’s hotel room with no adult supervision. Anthony wasn’t sure where any of the coaching staff had gone, but if he was being honest, he was riding on way too big of a high to even care. They had clinched the bronze medal earlier that day, celebrating with the family and friends who had made the trip out, gotten dinner, and then packed into the first team room they came to. Well, technically, Astride, Tito, and Mat had made a stop at the grocery store before meeting everyone else back in the room. The drinking age in Switzerland was 16 for everything but spirits, and everyone was planning on taking full advantage of that. The cashier gave them a look as she took her and Anthony’s French licenses and Mat’s English one, but the charge went through just fine, and fifteen minutes later they were walking back through the doorway with three cases of beer and a few bottles of sparkling wine for good measure. Astride had never been so grateful to have her own checking account. 

“You ever drink before?” Mat asked her as they opened the cases. 

Astride shrugged. “Not really. A glass of wine every now and again back home with my parents, but nothing too crazy.” 

He held out a bottle for her, fishing around in his pocket for the bottle opener they had picked up at the store. “Have fun.” 

And have fun Astride did. She had finished off two of the beers, and one of the younger teammates — she didn’t remember who — had popped open the wine. In his slightly inebriated state, it took longer than it should have to twist off the muselet, which then led to foam all over the floor and fifteen sixteen and seventeen-year-olds running to the bathroom to grab towels to try and mop it up with. And then running back to the bathroom to get the water glasses because they needed something to drink it out of, right? And then to everyone else’s rooms because they quickly realized that two cups definitely wasn’t enough to go around, and then everyone was back in the room, on the beds and around the beds, finally letting themselves celebrate. Astride was just finishing her glass when Mat spoke. “Anyone up for never have I ever?” Nobody said otherwise, so two minutes later, they were all arranged in what could very generously be called a circle, fresh drinks in hand. After a solid five minutes of repeating the rules — there was always at least one person who seemed to genuinely struggle with the idea that you drank if you had done the thing, not if you hadn’t — they were slowly but surely making their way around the circle. 

Questions ranged from the mundane — “Never have I ever gotten detention” — to the raunchy — “Never have I ever had my parents walk in on me” — neither of which Astride or Tito drank to. 

By the time it was Mat’s turn, he had had plenty of time to think, looking around the group with a conspiratorial grin. “What is it?” Tito asked skeptically. 

He shrugged. “Never have I ever...kissed anyone in the circle.” As expected, nobody drank, but apparently that wasn’t expected, not for Mat, at least. He looked between Anthony and Astride incredulously. “Seriously? You two have never kissed?”

Anthony shook his head. “Nope.”

“How? You’ve been friends for, like, a million years, not even when you were little or anything?” he asked. 

“Never,” Astride said. “Kind of hard to kiss your best friend when you haven’t kissed anyone before.” She barely even realized that everyone was still listening in. 

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” Anthony asked, surprised. 

Astride looked down at her hands, sipping her beer. “Nope.” She gave him a brief smile. “I know it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but no. Just hasn’t happened yet.”

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe it was feelings buried so deeply in Anthony’s mind that he didn’t think would ever see the light of day, let alone have to be confronted, that made him say what he did next. “I could—if you wanted—you don’t have to, but—” he stammered.

Astride laughed, looking at him curiously. “What is it, Tito? You’re not normally one to stumble over your words like that.”

He picked at his fingernails, an old nervous tick from his childhood that his mother was never quite able to get him to break, keenly aware that the whole room had decided to listen into their conversation. “I was just trying to say...I could do it, if you want. Kiss you, I mean. If you just wanted to get it over with, or whatever. I just figured. You know me, you trust me, you’re comfortable with me. Better that than some idiot at school who doesn’t care about you.”

Her cheeks burned as she looked over at him, but even though it took her nearly a minute to respond, she had her answer after five seconds. “Why not?” Astride flashed him the purest, gentlest smile, the kind that let him know just how much she cared about him and how deeply she trusted him. And the look on her face meant the world to him. 

Anthony leaned in, his hand coming up to rest on her shoulder, his fingertips just barely touching her cheek as their foreheads leant together. “You sure about this?” He needed her to be sure. 

She nodded. “I’ve had a couple of drinks, and I never imagined my first kiss would be in front of an audience,” she paused to giggle at the rest of the team, who were giving the scene their full attention in a way that somehow wasn’t uncomfortable at all, just wholesome and supportive, “but yeah. I’m sure.”

That was all the permission Anthony needed to lean forward, pressing his lips against hers, in a kiss that was soft and sweet and somehow everything Astride needed all in one. He pulled back after a moment, a goofy smile on his face. “How was it?”

Astride couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Good, it was really good, Tito. Thank you for that.”

“What are friends for?”

---

“Friends are for kissing each other, apparently,” Astride giggled, leaning into Anthony on his couch. 

He laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over her arm. “Did you ever think something was going to happen between us?” Anthony asked curiously. 

Astride shrugged. “At some point, yeah. I think it was kind of hard not to, with our parents and literally everyone we spent time with saying we were destined to fall in love.” She looked down at her hands, trying not to give away the fact that at one point, she had believed them. 

November 30 (tues)

“Do you want to come over Friday?” Anthony asked, sprawled out across her couch on one of his rare nights off. He had made the drive over to Astride’s apartment, cooking salmon and roasting vegetables while she took the much more daunting task of picking what to watch on Netflix. She settled on Back to the Future. “I can order in Thai, I know we’re trying to work our way through the Mission Impossibles.” 

Astride grimaced. “I actually...kind of have a date Friday night,” she admitted. 

Anthony made a hum of surprise. “You do?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t act so shocked, Tito. There are men in this city of nine million who want to take me out.” 

He sputtered. “It’s not that that shocks me, Asty. You’d have men lining up around the block for you if you’d give any of them a second glance. It’s just that. You never seem to bother actually going after any of them. What made this one different?” 

“I mean, honestly hour?” Astride said, shrugging. 

“Honestly hour.” 

“I haven’t been on a date since I left Montréal, you know that. It had been a few months there too. And I’ve loved hanging out with you more, getting to know Mat and the team and everyone’s partners, but...I needed something different, too. Something that felt like a part of my life that wasn’t directly connected to the team. Which, don’t get me wrong,” she added hastily, “I love them, and it’s been so nice to be a part of that group, I just…” Astride trailed off. 

“You can’t let that be the only part of your life. I get it,” Anthony added helpfully.  

“Yeah,” Astride agreed. “So enter Cole. He works in a different division of the IE department, I’m obviously Europe and he’s Asia, mostly does work with Taiwan and Singapore. Um,” she said, her eyes turning towards the ceiling, “he seems really nice, did international business at UPenn, which is a great program. Speaks fluent Mandarin, uh, I think he mentioned he’s got a few fish at home.” 

Anthony snorted. “What’s wrong with fish?” Astride asked defensively. 

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong with fish,” he said. “Just seems like an odd choice. Maybe his building doesn’t allow pets or something.” 

“Maybe,” Astride responded. “I wouldn’t know, he lives in Manhattan, over in Tribeca. Bikes to work.” 

Tito laughed again. “I don’t trust people who bike to work in New York City, Asty. They have zero regard for their own lives or safety.” 

She giggled. “That might be true. But I’m looking forward to it, the date, I mean. I really am. It’s been a while since I’ve really put myself back out there, and I’m ready for something good. Something real.” 

He gave a half-smile from his side of the couch. “I’m happy for you, Astride. I hope you have a great time, and I hope he treats you right. If he doesn’t, just let him know that you can sic an entire professional hockey team on him with a single phone call.” 

“I will,” she said. “I’ll call you when it’s over, tell you how it went.” “

I’ll be waiting,” he said. 

Anthony thought back on the conversation as he sat on the corner of his bed that night, about to go to sleep. He turned his phone over and over in his hands, his eyes fixating on the chip in the crown molding that he hadn’t gotten around to fixing yet. He wasn’t lying to Astride when he said he was happy for her. He was, of course he was, who wouldn’t want their best friend to be happy? But while he wanted nothing more, nothing more, than to be able to give his full-throated support for her date, and the potential the future held for her and this Cole guy, he couldn’t do it. There was something stopping him. And the worst part of it all was that Anthony was starting to realize what it was. 

---

Astride had said that their dinner reservation was at 7, some brasserie in the West Village. “That’s a French thing, right?” Cole had asked. 

“It is,” Astride responded, gearing up for her translation skills to be used for the first time in months. She spoke almost exclusively French around Tito, and with JGP and Brassard, but the majority of her day was spent in English. Cole said that the restaurant had come highly recommended from one of his Wall Street friends, something that should have been the first red flag. 

“Never trust the finance bros,” Reese, a German specialist and one of her friends at the office, had said. “They all think they’re God’s gift to mankind when I can guarantee you they ain’t shit.”  

She had said it was at 7, so Anthony wasn’t expecting to hear from her until much later; honestly, he would have been surprised if she had called before 10. He tried not to think about what it could mean if she didn’t call at all that night. She had said it was at 7, so when he heard a knock at his door at half past nine, he practically jumped out of his skin before scrambling to open the door. His eyebrows rose when he saw Astride on the other side of the door, then his face contorted into a look of sympathy as he saw the sad smile on her lips, her jacket slung over one arm. 

“Can I come in?” she asked. He nodded without question, holding the door while stepping out of the way. He padded to the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of Moscato and two glasses. Astride smiled gratefully at him as he uncorked the bottle and poured. He knew that she couldn’t do red wine when she was upset, and she was upset. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked tentatively. 

Astride shrugged, sipping the wine. “Not much to tell other than it was probably the worst first date I’ve ever been on.” 

That piqued Anthony’s interest. He’d never be happy that she was upset, but something told him the story wasn’t quite that simple. “What about it was so bad?” 

“Where do I begin?” she sighed. “He was on time, but that’s pretty much the only thing Cole did right the entire night. He was rude to the waitress when we had to wait all of ten minutes until our reservation was ready, because the couple ahead had gone long. Then he ordered the most expensive bottle of red wine they had, without even asking me to see what I wanted. He really just was trying to show off that he could afford it. And it was a Sangiovese, and you know I hate dry wines, so I was just trying to choke the whole thing down. And then he insisted on ordering for me, which is probably the most chauvinistic thing I could think of, I mean, who does that anymore?” she asked incredulously. 

Tito shrugged. It was disrespectful, absolutely, but more than that, it was just weird. If women have mouths that work, then they’re more than capable of doing something as simple as ordering their own food. 

“And he kept trying to pour me more wine after the first glass, even when I told him a million times I was good.” Anthony’s grip on his glass tightened. Astride rubbed her temples with her free hand. “He just kept going on and on about work, and this big promotion he’s insisting he’s going to get even though I know for a fact that they want Maria for it. I could barely get a word in edgewise. That’s when I just decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I faked that Jean-Claude was calling, grabbed my jacket, and caught a cab over here.” She looked up at him, the same disappointed expression she had worn when he opened the door. “I was really hoping this one would pan out, Tito.” 

He felt an ache in his heart. He may have been less than thrilled about the prospect of Astride going out on a date, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less to see her so despondent. He leaned over, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear that had fallen loose. “I know, Asty. And I’m sorry it didn’t.”

December 13 (mon)

Anthony and Mat were the last ones in the locker room after a morning practice. “I found this new place nearby last week that’s got great smoothie bowls, want to get one after you finish packing your stuff?” Anthony asked, looking over at Mat. 

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, Sounds good,” Mat nodded, half-listening. 

Anthony glanced over at him, a weird look on his face. “You good, dude? You sound distracted.”

Mat spoke abruptly, looking over at Tito with a laser-focused expression. “How long have you been in love with Astride?” 

Anthony’s eyebrows jumped a foot. “In love with Astride? Why would you think that?”

Mat gave him a look, the kind of look that let Anthony know he was dead serious about what he was saying, and more than that, that he believed it. “Tito, I’m dumb, but I’m not stupid.”

Anthony leaned forward, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “It’s that obvious?” 

“Yep,” Mat said, popping the p. 

“Do you think she knows?” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper. 

“I don’t know,” Mat said, shrugging. “I don’t think so, she doesn’t seem like the type of person to really be able to know about something as big as that and not address it. Doesn’t like to keep things bottled up, it’s not really her style.”

Anthony nodded. “It’s not.” He raked one hand through his haid, his head still leaning on the other one. “God. How do you tell your best friend you’re in love with her?”

Mat put one hand on Beau’s back, comforting him as best he could. “I don’t know, Tito. I wish I could help. What I do know,” he said, “is that you’re going to have to eventually. Because it’s going to tear you up if you don’t.”

December 18 (sat)

Astride tossed one final empty can into the garbage bag. “I think that’s it,” she said, giving his living room a cursory look. What had looked like a warzone only less than an hour before now more closely resembled the somewhat-messy but perfectly respectable bachelor pad of a man in his 20s, like it should have. With the holidays approaching, Anthony had decided to take it into his own hands to host a party — alongside Astride, who he had practically begged for help — intent on showcasing his newly-acquired skills by playing bartender the whole night. He was surprisingly capable, Astride had thought, if her Sazerac was anything to go by. 

He smiled at her. “Thanks, Asty. And thanks for staying and helping clean everything up, you really didn’t have to.” 

She tied the bag off and set it by the door with the other one. “I wanted to. And besides, I’m staying over,” she said, looking over at Anthony, “so what did you think I was going to do? Lock myself in the guest room while you cleaned up the whole apartment by yourself? What kind of a woman do you take me for?” she asked in mock offense. 

Anthony laughed, sitting down on the couch with a satisfying thump, pulling Astride into his side when she settled next to him. 

“I’m so glad we got back in contact,” she said, muffled against the fabric of his hoodie. “I’m so glad we’re friends again.” 

He felt guilty; more than that, he knew that the guilt, at least some of it, was deserved. “I should have done more,” he lamented. “I should have done more to keep in contact, more to show you I cared, more so you’d know that your friendship is one of the things I value most in my life.” 

Astride gave a small smile. “It’s a two-way street, Tito. Sure, I won’t lie and say that you really put all that much effort into keeping in contact. You didn’t.” He winced, she shot him a sympathetic look. “I love you, but you know me. I don’t mince my words. But I definitely could have done more than text you congratulations or leave a thirty-second voicemail on your birthday. We both could have done more. We both should have done more,” she said, correcting herself. “What do you think happened, though? Where did we go wrong?” As much as she might have hated it, Astride was that kind of person. She went through every bad decision in her life with a fine-toothed comb, needing to know what went wrong, needing to know what she could have done differently. 

“I think,” he began, “that it was just so easy to get distracted from ‘back home’ things. From our friendship, from my relationships with my family. From the important things, the things that I should have made an effort to prioritize even when the season got hectic and games got hard. And I’m not trying to make excuses,” he added quickly, “but there was just something about where I was, physically and mentally. I was 19, a rookie in one of the biggest cities in the world, and I think I just lost sight of things. Between the practices and games and going out and community events and trying to get in more than five hours of sleep a night, it was a lot,” he admitted. “It was stressful, probably weighed on me more than I wanted to admit. And I don’t want to sound ungrateful, because I’m well aware I was — and am — living a life thousands of kids would kill for, but there’s a lot that goes on behind the scenes that you don’t really understand unless you’ve been through it. I don’t have many regrets from my rookie season, or really many in my career so far. Don’t regret moving for minors, don’t regret going to the Isles, don’t regret any of the contracts I’ve signed or plays I’ve made. Well,” he smirked, “maybe a few. But the one big one? The only real regret I’ve had? Letting you go.” 

Astride swallowed hard, choosing her next words carefully. “What do you mean, letting me go?”

Anthony let out a hard sigh. He’d put it off for long enough. He couldn’t do it any longer. “Never telling you how I feel.”

“How you feel?” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, her fingers tangling in the fringe of the fleece blanket that was slung over the couch cushions. 

“Like I love you so much my heart could burst.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “How long have you known?”

He looked at her with a soft smile. “Ever since Switzerland.”

“Six years?”

“Six years.” He reached out slowly, so slowly, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear when she didn’t move back. They sat in silence for a moment, and when Anthony spoke again, his voice wavered. “Asty? Say something.”

Astride’s lifted her head, finally meeting his eyes. “I knew since I was 15.”

His face split into a grin, wider and wider until she was sure she’d never seen a bigger smile. “You did? You do?”

She nodded, leaning forward so their foreheads were touching. She put her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat fluttering butterfly-fast underneath her fingertips. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since I knew what love was, Tito.”

He pushed forward, pressing his lips against hers for the first time since 2015, the first time since Switzerland. It was gentle and meaningful and somehow communicated all of the love and emotion that had been built up between the two of them in the past six years. Anthony pulled back after a minute, his lips pink and slightly puffy. “Tell me where your head’s at, Astride.”

“Is it too cliché to just say that this might be the happiest I’ve been in years?”

He shook his head, smiling. “Not at all.” But there was something that she wasn’t quite letting go of. “What is it, Astride?”

Astride sniffed. “I want this. You and I, I want it so mad it hurts. I just hate the idea that we’d turn into some sort of cliché. Childhood friends who grow up and fall in love, but something goes wrong and they split up and suddenly the dynamic of everything is messed up and I don’t want that, Tito. I don’t know if I could deal with you hating me because of how things ended.” 

“But things don’t have to end, Asty. Every broken heart, every date where some asshole has stood you up has led you to know that you deserve more. You deserve so much more, Astride, you deserve the sun and the moon and someone who would hang them in the sky for you. It doesn’t have to end in heartbreak. It doesn’t have to end at all.” 

Astride had always been someone who was cautious, someone who thought before she acted and never spoke without thinking through every possible outcome. But this was one of the times that she couldn’t do that, one of the times when, as much as she may have hated it, she needed to take a leap of faith. And so she did. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Anthony asked, his voice lifting. 

She nodded, the happiness on her face unmistakable. “Okay.”

And as Astride and Anthony FaceTimed her parents to break the news, her mom slapping her dad’s shoulder, claiming that she had “called it” back in 2014, Astride was filled with a sense of undeniable, irreplaceable joy. The kind of joy that the poets write about and artists put brush to canvas trying to depict, the kind that most people go their whole lives only hoping to get a glimpse of. The kind that made Astride more certain of one thing than she had perhaps been in her entire life. It didn’t have to end in heartbreak. And this one didn’t have to end at all. 

And as they stood two years later in a little church in their hometown, promising in front of their family and friends and the entire New York Islanders to love each other for the rest of their lives, Astride finally believed it.

#anthony beauvillier #hockey smut #hockey writing #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl smut #nhl writing #new york islanders

[spockandawe]

ALSO! New webnovel rec, because I am incapable of reading the quality fanfiction my dear friend harvests and brings back home to feed our family, but am apparently perfectly capable of reading whole novels’ worth of possibly-garbage looking for something edible.

And this wasn’t garbage! I’ve been craving books that scratch the same itch as svsss basically since I finished svsss, but haven’t had much luck tracking down good stuff. Transmigration books aren’t that hard to find, or ones where the transmigrator enters a villain’s body, but I’m really a sucker for that stallion-novel-(straight)-sex-drive-turns-into-single-target-(gay)-sexuality, and finding someone who can execute that in a cute+funny way, but still with moving moments and serious emotional depth... it’s harder. And I do want something distinct from svsss. So in general, I’m still/always on the lookout, but this is the first real success I’ve found, and I like it a lot.

It’s called How To Survive As A Villain, and the premise is that a current-day mild-mannered young ceo type.... gets terminal cancer, and eventually, kills himself. Towards the end, he was reading a webnovel about a stallion novel protagonist who had been a prince, until his kingdom was attacked, his family was killed, and he was captured by the emperor of the attacking kingdom. From there, he endures lots of hardship and torture, falls in love with the emperor’s little sister, eventually escapes and returns to his kingdom, comes back up north with an army, kills the emperor, etc. Eventually he collects a huge-ass harem and unites all the kingdoms under his rule.

WELL, that emperor... is who the main character (Xiao Yu’an) becomes. And the original emperor had been young, new to the throne, hedonistic, openly gay, and..... predatory doesn’t exactly feel like the right word, but it’s not WRONG, and saying No to the emperor is a terrible idea. He’s got a whole wing of gay concubines, some of whom are much more willing to be there than others. Xiao Yu’an is not interested in using the harem in the same way as the original goods, but they’re there, and his tastes are well known, so he’s a little bit stuck with them.

The stallion novel male lead (Yan Heqing) is imprisoned, and is busy suffering away. Xiao Yu’an is a genuinely good egg, and tries to act in as much good faith as possible with everyone around him, which includes trying to do decently by Yan Heqing. However... the northern kingdom is kind of responsible for crushing the southern kingdom and the deaths of Yan Heqing’s whole family, and he is not willing to put that behind him. First notable point of compare and contrast with svsss: Yan Heqing is NOT willing to forgive mistreatment in the same way that Luo Binghe is, and... I love the svsss plot, but this kind of determined resentment was also very tasty.

And the first point of general plot divergence that I hadn’t expected! Yan Heqing tries to kill Xiao Yu’an, and Xiao Yu’an is like STOP STOP STOP, I’M NOT THE EMPEROR, I’M REALLY NOT. And Yan Heqing does not want to believe that, but Xiao Yu’an stops his guards from bursting in on this attempted murder, and is finally like ‘whatever!!!! I already died once, I don’t care anymore!! Screw it, I’m going to bed!!!!!!!!!!’

So that is the turning point for the Yan Heqing to start catching Feelings, and it seems for a while like things will be able to progress happily. But everyone knows that Yan Heqing is the imprisoned prince of an enemy country, and a lot of powerful people are VERY eager to beat him down and/or just eliminate him, and eventually, it becomes clear that he can’t stay, and Xiao Yu’an takes back the intimacy between them (’instead of calling me by name, you should call me ‘your majesty’.’) and sends him back to his home, and settles in to try to take care of his kingdom.

But the book plot presses on, and their kingdom is destined to be defeated in the end. And it was surprisingly sad to read, because a lot of good people try really hard to make things work. And in the end, Xiao Yu’an goes to surrender himself to the approaching army. And oh my god, the MISUNDERSTANDINGS in this book. I do sometimes get impatient with misunderstandings as a plot point, because ‘just! talk!!!!!!!!’ but this book has done a LOVELY job with continually adding new inputs that change the situation without allowing them to sort things out. Both of them think the other one despises him (Xiao Yu’an: of course he hates the ruler of the nation that crushed his home) (Yan Heqing: of course he hates the leader of the army in the process of crushing his home) and Xiao Yu’an eventually makes his escape to a quiet mountain town to live a quiet mountain life while thinking that if Yan Heqing sees him again, he’s definitely going to be killed horribly :’)

The translation isn’t done yet, and I’m wrestling with whether or not I’m desperate enough for mtl or not. The main character is really funny at times, and makes jokes about marxism and management and things that I doubt the mtl has any hope of translating well, but also........... the two leads have just been reunited after a long separation, there is a LOT of heartsickness and pining, fresh misunderstandings, and SO MUCH HEARTSICKNESS! The novelupdates summary was like ‘A takes care of B, and then B takes care of A’, and I’m so impatient for Yan Heqing to start taking care of and protecting Xiao Yu’an. He wants to dote on him so BADLY, and was COMPLETELY rattled the first time he realized he’d been reunited with Xiao Yu’an again. 

And also........ I love mxtx, don’t love the way that she is like ‘yeah, only the two leads are gay, everyone else is str8, except for moshang’, and this book is DEFINITELY not doing that same thing. There are pair of EXCELLENT girlfriends who just got married, and I am definitely shaming the boys for not being even a FRACTION as competent as these ladies are. There’s another side couple that genuinely made me gasp with how sweet they are. And the main character is oblivious when it comes to his own self (though it is established in that in his previous life, he was never able to pin down his own sexuality), but he’s so supportive of everyone else. He falls into very sqq-esque traps of ‘oh, this girl is for the male lead, and nobody else’ and misses the way she’s clearly pining for a lady, but once he does catch a clue, he’s so good!

About half the book is done, and there are some INTERESTING dangling plot threads that I have to assume will come up again, but I have no idea in what capacity. At this point in the original canon, the main character’s First True Love had died, and he kinda fell apart and threw himself into harem-building shenanigans, but we’re past that point in the story now and while the PLOT-plot is moving in approximately the same direction, the emotional plot is completely different. And Yan Heqing has... pretty much made his smooching intentions clear, though we still have to see Xiao Yu’an is going to stop to process that, or if he’s still going to be stuck in panic mode that Yan Heqing wants to torture him. He’s got valid reasons for those worries, even outside just ‘ummm, i read the book’, but Yan Heqing is DESPERATELY devoted now, and I need the translator to translate more, right away, blease, I’m desperate ;u;

#how to survive as a villain #i don't want to *just* compare it to svsss #because it's a very different beast in the end #but i arrived here because of svsss cravings #which makes it a very convenient way to talk about the book #and it goes down so smooth and easy #i love it a lot #suicide mention/

[razberryyum]

I JUST FINISHED 2HA. I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM IT.

First of all I'm so sad I'm done because I really wanted the story to continue FOREVER. I feel the same sense of emptiness now as I did after MDZS/Untamed and SVSSS. Actually, the emptiness might be worse since it reallyyyyy put my emotions through the wringer. I need a long mental and emotional vacation before even thinking of starting TGCF, which is next on my list (altho, in case anyone isn't aware, 2HA is by Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat-laoshi; MDZS, Scum Villain and TGCF is ofc by MXTX-laoshi)

I also feel a bit bummed that I had to read the last two-thirds of 2HA, which is pretty much the most important parts, through MTL. Even though some parts of the MTLs were edited it still doesn't do this amazing novel justice. But I am truly grateful efforts were made to improve parts of the MTLs cuz that made it at least bearable and comprehensible for the most part. I cannot wait until the official translation team (headed by @rynnamonrolls on Twitter) finishes translating the book tho, I can't wait to re-read the MTL chapters just to see how different they would be, how much better. Thank God they're translating at such a fast pace. This intricately plotted novel by MDEM-laoshi really deserves a strong translation and I'm so glad such a good team is working on it.

From my understanding the novel has been licensed to be a live action drama and honestly, I don't know how the hell they would be able to do justice to the breath-takingly amazing imagery and action sequences described. That Chinese production company that bought the rights would need Marvel-level budget and CGI capabilities. Not to mention, considering the very dark subject matters that serve as the backbone to most of the story, there is no way the story would pass censorship as it is. It would have to be mutated to the point of being unrecognizable. Just thinking of the relationship dynamics between the main CP...omg, no way can most of that be preserved. So really, why bother? Honestly, even though I'm a rather latecomer to the bandwagon, I already feel so protective of 2HA that I don't want it to be altered or fucked up in any way just to meet Chinese censorship demands. I would love to see it brought to life, don't get me wrong, but since there's no way in hell it can be done right and proper, I'd rather people just not try.

Anyway, I just had to get that off my chest. I'm so happy I pretty much dropped everything in my life for the past week just for 2HA. My only regret is I read too damn fast and now it's all over. Fellow 2HA lovers, if you have any good fanfic recs, PLEASE send them my way. I am SAD AND HUNGRY. Thank you in advance!

For anyone who hasn't read 2HA and is thinking of doing so, I HIGHLY recommend it, but please, for the love of God, HEED THE WARNINGS. Shit gets REALLY DARK and DISTURBING. Please don't do the dumbshit thing and ignore the warnings only to turn around and blast the author and 2HA fans after reading. You will have no one else to blame but yourself AND you'll come off pretty fucking stupid too so just please, pay attention to the warnings.

Otherwise, enjoy the tears and emotional turmoil that you will soon be deluged with!

#husky and his white cat shizun #2HA #ErHA #RanWan #Mo Ran #Chu Wanning

[okietokiee]

The Song of Achilles/Metalocalypse AU

ahh !! I commissioned a friend of mine (who is an incredible artist and specializes in custom/DnD art!! If you’re interested in her work her etsy is MadisonNicoleArt) and she helped me finally create an AU I’ve been obsessed with for a while!

Ok this is going to be pretty long, so bear with me !!

If you’re not familiar with The Song of Achilles it’s basically a retelling of The Iliad by Homer, but from the perspective of Patroclus, the right-hand man of Achilles. It’s a beautiful, magical tale and if you’re familiar with The Iliad the ending is (spoiler)  gut-wrenching and heartbreaking. You spend the whole story knowing what’s coming, and you almost get lost in the enchanting beauty of Achilles’ and Patroclus’ relationship with each other. 

Now when I first got into the Mtl fandom I was surprised there weren’t any Iliad AUs (BUT CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG AND SEND THAT SHIT MY WAY), because Achilles was a beautiful, golden demi-God (sKWIsGAar in a nutshell LOL) and Patroclus his stong, toned, gorgeous (im extrapolating here but...) right-hand-man/partner/lover/soulmate/other half who, though never prophesied by the Gods for greatness, had his own strengths and made his own name for himself following his heart (Achilles ;))

Here are just some ideas I’ve had about this:

Skwisgaar

- Serveta being a promiscuous Queen who has a one night-stand with a lower level God that left immediately. The God’s seed was so strong that after birthing Skwisgaar his mother became incapable of having any more children and she resents him for this. 

- However, Skwisgaar was prophesied by the Gods to become the greatest/quickest warrier of his time with potential to become one of the Gods. His step-father (gentle Tyr) married Serveta and he loves her dearly, though she constantly cheats on him and neglects her only son. 

- Tyr does his best to make it up to Skwisgaar, but obvious damage has been done.

- Skwisgaar’s real father is never revealed and it’s quite popular in town to make theories about which gorgeous God Skwisgaar is the bastard of. (Adonis is a popular choice)

Toki

- Toki being the only son of the cruel King Aslaug, a malevolent leader of a deteriorating village. Toki is a small/weak boy for his age and is constantly beaten, belittled, and humiliated by his father, and therefore has no respect from the village people despite being the rightful heir. 

- He ends up accidentally killing a young bully his age (son of a noble man) in blind rage because he has certain freak episodes (episodes that likely led to his parents fearing/hating him??). (This is almost exactly what happened to Patroclus in TSOA) 

- He’ s exiled from his home, loses his family name, and is sent to be a ward of King Tyr and lives with various other abandoned orphans/exiled princes in Skwisgaar’s father’s rich, plentiful kingdom. 

NOW the fantastic slow-burn begins. Because Toki can’t seem to fit in with the other boys and there are constant rumors about how he beat a kid to death for such petty reasons and the rest of the kids are scared of him and keep their distance. 

aLL BUT SKWISGAAR! (and fuck i keep almost writing Achilles)

Who finds the new foreign boy utterly fascinating and is inexplicably drawn to him. 

Skwisgaar is obviously popular with the fellow boys for he is a tall, strong child destined for greatness, and he basks in this fact. 

Now I see Skwisgaar skipping training/class to wander off and play with a golden lyre in some hidden spot in the nearby woods.

The same spot Toki escapes to to avoid the blatant stares and loneliness. He’s shocked for a moment to see the golden prince lounging serenely on his favorite spot surrounded by flowers. But he’s stopped in his tracks after hearing Skwisgaar’s masterful Lyre playing and is absorbed in the music. He remember how, during his cold lonely years back home, an old wooden lyre was his favorite escape. 

Skwisgaar spots him and is not surprised to see how this young boy is amazed by his playing because everyone is. He’s a Lyre God. But he is surprised when the young boy timidly asks, 

“Cans I tries it?”

No one has ever had the audacity to interrupt him mid-play or the confidence to play anything that could match him. However, he’s amused and has been watching this new kid for a while, so he beckons him over and lets him play a song. 

NOW THIS IS THE MOMENT! The moment Skwisgaar is sHOOK by how Toki’s fingers glide across the instrument and the gorgeous sounds he makes. It’s not exactly like Skwisgaar’s, but it’s something entirely his own. Something gut-wrenching and heartbreaking. And Skwisgaar feels something he has never felt before for any music other than his own. 

And they end up sneaking off often and spending their free time like this, playing Lyre together and barely speaking. Eventually Skwisgaar tells his step-father he has chosen Toki to be his partner/right-hand-man (bc they did that in Greece, forgot what it was called??) and Toki is shocked and happy and can’t believe for once in his life he can be near the first person that’s ever made him so happy in his life. 

Then obviously the growing up together thing !!!

- Toki becomes stronger and truly grows into himself. He’ll never have Skwisgaar’s natural swiftness of foot or affinity for combat, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try. 

- Skwisgaar is originally jealous of/shocked/impressed/aroused by how muscular/toned Toki grows up to become, but he constantly lords his impressive height over Toki

There’s so much more I feel is too much to add!!! 

But the other mtl ppl too:

- NATHAN AS ODYSSEUS!! PLS AND THANK

- Murderface or Pickles would actually be a really cool Chiron (a satyr who has trained many Greek heroes)

- Abigail as Briseis !!! (wont talk too much about her role bc TSOA spoilers)

- I’m not sure yet who Charles would be but he definitely has a place in this AU!!!

- mAgNuS iS hECToR !!!ii!!Ii!!

And the boys have so many obstacles in the way of their relationship, society/expectations/responsibilities/themselves. And it’s hard and painful but so worth it as long as they have each other. 

And stuff happens and the Trojan war breaks out...

I have so many thoughts for what happens to them, but ugh it’s too much to put in words almost. Just, I can’t help but think of these quotes from the book?!?! They scream Skwistok to me

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

and another quote that i can’t put up bc if i do ever get around to writing this i want it to be a heartbreaking shock bc just thinking about it makes me tear up LOL

Even re-imagining versions of these quotes in their broken english makes my heart hurt !!! 

Just asadasfsd

end rant, I hope to add more to this AU in the future

ANd pls if any of you writers are inspired by these ramblings at ALL pls feel free to write something with this AU. Because i crave Ancient Greek Skwistok fics so much

#mtl #metalocalypse #fan art #skwistok #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #nathan explosion #william murderface #pickles the drummer #au

[atmilliways]

Stuck on the Outside Failing to Look In (Just Like in Real Life)

This @mtl-trick-or-treat​ fic is for @tanyonlee​, who asked for either a treat of “Very cute Skwistok!!” or a trick of “Skwisgaar and his gmiltf girlfriend XDDD.”

It’s your lucky Halloween dude, because I wrote BOTH. In five parts. I hope you like 8300+ word fics. 💩 

Here’s part one! (1412 words)

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Excerpt from Skwisgaar Is Ams Dick by T. Wartooth, chapter four (“Skwisgaar Is Ams Slut”), pages 132-133:

Everyones knows that Skwisgaar will does just abouts anybodies. That ain’ts the halfs of it! Every times ol’ Toki starts talkings to a beautiesful girl, Skwisgaar rolls right ups and starts the whisperings horny nothings to her ear what’s like I’m not theres. Fucking rudes! Then he goes and screws thems. Sometimes they don’t even bothers to leaves the room! And it’s not evens like whats the ladies are really sluts. Some ofs them ams real nice, whats have hopes and dreams and real goods teeth and everything. Some even haves the boobs thats am all naturals, just like mothers makes ‘em, though nots veries often ‘cause most groupies gets them sized ups whats to catch our attention betters.

But anyways, the ladies ain’ts the sluts, Skwisgaar ams. The ladies only wants to sleeps with likes four, maybies five guys, because we ams super mega famous. Skwisgaar ams the ones who doesn’ts cares whos he puts the you-know-whats sausage into sides of as longs as he gets to does it! You barlies ever see his ass with the sames lady twice!! He ams physicallies uns-capable of even gettings that close to settling downs and I can proves it. Ins this chapter I wills...

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“... In other news, Toki Wartooth seems to be on the Toki Warpath! He’s been arrested seventeen times in the last two months alone, and at last night’s Dethklok concert in Washington DC actually lept from the stage and started it all-out brawl. The incident ended up outing several ultra-conservative Senators and House Representatives as closet Dethklok fans, despite having made so much effort to distance themselves from the group in the past. Thanks to the staff at prominent DC hospitals that leaked copies of the intake forms to the press, they’ve got quite a bit of explaining to do to their constituents.

“And that’s the Dethklok Minute!”

~

Groupie Debriefing Transcript

ID: 174849464438

               [ x] Returning                [ x] Approved for return

On file:

    [ x] Pain waiver     [ x] STI screen upon arrival     [ x] STI screen prior to debriefing     [   ] Paternity waiver     [ x] Medical record of infertility due to                [   ] Hysterectomy                [   ] Tubal ligation                [ x] Menopause                [   ] Other: ________

Name: Beulah Rosenberg

Rating: GMILF

Debriefing Agent: 7982

7982: Please state for the record which members of Dethklok you interacted with on this visit.

ROSENBERG: Just Skwisgaar.

7982: Skwigelf?

ROSENBERG: Is there more than one Skwisgaar floating around here, dear?

7982: Just being thorough, ma’am.

ROSENBERG: Oh good. I don’t think he would like that, he’s a very sensitive boy you know. Being unique is very important to him.

7982: I’m aware, ma’am. And what was the purpose of your visit?

ROSENBERG: I don’t kiss and tell, dear.

7982: Um, okay. And you were with him from approximately 3:15pm yesterday to 8:45am this morning, is that correct?

ROSENBERG: That sounds about right. And we spent most of that time talking, for your information.

7982: Talking? With Lord Skwigelf? Instead of, uh... I mean, isn’t that a bit unusual? In your experience? Which... you’ve been on file here for several years now.

ROSENBERG: Eight years, nine next September. It is a bit of a change, but not necessarily a recent one. He’s been more introspective ever since... I’d say a little bit before his little band mate got kidnapped, but definitely more so after that.

7982: And I see from our records that he’s been requesting your presence more often since roughly that time. Was all that, uh, mostly taking as well?

ROSENBERG: Well... mostly.

7982: Grandma!

ROSENBERG: Oh for god’s sake, don’t be such a prude, Denis.

~

Therapy session transcript 5-625148-TW, excerpt:

TWINKLETITS: So what’s been on your mind lately, Toki? What’s going on in that noggin?

WARTOOTH: Nothings.

TWINKLETITS: Toki, Toki. You’ve got to be honest in this room, okay buddy? It’s been a big year. Lots of things going on. Lots of things that sooner or later you’re gonna have to face head-on one way or another, and wouldn’t it be nice to do that in a safe, supportive environment?

WARTOOTH: Not reallies.

TWINKLETITS: I know what’s been going on. You’ve been picking fights, breaking windows... you’re scaring people, Toki. All your friends are worried half to death about you.

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible]

TWINKLETITS: That’s a big load of bull pats. Why would they go through all that trouble to get you back if they didn’t care?

WARTOOTH: The bands—

TWINKLETITS: They found you. Do you think that was easy?

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible]

TWINKLETITS: Toki, have they talked to you at all about what it was like getting to you?

TWINKLETITS: Toki?

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible]

WARTOOTH: Noes.

TWINKLETITS: Well they told me. They didn’t have any idea what they were doing, but they went anyway, and followed any crazy idea they could pull out of their asses to do it. Pickles guessed they should look in the place where you played your very first gig as a member of Dethklok—

WARTOOTH: The Depths of Humanities? That shitshole?

TWINKLETITS: Exactly! And Skwisgaar—

WARTOOTH: I don’ts wants to talk about that asshole! Fucking bastards don’t gots no time for anything but sluts—

TWINKLETITS: Toki, no!

WARTOOTH: [unintelligible yelling, smashing furniture]

~

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

CC: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Consider this a band meeting

Skwisgaar, I don’t know why Dr. Twinkletits is still calling me, but can you think of any reason Toki might be angry with you?

Kind regards,

Charles F. Ofdenson

~

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Consider this a band meeting

uSUal reason right? not giving hm sodas? back ne up her gays

8=====D doodily doodily dooo

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From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

SOLOS!

8=====D doodily doodily dooo

~

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

No. He’s just still fucked up from being kidnapped.

Hey Charles, you ever going to fucking visit us man? Thought you were hamburger time again. Answer your phone when I text you. Dick.

~

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

Hey fuckfaces,

You’re all wrong!!! Take it from me, a real lady’s man. He’s upset over some chick who went and broke his stupid heart!!! I’ll take some booze over to his room later, we’ll talk it out, problem solved. Nailed it. ;)

—WM

ps, What’s with the “kind regards” signoff, Charles? Pretty gay.

~

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

ahahahahha mface thinks charlies pretty

cuz hes gay mface is gay THATS THE JOOKE

8=====D doodily doodily dooo

~

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected]

Subj: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Consider this a band meeting

OK, thank you for all your responses.

Pickles — That’s a good idea, it could be the lack of solos. I appreciate your input.

Nathan — Recent trauma is also a strong possible explanation as to why Toki has been acting out lately. Also, I am sending you a text right now. Please text back whenever convenient, and perhaps we can schedule an actual call.

William — I’m not sure alcohol is necessary in this situation, but otherwise I agree, Toki would probably benefit from having a friend to talk to right now.

If anyone could advise me as to why Skwisgaar is not replying to emails, that would be appreciated. Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Kind regards,

Charles F. Ofdenson

#my fanfiction #my fanfic #metalocalypse #skwistok #mtl trick or treat #baby i'm sorry (not sorry) #the formatting reads better on a browser than the mobile app

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Chaos Creator's Chapter 278 and 6th Anniversary

Brief summary: Epley confirms she attacked CJG. CH and CJS are very angry. Cale also gets angry after seeing Maren's wings attached to elderly mage's back. Eru beats up Ryan.

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Today marks the 6th anniversary of LCF/TCF! 🎉 On April 9, 2018, the Prologue and 1st chapter of TCF part 1 were published on Munpia. To commemorate this day, the author released Chapter 278 early even though this was outside her chapter release schedule of MWF. She added her greetings at the end of the chapter.

Author's Note Greetings, this is Yoo Ryeo Han. Today marks the 6th anniversary of the serialization of "I Became the Trash of the Count's Family". So I would like to send you this greeting along with some words. It's already been 6 years…! There's still a long way to go…! Even though I feel like that, As always, I once again feel grateful and am resolved to write diligently. Every spring, I sometimes think of the moment I first began writing this series. I really don't think I'll ever forget that excitement and thrill. Thank you always for being with us. In the future, we will do our best to serve you with our best writing. -Yoo Ryeo Han P.S. Today again, I plan to eat meat to celebrate. Hahahaha!

Congratulations to the author for reaching 6 years! Here's hoping that there won't be a 7th year... but with all the recent reveals, I kinda doubt that. 🥲

But wow... it's been that long? I started reading this series around summer of 2019 and began buying chapter raws on RIDI around October of 2019. So I've been suffering from reading MTL for 5 years, hahaha 🤣🤣🤣

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Today could be summarized with one word: Angry. Cale's group were all angry. CJS confirmed Epley's a God of Chaos believer because of the pattern on her neck. And then she also confirmed that she fought CJG... which infuriated both CH and CJS who expressed their anger through "gentle" smiles and laughter.

God of Chaos liked chaotic things like mutations, variations, and hybrids, so his followers valued chimeras. The elderly mage that Cale's group had been searching was a chimera. He was a human, but on his back were... small dragon wings. Yes, it was Maren's wings.😡

Thus, Cale was really furious at the hunters. Fire AP too because of all the black liquid in the place, which he described to be 5x worse than Black Despair.

Ending Remarks So much anger today. Fortunately, Eru beat up Ryan that his face was swollen. Ryan falling down to the black liquid meant that this was not the end though. Next chapter would be Cale's response to finally getting the corrupted divine item.

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family #tcf author's notes #tcf 6th anniversary

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For the headcanon thingy, if you’re doing it Mtl meets Marvel, I don’t got anything else but that hit it skidded chaotic and interesting. Please and thank yku.

send me an au and i’ll give five headcanons about it

oh fuq yeah im still doing em lol pls keep sending em in folks. couldn’t tell if you meant like, marvel style superhero au or just dethklok in the mcu. haven’t been keeping up with mcu so hope it’s ok if this just ends up being a regular superhero au...

william was born mutated, toki got his powers through some ancient magic ritual, skwisgaar is part god, pickles is a whiz with electronics, nathan is good at punching stuff and taking lots of damage.

charles is the leader of the group. his powers are more mental/intellectual and he stays behind the lines most of the time but when he wants to he can be fucking terrifying on the battlefield. that only happens when it really needs to though.

willy’s power (combustion) is hard to use and gives him migraines, so he’s kind of a damsel in distress all the time

abigail is the closest thing to black widow in this au, except she’s gay and i actually like her. maybe she has powers/enhancements of her own, idk yet

damian carnickleson is one of the big bads/affiliated with the tribunal, because there’s gotta be some greedy corporate guy (let’s say that roy died when he was sick instead of at salacia’s hand)

#dicksoutformtl

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Hey guys!! (+Updates!)

I just got back from a drama festival this weekend so I kinda just wanted to explain mayeb why I didn’t post more.

I did answer some MTLs though since I was able to fully type those on a phone (since I couldn’t add gifs for reaction, drabbles/imagines or ships) so I hope it was enough to just say I’m still here.

Good thing: I’m in a writing mood right now so I’ll be getting to requests right now. Feel free to send more in or just message me either through anon on here or my personal @hoshi-bae

Thanks to those who have gone through pur Masterlist. It made me really happy to see people liking the writing on here since we used to write so much more back then. So thank you and I hope you liked our work! (It also gave me a chance to look back at some things going…..“oh dear god why did I write that?!” Haha! PS: I will be adding more to the Masterlist in like 5min with “who is who” for seventeen and exo, an exo reaction that I forgot to add, and “seventeen as Disney princesses”

Also, if you haven’t noticed, I just the theme a little. I plan on switching it up more often, always having a pic of a group I write for and the logo of another group for the profile pic. I’ve been wanting to change the URL but I’m afraid people not might remember me and I’d have to change the whole Masterlist and km scared of f-ing it up haha so I’m not changing it atm

I think that’s it for updates….maybe? I’m kinda blanking. Um… Happy Birthday to Seungkwan, Jennie, and Sungjin! And Happy 3 Years with GOT7 💕💕 (I’m going to their LA fanmeet in 2weeks from today and I’m literally crying you guys have no idea how much they mean to me omg)

Thank you for everything!!

- Admin Ven 💕💕

#ill make anither post with links when i add the other posts to the masterlist #thanks!! #i love you guys!

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The Week That Changed History Part 5: Crucified "Above his head they placed the written charge against him: This is Jesus, the King of the Jews. Two rebels were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left." (Matthew 27:37-38) The last few days in the life of Jesus reveal the worst of humanity. Two friends betray him, with one cashing in for his trouble. The meticulous religious leaders scheme and twist their precious laws to find a way to arrest him on a charge worthy of death. A Roman politician chooses to appease a mob over justice. Soldiers make sport of Jesus, mocking him, digging painful thorns into his skull, and gambling for his clothes. Even as he is crucified, the insults, the mocking, and venom continue to fly. Two criminals flank the one called, The King of the Jews. They deserve to be there for murder, and for daring to incite a rebellion against Rome. Though they too are gasping for breath, they manage to curse the one in the middle. This is the longest day. Jesus is humiliated, beaten to the point of death, mocked, deserted by almost all of his friends and followers, and suffering the worst kind of capital punishment. In the midst of this horror, he says, "Father forgive them, they don't know what they are doing." And later on, as one of the criminals comes to his senses and asks for a lifeline, Jesus promises, "Today, you will surely be with me in paradise." The best of the best, the firstborn over all humanity was crucified, and breathed his last breath. His heart stopped. His suffering was complete. And all that darkness, and all that suffering, he endured for you. "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." (John 3:16-17) #GoodFriday #Easter #Bible #Jesus #MTL #Montreal #ShareLife #ShineLight

#goodfriday #mtl #shinelight #sharelife #montreal #easter #jesus #bible