otp: stubborn idiots

tuggeriisms  asked:

❤ [ stubborn idiots ]


Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair (I know Tommy loves it) | No displays of affection

Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No | Maybe
Have sex on the first date? Yes | No
Confess their attraction first? Yes | No
Have children/adopt? Yes | No | Maybe
Die for your character? Yes | No
Cheat on your character? Yes | No
Lie to them? Yes | No
Cuddle after sex? Yes | No


anonymous asked:

Geno taking care of a sick sid who tries to get through a morning skate but geno notices something is wrong and immediately takes him home.

I have about 10 minutes left on my break. Less than actually. What is here is what I could manage during that time.

Sid wobbled. Geno almost missed it; he’d been talking with James and just happened to look up at the right time. Normally he wouldn’t think much of it–they were hockey players, not figure skaters. Sometimes they got unbalanced, but Sid was just skating, not doing anything fancy.

James repeated his name and Geno snapped back to the conversation. “Sid look okay?” he asked.

James shrugged. “I guess. He did seem a bit flushed in the locker room earlier.”

Idiot.” Geno cursed in Russian. “We talk later?”

James rolled his eyes. “Go play overprotective hero.”

Geno skated out onto the open ice and intercepted Sid. Sid’s face was pink and looked damp, even though optional practice had barely begun. “Sid sick,” Geno said flatly.

“I’m fine,” Sid said. He tried to push past Geno, but Geno skated backward and intercepted him again. This time he grabbed Sid’s shoulder. With his other arm, he flagged down the assistant coach. Sid tried to dislodge him, but Geno tangled his hand into Sid’s sweater and refused to let go.

“Sid sick,” he informed the coach once he’d skated over. “Fever.” He spun a finger around, trying to remember the right word. “Dizzy, I think.”

The assistant coach gave Sid a very disappointed look. “Go sit down, Sid. Get some water. You know better than this.”

“I take him home,” Geno said. “Should not drive. Dangerous.”

The coach nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll tell Dan.”

“I'm fine,” Sid insisted, gritting his teeth.

“Go home and rest,” the coach said. “It’s not just your health you’re screwing around here with. We’ve got enough holes on this team as it is.”


Geno let go his sweater. “We go now.” He released Sid and Sid skated off the ice.

The coach shook his head. “Make sure he takes some medicine and gets some actual sleep, please. And don’t get sick yourself. That’s the last thing this team needs.”

“I careful,” Geno promised, and he followed Sid off the ice.