SevenScreamingHorses
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“Ok, mindwipe?”
“Mindwipe.”
“What do you want for your birthday?”
“Ok, mindwipe?”
"Yes, we've established that."
Maybe it was the courage provided by mindwipe, or yet another reminder of his almost year long dry spell but the words fell out of Anton’s mouth before he could even realize what they were, “Paul Baker.”
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02 Jul 2026
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Issa is helping her new(ish) boyfriend move in and finds out that theres some things he had yet to unpack with her, but shes game.
Cannot get over Paul Baker canonically getting his ass ate.
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30 Jun 2026
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"Hypothetically...I like tongue. Lots of it," Anton tells him. "And you could call me 'baby girl,' but only if you're inside me."
"If you sit on me --"
"On the rare occasion I sit on you--"
"Soar-y, on the rare occasion you sit on me, I hypothetically would like it if you'd aim your load to shoot it in my mouth."
Anton pauses. "What? You'd want me to aim my cum into your mouth like it's a piece of popcorn you're trying to catch?"
"Yeah. Exactly."
"Noted. Also. Hypothetically, no nursing or mommy kink unless I can pet your hair and call you 'my sweet boy.'"
Paul Baker's eye twitches, and he gulps. A glop of his popsicle melts down its shaft, plops down onto his shorts. Anton clears his throat, and time resumes. Paul Baker licks some of the sticky sugar from his upper lip. "Oh. That's. Sure. Cool cool cool. I'm down with that. Hypothetically."
Or: Anton and Paul Baker discuss the hypothetical scenario where they consummate their marriage. Anal or annulment, as they say.
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30 Jun 2026
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“Shoresy? Are we playing hide n’ seek?” Goody asked sincerely, thinking that this was another idea created from Shoresy’s current frustration. Instead, he watched Shoresy apologize to his mom, reading the words “Mrs. Goodleaf” on his lips, which Goody didn’t think he’d ever hear Shoresy say. Usually it was his mom’s first name, and whatever followed her name was something Goody tuned out for his own sanity.
in which shoresy finds out goody won’t be playing hockey anymore, choosing lacrosse over shoresy. teenage emotions ensue
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29 Jun 2026
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Shoresy, not three months nineteen yet, was sat at a dinky little bar with a good handful of hockey friends. Or, when you were as difficult to be around as Shoresy, some friends and some who didn't care if you lived or died. A lot of the guys were moving up from the junior to senior team, and that meant a couple of them were moving away to some other towns nearby.
And Goody was one of them.
It was well known that he was quitting hockey for lacrosse, which made sense because he was fucking great at it.So the last game of the season came and went with nothing to show for it.
They didn't make it to playoffs which annoyed the ever loving shit out of Shoresy (enough that he was breaking sticks over the net), but he pushed it aside to launch himself at Goody in the tunnel back to the locker room, calling him a fuckin' beauty as he ruffled his sweaty hair. They got fucking whipped out there, but when Goody was wrestling him away, laughing brightly as he yanked his sweater over his head, Shoresy almost forgot to care.
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28 Jun 2026