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↪ dylaneverett: IS THIS TRUE!?

↪ luc-henri-sourit: Oui Monsieur Everett. All of us in Saint-Jérôme are very proud of Baptiste. I remember watching him when he was a little boy. His parents called him almost exclusively ti-loup. With his missing teeth, he did look like a little wolf. Before my account, so I have no pictures of it :(

↪ dylaneverett: If you ever do find any pictures of ti-loup please let me know. I promise I will only embarrass him a normal amount.

↪ luc-henri-sourit: I will do my best

gobblegoals (April 14, 2024): @turkeytalk there is a non zero chance that dylan fucking everett has seen some of our tweets. what do we do?

↪ turkeytalk: Die happy?

↪ dylaneverett: tag him in the good ones?

↪ gobblegoals: respectfully, what counts as good ones?

↪ dylaneverett: ones where you make fun of @andrewnovak80

↪ andrewnovak80: bro wtf

gobblegoals (April 14, 2024): GUYS THE GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME JUST HAPPENED

↪ turkeytalk: I feel like you’ve won hockey twitter tbh. Everyone else go home, we’re done here.

“I have to get ready.” Dylan made no attempt to get out from under Henri. Nor did he dodge his kisses. It was another few minutes before he tried again. “We gotta get dressed. People will be here in a couple hours.”

They were still in bed, Henri pinning Dylan right in the middle where it dipped slightly. There were too many blankets now with Henri’s additions, the ones sent by his father because he still didn’t understand that most places didn’t require as many blankets as a Saint-Jérôme winter, but Henri loved seeing them on Dylan’s bed. His little claim to this place. He never thought he had a possessive streak until he saw Dylan sleeping, tucked beneath a quilt Henri’s grandmother had given him as a child.

“Everything’s done,” Henri said. It was true. The food and drinks were ready to go. Dylan had dug out all his party games, had the whole place cleaned, even gotten toy boats and rubber duckies for the kids to play with in his fountain because he had no pool to speak of. There was nothing to do until people started arriving. “We have some time.”

He kissed along Dylan’s neck. Dylan bucked beneath him, half-hard. When he reached for Henri’s hips, it was to firmly hold him in place so he could do it again.

“Not enough time,” Dylan protested weakly. His hips were moving rhythmically now, with Henri rolling his own to meet him. “Would need hours and hours…to take you apart the way I want…”

“We have weeks and weeks,” Henri argued. “Quick now, thorough later. Besides.” He ran his teeth over Dylan’s earlobe. “If we stop now, you’ll be wound up all day. You need your head clear to be a good host.”

“Fuck, you’re the worst. That actually made sense.”

Knowing he’d won, Henri started to wiggle out of his underwear. “I won’t even need an hour…”

Nover (April 2024)

Is this a housewarming party?

Dylan

No??? I’ve lived here for almost ten years

The house has been warmed

Not for you, dumbass

For baps

Noticed he always drives in with you, leaves with you, has worn some of your turkeys shirts from way before he was even drafted, shares hotel rooms with you

So figured he was living with you here too

So is it a house warming party for baps moving into your place