jehbeeeh
Jeh Bee Eh
Canuck Geek.
Header art by the amazing Thirstinart.
Mostly here for Stony content.
My AO3 fics here: bit.ly/2tlrPvf
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This is so fucking terrible and amazing at the same time.
Brady and Matthew also have a Tim’s ad on TikTok 😭
#‘wow we look great’ ‘we sure do’ losers#brady tkachuk#matthew tkachuk#tim hortons#ottawa senators#florida panthers
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I've gotten a sneak at it and it is as fan-fucking-tastic as you can imagine it to be. You will want to read this. 🫶
so.
I've started working on an original piece of romance fiction. I got tired of getting frustrated in not reading the books I want to, so I'm writing one of my own. It's m/f about a fat lady and a hockey player. be the fic you want to see in the world, right?
yes, i'm still working on fics - please, like I can ever stray from my beloved superhero idiots - but if/when an OMC/OFC fic shows up on my ao3, i'd love if you would give it any chance that you can.
i LOVE writing m/m, but a huge part of life that I want to explore in my fic is the body shit that festers, and the specific reality of being a fat lady. there are some great plus size romances, but there's like... four I like or feel any connection to. so let's see where this goes, shall we?
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Iron Man 1 really said "the actual bad guy is the white capitalist who is selling arms under the table to both sides in order to extend the war and make as much money from it as possible," and Iron Man 2 really said "the white capitalist who gives a platform to people with bad intentions in order to make a buck is the reason the bad intentions have the opportunity to prosper and cause untold damage," and Iron Man 3 really said "the real terrorist is the white capitalist who will create and use fear to manipulate governments and the public in order to sell a product," and I really don't think enough people recognise this.
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The laugh I had to try and contain. OMG this is glorious!!
SCREAMPT
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I've wanted to write this forever.
Enchanted Steve - Disney parallels
Enchanted (2007) and Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)
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That's my team 🫶
the sens really said love is fucking love
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2023: brothers po and mathieu joseph with matching high sticking penalties against each other
2024: mathieu joseph gets into a fight with his younger brother's billet dad kris letang
bonus: "oh yeah? well, your little brother calls me daddy"
also. bonus bonus:
#my fave hockey mom#and the boys are pretty awesome too!#mathieu joseph#ottawa senators#po joseph#pittsburgh penguins
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The way I spotted them from my seat after I heard joshy was there. Best part of the game!
love that the broadcast decided to show over a minute of two injured men gossiping on my tv
quality content
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At least looking at Twitter during the game was entertaining.
Joshua? You there?
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I love when you’re reading multiple fics by the same author and you start to spot all the phrases and adjectives they like to use
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🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
Hi friend!! Happy to make some recs!
Right off the bat I’ll rec @iam93percentstardust for her excellent fics!! She’s a stony powerhouse and should definitely be on your to-read list! New to the fandom? You can’t call yourself a true stony fan without reading Alle’s fics!
Next is @riotwritesthings whose winteriron is Iconique™ and should absolutely be binge read ASAP!! Her fics have everything you could possibly want, and I guarantee you’ll have a blast! Now with 10% more pantry sex 🤩
@longhornletters has an incredible stony NFL (American football) au that if you aren’t reading, you aren’t LIVING!! But let’s be honest, ALL her fics are amazing and you don’t wanna be caught sleeping on her!!
@jehbeeeh is the queen of fluff and always has me grinning like a fool at my screen when I read her fics! Craving something sweet? Check out her delightful collection of fics!!
@missmoodybear could open up a bakery of sweet treats with Jeh, they’re an iconic duo you don’t want to miss out on—like chocolate and peanut butter 😍🤩 her fics are tasty goodness and always hit the spot so be sure to read up!!
@onlymorelove is absolutely always on my list because of how gorgeous her stories are and how much they make me FEEL. Do yourself a favor and get in touch with your honey nut feelios friends!!!
@stovetuna my beloved, how do I adore her fics? Let me count the ways!!! Feels! Angst! Fluff! Smokin’ hot smut!! Feast well upon her fics my friends!!!
I could rec like, a dozen more people, but for now take these goodies and enjoy!!
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I love these boys an absolutely ridiculous amount. Especially these two 🫶
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EEEEEEEEEEE! Alle!!!!!!! This is so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! I absolutely adore it 🥰
For the kiss prompts - heated kiss becoming soft for Stony 😘
Fren! This falls a little more towards desperate than heated, I think, but hopefully you'll still like it?
Warnings for: hospitals and broken bones
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
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They transport Steve to the hospital as soon as the parking lot is a little clearer. They would have done it sooner, as soon as the game was over, but he isn’t so badly injured as to need to be immediately transported. And besides, he had wanted a few minutes to celebrate with his team before being moved.
They’d won. Champions, three years in a row!
Even the broken arm isn’t enough to upset him, though he’ll be furious if they don’t fine the other team or censure Rollins. Steve had already been in the endzone, the game over and won, when Rollins had tackled him, and there’d been more than enough time for him to stop.
Fortunately, it’s a clean break, the doctors declare. If he sticks to his physical therapy plan—and he will because he knows how much Tony will fuss if he doesn’t—he’ll make a full recovery and be just fine to play next year. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the draft,” one of the nurses says with a wink. They want to keep him overnight, though. He hadn’t immediately gotten back up after the tackle, too stunned to do much more than lie there, and for that alone, they want to keep him for observation. They get him set up in a private room with some of the good painkillers, turn down the lights, and leave him to his own devices.
Steve is bored within five minutes.
He’s straining to reach the TV remote on the bedside table when he hears Tony’s voice from down the hall, loudly declaring that he will set SI’s lawyers on this hospital if they don’t let him stay tonight, which empty threat or not, is still effective. Or, at least, Steve assumes it is, because the next thing he knows, the door to his room is flinging open, his gorgeous, furious, worried omega standing in the doorway.
“Steve,” Tony chokes out. He crosses the room in three long strides, seizes Steve’s face in his hands, and kisses him hard, almost desperately. His eyelashes are wet, and he keeps letting out these little sobs that break Steve’s heart. He makes a soft crooning noise into the kiss and lifts his uninjured hand up to cup Tony’s cheek, gentling the kiss until it’s not so much a kiss as it is breathing the same air.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says softly. “Hey, I’m okay.”
“You’re not,” Tony sobs, breath hitching. “I saw him hit you and then you didn’t get back up.”
Oh, sweetheart, he thinks to himself, heart aching.. He tugs on Tony’s shirt. “C’mon, come on up here with me.”
Tony gives him a worried look. “I don’t want to—”
“You won’t. Promise. Will you just get up here? I’ll worry about you more if you’re all the way over there.”
Tony gives him a look that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, but obligingly climbs onto the bed and tucks himself into Steve’s side. Steve wraps his arm around him, carding his fingers through his hair.
“I’m okay,” he says again. “It was a clean break.”
“You didn’t get up,” Tony whispers.
“He just knocked the wind out of me, that’s all. Hit my head pretty hard on the way down, but the docs are pretty sure it’s not a concussion.”
“They’re keeping you overnight,” Tony points out.
“For observation,” Steve refutes. Tony opens his mouth again, but Steve kisses whatever objection he was going to say out of his mouth. “Sweetheart. I’ll be fine. I should be right back to playing next year.”
Tony shivers and burrows closer to him. “You have no idea how it felt, seeing you like that.”
He can imagine. “Were you scared?” he asks gently. Tony will never admit it himself, but sometimes, he just needs to hear someone else acknowledge how he felt. Sure enough, Tony doesn’t say anything out loud, but he feels the smallest nod against his throat. “Oh, Tony, I’m so sorry I worried you like that.”
“I’m going to make sure Rollins never plays again,” Tony says fiercely. “Someone like that should never have been allowed out on the field.”
“Organizing a fatal car crash seems a little too mob boss for you,” Steve says mildly. To his relief, Tony snickers.
“No, you big goober.”
“And fixing his grades so he fails out is illegal.”
“You never let me have any fun.”
“I’m sure you can think of another way to stop him from playing,” Steve says. It’s maybe a little uncharitable, but Rollins still has two years left to Steve’s one, and he refuses to graduate without removing a threat like that off the field. Steve was lucky, he knows that, but what if it had been Harley, one of the freshman reserves on the team, who’d scored that touchdown?
Better to let Tony do whatever he’s going to do.
“You feeling better?” he asks after a bit, and Tony exhales deeply.
“Yeah, I think so. Thanks. I’m pretty sure I should have been the one comforting you though.”
Steve chuckles and kisses the top of his head. “We can trade, hmm?”
“Yeah, alright. Deal.”
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can’t believe the flyers are somehow responsible for prematurely tanking both the travis konecny/nolan patrick and the trevor zegras/jamie drysdale ao3 ship tag
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I've been dealing with this lately. Just joyous, all caps comments on fic's I have no recollection of writing. Getting the joy of opening them up and reading old words and stories - and in some cases ships - I had forgotten and not played with in ages. Getting new ideas for those ships, and for current ones, as a result. Just deep joy at knowing someone liked those silly words that I've felt overly intimidated by posting all that time ago.
Thanks for that, readers. I'll try to get to your comments soon, but know you brought me immense joy in that moment 🫶
I've often reassured authors that responding months or years later to a comment you received is nothing to worry about because often the reader who receives the reply will return to the fic and reread it and enjoy it all over again.
I think I need to talk more about how wonderful it is to receive a comment on an old fic and reread my own writing because odds are very good that my fic is exactly the kind of thing I love to read and it's been long enough that I forget the details and get to enjoy it too.
If you've ever commented on one of my old works, I hope I've replied and told you what a treat it was to be reminded of my own story and share your excitement in reading it for the first time. 💗
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Love me a fic that starts with the unresolved sexual tension already thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I want my ship pining, yearning, and most definitely fantasizing.
I want their minds to wander to how hot the other person is, mid-sentence. I want them barely functioning because of all the hormones swimming through their brains. I want normally smart people who are downright dumb when faced with the smallest bit of barely revealed skin on the other person's body.
By the time they actually realize they're both in this state of tortured sexual desire, I want them to be at their wit's end and ready to flee the country in order to find the slightest scrap of control because there is absolutely zero control left when theyre in the same room together. They need to be scratching at the walls of their souls, they're so desperate for each other.
And when they do finally realize the fact that they're in this on-fire boat together? I want them to have incredibly hot, wildly cathartic (and not necessarily at-all realistic) sex that leaves them both exhausted, happy, and fully satisfied.
Unresolved sexual tension that gets completely fucking resolved, my beloved.
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