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SidGeno 37 (things you said through someone else)

or, the Queer Eye AU no one asked for but I decided needed to be written

“So, what’s your favorite food?” Sid leans against the counter, watches Phil as he stands awkwardly in his kitchen. He’s clearly not comfortable with them being there yet–it always takes the hero a few days to get used to them, especially someone like Phil, who clearly only went along with his sister’s nomination because he loved her that much. Sid would like him for that alone, if he didn’t like the kindness behind his grumpiness, the humor. Sid’s pretty good at finding something to like in all the heroes–he’s not Tanger, who sometimes has to be cajoled into not being mean at the start–but Phil’s easy to like.

“Um, I don’t know. I like steak and potatoes?” Phil says. Sid laughs, going through his rolodex of recipes in his mind.

“Who doesn’t?” he asks, and turns slightly so that the cameras following them will get a good view of him. “We can work with that. Anything else?”

“Pasta?” Phil chuckles, a little self-deprecatingly. “I’m not much of a cook.”

“I can see that,” Sid agrees, looking around the kitchen. In the living room, he can see Flower making a circle of the room, measuring and taking notes; he knows Hags and Tanger are in the bedroom, picking through the closet and bathroom. He doesn’t know where Geno is; he doesn’t have as set a place for these intro meetings. More often than not, he hangs around in the kitchen with Sid, because they’ve learned they’re a good tag team to get to know someone–Geno picks and pries and bullies a little, and Sid’s there to play the good cop. But maybe Geno’s in the bedroom, or out back, getting a feel for Phil. That’s fine. “Any reason why?”

Phil shrugs. “I don’t know, I just never felt the need. Take out works, you know?”

“For sure,” Sid agrees, the instinct kicking in, and then there’s laughter and a large body draping itself over his back.

“Is a lie,” Geno tells Phil, laughing. “Sid judging you, right now. No take out, only cook after he done with you.”

Sid rolls his eyes, but doesn’t move. Geno’s warm against his back, in a way that Sid has decided is not going to be a problem given that they’re coworkers for the foreseeable future. “If that were true, you’d know how to cook.”

“I cook!” Geno protests. Sid doesn’t have to look over his shoulder to see Geno’s affronted face. “I teach you how to make Russian food! You say you like!”

“I do,” Sid agrees, meeting Phil’s eyes to commiserate over Geno’s emotions. He’s found that for guy’s guys like Phil, that usually works. Phil grins a little. “But how often have you cooked in the past week?”

“Don’t need to, you cook for me.” Geno presses a quick, easy kiss to Sid’s hair, then lets him go. “You can’t have him, though, so you need to learn,” he tells Phil, and leans against the counter next to Sid. “You done with him?”

“Barely begun,” Sid retorts. “We were just getting started when you interrupted.”

“Go on, then.” Geno gestures, and Sid rolls his eyes again. Phil makes a noise into his beard that’s mainly a chuckle.

“Do you really cook all the time?” Phil asks, in what sounds like amazement.

“No.” Geno snorts. “I don’t!” Sid protests. “I do cook a lot, though. I like to eat healthy, and that’s easiest at home.” he angles towards the cameras again, and Geno turns with him. Sid’s been on camera longer than Geno, knows how it works better. Is more comfortable with it–more resigned, at least, then probably any of them, though Flower likes to mug for the camera and Hags and Tanger like to preen for it. “And I making food creates a community. I–” he swallows. This is the part he hates–it’s expected of him, to share things about himself too. He’s not great at that. “For a long time, or even still, I’m not certain with people. Cooking gives you a good excuse to have people over without needing to overthink it. And it gives you something to do with your hands.”

Geno’s hands land on Sid’s, slowing them where he was fidgeting.

“I’m not great with people,” Phil admits. “If you couldn’t tell,” he adds, waving his arm around the apartment, which is generously a mess.

“That’s what we’re here for!” Flower chirps, ducking his head into the kitchen. “Hey, Tanger and Hags are ready and the lighting’s set up, you guys good to talk?”

Sid glances at Geno. Geno nods. “We’re good,” Sid agrees, and Flower slings an arm over Phil’s shoulder to lead him into the kitchen. Sid goes to follow them, but Geno grabs his wrist first, catching him and turning him around into him.

“You don’t need excuse, to have people,” he tells Sid, earnest and sure and all emotion, like he always is. “You always have people. Have us. Have me.”

Sid smiles, because the cameras are on them still, because he knows Geno’s sincere, because it’s not a problem. “I’m not one of the guys we’re making over, G. You don’t have to pull that on me.”

Geno shakes his head. “Not pulling anything,” he says, but he lets go of Sid’s hand to head into the other room. “Any time you want to come cook for me, you welcome,” he adds, and Sid flips him off as he follows him, laughing.

///

“Yeah, i’d say I know Sid pretty well–we’ve been friends for years.” Flower laughs at something that’s said off camera. “He can be closed off, but that’s understandable, given everything. Not around us, though.”

He pauses, then adds. “And definitely not around Geno. Geno–well.” Flower grins, pleased with himself. “Geno makes him flower.”

///

Sid tends to spend a lot of his time alone, during the week; his work doesn’t really need to involve Phil until the end. He consults with Flower about the kitchen part of the redesign, works on recipes and meal plans. But half of what they’re selling this reboot on is his name, and they all know that, so he tags along with Tanger when he takes Phil to get his new clothes.

“Sid is here for the demonstration of what not to wear,” Tanger tells Phil, as they walk into the store. Sid shoves at Tanger; Tanger shoves back.

“I’m not that bad.”

Tanger glares. “Yellow crocs.”

“They were comfortable!”

“They were unacceptable,” Tanger retorts, and turns to Phil, who’s looking considering. “Don’t even think about it.”

“They really were comfortable,” Sid tells Phil. He stands by his choices.

“Right, you wore them when you were shooting all the time” Phil says, and Sid pauses. He hadn’t said that. He doesn’t think that was in any of the publicity materials, back for his old show. “Geno said,” Phil tells him, offhand. “He was telling some story and it came up.”

“Oh?” Tanger asks, and smiles knowingly at Sid. Sid narrows his eyes back. They’re all in each other’s pockets on the show, and he’s been friends with Flower and Tanger for years, so it was maybe inevitable they’d figure out his convenient little crush. But they don’t have to talk about it on camera. “What story was he telling?”

“I think he was illustrating something about hard work? I don’t know.” Phil doesn’t seem to care, turning instead to look at the racks of suits. He looks very skeptical. “Are these for me?”

“No.” Tanger does stroke the fabric of one a little bit, though. Sometimes Sid wonders just what he and his husband get up to in bed, if he looks at fabric like that. That he really doesn’t think about hard. “Your stuff is in the back, come on.”

Sid sits on a bench to watch as Tanger talks Phil through some of the basics. he’s heard it all a million times–from Tanger, and from stylists before him–so instead he pulls out his phone.

Why are you telling clients about my yellow crocs? he texts Geno.

Someday it make it on camera, Geno texts back. And is good story. About you be yourself always, even when hard.

It was about me being comfortable, Sid replies. It really wasn’t deep. Sid’s not a deep guy. Even if sometimes, when Geno says things like that–Sid sort of wishes he were.

That what you think

A producer clears his throat, pointed, and Sid puts his phone away, checks back in just in time to hear Tanger say, “And proper tailoring can make a suit work even if your body doesn’t quite work for it. Look at Sid.”

“What about me?” Sid asks, getting up to rejoin them. Tanger’s worked his magic, like usual; Phil looks sharp and he’s standing straighter already. Sid’s always amazed by what Tanger and Hags do, how they can make people do that.

“Ass like that, he needs a tailor. But his pants work.” Tanger eyes Sid’s ass in a way that might make Sid uncomfortable if it wasn’t Tanger.

“And it’s really not that expensive, if you find someone good,” he adds, because he knows that’s what people always balk at when it comes to tailoring. “It really is worth it.”

Phil’s still looking skeptical, but Sid’s never seen Tanger not win someone over in the end.

“Okay,” Tanger says, and herds Phil back into the dressing room. “We’ve got more outfits to try.”

///

“It could have gone really wrong, if the five of us didn’t get along.” Hags tells the camera. “Luckily, we all like each other. I wasn’t sure, though. I mean, you heard things about Sidney Crosby, back when he was on TV. But that’s not him at all. Not the bad stuff, at least. And the other guys are great too.” A pause, then. “Oh, yeah, we all hang out off camera. Us and our husbands and our kids. Well, Tanger and Flower’s husbands. Sid and Geno usually come stag.” His lips purse, and he starts to smile. “I wonder whose head would explode first, if one of them brought a boyfriend.”

///

“Is this up for grabs?”

“No.”

“Awesome.” Flower grabs for one of the sliders Sid’s been experimenting with; Sid, with the ease of long practice, bats his hand away. “Come on, take pity! I’ve been at Phil’s apartment all day, doing actual work.”

“I’ve been slaving over a hot stove,” Sid retorts, but he sighs. “There’s some brushetta in the fridge.”

“You’re the best.” Flower tells him, and goes to the fridge.

“How’s the design going?” Sid asks, as Flower rummages. “Grab me a gatorade?”

“It’s going well. You’ll like it, there’s a lot of hockey.” Flower slides the gatorade over to him.

“I like things other than hockey.”

“Uh-huh.” Flower takes a bite, then hums appreciatively. “Damn, that’s good.”

Sid smiles down at the pan in front of him. There’s nothing quite like that sound.

“Anyway, I went to the furniture store with Phil and Geno today,” Flower goes on. He’s still eying the sliders. He and Sid have been in a bit of a war to see who has faster hands for the better part of a decade. “Are you actually thinking of redecorating and you didn’t tell me?”

“No?” Sid flips the burgers on the pan.

“I thought you changing anything sounded out of character, but G said that you were thinking of a change.”

Sid thinks back. “I think I said that I still wasn’t happy with the den, when Geno was over? You know the bookshelves didn’t come out like I wanted them to.”

“If you’d let me do it–”

“You wouldn’t let me pay you.”

“You’re my friend!”

“And I’d have been hiring you to do a job,” Sid retorts. It’s the same argument they’ve had since Sid bought his first house. “Anyway. I might figure something out in that room. It’s starting to bug me.”

“I can poke around at it,” Flower suggests. “You can make me a romantic dinner for my anniversary in payment.”

“I can do that,” Sid agrees. “Thanks.” He pokes at the burgers, judges them done, and slides them onto the buns. “How did that come up?”

“Geno was there,” Flower tells him, like that explains anything. “Okay, now are these for grabs?”

“No. What does that mean, that Geno was there?”

“He’s doing his ‘you need to make a change, change isn’t scary’ routine on Phil, and he needed to illustrate it, I think.” Flower turns back to the fridge. “If you can change, anyone can.”

“Oh, that’s flattering,” Sid mutters. He’s not wrong, of course, but it’s not entirely how Sid would like Geno to see him.

“You know we love you even if you’re the most boring child star there is,” Flower says, over the sound of him digging around in the fridge. Sid’s fingers twitch to pull him away. If he trusts anyone to keep something organized, it’s Flower, but it’s his fridge. “And Phil seemed to respond. He likes you.”

“Yeah, we get each other,” Sid agrees. The heroes always connect more with one or two of the guys. There have been some Sid just can’t access. But Phil and he are on the same wavelength.

“He’s not in awe of your fame?”

Sid snorts. Being on a TV show twenty years ago and then disappearing and slowly drifting out of the spotlight once everyone realized he wasn’t going to be a scandal isn’t exactly what he’d call fame. “I don’t think he watched it.”

“Maybe we should do a showing,” Flower says, considering, and Sid really doesn’t have any choice but to check him with his hip for that. Flower laughs as he stumbles away from the fridge. “Come on, he’d love it! Look how far you’ve come. Like Geno says. If you can change…”

He’s cut off by the door to the loft opening. “Smells good!” Geno calls, and comes right to the kitchen. That’s another reason Sid likes to cook–it gathers people to him without him trying. “What you making?” Geno asks, leaning in to look. He looks good, fresh from the outside; his cheeks red, his jacket still slung over his shoulders. Sid only notices as little as he can.

“Sliders, for Phil. They’ll be good party food.”

Geno nods. He gives Sid his most pathetic pout, which is more ridiculous than anything. “Can I try?”

Sid rolls his eyes. But well. He does need to taste test. “Yeah, tell me which batch you like better,” he says, and Flower makes an offended sound that’s just too low to be a squeak.

“Hey! How come he gets to have some?”

“Because he asked.”

“Because I’m his favorite,” Geno tells Flower, around the mouthful of burger. “This is delicious, Sid. As good as it smells.”

Geno always smells good, which is a stupid thing to think. To distract himself, Sid takes his own bite. “It’s still missing something,” he argues. He can’t put his finger on it, but it’s not perfect yet.

“Only if you need it absolutely perfect.” Sid raises his eyebrows at Geno. “Okay, yes, silly thing to say,” Geno admits, grinning at Sid. Sid can’t help but grin back.

“I’m getting back to work, this is gross,” Flower mutters. Sid ignores him. He turns back to his bowl of meat for the patties, to add some more onions.

“So how was your day?” he asks, as starts to chop. Geno’s quiet. He turns around, and Geno’s watching him, smiling a little. “G?”

“Sorry. Was good,” Geno says, and proceeds to tell him about his plans for his expedition with Phil tomorrow.

///

“Geno, he is always pushing. It’s good. It makes us all better.” Tanger makes a face like he’s remembering something funny. “The first time he talked back to Sid–Sid is the leader a little bit, yes? He is good at it. But the first time Geno pushed back…” He shakes his head. “Geno is good at that. It’s what he does for everyone. He pushes people to do more. It’s good for us.” Tanger smirks. “It’s good for Sid.”

///

“Okay, we’re making a play off of sliders,” SId tells Phil. He’s already seen Flower’s new design, they’ve oohed and aahed at how good he looks in the clothes Tanger put him in, with his new haircut courtesy of Hags. It’s Sid’s turn. “They’re fancier, though. They’ll impress anyone.”

“I feel like that’s the theme,” Phil touches his hair, like he can’t help it. “I feel so much more impressive.”

“You look it,” Sid tells him, grinning. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”

“Not really. I’ve never really thought–I mean, I figured my work could talk for me.”

“If only,” Sid agrees, nodding. Then again, if work could be enough, he wouldn’t be here, so maybe it’s not a good thing. He doesn’t know. “But as it can’t–ready to learn to cook?”

“For sure,” Phil says, and comes up next to the stove to watch as Sid walks him through it.

“Are you feeling ready for the event?” Sid asks, as the burgers are browning in the pan.

“Definitely. I”m not as nervous anymore.”

“Geno talked you through it?” Sid asks, pushing the meat around. “You want to keep the meat moving, or else it’ll burn.”

“Okay.” Phil looks like he’d rather take notes. “Yeah, Geno helped.”

“He’s good at that.”

“He is,” Phil’s still eying how Sid’s pushing the meat–Sid loves ex-athletes, they’re so good at watching exactly how you should move your body. “Although maybe you should get some of the credit.”

“I just cook.”

“No, I mean–half of Geno’s things are about you. About how you’ve worked to be better. How great you are, really, and how you still work at it. How I should do that too.”

Sid’s hand tightens on the spatula. Phil doesn’t appear to notice. “I figured you knew? Flower said he did it all the time. To everyone.”

“Oh.” SId keeps stirring. Oh. That’s sweet of Geno. Though if he’s telling personal things, Sid’ll have to talk to him. He knows how much Sid hates that. But the cameras are on them, and SId’s not going to react to that. “Here, see this color? That’s how you know it’s ready.”

Phil nods again, serious, and Sid keeps on instructing him. He doesn’t think about. He doesn’t let himself think about Geno talking about him, praising him, when he’s not there. They’re coworkers. They’re on camera most of their professional lives. Sid can’t–he won’t be a scandal. He won’t be that sort of star.

Still, after Phil heads into the living room for their final goodbye, Sid looks out–past the cameras, at the cameraman behind him. “Does he really?” he asks.

Horny lets the camera fall, so he can talk over it. “Yes,” he replies, like it’s obvious and Sid should have known. “Do you want to see the tape? We have more B-roll of it than anyone could need.”

“No, that’s fine.” Sid glances into the living room. They’re all gathered, and there’s a spot open next to Geno that’s clearly for him. As he looks, Geno looks up, meets his eye, jerks his head.

“Why you so slow?” he demands, and Sid makes a face at him as he heads into the living room.

“I’m not slow.”

“You are,” Geno tells him. He doesn’t move, even when SId sits down maybe a little too close, so they’re just a tiny bit closer together than normal. It’s normal for them, though. Geno’s never moved away. Now, he even slings an arm behind the couch, so it’s basically around Sid’s shoulders. “Is okay, we love you anyway.”

The cameras are on them. The guys are looking at them, so is Phil. Geno’s watching him, with soft laughing eyes and no expectation. He knows what Sid is. He knows how long he’s lived his life to stay off camera when he doesn’t want it.

“So, Phil,” Tanger says loudly, and Sid and Geno both jerk, but turn towards the others. Tanger’s giving them a pointed look that Sid can’t quite interpret, but this is Phil’s time, so Sid throws himself into saying goodbye.

///

“It’s a big change, of course. Reality TV is a very different experience than scripted.” Sid looks into the camera, a bland smile on his face. “But it’s a good experience. Being back on camera is nice.” The producer says something, then, “Both kinds of TV are good, I think. Different sorts of pressure. But I learned how to react to having cameras in my face, and that’s helpful. If I can help the other guys with that, then I’m glad.” Another pause, then. “They’re all great, of course. I’ve been friends with Tanger and Flower for years, and Hags and Geno fit right in.” A laugh. “If I say anyone’s my best friend, I’d get in trouble. We all bring different things to the table… I couldn’t do any of their jobs. I don’t have any aesthetic taste, according to Flower. And…what Geno does–I don’t know how he does it. Everyone trusts him. Everyone loves him. He makes everyone better, makes them open up.” Another pause. “Even me? Hah. Yeah. I guess. Even me.”

///

After so long, Sid barely notices the cameras on him. Or maybe he just assumes they’re always there. There’s not much of a difference, really.

But there aren’t any here, in the loft. They’ll be here soon, so they can watch Phil get ready for his party, but right now it’s just them in the loft–just the five of them.

Sid mixes the mangos in the bowl, his hands steady. It’s something to do with his hands.

“Oh, you making salsa!” Geno asks, coming over to peak into the bowl. “My favorite,” Geno grins at Sid and the salsa, and Sid’s not sure which one he means.

“I know.” Sid stirs again. He’s still looking at the bowl. He’s been thinking about this for the week since he saw Phil. Even when he tried not to. “G, do you really use me as an illustration for your motivational talks?”

“Yes,” Geno answers immediately.

Sid adds in some cilantro. “Really? Me?”

“Of course you.” Sid doesn’t need to look at Geno to know he’s giving Sid his most condescending look. “I’m suppose to make people get better, yes? I don’t know anyone who works at being better more than you. Even when you best, always trying to be better.”

Sid can’t help looking up at that. Geno’s watching him, and he’s a little flushed but he’s not looking away from Sid, and if Sid’s learned how to hide everything he feels from the cameras, Geno never has–it’s all there in his face, as he looks at Sid. Has he always looked at Sid like that? like he really does think Sid is the best?

“All of us have had to do that,” Sid says, trying to keep his voice even. “We’ve all gone through shit to get here.” Geno not least of all–Geno maybe most of all. Sid’s life has been pretty charmed, all things being even. He works hard, yes, but he hasn’t had the barriers some of the others had.

“Yes, but. You best, Sid.” Geno says it like a fact. “Always.” He’s still looking at Sid, fond and challenging and sure.

Sid looks away to taste the salsa. It’s pretty good, but it’s not perfect yet. He can’t look at Geno looking at him like that. Do the cameras see that?

And like his thought summoned them, suddenly the cameras are there, pouring in to set up. It always takes less time in the loft than anywhere else, because most of it’s set up already, but suddenly there’s less space in the loft.

“Oh, you made salsa, excellent!” Hags wanders in, towards the kitchen. “Do we have those plantain chips you made before?”

“Let me get them out of the oven,” Sid tells him, and bends down to do that. When he straightens, again, pulling the pan out, Tanger and Flower are there too, gathered around the island like a flock of baby birds waiting for Sid to feed them. Sid chuckles, and scrapes the chips into a bowl.

“Here you go, vultures,” he says, and pushes both bowls across the island.

“You wouldn’t know what to do without us,” Flower says, then swears when Tanger beats him to the first handful of chips.

Sid looks at them, all of them gathered in his kitchen. At Geno, who’s still watching him even as he stuffs his face with salsa. He can feel the cameras on him, but he’s had them on him since they were a child. If he waits for them to leave, he’ll never change.

“No,” he agrees, meeting Geno’s gaze. Geno’s eyes go wide, and then he starts to smile, wide and brilliant. “I wouldn’t.”

///

“I talk about Sid a lot? Yes, is because Sid best.” Geno shrugs. “Is all there is to it. I watch him, when we kids, and then now. He always try to improve. People usually stop, get easy. Get lazy. Not Sid. Is good for people to see.” A pause. “How I feel about the guys? They my best friends…what you mean, even Sid? Of course Sid best friend. Like I said. Sid best.” A smile, smaller than before, internal. “Of course I love him.” His head tilts to the side, surprised the question needs to be asked. “Of course.”

#pens fic #my fic #sidney crosby/evgeni malkin #the Queer Eye au no one asked for #the hardest part of this was figuring out what to assign everyone #also just FYI tanger and Flower and Hags are still happily married #their wives are just gender swapped #that is important #eafay70 #pens tumblr fic

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sadiiomane10 · 6 years

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If it's not too much trouble, could you bless our dashes with an Emre Can checkered shirt post, please? :)

i got three asks about this, so imma just answer it all here, so @my other anons here ya are

ok so its my pleasure to finally to serve the evidence on the Shirt because its been a long time coming, its time to tell the world about the Shirt

anyway this was back in 2015, look how smol, and v stylish, in his cute lil shirt, nice lil fashion statement right

well mans seems to have fallen in love w it and wore it again,

i cant prove this is exactly the same one but hes fallen in love w tartan and there is no return

but back to the infamous Red Tartan Shirt, he wears it meeting fans, this is like 2016 now, and hes still in love w the Shirt, the sheer amount of times hes been in it is hilarious

Red Chequered Shirt is most defo his fave but he also lives for this black one, cus aesthetics, and its Emre so lbr black is a must, he also wears this one quite alot but not nearly as much as the Shirt

this is black and white but id bet my life hes wearing the infamous Shirt (i cant look at this pic w/o feelings but sidenote) anyway he just had to get it in his photoshoot for his website in case anyone forgot that he loves this shirt

so its now 2017 and man still loves his red lil shirt, like hes legit obsessed w it, enough to wear it again on a night out,

and again on a lunch date , like before he was young, i get it, but hes now a millionaire and hes still attached to this, like im willing to bet he wouldnt give it up for anything,

2018 and he took it on holiday, yes his hair is gorg but we’re talking about the Shirt which he Must Not ever part from

LIKE HOW MANY TIMES CAN HE WEAR IT, i want someone (read; emre) to love me the way he loves this Shirt, this is the real type of love we all need in our lives

and again, everything has changed including his beaut hair but his obsession w this Shirt remains and for that i am glad bc its an Emre Can signature, man doesnt care how much money he has nothing compares to his fave item of clothing

theres also a vid of when lfc went to dubia and ur damn right he was in this shirt,

anyway the way to achieve the Emre Can is wear the same shirt Red Chequered Shirt on the daily, i mean he looks fricking bomb in it and he knows he looks bomb in it but he loves it sm and its Iconic

#emre can #thanks for asking #i really wanted to share this #for like the longest time #but i arent making a post unless someone asks #cus i kno im obsessed and highly crazy but i cant do it w/o being prompted #i refuse to go down alone #xcfvghbjn ill shut up #anyway i hope u enjoyed this experience #me and sej always laugh at the sheer amount of times he wears this shirt #cus like DUDE ITS ALOT OF TIMES #come on #anyway i love emre and his obsession w the shirt #for a person w a shit memory i sure do retain info for idiotic things #but yh thats the story on the shirt #theres more in the black one but the red one is Iconic #eafay70 #answered

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manuelmueller · 5 years

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4 for Neuller and 15 for Hömmels?

4. How would they describe each other to loved ones who haven’t met their partner yet? Already answered here!

15. Who would dedicate a song to their partner at a karaoke night? Bonus - what song would it be and why?I feel like it would be Mats, because he really doesn’t care if he makes a fool out of himself (especially not when it comes to showing how much he loves Bene) – and idk, Auf Uns?? I really have no idea tbh; maybe any romantic song that’s just stuck in his mind at the moment?

OTP questions!

#ask games #otp questions #eafay70

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visionshadows · 6 years

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What do the Flyers need to do in the coming season?

So I honestly didn’t think anyone was going to let me rant about the Flyers so eee! yay! I can rant about the Flyers and what they need to do this upcoming season. I know that most of the people that follow me don’t like the Flyers and really don’t care what they do as long as they lose to the Pens when they play so I appreciate you humouring me.

So the Flyers core is Giroux, Voracek, Couturier, and Simmonds. Except for Couturier, everyone is heading towards or over 30 which means the window is getting smaller for those guys. Couturier is only 25, but has been in the league since he was 18 (2011) so it seems like he’s been around forever. They have some young guys, Nolan Patrick and Travis Konecny, who are going to be really good. Nolan Patrick was the 2nd pick in the 2017 draft and once he was fully recovered from his hernia and other injuries at the start of the season, really started to pick it up later in the year. He should really be the 2C this year which Voracek on one of his wings and probably Raffl on the other unless they really want to move Raffl down to the 3 or 4 for depth. He’s a good defensive forward. TK was shifted all over the lineup which meant his production fluctuated all year which is a shame. He played really well opposite Giroux on Coots line. He also played well with Voracek. Hopefully this year they’ll put him somewhere and keep him there so he’ll get some stability. I’d love to see a top line of him, Coots, and Giroux.

The defense has two really good young guys in Provorov and Gostisbehere. Ghost is smaller and much more of an offensive defenseman. Provy can score as well and he’s going to be elite once he plays more. He’s still really young and he’s made his mistakes. He played the Pens playoff series with a separated shoulder and blamed himself for the loss. This kid is going to be a stud. Now after these two things get a little dicey. Manning is hopefully gone. Gudas is probably still here, but he’s a liability most of the time. MacDonald is not terrible. His analytical numbers aren’t the best but if he’s paired with Provy he plays pretty well and he’s a good team leader. They’re also not getting out of his contract yet. So he’s still here probably either on the 1 or 2 line. Hagg played pretty well so he’s most likely on the 3rd pairing again this year. Sanheim will hopefully stick this year as well.

I’m hoping Morgan Frost makes the team this year. He’s not quite ready, but he’s fast and I think he could really bring some speed and offensive skill to a team that really needs it. We need a solid defenseman to come up, but I’m not sure who will. Sam Morin who was hopefully going to make the jump this year tore his ACL. They drafted Adam Ginning this year in the 2nd but he’s got another year in the Swedish league before he could come over. He’s been playing professionally since he was 16 so he’s pretty NHL ready even at 18. Sam hasn’t been what the Flyers hoped he would be so maybe Ginning could be what they wanted.

Now, the big one - goalie. The Flyers have had a revolving door at goalie for a long time. This past season was a combination of Brian Elliott, Michael Neuvirth, Petr Mrazek, Alex Lyon and Anthony Stolartz. Elliott and Neuvirth are still here, Mrazek was not extended so he’s gone. Stolartz is a solid #3 and I’d like to see him get more time with the big club but he has to prove he’s healthy. Lyon did well when he had to play. The real treasure is Carter Hart. He’s not quite ready yet, but he’s the #1 goalie prospect in the country. He’s currently playing in Everett and he’s only 19. Honestly, he could challenge to play this year but I think he’s going to stay in the minors for another year and we’ll probably see him in 2019. Goalie is going to be a problem again this year. Elliott played okay when he was healthy. Not great, but not terrible. Neuvirth can hold it together for a game or two provided he doesn’t get hurt but he tends to get hurt if someone breathes on him too hard. Elliott had core muscle surgery and came back for the playoffs but was not ready so he looked awful.

Now what the Flyers didn’t do was get themselves involved in the Tavares sweepstakes which is inexcusable. They have cap room and need. There is no way they should have passed on this, but they did. They aren’t going to try for Karlsson either even though they have a stacked farm system and Karlsson would change the team entirely. Hextall has sat back and refused to move on big free agents for years now. His signings have been awful - Dale Weise, Val Filppula, Jori Lehtera - and none of them have made an impact on the team. If anything, they’ve blocked younger players and lost games. Don’t even get me started on how often Filppula was on the ice at the end of close games which led to tying/winning goals. Grr.

And the coach. OMG I hate Dave Hakstol. I hate the way he deploys his lines. I hate how boring he has the team play. I hate the way he yanks players in and out of the line up. I hate the way he sits young guys in favor of veterans who don’t offer anything. I hate that he is the coach. He has done one positive thing and that is move Coots to the top line center and Giroux to wing. That’s it. They’re judging him on how players are progressing and the big one is that Nolan Patrick got better this season but I contend that it wasn’t so much he got better it was that he got healthy. He was recovering from core muscle surgery, an infection in his face, and an early concussion. He had a slow start learning to play in the NHL, but once he got healthy he got better. I don��t really think that was Hakstol’s doing since he tended to have him center a line with Weise and that doesn’t help anyone. They also need to figure out something with their penalty kill this year. It was horrific. Like soooo terrible. I always assumed the other team was going to score. They exposed Bellemare in the draft last year and Vegas took him and he was their best PK guy and it showed last season.

If I had things my way the Flyers would be wooing John Tavares, figuring out how to steal Karlsson from Ottawa, finding a new coach, and bringing along their kids at the same time. What are the Flyers actually going to do? Probably signing someone like Ryan O’Rielly or Tyler Bozak as their 3C. Neither of them are bad, but they’re not going to really make a huge upgrade. Calvin de Haan and Mike Green are on the radar for defense and de Haan makes much more sense. I do not want Green. That’s another aging defenseman who isn’t going to be able to keep up with the speed of the game. de Haan is younger and has more offensive upside. They’re going to stay pat with their horrible coach who is probably going to continue to move the young kids up and down the lines, pull them in and out of games with no rhyme or reason and not let them really get into the groove of playing.

If Giroux, Coots, and Voracek have another year like they did last year, they’ll make the playoffs again. Simmonds will most likely have a bounce back year and I’m betting Nolan Patrick will be a lot better since he’s healthy this off season. But it’s going to be the same old song come playoffs time - bounced in the first round because our goalies aren’t good enough, our d can’t stop anyone, and we can’t score when we need to. Same old Flyers. Until Hextall decides it’s time to put his foot on the gas and really make some moves, they’re going to continue playing second fiddle to the Pens and Caps in the Metro division. We’re not looking at a team that can compete. That’s what the playoffs this year showed us. The Pens outclassed them and the Pens didn’t have much gas this year. The teams that were in rounds 2, 3, and the Finals were stellar and the Flyers are still playing minor league compared to them. I never thought I would be saying that I miss Ed Snider’s win now at all cost attitude. It cost us players and left us in cap hell a lot of the time, but he always swung for the fences and tried to win every year. The Flyers have been mediocre for a long time now and they’re going to continue to be that way and that makes me so very sad.

#ask visionshadows #eafay70 asks #Philadelphia Flyers #it's like my opinion #i have a lot of feelings and opinions about my team

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caixxa · 5 years

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Happy anniversary! 😁 I don't want to pressure you into writing a lot, but I'm curious if you've ever considered writing a hockey/football crossover of some kind? If so, what might it look like?

Thank you for asking and I assure you, I don't feel pressured into anything!

I have been asked this before and I had a couple of ideas then and I think I'd go along the same lines, something pretty realistic off-season stuff I think. I think I'd steer clear of explicit smut, more on the lines if shenanigans/character study.

Here are some ideas:

Traveller/ backpacker AU. Laurent Brossoit (or some other hot tattooed hockey guy) gets tattoo ideas from Sergio Ramos in some random Asian holiday getaway, maybe Bali, where Tyler Seguin and Cristiano Ronaldo host rival beach bars

Teemu Selanne and Sami Hyypia having heart-to-heart about retirement and life during the shooting a reality show that Teemu hosted a couple of years ago

A night out escalates to a vodka drinking contest between Alexander Ovechkin and some yet unnamed (suggestions welcome) Russian NT footballer during the 2018 World cup

If anyone wants to give a vote to any of these, express your opinion in some way or the other and it might get written!

#anniversary #writing #fic ideas #eafay70 #asks #answered

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mitcheemarns · 5 years

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"landing" for Willy/Kappy?

landing - will/kap

there was supposed to be a lot of italics in this, but i pasted from google docs so it didnt show up. im too lazy to go through it and italicize things manually, so reading on ao3 might be better for the formatting. also set in 2017-18 season.

Kasperi doesn’t know why he got roped into watching Olympics hockey. Not when both teams aren’t the ones he’s cheering for. Not when none of the big guns are playing. It’s bound to be boring, especially since it’s Switzerland against Canada. And yeah, it’s a joke like he expected, with Canada pushing past Switzerland with a 5-1 lead. Normal hockey bullshit.

“Absolute waste of my time,” Kasperi sighs, leaning back into the sectional at Mitch’s place.

“Shut up,” Mitch shoots back, looking very absorbed in the game. “You shouldn’t have come.”

Kasperi snorts. “If I didn’t come, I’d be chirped for the rest of the season for not partaking in 'team bonding’.”

“Hey, so you do have a vocabulary,” Mo hollers from the far end of the sectional.

Kasperi flips him off without much flourish, a lazy flick of his fingers. The rest of the guys laugh for no reason, as if Mo’s chirp was the stuff made of gold.

“Wow,” Kasperi says sarcastically. “The Canadians won, what a surprise.”

The guys boo him good-naturedly, the majority of them praising their nation proudly.

“It’s not even a crazy big game,” he mutters to himself offhandedly. The glare he receives from Mitch is vicious.

He ends up huddling in a corner with Auston and Jake, defending the good ol’ United States of America and lamenting the nuances of living in Canada with Canadians. It’s nice. But Kasperi is bored.

“Hey, look,” Mo says, pointing to the screen. “Figure skating’s on. I bet you a hundred bucks that none of you guys could do anything close to that stuff.”

Kasperi looks up and, sure enough, the commentators have started introducing the skaters for men’s figure skating. Kasperi doesn’t take the bet at all; he’s smart and knows how hard that shit is. He looks around. Surprisingly, Mitch isn’t jumping around and betting Mo back, he looks worried instead. The only person who looks the tiniest bit willing is Jake, and that’s only because he always wants to prove Mo wrong.

Kasperi almost goes back to whispering insults with Jake and Auston when Mitch shushes them all harshly. He squints at Mitch with sharp confusion. It’s just figure skating. The curiosity inside him wins out. He wants to know why Mitch is so concerned. He takes a look at the screen and—oh. He gets it.

The man on the screen is ethereal. The blond hair, blue eyes are all accentuated by the black outfit he’s wearing along with his black skates. He looks sleek, powerful.

“And we have William Nylander, the twenty-one-year-old representing Sweden. He’s looking to climb the podium at his first ever Olympics,” the broadcaster announces excitedly.

Kasperi can tell he’s been looking forwards to the performance. He can understand why.

William Nylander, he rolls in his mind. He places it to memory.

“William Nylander?” Auston asks out loud, looking to Mitch. Mitch nods frantically, shushing Auston again with a haphazard finger thrusted in his general direction.

Kasperi can’t take his eyes off of the TV, especially not when William gives that look to the camera. He’s all smiles, face playful and flirty. Kasperi wants. He wants so bad.

The music starts and Kasperi falls a little. The lines of the William’s body are smooth and sensual, moving along to ACDC with a sense of rebellion. It’s perfect, not a beat out of rhythm and every jump accounted for. He’s on the edge of his, literally.

“Fuck!” he shouts, flinching back a little as William does the splits, in the air. From a jump. Several heads turn in his direction, glaring at him for disturbing the moment. Kasperi doesn’t care what they think, he can’t believe how good he is.

The program goes on, William showcasing his agility and skill with the fast pace of his performance and equally shocking jumps.

“And he sticks the landing to the last combination jump with his own added flair!” the TV shouts out, narrating the impressive quad triple William had performed with both of his arms in the air.

Kasperi’s jaw drops. He’s unable to hold in his own surprise and slumps back into his seat. There’s a huge fist pump from Mitch beside him.

It’s too much for Kasperi to handle.

It’s worse when William finds out his scores. The boy cries when he finds out he’s in first place by a large margin, hugging his coach tight and babbling nonsense into her ears. Kasperi can’t pick anything up over the excitement of the broadcasters and Mitch right beside him. But he knows he won’t be able to think about anyone else for a while.

Big butt, bigger heart, his mind supplies helpfully. Yeah. Big heart.

***

Days pass and the Olympics end. Ultimately, Finland doesn’t place. And neither does William Nylander. But it’s okay, because Kasperi knows both will bounce back.

So he keeps playing his hockey, keeps working at his game. He’s grinding to keep his NHL playing time. And all his games matter. But he didn’t know this one would mean so much.

It’s a normal gameday, they’re playing the Bruins in their home stadium, so it’s bound to get chippy.

But during warm-ups, he sees Mitch huddled at the glass for a long time. He’s thrown a few pucks over and has moved on to taking photos. It’s strange, because Mitch never stays in the same spot for that much time. It gets even more suspicious when he drags Auston over and starts waving to someone behind the glass.

Kasperi doesn’t know what’s going on, but he wants to know. So he skates closer, looking to the outside of the glass.

It takes him a while to recognize the person, especially with the glasses and the beard. But, of course, it’s William Nylander.

He can’t really stop staring, doesn’t notice when he skates directly into Freddie the Goat and falls flat on his face. He stares up, and sees Auston and Mitch laughing at him vigorously. He gets up quickly and scowls.

He’s truly done for when William stares straight into his eyes and giggles, nose scrunched up adorably and white teeth on full display.

#asks #eafay70 #fic stuff #ship: boyf riends #my writing #i actually had trouble with this one too cuz i didnt have an idea #i was thinking more of plane landing and running away at first #now we have figure skater willy #great

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