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lingeringscars · 2 months

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Akilah- gigi because I think I could put her in yj if I think about it and there is something about her quickly viewing violence as a means to an end vs akilah not even picking up a weapon, ryan. i still don't know how we'll do that without creating a whole sep verse just for them or akilah lives au but yeah <3, leoni. oh you know nothing about this but YEAH THEM. she's actually described as walking sunshine but also has contributed to destruction. she's devoted her life to helping other people because she was saved from death + as a result someone died to help her. as for yj chars, I feel like we don't talk about shauna as much. and then gen.

Travis- if i don't say shauna here who even am i? can't explain this one as well but my gut does say percy too. or maybe i just miss him. I do think harper and travis would be really interesting because she has that directness and kindness where she'd be like dude wtf at his outbursts while also extending empathy to him bc she's been there re taking shit out on other people esp after dads dying. she would also initially want to help look for javi but would taper off as more time went by and it became unlikely he was still alive rip. tyler. that same teenage boy anger at the world, shitty fathers, not able to regulate emotions well and reactionary because of that. ryan. feeling responsible for siblings deaths. he's really good at just adapting to whatever needs you have so if you wanna talk or sit and drink or explode he got u travis. miller. being part of the in group to survive.

Melissa- shauna and van because there is so little and we can go wild thinking about it. her and spencer would have played a sport together or like if we stick with rival team, would have met against each other across multiple sports growing up. melissa would you have tried field hockey at some point. also harper. they can be snarky together. then ofc mari and gen. akilah vc: duh.

Allie- layla is my gut reaction because of how they were supposed to be somewhere that turned disastrous (the plane crash, her mom's car crash). i think allie would get completely on her nerves though and would Try to be understanding because it is a vicarious trauma while also like oh my god i can't stand you. christian would be like oh my god you weren't on the fucking plane. sorry allie. lydia. i'm not really sure with this one i was just thinking about them being tertiary to some stuff but still affected by it.

Van- finch or hope m if just because I am thinking about landon and van being friends. i just think while you were streaming would be such an important place for spencer but also going to the movies and parents that don't notice you weren't home. maddie because needing to be the one that takes on that caretaker role and isn't taken care of when they need it, running, etc. thinking about van & rachel having different arcs almost. them both going through something traumatic that results in a disability but while van becomes harder and deflects with humor, rachel leans more into humor and becomes lighter and freer. gen & shauna. harper + mothers that don't really notice you're gone. she wouldn't understand most of the pop culture references and would ask. like mari. love u van sorry about that. emma duval. reclaiming identities, disdain for modern technology after All That, almost dying 432 times. lucy and van should hook up.

Jessica- christian/adrian/sonya. i can see her having connections to their powerful families, basically. being hired to manage things by christian's extended family, covering up adrian's escapades, sonya's fall. idk! same with tyler. his dad was mayor so. you sent a meme for melinda but yeah her & may. doing what needs to get done, i can see her getting mixed up with shield stuff too. michael bishop because this reeks of nikita. lmao spencer. her loose connection to the team so trying to talk to her like those at the beginning of the pilot but like. she's been through shit of her own because of A so she's not gonna talk about that or the yj team but also that being a whole other thing.

Hayden- kaley. idk they could meet at college or something. striving for independence. christian. moving after traumatic events, family member (sister, aunt) that means everything to you and helped raise you. JAYMEE. they could have worked together but also they just have a lot in common. i have zero thoughts about lydia/hayden in yj but like why not. all <3 gen, shauna, van, nat, mari. jenna. jenna studying psychology and hayden for social work.

Callie- hey cal wanna meet your mom's friends? kaley, ryan. just want her to have friends. also they would listen to her talk if she ever wanted to do that. christian. family secrets are the hardest kind are they not? sally because closeted lesbians who sometimes do the wrong thing because they're just trying to cope with their families. thea because navigating Life. Mariana also understands going through it because of family drama. don't know how to explain it but lydia and callie + the way they interact with their moms. oh also emma duval and the way your mom's life comes for you personally (sorry maggie ily).

@itchose sent ⭐for potential dynamic combinations / always accepting

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the-end-is-kigh · 4 years

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Tagged by @go-catch-a-chickn

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? Red.

2. name a food you never eat? Meat.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Too cold.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Finishing off my work for tomorrow.

5. what’s your favourite candy bar? That’s tough, it depends on my mood and where I am.. Overall, probably Cadbury’s Marvellous Creations.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? *rolls on the floor laughing*... I live at them. Hockey, football and rygbi.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "Night, love you.”

8. what is your favourite ice cream? Probably just vanilla.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Pepsi Max

10. do you like your wallet? Yeah, it’s getting a little battered though.

11. what is the last thing you ate? Pasta bake.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? No, I did last week though, I needed some clothes for work.

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? I watched Sheffield Wednesday vs. Brentford (football) last night, but the last sporting event I watched live was Cardiff Devils vs. Sheffield Steelers (wtf Sheffield twice) (hockey) on March 6th, literally just before we went into lockdown and hockey got abandoned over here. The whole season has been cancelled and our players have all gone elsewhere, and I am scared and terrified and I miss my boys!!!!

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Sweet.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? My Nan.

16. ever go camping? Not for a long time, the last time would have been when I worked at Reading festival, so that was like 8 years ago I think.. I like camping, but the weather is always bad here, also James needs electricity when he sleeps (medical condition), so it makes it all more complicated.

17. do you take vitamins? Haha... yeah, when I remember, so maybe 10 days a year. I really should, I just forget!

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? No. Unless we’re counting sports stadiums, because they’re the only places of worship for me.

19. do you have a tan? Not really to be honest, or I guess a little. But it’s been a while since we had sun now, and sadly this year it was only British sun and a tiny balcony.

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? I love both, so it depends where I am. If I’m at my parents, Chinese 100%, elsewhere I’d probably go for pizza.

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? No, unless there’s ice. But I typically ask for no ice.

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? Black for work (usually with a little star or animal stitched on the top) and literally every colour on the weekend, especially Harry Potter socks.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? I always try to do the speed limit, I don’t purposely speed, but I can drift over.

24. what terrifies you? Rats, confrontation.. life.

25. look to your left, what do you see? My phone.

26. what chore do you hate most? Shopping.

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? My fiancée.

28. what’s your favourite soda? Pepsi Max

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Go in. I’ve never driven through a drive through myself.

30. what’s your favourite number? 3

31. who’s the last person you talked to? My fiancée.

32. favourite cut of beef? I’m vegetarian. The last time I ate meat I was 11, so it would have been whatever my Nan put on my plate.

33. last song you listened to? Heaven Is A Halfpipe (If I Die) - OPM

34. last book you read? I’m currently reading Anne of Green Gables (and a hundred and one other books)

35. favourite day of the week? I don’t really have one, but probably Saturday.

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? If I concentrated, but I don’t... ah, actually, no, probably not.

37. how do you like your coffee? If it’s coffee, I will drink it. But, I typically have a coffee with oat milk for breakfast and black through the day, but my order when I’m out is usually a cappuccino.

38. favourite pair of shoes? Blundstones.

39. time you normally get up? 6am

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunset

41. how many blankets on your bed? 1

42. describe your kitchen plates? They’re a pale grey, it was a plain set from Ikea. James likes plain, me, I’m the kind of person who’d have a batman plate, a spideman plate, a baby yoda plate... get this kids plates... y’know the divided ones, that’s what I want. My plate at my parents is cool, it’s white, with a black forest pattern with a deer.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment? My pasta bake is cooling for lunch tomorrow and the dishwasher is waiting to be unloaded.

44. do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? JD

45. do you play cards? Sometimes, but we’re running low on patience for the few two player games we know.

46. what colour is your car? White (James went for the standard package).

47. can you change a tire? I’ve never done it, but I think I could if I had to.

48. your favourite state? Yeahhh, guessing this is an American one? Don’t know, I’ve never been to the USA. And my country doesn’t have states.

49. favourite job you’ve had? Uh, ask me in a few months.

50. tagging Sorry if any of you’ve been already tagged! @gendryafanwhore, @anniephl, @katlyn1948, @sophemeva and @kelleesioverhere

#Ask #about #me #personal

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nomorelonelydays · 7 years

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Body-Swap AU (I guess?) - anon submission

People have been talking about the idea of Sid and Geno switching bodies but like… what about if it’s been a really long time since G and Ovi have hung out, and after a Pens/Caps game ends in a shootout (so, they’re both in good enough of a mood to be around each other), they decide to go out for drinks. It’s weird, that they’ve gotten oddly distant over the years, but still, they have a good time.

Eventually, each of them comments on how good the other has it: Geno very cryptically says that Ovi’s lucky to not have a complicated love life, and have all of the prestige of currently being Russia’s Best Hockey Player; Alex says that Geno should enjoy his multiple Stanley Cup wins, and not having all of the responsibility that comes with captaining a possibly cursed hockey team, and dealing with Other ThingsTM on top of it. All this discussion, by the way, happens within earshot of the bartender – a portly man, with a nametag reading “Stanley,” who smiles wryly at the conversation. So, the two go their separate ways, and that’s that.

All’s well, until the next morning, when Alex wakes up in Geno’s bed, next to a topless woman he’s never met in his life, and G wakes up in Ovi’s hotel room, where Evgeny Kuznetsov lobs a pillow at his face.

Geno leaves a quick, panicked voice mail for Alex, but boards a flight to D.C. with the other Caps before he can respond. The rest of the day goes on like that – both of them too busy trying to figure out what the fuck is going on to talk, however, they both send the other texts that more or less say “wtf” and “in the meantime, there’s some stuff you don’t know about… PLEASE DON’T FREAK OUT.”

Geno gets lost driving to Ovi’s house, and once he actually gets there, he’s promptly greeted by Ovi’s five large dogs, and… a woman. She looks like she’s in her late forties, and she’s putting on her coat, so G can’t really tell if she’s Alex’s girlfriend or cleaning lady or what, so he awkwardly kisses her cheek, and she gives him an odd look before saying, “Well… everybody behaved themselves while you were gone. Nicky’s upstairs, by the way.” Okay, so, dogsitter? Probably? Geno nods his head in thanks, while filing away “Nicky” as the woman Ovi’s actually seeing. But then, he gets up the stairs, follows the sound of voices, and sees the guy he’s only ever known as stoic Capitals’ centerman Nicklas Backstrom blowing raspberries onto a giggling baby’s belly, and spends a good ten seconds trying to piece together what the shit is happening when a very small boy comes sprinting towards his legs, shouting, in Russian, “Daddy! I overheard Katya talking to Papa, and she said that Novalie’s poops were solid!”

Ovi has two children. And is maybe married. To Nicky. Who is Nicklas Backstrom.

It’s a lot to take in.

Meanwhile, Alex is also trying to navigate Geno’s life: nearly missing the Pens’ morning skate, praying the naked girl in Geno’s bed is someone he vaguely trusts who isn’t going to steal everything while he’s gone, and fighting the urge to just… spit in everyone’s water, or something else petty but virtually harmless.

He also has to act totally normal when Crosby skates up to him, and starts, “I turned in kind of early last night, since you said you had plans. So, I didn’t see your texts until this morning.” His tone is kind of hushed and awkward, and Alex isn’t sure if this is just how Crosby is, in all of his day-to-day, socially-stunted glory, or if he’s purposefully being weird. Either way, he continues, “…But, I could come over after practice. If you still want to. You know-” at that moment, one of the younger Pens glide up behind them, and Sidney finishes, “-hang out, talk about the game, all that.” Ovi says sure, glad Crosby didn’t suggest they go to his own house, because like hell is he figuring that out, and then gets through practice the best he can.

While he gets a few looks for being unusually quiet, nobody confronts him about it, and he gets back to Geno’s house in one piece. Glancing at Geno’s phone, he sees a text from a “Sofia” – presumably the naked girl – saying “had a great time last night. sorry i couldn’t wait for you to get back for round 2. let me know the next time you want me ;) ” and a few missed calls from “Sasha,” which he’s just a few taps from returning, when he hears a door open. He jumps at the noise, but it’s just Crosby.

Alex can talk hockey with Sidney Crosby for a few hours. This is nothing.

But then, one moment, Crosby’s setting his keys on the counter, and the next, his tongue is down Alex’s throat.

Geno’s throat.

Whatever.

Alex’s brain goes into shock for at least five full seconds, before he damn near hurls himself backwards. Crosby’s looking at him like he’s gotten a penalty called against him, and he’s waiting for an explanation of what it was. “I’m really hungry,” is what Ovi ends up blurting out. Sidney blinks, his stare not losing that intense, analytical quality to them. Miserably, Alex’s mind takes that as his cue to think of Nicky’s deep green, mystifyingly owlish stare, and something in his heart twists sharply at the thought of his family. Either way, he soldiers on, “I skipped breakfast this morning, and didn’t realize until now. Sorry.”

Sidney’s still staring at him, but answers, “Alright.” Then the silence settles in, before he adds, unsure, “I… I got last night’s tape from Sully. If you wanted to make sandwiches, we could… go over the game. Kinda like when we were both out… way back when.” Alex nods his head, just because the situation is so uncomfortable already.

Eventually, Geno and Alex are able to get each other on the phone.

There’s a lot of yelling, initially.

From G, it’s primarily, “SO YOU NEVER THOUGHT THE FACT THAT YOU MARRIED YOUR LINEMATE AND ADOPTED TWO KIDS WAS SOMETHING YOU SHOULD MAYBE MENTION?” and Ovi’s response is basically, “DON’T YOU DARE, ZHENYA. SIDNEY GODDAMN CROSBY IS ONE OUT OF MAYBE FIVE PEOPLE WHO ARE YOUR REGULAR BOOTY CALLS.”

They go about life to the best of their ability while trying to figure out how to switch back, but it’s hard. They’re both great hockey players, but their teams aren’t innate to each other. Ovi has no way to gauge what the team or even Pittsburgh wants from him until he’s seemingly fucked up, navigating all the people in G’s life is exhausting – dealing with Crosby is a nightmare – and even with all of that to deal with, he feels so fucking lonely at the end of it all. Geno has no fucking idea how to give the intermission speeches the Caps expect from him, how to legitimately take care of two small children, or how to read Backstrom, which is as much of a problem when they’re at home as when they’re on the ice.

Sidney may briefly use his Captain voice to tell Alex, “If you’ve decided you don’t like hooking up with guys – or, with me, I guess – that’s completely fine, your choice. I’m not gonna be weird about it, but don’t bring it on the ice,” after they get blown out of the water by the Flyers, of all teams, but it’s Nicky who corners Geno after the Caps lose in regulation to the Coyotes. He pulls them out of the locker room and into an unoccupied training room, crosses his arms, and demands, “Alexander, you promised you’d never lie to me, for as long as we’re both together. So, tell me, honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Geno thinks back to the one time Bonino came off of the ice after taking a face-off against Backstrom. Bones said, exactly, “Backstrom’s got serious murder eyes.”

God, “murder eyes” doesn’t even begin to describe it.

“I could tell you the truth, but even I would call it bullshit if it not my life.”

“Try me.”

Geno does his best to explain the situation, as he and Ovi understand it, and just when Backstrom looks ready to serve him divorce papers, he actually gets Ovi on the phone to corroborate the story.

He does, and at one point, he’s like, “Backy, wait! I’ll tell you something only your husband would know about – like, fuck… Oh! Like the time the trainers made you get a butt x-ray because we weren’t out to team yet, and you say huge bruise on your ass from falling down stairs, not-” at which point, Nicky cuts him off, blushing violently and turning to Geno (as Ovi) and saying, “You would tell him that just to sell whatever shit joke you’re trying to pull?” But Alex jumps back in, shouting, “Wait, wait! Please! Nicky, I promise, I prove it!” And there’s a beat of silence, before Ovi begins again, “The first night we get married, when we stay in nice little Swedish cottage on the water, neither of us came. And you and I both swore to never tell anybody else on earth about it. Neither of us came because in the middle of sex, I was still thinking about my parents refusing to be at ceremony, and then, I just can’t stop crying. I pull out, but you smooth out my hair, kiss tears from my cheeks, tell me you always love me, they still love me, and that they understand some day.”

There’s a painful, quiet pause, before Nicklas takes the phone from Geno, and cautiously, but gently says into the receiver, “I will always love you, Alex,” before his eyes flicker back to Geno, and he adds, “-but we definitely need to figure out how to switch the two of you back. Soon.”

They get Sid on board with the whole turn of events too, since it seems like Geno and Ovi are gonna need help from both sides of the problem.

Later, when it’s just Geno and Ovi on the phone again, since they’re both in the mood to be a little more emotionally-forthcoming with each other, Ovi requests an explanation on whatever Geno’s doing with Sid. And four other people. And G’s answer is that he and Sid used to just hang out and like to be around each other, but one night, after a few too many, Sid rather explicitly shared some other things he’d also like to do with Geno, and since then, it’s kind of been a “friends-that-don’t-really-talk-too-much-anymore-but-there-are-benefits” kind of thing. And G’s pretty sure Sid likes it that way. Formal, businesslike, teammates being teammates who fuck sometimes. The other people are because he gets bored (which Ovi translates to “lonely”) when not playing hockey or doing stuff with Sid.

Anyways, Geno gets advice from Ovi and Nicky about getting serious with Sid, and understanding what he actually wants, even if he won’t always say, while Geno and Sid help Ovi work through dealing with the different expectations people have of him, and realize that, while he and Nicky can communicate without saying a word, Nicky probably likes Ovi’s romantic gestures and declarations of love a lot more than he sometimes lets on.

Two weeks pass, and finally, everyone has an off-day, and they meet up to perform some weird-ass and kind of frightening ritual Sid found on the internet to summon the ghost of Lord Stanley to fix all of this. They set everything up in the Hockey Hall of Fame, and no one stops them because, well, fuck, they’re them. However, before they can start burning something or do anything else that could possibly lead to accidental demon-summoning, a janitor with a nametag reading “Stanley” walks by them, whistling something that sounds suspiciously like “Takin’ Care of Business” by Bachman Turner Overdrive.

And just like that, it’s the next day, and everybody wakes up in their own bodies, in their own beds.

That day, when Geno asks Sid to come over, they cuddle on G’s couch, watch a hilarious rom-com Ovi suggested, eat popcorn and reeses cups (despite Sid’s statement of “I swear, I’m stopping after three”), and then just talk for a few hours. It becomes a pretty regular thing, and once they throw sex in the mix, they start cuddling after that, too.

And god, did Ovi miss being a dad. Every chance he gets, he’s reading books to Ilya, or making dumb faces to get Novalie to giggle, or preparing formula while Nicky gets lunch onto unbreakable and child-safe plates. It’s awesome. However, after a day of making Halloween cookies, he might take advantage of his Captain privileges to drop the kids off at Dima’s for the night. He takes Nicky out to a really nice dinner, buys the wine that makes Nicky’s cheeks flush in that really charming way they do, and when they split dessert, Nicky’s definitely doing that mystifying thing with his eyes, and Ovi’s over the moon.

“Nicky,” he starts, “-every moment of every day, I think about how you’re most stunning human being I ever lay eyes on. You know that, da?”

Nicky smiles, small and a little bashful, while reaching for Alex’s hand across the table. “Yes. And you know that I’ll never find anyone to be as strikingly handsome as you?”

Ovi’s grinning a lot, happily, as he answers, “Yeah, Nicky. I know.”

“Good.”

“So, since our little ones are entertaining Dima’s family,” Ovi glances up, impishly hopeful, “-you know how much I love hear you, baby. You gonna be loud for me once I get you back home?”

Nicky raises a brow at him archly, “If you can make me be,” he answers, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

#this is some good shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#submission

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carey-pricemas · 7 years

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You Found Me- Auston Matthews (By Anon)

Ok guys so I got this submitted to me by a new anon! See so 4 days in a row! I’m working on more too so everyone should be excited! Lol! So enjoy guys! Also... Auston looks good in this GIF?

Warning: drinking, vomiting

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You waved as you watched your friends stumble into the building across the small road, giggling loudly as they disappeared into the residence hall across the street from yours.

You breathed in the cool Toronto air, your heels held in one hand as you walked across the cold concrete bare foot. It was a Friday night in Toronto, and twofers night at one of the bars had hit your friends hard. You were only buzzed.

You saw a figure leaning against the tall brick building, you could tell it was a guy but the shadows from the streetlights covered his face. You didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t unusual for underagers to sit outside their dorms, either waiting until their RA to go to sleep or to throw up outside. So you walked past, keeping your head down as you let your hair cover the side of your face. But he knew it was you.

“Y/N?” Your head snapped up at your name. You squinted through the dark, your angle now able to decipher the guy’s face. Your stomach sank as you looked at his features, those all-too-familiar eyes and jawline, covered with a bit of scruff now, and the overgrown hair. Auston.

Ignore him. Keep walking.

But your legs were frozen, your brain unable to force them to move as everything from the past that you’d pushed down came flooding back to you. He was struggling to get up, trying to use one hand to push himself up while the other had a firm grip on a bottle of something.

“Y/N! I knew this was the right place,” he slurred his words, you were barely able to interpret them, the average person wouldn’t. But you’d seen enough of Drunk Auston to know that he was at a 10 right now on the meter, the fact that he was drunk anyway surprised you, let alone that he was here.

“What’re you doing here, Auston?” He grinned as you said his name.

“I missed you.” He saw your disgust and gave you his puppy dog eyes. “Did you miss me?” You rolled your eyes.

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about you.” He grinned that childish smile again.

“That’s a yes.” You sighed.

“Seriously. Why are you here?” His smirk dropped and he became serious.

“We lost. My girl stood me up for someone else.” You crossed your arms. How ironic this situation was.

“You’re kidding, right?” He shook his head, and you pulled out your phone, opening the Uber app.

“What’s your address?” He shook his head again.

“Not telling.” You grunted as you shoved your phone away, pissed that your memory sucked and you couldn’t remember where his apartment was. Two months was a long time.

“Please help me, Y/N. You’re the only one who cares.” He held his arms up like a baby, reaching for you. You rolled your eyes again.

“That’s just it, Auston. I don’t care. Not anymore.” He looked at you dead in the eyes.

“You know you do, Firecracker.” Your lip quivered as the last word left his lips. Even drunk, he still remembered your nickname.

He’d given it to you himself. It was some Canadian pride day, you were at one of Auston’s teammate’s houses and they were throwing the explosive things everywhere on the street. Fireworks were going off in the distance, and you’d said something about how you’d always loved firecrackers more than sparklers. And then he had said that you reminded him one.

“Fireworks explode and sparklers fizzle out. But firecrackers, they’re relentless. And they leave damage behind, unfixable damage. They’re crazy and unpredictable. But they’re beautiful and amazing and people still love them. Like you.” In the six months you’d dated him, it was one of the two things he said you’d never forget.

You could feel your insides soften a little.

“Please,” he whined, and you saw the desperation and relentlessness in his dark eyes.

You weighed your options. If you left him here, he’d no doubt get some freshman to let him in or start screaming outside your window. You could call Mitch or Willy. You checked the time. It was almost 3. You still liked them, you wouldn’t do that to them. Your roommate was gone for the weekend. You took a deep and stepped forward, pissed that you’d gotten roped into this. Auston grinned as you approached him.

“You can come in for tonight, and tonight only. That’s not coming with you.” You held your hand out for the bottle, which Auston placed in your hand with a grin. There was less than three inches left in it.

“Did you drink this whole thing?” He grinned again, and you shook your head and threw the bottle in the nearby trash can. “Get up.” He struggled even with both hands, his reflexes nonexistent and his movements clumsy. You sighed again as you helped him up, coughing at the strong smell of alcohol on him. He leaned almost entirely on you as you scanned your student ID and unlocked the door.

“We’re going inside now. And if you make any noise, I’ll have E News and TMZ all over this in a heartbeat. Got it?” He smirked at you. As much as you hated Auston, you’d never ruin his career like that. And he knew it.

“Yes ma'am.” You grunted as you hauled him into the elevator, tapping your foot as the doors opened. You peered down the hallway, pulling Auston when you didn’t see anyone and heard music in the floor above. Everyone was probably at a party. You shoved your key into your door and yanked Auston inside, sighing in relief as you locked the door behind you. He was sitting on your bed when you turned around. You crossed your arms.

“You’re not sleeping there. I hope you know that.” He pouted.

“You don’t wanna snuggle? I know you miss that, Y/N/N-”

“Don’t call me that.” You snapped. Another nickname only he called you. He grinned, clearly liking how flustered you got. You pulled a pillow from your bed, throwing it on the floor along with a blanket.

“You can sleep on the floor.” He sighed, clearly defeated by your stubbornness.

“Okay.” He can’t even reach his shoes. You huff and drop to your knees, untying his sneakers and avoiding his gaze above you.

“Am I the only one getting dejà vu?” You narrow your eyes at the sex joke, throwing his shoes to the side as you stand up, kicking him in the shin before you turn around. “Ow!”

You open your drawers, searching through your drawers for a shirt that’ll fit him. You finally find a faded U of Toronto Mens Lacrosse tee and tossing it at him.

“Here.” He examines it, reading the large print of your college’s name on the front.

“Lacrosse? You said you hated boys who play lacrosse. You like hockey boys better.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He looks at the shirt again.

“Boyfriend.” You bite your lip.

“Just put the shirt on, jackass.” He shrugs out of his jacket and shirt, and you revert your eyes from his toned abs you used to love running your hands over. He noticed the second of you watching him.

“You can watch, I don’t mind.” You roll your eyes as you throw his discarded clothes by his sneakers and pull him off the bed, steering him towards the makeshift one on the floor.

“I don’t have any pants that’ll fit you, and you’re not sleeping in your boxers. Here.” You hand him the trash bin with a fresh plastic bag in it for if he has to throw up.

“I don’t want my room smelling like puke the rest of the year.” He grins gratefully, watching as you hang up your jacket on the wall, leaving you in your skin-tight, short dress. You glare at him, grabbing a pair of old sweatpants and a tshirt from the corner of the room.

“I’m going to change in the bathroom. Don’t get any ideas.” He giggled as you walked out, taking your toothbrush with you.

You returned five minutes later, your hair in a ponytail and the makeup washed off your face. Auston was throwing up in the bin when you entered, groaning as he puked up the strong alcohol he’d drank too much of. You sighed, seeing him shaking as he pulled away for a second, only to dip his head back in as more came up. You grunted as you grabbed the mouth wash.

You opened your mini fridge and poured a cup of water, regretting it as you kneeled beside him on the floor with a towel in the other hand. You thanked god you didn’t have a gag reflex as he threw up again, convulsing and groaning. You didn’t touch him, and he seemed to have finished ten minutes later, there couldn’t have been anything more left in him. You held out the towel for him to wipe his mouth.

“It’s safe to swallow.” You handed him the Dixie cup of mouthwash and then the water, watching his relief as the coolness hit his mouth.

“Thank you.” You sighed at his words, throwing out the cups and turning off the lights.

“Whatever. You gotta be out early tomorrow, you hear me?” You heard him chuckle hoarsely as you crawled into bed.

“Yes, firecracker.” You shuddered again as he said it. You hated that you were doing this, hated that you still found yourself being sympathetic and helping out the boy who broke your heart two months ago, the boy who you found all over another model after he’d managed to open you up and get you to say you loved him. You hated that he still got to you, and you let him. But most of all, you hated that you still loved him, and that you’d never really stopped in the first place.

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WAIT… IS THERE MORE TO THIS WTF YOU CAN’T LEAVE IT!!!!! Up next: Um... If I can finish it Adrian Kempe part two if not the Auston one I have written XD

#auston matthews #matty #matts #toronto maple leafs #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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(B)romance in the NHL

Summary: A viral article about Kent and Tater’s bromance sparks some confessions. Word Count: 3,700 Rating: G

The music skips with an incoming text that Alexei ignores as he mixes his smoothie and hums along. Once he adds the last chunk of banana he slips the lid on the blender and turns it on. A few moments later he turns it off and the silence is jarring. Alexei walks over towards where his phone is laying on the counter, hoping his battery hasn't died yet again. His phone has been on the last leg of life for a couple weeks now, but he's too attached to it to change it in for a new one, no matter how much the rookies tease him.

Alexei picks up the phone. It isn't dead. It buzzes incessantly in his hand as 20 messages turned to thirty with three missed calls and several voicemails. Alexei swipes in his password and scrolls down the list of names until he reaches the first message. It's from Kent. The first is a link with three messages in quick succession after.

Kent (8:57 am): I didn't even notice them take this Kent (8:57 am): It makes us look kind of gay... don't you think? Kent (8:58 am): Okay yeah other ppl think it's hella gay too wtf

Alexei clicks on the link from the first text and his heart feels like it's beating out an erratic rhythm in his chest as he waits for it to load. Once it loads he breathes a sigh of relief, it's just the article about bromance in the NHL. A couple months ago he'd been contacted by Cosmo to participate alongside Kent in a best bros piece about cross team friendships in the NHL in an attempt to broaden the hockey audience. The concept was simple enough, they'd contacted a bunch of different hockey players with friendships well documented via social media and called them in to take pictures and give a short interview.

Two weeks ago, once they were both free with plenty of time in the off season, he and Kent had flown out to LA and posed for a bunch of pictures together. Each pair of friends was photographed playing some sport other than hockey.

Alexei knew Snowy and his buddy Kicker from the Schooners were doing water polo, because Snowy had complained to Alexei for a solid three days afterwards that it was 'the lamest of all polos'. Alexei and Kent had been given wrestling. The singlet they gave him was so small Alexei had popped into Kent's dressing room, certain that it was his - it wasn't. Kent's was tight and in aces black unlike the one Alexei was holding in falconer's blue.

Once they'd gotten dressed, after a lot of wiggling on Alexei's part, they'd been brought out to the set where a wrestling mat was set up and they were told how to pose. Most of it was fairly benign, Alexei pretending to have Kent in a headlock, Kent crouching to knock Alexei over, them standing together with arms slung around one another's shoulders, that sort of thing. After a couple hours of taking photos the woman in charge of the shoot, Shelly, stopped them.

"Alright boys," she'd said, walking over towards them and shaking both their hands. "I think we've got a bunch of great shots here. So you can feel free to go ahead and get changed. We've got a few more photoshoots and interviews scheduled, but the article should be posted in a couple weeks so keep your eye out." She smiled at them before walking back to the photographer. "Thanks again for coming," she said over her shoulder at them, "It's been a pleasure."

"Thank you," Kent had said, smiling, "it gives me an excuse to drag this lug out to LA finally."

Alexei had rolled his eyes good naturedly, "I am telling Kent I been to LA many times before -"

"Playing hockey and never leaving your hotel doesn't count." Kent smirked at him and before Alexei could even think about what he was doing he'd lifted Kent up and they'd both gone crashing down onto the mat. After grappling for a minute Alexei had ended up on his back staring up dazedly at Kent standing above him with his hand outstretched to help him up.

Alexei puts his head in his hands as he stares down at the photo. He hadn't even realized that the cameras were still rolling while he and Kent were messing around. The picture was taken a moment after Alexei knocked them both to the mat. In it he's pinning Kent's arms above his head and his legs are straddling Kent's waist. Kent has a grin on his face, that's more smirk than smile, which at the time had Alexei's heart skipping a beat before returning in double time. Kent's left brow is raised in challenge, but it's Alexei's face coupled with their position that's incriminating. His eyes are soft, his smile joyous and it's obvious to anyone looking that he's in love.

Alexei groans, and lets his head thunk down onto the cool counter. He hadn't realized he's been so transparent with his affection for Kent, if he had he never would've agreed to do the photoshoot together in the first place. Maybe no one else really noticed though, he thinks hopefully as he runs to get his laptop because his phone really is a piece of shit.

His laptop boots up quickly and Alexei holds his breath as he googles his own name. Before he even finishes typing it autofills with Alexei Mashkov Kent Parson gay? He curses softly before clicking on the first article that comes up and it has more than just the picture from the Cosmo site. There's paparazzi photos all the way going back to their rookie year, to when Alexei played for the Aces. None of the pictures would be all that incriminating on their own, but together...

Alexei groans and takes a deep breath before scrolling down through no less than twenty pictures of the two of them sitting just a little too close at sporting events, smiling at each other over dinner, sitting together in pubs, and most notably a picture of them slow dancing at Chaser's wedding last year. Chaser was the only other rookie on the Aces in their first year and had invited them both to his wedding even though none of them were still on the same team anymore.

"Why you are not dancing?" Alexei'd asked, having just come back from the dance floor where he'd had six kids hanging off of him like a jungle gym.

Kent had rolled his eyes and held up his glass, "This is more my style."

Alexei had plopped down into the chair beside Kent and smiled at him. "I know you like dancing. I see pictures all the time of Ace's Captain dance at club."

"This isn't really my type of dancing." Kent's nose had crinkled at the thought. Alexei's heart was still a little erratic from his time on the dance floor.

"You are not knowing how," Alexei'd teased in a singsong voice.

Kent had scoffed. "I know how to fucking dance."

Alexei stood up and stretched out his hand to Kent in invitation. "Prove it."

They'd twirled around the dance floor together, laughing with fingers entwined. At one point Kent had buried his head into Alexei's shoulder and it'd made Alexei's heart race and his palms sweat. The other hockey players at the wedding had teased them afterwards, but the smile Kent couldn't seem to completely wipe from his face the rest of the night had been worth any chirping they'd received.

Alexei knew their picture had been taken, but they'd been goofing off, he hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but now it was showing up on a gossip site less than twenty minutes after Cosmo posted incriminating photos. He isn't sure he wants to read whatever this site has to say about him and Kent, but it's like a car wreck he can't look away from as he scrolls down.

The article following the photos is short and mostly excerpts from the Cosmo interview.

Cosmo: So you two have been friends since your rookie year. Can you tell us about how you guys went from being teammates to friends? KP: Well my rookie year was pretty rough, it was a big change from the Q [Parson was in Juniors prior to the 2009 draft] and Tater didn't know anyone - AM: Or any English KP: [smiling at Mashkov] We bonded over a mutual inability to cook and be actual adults.

Alexei knows there was a follow up question to that about what sort adult things they didn't know how to do, it somehow devolved into Kent ranting about Kit. Alexei's not exactly shocked the site he's on chose not to include that conversation - if it even ended up in the final interview of Cosmo's website. Alexei had gotten so distracted by the picture he forgot to even look.

Cosmo: I'm sure our readers would be interested to know what the two of you do when you hang out together. AM: We like going [to] movies, I can cook now and Parsnip like[s] to [Mashkov looks to Parson and gestures at him] KP: [laughs] Mooch AM: Yes, yes he mooch[es] off of me. Cosmo: Is he a good cook Kent? KP: Oh yeah, definitely. I love when he cooks for me.

Cosmo: Do you two have anything planned together during the offseason? AM: Kent is come [sic] to Russia with me. KP: Since when? AM: I [told] you my mama want[s] to meet you. KP: Yeah I thought you meant in the US man. AM: No, no. I mean in Russia. KP: [Laughing] Apparently we're going to Russia together.

Cosmo: Kent you always seem to have a new beautiful woman on your arm. Any chance of you settling down soon? KP: [laughs] Is this your polite way of telling me to stop being a player? Cosmo: No, no of course not. I just want to let our female readers to know if they've got a chance. KP: Oh alright then, [laughs] as long as you're not trying to ruin my image. Alexei knows, he knows he shouldn't be reading the comments but he can't stop himself from scrolling.

There's already over 800 comments when he starts to read them, and the number keeps scrolling up. There's argumentative comments defending Alexei from what they think are false accusations tinged with disgust at the implications, debates continue in threads below that, a surprising number are supportive and there's a single comment, fifteen responses deep from a gay teen who says he's decided not to quit hockey now from just the idea that there might be professional hockey players like him. Alexei stops reading after that one.

When he attempts to go back to the original article to see what else had been included from their interview he can't because the site has crashed. Alexei pushes his laptop aside and walks back to his kitchen, ignoring the incessant buzzing and dialing Kent's number without even glancing at his missed calls and texts. It doesn't even finish the first ring before Kent's picking up.

"Dude, where the fuck were you? I've been trying to call you for twenty minutes." His voice sounds tinny and far away like he's using the speakerphone.

"Sorry," Alexei says, running a hand through his hair and feeling his heart rate slow from the panicked seizing it was doing moments before. He'd rather not think too deeply about that. "I - are you alone?"

"Yeah," Kent sighs through the line and Alexei can picture him fingering the brim of his snapback. "I'm in the car on my way to your place now."

"What?" Alexei asks.

"I was in New York visiting my mom," he says, "I'll be there in like two hours."

Alexei feels selfish, but the fact that he'll get to see Kent today nearly outweighs everything else. "Okay," he says, taking a deep breath, "I am sorry, котенок. Is my fault they are saying these things. I should not have -"

"Shut up Aloysha," Kent says. Alexei sucks in a quick breath at the rare use of his nickname. "This isn't on you. I'll explain when I get there - just don't promise PR or your GM anything before I do alright?"

Alexei nods, "Yes okay. I tell them we wait to talk to Aces before say anything." "Sounds good man," Kent says before hanging up.

Instead of sitting in his apartment letting his anxiety brew while he waits for Kent, Alexei calls Georgia and PR who are both surprisingly not upset with him. PR is pissed at Cosmo for using that shot, but the conversation actually goes far better than he thought it would. They even tell him that they were coming up with a plan for one of their other players who's planning on coming out and Alexei has absolutely no idea what to say to that. Georgia tells him that how they proceed is completely up to him; whether or not it's true he can deny it, or if he wants to come out the organization is behind him 100%. Alexei doesn't really know what to say to that because the number of people who know he's gay are exactly 2 - including himself, and the boy he kissed behind the bleachers in Russia nearly a decade ago who he's fairly sure doesn't even remember his name. He tells them he has to think about everything and hangs up before they can say anything else.

His phone won't stop buzzing and Alexei considers turning it off before deciding that it might not be a good idea. He checks the clock every five minutes trying to figure out when Kent'll get here, and when he's got about twenty more minutes to wait if Kent doesn't hit traffic when his phone buzzes with a name he'll actually bother picking up for.

"Alexei are you alright?" His given name sounds foreign on Jack's lips and he furrows his brow in distaste.

"Zimmboni," Tater exclaims, attempting to maintain some sense of normalcy. "How are you? When am I getting more pie from your baker?"

"Tater. You have - you've seen the article, haven't you?"

Tater sighs and his facade falls. "Yes, I'm seeing."

"I'm bi," Jack blurts, "well either that or pan. I'm not entirely sure yet, but I just - I thought it was something I should tell you. I mean, no that's not right," Jack says, words tumbling out so fast Alexei thinks Jack may have surprised himself a little with the confession. "It's something I wanted to tell you."

"Thank you," Alexei whispers, unsure of what else to say.

"I'm planning on coming out soon," Jack says, "while it's still off season, eh?" Alexei nods. "Is good time I think."

"I can -" Alexei can hear Jacks gulp clear through the line, "I can do it now. If it'll help - if it'll take the pressure off of you."

"NO," Alexei near shouts, "no, no. You do not come out for me. You come out for you when you are ready. Yes Zimmboni?"

The line is silent for a moment and when he speaks, Alexei can hear the undertone of relief in Jack's voice. "Yeah, yeah okay, you're right. I just - I know it can't be easy for you to have these rumors about you."

"They are not being rumors," Alexei says before he can stop himself.

"What?"

"Rumors means not true, yes? " Alexei's never said the words out loud before, and even though his heart feels like it's about to pound out from his chest he continues, "Well they are not rumors because I am gay." The words fall off his tongue as easy as any other and it seems anticlimactic that his roof doesn't cave in and the world around him doesn't come crashing down. Everything is the same as it was moments before, but it's different too.

"Thank you for trusting me with this," Jack says, as though it's a phrase he's memorized. "So you and Kenny are..." Jack's voice has a lilt to it now Alexei can't identify and he feels his heart cracking and splintering around the seams.

"No, no is not what seems." Alexei corrects him, walking over to the window with his phone held up to his ear before peeking through to see the swarm of reporters camped out at the end of his mercifully long driveway.

"Then I think you should talk to Kent," Jack says, as though it's that easy. Before Alexei can respond Jack is ending the call and there's a commotion at the end of his property.

A dark blue four door sports car barely even slows for the reporters blocking the end of his driveway. Alexei stumbles towards the switch by his door leading to the garage and presses it, opening the garage door just as the sports car reaches the house. An impossibly quick moment later his door is opening and he's got an armful of Kent Parson.

Alexei wraps his arms around Kent's shoulders and Kent buries his face deeper into Alexei's chest. After a long moment Alexei moves to pull back out of the hug, but Kent's arms remain firm around his shoulders and Alexei relaxes back into the embrace. When they finally pull apart several long moments later Kent's eyes are rimmed with red.

"I'm so sorry," Alexei says.

"What?" Kent asks, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Dude why're you sorry? It's my dumb ass that got us into this mess."

Alexei looks at Kent with confusion twisting his brow and Kent huffs a sigh, flopping down onto his couch and throwing an arm over his face dramatically. Alexei follows him and lifts Kent's feet so he can sit at the end of the couch. Kent doesn't put his feet in Alexei's lap - which is weird, because they sit like that all the time. He's got his legs squished up in a way that absolutely cannot be comfortable instead. Alexei picks Kent's feet up gingerly and places them in his lap.

Kent peaks out from under his arm and groans. "Why do you have to be such a perfect asshole, man?" Before Alexei can even come up with a response for that Kent plows on. "I'm gay."

Blood rushes through Alexei's ears and he drops his head down as his vision swims. Kent is gay, Alexei's best friend who he's in love with is not straight. He isn't sure how to process this information.

"And I'm sorry that you've gotten roped into this - I didn't think some little fluff piece for Cosmo would -" Kent pinches the bridge of his nose and looks anywhere other than at Alexei, "The interview, along with how I'm looking at you in that fucking picture. I - " Kent pulls his feet from Alexei's lap and sits up straight. "I can fix this, I was planning on coming out soon anyway. I can tell everyone to fuck off that just cause I -"

"What do you mean?" Alexei says slowly, Kent's words on repeat in his head. "What do you mean how you look at me?"

Kent rolls his eyes and huffs, but Alexei knows him well enough to see the nerves beneath his frosty exterior. "Are you really going to make me say it man?"

Alexei shrugs because the only way Kent's sentence would make sense is if he liked him, and that - he knows that isn't what Kent means.

Kent sighs and his gaze flicks away from Alexei's before meeting it defiantly. "I'm into you, okay? Not in a way that means we can't still be friends or anything because you don't love me back and you're also straight so - "

"I'm not straight," Alexei says, mind stuck on an endless loop of the words love me back. His heart is going to pump right out of his chest. "I am very much not straight," he repeats because it seems like Kent didn't hear him.

"What?" Kent asks after a long moment, eyes wide and brimming with something Alexei desperately wants to be hope.

"And I do," he says, and Ken'ts looking at him like he isn't quite sure what Alexei means, so he clears his throat and says, "love you back, I'm meaning." He ducks his head because that is most definitely not when he intended to say but he's not going to take it back because it's true and Kent deserves to hear it.

Kent launches himself at Alexei and suddenly they're kissing and it's - it's everything. It's years of memories seen in a completely different light. It's two rookies who hold hands just a hair too long when they shake for the first time. It's finding Kent crying in the locker room after a reporter interrogates him about Zimmermann the night of their first game and not knowing the words in either language but scooping him up into his arms anyway and leaving that night with a newly minted best friend. It's smiling just a little too long and laughing just a little too hard at jokes that no one else in the room finds funny. It's the bright red flush that creeps up Kent's neck and settles on his cheeks when Alexei catches his eye in locker room. It's playing on opposing teams and going to the fanciest restaurant in town to make the loser pay. It's every touch and look that sends off a flickering trail of sparks deep in his chest that he always tried desperately to smother.

It's Kent climbing into his lap and kissing him within an inch of his life. It's Alexei's hands dropping down low on Kent's waist as he pulls him closer. It's Kent breaking the kiss to catch his breath, forehead resting against Alexei's.

It's Kent mumbling, "We're so fucking stupid. We could've been doing this for years," into Alexei's mouth before kissing him again.

#patater #check please #omgcp #alexei mashkov #kent parson #myfics

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