#**fic

[sinbinned]

Living Hope (18206 words) Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, First Time, Pining, the looming specter of the 2009 Stanley Cup playoffs

Been working on this for a hot second, I hope you read and enjoy ❤️

[thebeautyoffanfics]

kou minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: write a fic with a comfort character, who is also the youngest minamoto brother, to help yourself through a hard time. call that kou-ping (coping)

(not even gonna lie, mainly posting this for the pun. Humor and art are the real coping mechanisms here. The ending is rushed buttttt who caressssssss)

warnings: depressing thoughts, parental issues (arguing)

word count: 1,544

Your life was… falling apart.

You sighed, bookbag being tossed over your shoulder, the school day finally coming to an end. But, your day would continue- you had to clean the toilets, feeling obligated to join your friends as you always did. Yet… with everything happening, you, honestly, didn’t have the energy. Socializing felt exhausting, and rather unappealing. All you wanted to do was sleep, despite the fact that going home was also unappealing…

Arguing filled your house at any given point. Parents fighting over petty things, then finding it okay to get you involved in their poor tempers. Unrealistic expectations piled on top of you- expecting high 90s in every class because you were capable of it. Expecting you to be happy, because you were capable of seeming like you were. Yes, you were entirely capable of faking your happiness… of pushing your emotions aside until you were comfortable in the confines of your room.

So, you’d just do that. “Just a little longer,” You whispered to yourself, hoping that the encouragement, though from yourself, would keep your emotions in check for the next little bit. Maybe, being with your friends would help- you surely hoped so, as you pushed open the door to the girls’ bathroom.

“(Y/N)’s here~,” Hanako cheered, waving at you as you entered the bathroom. You inhaled, preparing yourself for The World’s Greatest Acting, as you waved back, offering a grin to your undead friend. Death seemed to plague your personal life… seeing your ghost friend floating around made your heart ache a bit. Would it be better if your other family members, pets included, could… maybe visit a bit? If they were ghosts, would their deaths hurt as badly? Surely, they would, you concluded, as Yashiro said something to you.

“Hm?” You questioning, urging her to repeat herself, to which she complied.

“Are you alright? You look kind of spacey.”

“Yeah, I’m fine! No worries, but thank you for asking.”

She nodded, going back to sweeping, as Kou glanced at you, concern evident in his eyes. You smiled at him, making sure that the smile reached your eyes in an attempt to alleviate any concern. Honestly, you wanted your problems to remain your own. Kou didn’t need to bother himself with your issues- he probably had enough on his mind.

Not bothering with further conversation, but letting the other 3 talk as they pleased, you grabbed the washcloth and began to wipe down the sinks and mirrors, as you did nearly every day.

Once the bathroom was clean, you looked around, considering what to do next. Tiredness made your body feel heavy, eyelids barely being held open once you allowed yourself to relax a bit. Though you didn’t see it, Kou looked at you once more- as he had been doing throughout the entire day- this time taking note of how tired you seemed. Your facade was slipping, mouth drooping into a small frown, as you stared at the ground. After deciding you were as prepared as you could possibly get to head home, you looked up, widening your eyes and putting a smile back on your face.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I think I’m going to head home now. You guys be safe,” You spoke, picking up your bag and waving at your friends. They waved back, wishing you a good night, and telling you to be safe on your way home, but you didn’t pay as much attention as you normally did. Nodding, smiling, then stepping out of the bathroom, making your way down the halls.

“Kid, if you only made your staring a bit more obvious, they may have said something,” Hanako spoke up, a few moments after you left. He was well aware that Kou was simply worried- honestly, he understood why.

“Shut it- I’m just… they seem kind of upset.”

“Yeah? Then go talk to them.”

Kou pondered for a moment, before Hanako spoke once more, telling Kou that you were only getting further away.

“Right. Then, I’ll see you later, Hanako, Senpai! Have a good night,” He spoke, grabbing his back, then running down the halls- catching you at the front of the school, just after the doors were closing behind you.

“(Y/N), hang on!”

You paused, hiding your sigh, as you turned and smiled at your boyfriend. You didn’t have to pretend around him… you knew it, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to let him worry.

“Hey, Kou. Did you want to walk with me for a bit?” You asked, knowing the two of you lived in a similar direction. Out of everyone you knew, he was the most genuinely enjoyable to be with… Kou always seemed to distract you from your crumbling life. A confidant of sorts- your rock, when no one else was willing to be it. The thought made your smile falter, but you fixed yourself, as he walked next to you.

“Sure… did you feel like stopping anywhere?”

Was it that he could read your mind? You shrugged, pondering where exactly you wanted to go. You only had a few dollars on you… your parents probably wouldn’t be happy if you bought a snack, but…

“Do you wanna… grab a little snack from a convenient store, and maybe sit at the park for a little bit? I’m tired, but, to be honest, I don’t feel like going home just yet.”

“Yeah, that’s fine! It does feel nice out.”

Nodding, you continued to walk, Kou following in-step with you, and grabbing your hand gently. You were sure he was going to say something when the time came, but you appreciated his patience. Kou knew you weren’t feeling yourself… he could tell that just walking would be good for now. A break from all the noise provided from school

Once the two of you arrived at the park near your houses, you took a seat on a swing, Kou sitting next to you. Silently, you opened the small snack Kou bought you- the boy doing the same with his snack, both of you taking a bite at the same time.

“Do you want some?” Kou spoke up after a moment, holding his snack in your direction. Shrugging, you leaned forward, taking a bite from it, then holding yours towards him. He did the same as you, leaning forward, then nodding in approvement.

“You didn’t eat much at lunch, so I’m happy to see you getting something in your stomach… are you feeling alright?”

His concern was honestly endearing. You paused for a moment, staring down at the food in your hand. He knew you weren’t feeling alright. He would have worded it differently if he didn’t- his tone would have been different. Was there much use in lying to him? Would he see past it?

Tears streamed down your face before you could realize it, and you sniffled, leaning down a bit, letting your hair fall against the sides of your face- maybe it would hide your pitiful expression from him.

In a split-second, Kou was off of the swing and leaning in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Carefully, as if you were something more precious and more fragile than glass, he cupped your face in his hands. His thumbs swiped over your tears, wiping them away as he looked over your face. You shut your eyes tightly, attempting to stray away from his gaze- it was to no avail. Kou wasn’t going to let you bottle things up, nor hide from him.

“You can talk to me, (Y/N)... you can cry… you can take your time. No matter what, I’m right here. I’m right here, just for you.”

As if it were instinct, you wrapped your arms around Kou, so suddenly and tightly that you stumbled off of the swing. Landing in front of him, still sobbing, your face buried in his shoulder- he wrapped his arms around you as well, nearly pulling you into his lap as he kissed the side of your head gently. His hold was firm, protective, yet full of nothing but love. You loved him for that… how his words were so genuine. How he was so bright- how he could express any emotion he needed just by hugging you. Maybe it was that he could be read easily… maybe you appreciated it, since you spent so long attempting to be unreadable. Not even unreadable- but able to be read as any emotion you wanted to show. Kou was so genuine. He was so kind.

Kou sat there, holding you for as long as you needed him to. He kissed you kindly when you vented, his eyes holding no sign of judgement. He encouraged you, showing you so much kindness and pure love, that- when you stepped through your front door, your mom asking you, rather curtly, what took you so long- you were able to give her a steady response. His words stuck with you through the night, his texts and phone call offering you more encouragement than you were sure you deserved. Keeping you safe from the fighting, even if just for one night… for the first time in forever, Kou muttering quietly on the other end of the line, you slept soundly.

[pissboypwams-blog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When Patrick gets like this, when he's exhilaratingly sweaty and worn out after shows, when the crowds have died down and everyone's gone home, when he's stumbling just to get to the bus, breath heavy and mind foggy, Pete knows where to go. Pete's heart may lie with Patrick, but Patrick's is hand-in-hand with the ocean.

[sinbinned]

Rating: Explicit | Words: 6,174 | Tags: Retirement, Getting Together, First Time, Evgeni Malkin's Hypothetical Jersey Retirement Ceremony

For a moment, it felt like they were somewhere else completely. It was just Sid and Geno on the ice, existing outside of space and time, where they always made the most sense. That much had never been complicated for them.

-- Five months after his last game with the Penguins, Geno comes back to Pittsburgh for his jersey retirement ceremony. Sid has been waiting for him, even if he didn't realize it.

----------------------------

I had no intention of doing much fic writing in November, but I was overcome by the sheer impact of the video heard round the world dropping on the fandom ecosystem yesterday.

This was 50% inspo over the video itself, and 50% inspo over the wonderful fandom chatter happening all day yesterday. Have to give a special shoutout to the below posts for really getting the creative juices flowing. Copied them below the cut for space, but shoutout to:

@sportsthoughts​ @ticklefighthockey​ @novjember​

​

[sinbinned]

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, First Time, Mario's Foyer Summary:

“You remember your Russian, Sid? Malkin’s English hasn’t improved much since we last saw him.”

Sid shrugged, “I remember ‘yes’ and ‘no’. And how to ask where the bathroom is. Which I don’t think will be that useful for me.”

“He’ll listen to you.” Mario promised with a sincerity that Sid wanted to believe. “All you need to do is have him bite. The rest is your choice, Sid.”

None of this had been Sid’s choice.

Filling the squares first heat/rut & growling/whining/purring <3

[sinbinned]

being way too into lining up my rpf with actual season timelines is gonna break my brain iswtg and I know no one will care that sid actually tore his groin a month after the 2009 all star game... but also... I feel like I'm real person lying if I don't get the undeniable facts straight

[sinbinned]

9 People You Want To Get To Know Better

Tagged by @bigboyline @sooffsides and @yabagofmilfs many ❤️❤️❤️ to you!

Reading: Bad Company by Megan Greenwell which is about the rise of private equity, but also hockeyblr is the perfect place to mention... the author of the book used to work at Deadspin! Which was eaten up by a private equity buyout and she writes about how that was her dream job and I'm like, I've read enough to fic to know Deadspin are villains, what do you mean?!

Last Series: watching s2 of the Pitt as it's coming out and have been slowly making my way through Sex and the City (no one asked, but I'm a Miranda. As is everyone I care about and love; we are all Mirandas.)

Last Movie: Marty Supreme - I love Oscars season, and usually will watch them all for the fun of it. This one was fine!

Last Song: the Feminine Urge by the Last Dinner Party

Sweet or Salty: sweet (mosquitos looove me)

Coffee or Tea: I don't drink either of them regularly. I guzzle tea when I'm sick. But love to treat myself to an afternoon latte every once in a while (there's this chain in CA called Tierra Mia that has a horchata latte that I think about allll the time)

Working On: A soulmate AU fic~~ returned to some fandom roots in les mis in december and it reminded me of how big that trope was in 2014 and I wanted to try it for sidgeno! Original goal was to finish it by the end of Jan, that personal deadline has been, as you might be able to guess, pushed

Tagging @tangerwoll @tjarry @sequestering @pert1nents if you'd like to do it, no pressure :) and anyone else who's interested, please tag me if you do!