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Bracket Fill: Cap Q, Robbie/Georgie; defence

Another bracket fill, for the prompt: Quincy or Crane POV of the BAIT drama, love those guys

Georgie Dineen comes to the Caps, and things get fucked.

Dylan can’t say that’s what he expected. Honestly, he was hyped about the acquisition, knew that him and Bardi had played together at BU, kicked ass all over the place. While the one-two combo of Wheels and Bardi on their second pairing is solid defensively — they can be trusted almost implicitly, which is pretty impressive for two guys under twenty-five — well. The Not-Mikes are the only real firepower they have in the D corps, and that needs to change if they’re going to have the depth to run for a Cup.

Time’s ticking, not only because most of the Class of Canadiana are looking at new, bigger contracts — Matty’s especially is going to take a giant bite out of what cap space they have — but, selfishly, because Dylan’s got a ticking clock of his own, body starting to protest shit he wouldn’t have even noticed a year ago, let alone five or ten.

This is far from Dylan’s first rodeo when it comes to team drama, but he can tell, even early on, that it’s going to be a particularly bad case. Dylan’s seen resentment from guys who think they should be slotted where another guy is, simple personality clashes, shit that got said when someone was drunk, or pissed about a bad play, that simmered until it got ugly. He’s literally had to step in just before fists started flying. He’s pretty damn sure he’s never dealt with relationship drama before. Well, not between two teammates, at least — he’s heard plenty of it secondhand with teammates and their girlfriends, wives, but Dylan realises within days that in this case, they’re all stuck right in the middle of it.

He wonders initially if knowing Robbie’s gay is making him imagine something that isn’t there, but after he catches Dineen looking Robbie with an expression that’s unmistakably heartsick, heard a few jabs from Robbie that sound like the kind of shit you say during a break up, when you know someone so well you know exactly how to hurt them most, he’s pretty damn sure he’s not just imagining things.

He takes Robbie aside after Robbie makes it everyone’s business even more, some bullshit about Dineen’s Catholic ass or whateverthefuck that has Dougie scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and Michel looking honestly pissed. Robbie’s defensive as fuck about it, which Dylan was expecting, knew he was going to deal with going in.

“Look,” Dylan says to his sullen ass. “I’m not asking, okay? It’s your business. You’ve got a problem with him, I’m sure there’s a reason for that, and I’m sure it’s a good one. You want to tell me, I’m willing to listen, but I’m not asking, okay?”

Robbie nods, but he’s looking at his feet when he does, and Dylan internally sighs, because he’s pretty sure Robbie’s not going to volunteer a thing, and he’s just as sure that this shit is going to get worse before it gets better.

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I have been thinking of character’s karaoke songs the past few days (Jake soulfully singing Wrecking Ball while thinking of David as Joe puts his face in his hands remains my eternal headcanon thanks to a long ago ask)

And so like. Caps, fall 2016. Georgie and Robbie have their tentative truce. Some idiot thought karaoke night would be fun. Georgie gamely goes along with group singing a Journey song like a bro. Robbie and Matty and Wheels keep breaking up with giggles as they try to out emote one another at My Heart Will Go On while Crane slowly scoots his chair away from the stage, as they are all directing it at him. 

Some rookie (not Raf) does Bad Romance, calling it his favourite song as a kid. Oleg and Quincy share pained glances. Oleg has CHILDREN older than that song. Quincy was already an A when it came out. They’re not old, right?

Robbie listened to that song OBSESSIVELY when he was in college. Tried to hide it, but Georgie somehow figured it out (or just liked it too Robbie, you paranoid fuck), and played it all the time and it was their guilty pleasure (well, Robbie’s. Georgie did not appear guilty). Song got really, really bitter in hindsight. Robbie’s turned it off every time he’s come across it for awhile now. Robbie needs to excuse himself.

He takes in the first breath of fresh air alongside the image of Georgie standing outside with his hands in his pockets, because of course. Because those memories aren’t just his, and Georgie’s always had the better memory of the two of them. They share a really fucking awkward laugh, and stand in silence that almost but doesn’t quite reach companionable until they’re both sure the song’s done.

They return to Quincy leading a team rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. It is amazing.

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PSOTW: Quincys, Caps; F-M-K

For the prompt:  dylan and leo quincy drunkenly playing NHL FMK at a boring family gathering

In the ‘Crane punches a Nazi’ ficlet Cap Q’s wife was named, and then I...forgot and gave his brother basically the same name, BUT I’M OWNING IT.

Leo would just like to say he isn’t actually the one to bring the subject up. That’s Lea, after they escape round seventeen of ‘The Quincy family makes fun of Dylan for marrying a woman with the practically the same name as his brother’. Leo found the first ten rounds or so funny, but now he’s considering changing his name if it means they’ll pick on Dylan a little more creatively. Not like it’s hard.

Maybe they’ll quit if he starts going by his actual name. Of course, he’ll never get laid again if he goes by Leonard. Can’t pull off Leonardo, either. It’s a dilemma.

Leo’s pretty sure she just brings it up to make Dylan groan, which he absolutely does, knocking his head back against the wall when Lea says, “Hottest Cap. Go.”

“See, you’re just going to say Dylan, and then I’m going to have to make fun of you for your terrible taste,” Leo says.

“You look like me,” Dylan says.

“Not that much like you,” Leo says.

Lea looks considering. “Fuck-Marry-Kill,” she says.

“Now we’ve got a deal,” Leo says.

“No we don’t,” Dylan — there is no other word for it, he’s whining.

“The rookies,” Lea says. “What do you call them, Dylan?”

“I’m not participating in this,” Dylan says, then, because he’s wired to be unable to answer a question, “Class of Canadiana. And Lombardi, so Masshole. That’s four, though.”

“Just stick to the Canadians?” Lea suggests.

“They’re babies,” Leo complains.

“You try to kill Crane he’ll kill you first,” Dylan says. “For the record.”

“I’m not actually going to kill your back-up goalie,” Leo says. “I think he’s a ‘marry’ anyway.”

Dylan laughs. “He’s even more likely to kill you that way.”

“I’ll risk it,” Leo says.

“Fuck?” Lea asks.

“Who’s the D-man?” Leo asks.

“Whelan, if we’re keeping it Canadian,” Dylan says.

“Him,” Leo asks.

“You can’t kill Matthews,” Dylan protests.

“Why not?” Leo asks.

“Because you can’t,” Dylan says.

“You pick your own dude to kill, I’m killing Matthews,” Leo says.

Dylan frowns at him. “I’m marrying Matthews,” he says.

“You do that, Dyl,” Leo says.

*

It becomes a bit of a tradition, in the end, a much more interesting way to make Dylan regret ever coming to visit. They have to branch out past the Caps, eventually, and Leo finds himself cataloguing opponents when he catches a Caps game. Anyone who throws a dirty hit is automatically a kill, no matter how he looks.

“Fuck-Marry-Kill,” Leo says, after Christmas dinner and, more importantly, after a few drinks, and Lea straightens up excitedly. “New Caps edition.”

“Which ones?” Dylan asks, instead of complaining. Leo guesses he’s gotten resigned to it.

“Chapman, Kurmazov,” Leo says. “Who’s the one you got a few weeks ago?”

“Dineen,” Dylan says.

“He’s hot,” Leo says. “And Chapman, fuck.”

“What happened to ‘they’re babies’?” Dylan — he’s whining again.

“They’re in their twenties, no shame,” Leo says.

“I’m marrying Kurmazov,” Lea announces.

“That’s a good choice,” Dylan says grudgingly.

“So it’s unanimous for marrying Kurmazov?” Leo says.

“I thought you said Dineen and Chapman were hot,” Dylan says.

“I did,” Leo says. “But Kurmazov, man. Guy looks like he knows what to do with those hands. I’d marry the shit out of that.”

“Right?” Lea asks.

“I hate you both,” Dylan mutters. “A lot. For the record.”

Leo shrugs, and Lea shrugs back.

“Like twins!” mom calls across the room, and so begins round twenty of laughing about the similarity of their names.

“Can I nominate myself as the Cap to kill?” Dylan mutters.

“I’ll allow it,” Leo says.

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Caps; kidnapper Crane

For the prompt:  I’d love anything with Crane! Quite literally anything - I just really really like him

Craney shows up to practice with a baby, and there are at least ten sets of exchanged looks before Robbie bites the bullet and speaks up.

“You knock someone up, Craney?” he asks, and braces himself just in time for the whack on the back of the head Quincy gives him. What, it’s not hard to believe. Craney gets around more than all the single guys combined. Girls must dig the crazy eyes, because he’s not bad looking or anything, but something’s got to be getting him extra points.

“Whose kid is that?” Quincy asks, which just seems like a nicer way to ask if he knocked someone up.

“Well,” Craney says, which is unusually un-direct of him.

“Did you kidnap someone’s baby?” Wheels asks, sounding horrified, and once he says it, well. Robbie can definitely see that. That seems like the second most likely option. Even Quincy looks concerned.

“No,” Crane says, scowling. “It’s my sister’s.”

“You have a sister?” Robbie asks. How has he known Craney for this many years without knowing he has a sister. “He has a sister?” he whispers to Matty.

“Two, and a brother,” Matty says, and Robbie feels very betrayed. Matty knew all along. Unfair Saskatchewan bond. He’s probably even met them, and here Robbie was, thinking Craney was an only child and that explained the weirdness. Robbie can’t even blame the Saskatchewan — Matty’s normal — or the only child then — one of four! — so he just has being a goalie to fall back on. To be fair, it’s a pretty strong reason.

“Why did your bring your —” Quincy squints at full camo. “— sister’s kid to practice?” he asks, because of course he’s refusing to assume the gender. Also it’s a Crane, Robbie wouldn’t be surprised if they put all their kids in full camo from birth.

“She’s in the hospital,” Crane says. “Took her there before practice.”

“Jesus,” Quincy says. “Dev, you didn’t need to come to practice, go to the hospital, dude.”

“She just went into labour,” Craney says with a shrug, and Q, whose wife’s pretty damn pregnant, goes a little white.

“Just?” Quincy says. “Go to the hospital. Now.”

“She told me not to,” Craney says. “I can stick around. Help out.”

If you told Robbie the most terrifying thing he’s ever seen is Crane staring at him from the stands with a baby in his arms, well — actually, Robbie probably would have agreed immediately. He alternates rocking the baby, who’s found some ear muffs bigger than his or her head — count on Craney to call his niece or nephew J (Jay?) and confuse them all even more — and calling out suggestions and corrections and threats.

“Please let me do my job,” Coach calls over at him halfway through, with something like despair, then mumbles, just loud enough for Robbie to hear, “God help us all if he ever becomes a coach.”

Robbie has just replaced the most terrifying thing in the world. God help them all indeed.

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somehow the character sorter ended with robbie and quincy's gay brother both ranked #1 and now i want the story where they meet and hook up behind quincy's back (david finds out and can't look quincy in the eye for a month)

Now seems the time to share some emails!

Frand: Poor Quincy’s gay brother, condemned to the bottom of the league because we know nothing about him except he’s a younger, gay Quincy.

Me: Even I do not know his name! Okay, it’s Leo, because the Quincy parents were total folk nerds and named one kid for Bob Dylan and one for Leonard Cohen but I just made that up right this second, so.

SO NOW  I YOU KNOW.

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Dylan Quincy, Oleg; No.

Hopefully you guys don’t get sick of these, because there are a LOT forthcoming.

For the prompt:  David letting any of the Capitals know about him and Jake (doesn’t have to be telling them, maybe them accidentally finding out)

As I told the generous donor, the David accidentally tipping Quincy off occurs offscreen, but I hope Dad!Oleg helps make up for that.

“Is it me?” Dylan asks. “Am I a gay black hole or something?”

Oleg blinks.

“Okay, yes, I realise how that sounded,” Dylan says.

“Good,” Oleg says. “I didn’t want to tell you.”

“It didn’t sound homophobic or anything, though, did it?” Dylan asks. “If it did I didn’t mean it that way.”

“It just sounded —” Oleg pauses.

“Dirty?” Dylan asks.

Oleg nods shortly.

“Yeah,” Dylan says. “But seriously man, this team. Between Chaps and —” he bites off what he’s saying.

“I know about Lombardi and Dineen,” Oleg says, with this additional look like ‘do you think I’m stupid, sir?’

“Oh good,” Dylan says. “Want to help me with that shit?”

“No,” Oleg says.

“Fuck,” Dylan says. “Please?”

“No,” Oleg repeats.

“It’s fucking with the room,” Dylan says. “Something’s got to be done here.”

Oleg gives him another look that clearly states ‘do it yourself, then’. He’s really eloquent with the looks. “No,” Oleg repeats, one more time.

“Kay, but the Chaps and Lourdes thing, that’s — cool, right?” Dylan says. “Chaps is okay? No drama llama ding dong?”

“I have no idea what that means,” Oleg says. “But he’s fine.”

“You let me know if that changes, okay, I worry about that kid,” Dylan says.

Oleg gets this mulish expression, like he wants to say ‘no’ again.

“Or you deal with it, as long as everything’s fine!” Dylan says, putting his hands up. He gets it. Vets have guys they consider ‘theirs’, and Chaps and Oleg have played together for a long time.

“Everything’s fine,” Oleg says.

“Well,” Dylan says. “At least that’s one less thing to worry about.”

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Quincy, Crane; got some licks in

For a prompt I literally started writing the moment I received it: Crane punches a Nazi.

Due to the subject matter there is racist and hateful speech referenced below. Followed by punching, natch.

Anyway this is the YCMAL Capitals’ official policy on Nazis.

Of all the calls Dylan expects to get at two in the morning, one to bail out one of his players is — actually unfortunately not that surprising. Who he’s bailing out and why, a little moreso.

“I would have pegged you as the kind of guy not to get caught, Dev,” Dylan says, when he’s driving him back to his billet. He doesn’t blame Devon for calling him instead of waking them up, in fact he’s grateful he didn’t. Larry’s got enough to deal with, between three kids and a full time job with them to start. Only one affected by Dev calling him is Dylan, and Lea for the five seconds between her waking up to the phone and falling back asleep.

“I wouldn’t be, if it was premeditated,” Dev says, because goalies are terrifying.

“Want to walk me through it?” Dylan asks.

“Guy was a fucking asshole, I punched him,” Devon says.

“I kind of got most of that,” Dylan says. “But dude, you can’t just punch—”

“He started going on about the ‘superior’ race and drains on society,” Dev says. “Fuck’s sake, he literally used the words ‘final solution’.”

“I mean, I understand your—” Dylan says.

“While getting right in the face of a black girl,” Devon continues, like Dylan hadn’t said anything. “In what I construed as a threatening manner.”

“You tell your arresting officer that?” Dylan asks.

“Obviously,” Dev says, jutting his chin out.

“You get some good licks in?” Dylan asks.

“I got all the licks in,” Dev says. “All of them. Stupid Nazi face bruised my hand, though.”

“Don’t you fucking dare tell management I said this,” Dylan says, “but good on you, kid.”

“I thought so too,” Dev says a little smugly, and Dylan takes a hand off the wheel for a moment to ruffle his hair, laughing when Dev, frowning, tries to put it back in place.

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If your verse had the You Can Play ambassadors, I am assuming Marc would trample everyone in his rush to volunteer (Vinny has nightmares about pamphlets, so many pamphlets, don't mock him, Tony, Vinny heard you having one too), but would any other characters be one?

Oh man, Marc would unapologetically elbow everyone out of his path: MY JOB, FUCK OFF, I HAVE THE PAMPHLETS ALREADY.

OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD (so this is not exhaustive):

Dan wouldn’t want the Sens gig at all, despite everyone looking his way, and Andy would try to make himself one with the wall, and lord knows Derek is Not A Good Idea. Gerard would quietly take it. Sven would be happy to do it, but Sven’s scary. Gerard thinks it’s probably a better idea for him to take it.

Quincy would be the first guy putting his hand up on the Caps.

SEB WANTS IT SEB WANTS IT. DIBS.

Joe would be taking the job because he trusts Jake not at all with it.

Other named characters: Darryl Rogers (Oilers), Matt Bradley (Islanders), Michel Fournier (Blackhawks)