#I adore tall geno

[satsukidoodles404]

DustedAfterDeath doodles :)

Everybody, give thanks to @spotaus for this 😩🙏 I suddenly had sudden serotonin at 2 am because I couldn't stop thinking about these boys. I'm just soo happy these three is getting some traction :)

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

it's not obscene, but it could be :) how was the first time andrei called y/n a solnyshka?

it could be obscene, but i’m choosing to go the fluffy route 🥹

you and andrei meet in a bar in raleigh

he’s there with some of the guys - brady, neci, pyotr, maybe even geno’s in town - and you’re there with your best friends, letting off some steam after finals

and yes technically you’re only 20 but who doesn’t have a good fake these days

hockey’s not really a thing for you so all you see is hot tall man and beeline for him, the fact that he’s a professional athlete doesn’t even factor into your decision to flirt

the second you hear his accent, you know you’re going to have sex with this man, no matter how you have to make that happen

the bar’s loud and crowded and andrei bends down a little to he can get closer to you

you don’t know that andrei’d had a bad night, was getting frustrated with his performance on the ice and in his own head - the boys had brought him out for a distraction

the alcohol is flowing steadily and you’ve paid for none of it, accepting drinks from other guys (handed over directly by the bartender for safety, of course) and you’re smiley and chatty, your normal bubbly personality ratcheted up to a thousand

your smile is infectious and andrei’s grinning like a fool too while you flirt back and forth, giggling and touching his arm

honestly, the term of endearment slips out as the night goes on

andrei gets drunker, you get drunker, and before you know it, you’re grinding on each other and making out in a dark corner of the bar

you giggle, enjoying his lips on yours, and he mumbles something in russian

you don’t catch it and ask him to repeat himself and he says, “like sunshine in this bar. you’re so bright. solnyshka. a little sun.”

and he’s kind of slurring his words a bit but his eyes are focused and neither of you are too drunk to consent and his dick is pressing into your lower stomach and you say “i like that, solnyshka,” and you butcher the russian of course but andrei doesn’t care

you don’t have sex on that first night, but you make out until your face is scraped raw from his stubble and you give him your number

he saves your contact with a little sun emoji and you think you’re going to explode from the adorableness

andrei texts you the next morning, asking you out for brunch, which is the balm your hang over needs

he greets you with a kiss on the cheek and you flush red from his touch, having spent the night before imagining what his stubble would feel like scraping against the skin of your inner thighs

you spend hours at brunch, laughing and flirting and teasing, and it feels so natural being with andrei

after the restaurant finally shoos you away from the patio, andrei walks you back to your car and kisses you sweetly, asking, “can i see you again tomorrow, solnyshka?”

you nod and from then on out, you’re his solnyshka, his little sun

sure he peppers in other terms of endearments, but solnyshka is his favorite because it reminds him of that first night, when your smile had brought him out of the funk he was in

[freebooter4ever]

so i started by looking through the 2009 all star blogs and have finally hit the 2014 oly*mpics and :

this is so funny and confirms my silly tag:

the idea of insanely tall geno trying to hide behind anybody is adorable and obviously would work about as well as covering your eyes to block out the sun but the description of geno just:

awwwwwwwwww ;_;

[gofancyninjaworld]

Can you make Saitama and Reigen comparison as mentor figures? I find it interesting how One has teacher-student pair and their dynamics in center of both of his main stories. Maybe trow in Mob and Genos comparison as students.

Merry Christmas my dude!

I am sorry this has taken so many months to write. It's a great ask and I sat down many a time to draft it and kept getting interrupted. Now that I've caught up with the last of Mob Psycho 100 anime (sob), I may as well put down my thoughts before I get distracted yet again.

I think the single greatest similarity between Reigen and Saitama as mentors is that each feels hopelessly inadequate to the task of actually mentoring his trusting charge. The reasons differ, of course: Reigen has absolutely no clue what a psychic's experiences are like, and Saitama's internal consternation at what he could possibly tell a cyborg, given that muscle training was all he knew is one for the ages.

It's interesting that each decided to go for general principles rather than specific advice. However, their approaches differ so much in that: for much of the story, Reigen pretended to be more worldly-wise and full of powers beyond what even Mob could sense. Saitama, although he has lied to Genos on occasion, has been much more straightforward about what he knows. The adoration they receive despite (or maybe because) of their non-specific advice has been quite something. With the benefit of a complete story, we've watched how Mob's view of Reigen has matured and become more clear-eyed without his ever losing respect for his mentor. It's still very much a work in progress when it comes to Genos, where some searing clarity is admixed with some of the most extreme hero-worship depicted in fiction. No idea how that's going to resolve, nor the unacknowledged sexual tension between them (something rightly not present in Mob Psycho 100).

I like that in their own ways, both would do anything for their mentees when things go wrong in a major way... but aren't quite so scrupulous on the small stuff.

Given who their mentees are, it's remarkable that each has emphasised normality. Reigen always told Mob to regard psychic powers as just an aspect of who he was, no different from some people being characterized by being tall or having strong body odour. It's been helpful to Mob in putting into perspective what his powers could and could not do for him. And it has been great that Reigen was instrumental in helping Mob understand and accept all of himself. Saitama's precondition for Genos was that the latter get a job already.

The very different goals Reigen and Saitama have colour what advice they give. Reigen's goal for Mob has been in keeping with his philosophy. He doesn't actually have to do any particular job as his parents aren't badly off, so Spirits and Such has been his way of finding something interesting to do. He may con people, but he always aims to leave them better off. Mob is no different in this regard. Even as trouble comes their way, Reigen has always been mindful of Mob's psychological well-being. Saitama is a hero: it's literally what he lives for and his disciple had better be one too. The percepts he outlines for Genos are murderous in their uncompromising stance: a hero must always make progress, regardless. Must never retreat. Must never refuse to take on an enemy, no matter how dire.

As for student-teacher relationships more widely, ONE writes quite a few of them. I've explored them somewhat in these two meta, if you've not already seen them. Sensei! and Sensei, pt 2. I will probably do a third at some point.

[spirirsstuff]

[Part 1]

afterdeath thing part 2

part 3 (the last part) will be released tomorrow and a couple aftermath drabbles or parts in between that i timeskipped might be released over time if i write any

@skelle404 once again i know you like afterdeath

Geno didn’t end up going back to sleep that night. Instead, he sat in the dark, knowing that it’s illegal to move if an animal is sleeping on you. But he couldn’t sleep, so he sat on the couch, staring at the wall. Quite boring, but he couldn’t go back to sleep.

At one point, the raven stirred, flapping its wings a bit. Geno hushed it, gently stroking its feathers until it had gone back to a peaceful slumber.

It would have been a totally peaceful night if it hadn’t been for the bird on Geno’s shoulder. It would keep stirring, occasionally waking up. Geno felt bad for the raven.

When it was finally morning and the raven was also awake, Geno got up off the couch, holding the raven so that it didn’t fall off his shoulder. He walked over to the kitchen and made a few pieces of buttered toast, tearing off a bit for the bird and removing it from his shoulder, sitting it onto the table.

Geno sat down as well, watching the raven eat as he did. It was quite adorable, if he said so himself. Maybe the next few weeks wouldn’t be so bad.

Until the raven walked over to Geno and stole a piece of his toast.

“Hey! That’s mine!” he shouted, annoyed at the bird. The raven completely ignored it and ate the toast. The neighbors knew that odd noises coming from his house were normal, but he assumed that they might be a bit more concerned for the next few weeks. Yelling at a bird, they’ll probably think he’s gone insane.

Geno grumbled and went back into a kitchen, coming out with a cookie. “Oh, I’m so sad that I don’t have my toast, now I have to eat this cookie instead,” Geno said, mock sad. The raven looked at him, dropped the partly eaten toast, and walked over to Geno, a pleading look on its face.

“Oh, I guess I’ll just have to eat this cookie. Too bad that it’s the last one. Maybe if you eat your toast I’ll give it to you.” It most definitely was not the last one, he was lying. He might give the raven that cookie, but no promises were made.

The raven quickly hopped back over and ate the toast, looking up at Geno again. He smirked then took a bite out of the cookie. The raven looked defeated.

Geno laughed. “This is why you pay attention. I said maybe. I’ll give you one later,” he said, rubbing his phalange on the bird’s head. It leaned in, almost like a cat would.

Geno put his hand out for the raven to climb onto, and walked over to his desk once it did so. He sat it down on the clearest area he could find, picking up a pen and looking down at the paper. Blank and empty. He would probably stare at it for the next few hours and write down a couple words if he was lucky. Poetry could be hard without inspiration.

Instead of writing, he ended up watching the raven, making a drawing of it instead. He may not have been the best at drawing, but it looked decent. And the raven seemed to approve of it, as it sat on the drawing and didn’t get back up for a while.

“Like it? It’s you,” Geno said, looking at the bird. Maybe it really did notice that it had been drawn. Or maybe it sat on the drawing because it felt like being annoying.

The day passed like any normal day, except the raven was there and a mild inconvenience sometimes. It was nice to have the company, even if it was annoying company. And it made work both easier and harder. Something that could distract him and give him a slight boost of motivation.

Nights were longer, and seemed odd while the raven was around. Sometimes the would find something different than went he went to sleep, like the TV off, or another cup by the sink; things that you might have done, but are so small and insignificant that you could forget it. And sometimes he saw a figure in the shadows at night, tall enough to be a person, but not quite a normal person if the silhouette said anything. It could be a hallucination, weirder things had happened.

And the days just kept going. The raven kept Geno company as he worked on his poems, being an annoying little bird when it felt like it. Until three weeks had passed, and Geno decided that its wing had healed.

Carefully, Geno unwrapped the raven’s wing. He took it outside and gave it free reign in the air, but it didn’t go anywhere for a moment, standing in the yard.

“Bye, you silly bird. It’s time for you to go. You can’t stay here,” Geno said, looking down at the raven. It took another look at him, then the sky, and flew off. Geno had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time he saw it.

The rest of the day seemed bland. Boring. Like something was missing. It just didn’t feel quite right without the raven there, annoying him, keeping him company. He slept well that night, but it was a deep, dreamless sleep.

There was a piece of paper and a feather on the nightstand when Geno woke up the next morning.

“Thank you -Reaps”

Geno wasn’t sure who Reaps was. Maybe the bird’s owner, and since it obviously knew where Geno lived, the owner had it bring this back to his house.

As Geno ate his breakfast, he longingly stared out the window into the sky, hoping for something to come.

[smollandtoll]

HC: Scripted Documentary

STOP! CHECK OUT THESE GIFS FIRST 

These gifs give us all the feels, all the super soft Geno is the new guy at the government office job feels. It’s in the way the camera moves in that first gif, very parks & rec or the office, very scripted docuseries.

So here we are imagining some governmental office show shenanigans with Sid and Tanger and Flower and Duper trying to get a suburb approved, or a school or something, LET’S GET REAL probably an ice rink and and Geno is the wildlife and ecological impact consultant brought in to assist the project.

It’s usually just tons of boring paperwork and random occasionally dramatic or frivolous projects and petty office drama and occasional panicky dealing with the public. It’s boring work usually, but Sid is a committed and devoted leader and believes in the system of bureaucracy even when he’s thwarted by various nemesi.

Anyway, Geno shows up on the first day of this new contract looking like that and all the french canadians in their ties and dress shirts immediately turn to watch Sid blush. It is so apparent that he is Sid’s Type™ like...Sid might have based the type ON this guy he is hitting the nail so hard on the head.

“Am in right place?” He’d ask earnestly, eyes sliding over each of them questioningly, voice deep and accented. Duper and Tanger probably take point, ushering him in and ousting Flower from his seat immediately to set G down right next to Sid.

So with their fearless leader somewhat distracted by Geno's arms in that sweater, their round table discussion goes off track like immediately.

Geno is just giving so much side-eye at their weird and borderline intrusive questions. He expected a bit of inquiry as to his credentials, and maybe interests but:

"Why you need know I'm want kids?"

Sid abruptly realizing what's happened to their round table while he was spacing out - imagining peeling Geno out of various thermal fleeces and underarmour layers like a present just for him -  and being SO COMPLETELY MORTIFIED. His friends couldn’t be professional if it came up and french kissed them.

"So sorry Mr. Malkin my colleagues have never been outside." He’d recover the meeting and get it back on track, luckily Geno isn’t too irreparably weirded out...maybe.

And he isn’t, he eventually just like settles into the staff and continues to be tall and beautiful and wear very clingy soft sweaters that make Sid walk into door frames.

(They all razz Sid that he definitely heard like music playing in his head and everything went slomo when Geno walked in the first time and Sid DENYING IT SO HARD JUST BEING SO FED UP WITH THEM. //JUMP CUT BACK TO SID'S TALKING HEAD: ....it was Taylor Swift)

But they discover he also has kind of a hilarious mean streak and he’s an absolute card shark at thursday lunch poker. He’s got a giant soft spot for puppies and kittens and baby animals of all shapes and sizes - they discovered this one bleak and stressful week a blustery February where the higher ups thought it would be a good initiative to give them some office stress relief puppies.

Anyway, there’s definitely a few seasons of Sid pining, Geno and him becoming good friends only to find out Geno is dating someone that he brings to the office christmas party or something. And she’s probably super nice and reasonable and beautiful and funny.

Sid is like KIND OF GUTTED ABOUT IT, and doesn’t fess up to getting Geno this insanely wicked secret santa gift - like a pen’s massage chair that blew the office secret santa budget out of the water or something.

So anyway, probably Sid works really hard on getting over Geno, and even starts dating like a wonderful dude who’s idk a high school football coach or something, very boy next door, very sweet and handsome and thinks Sid is just ADORABLE.

And there’s probably a lot of Geno talking heads about how much he hates that guy.

And a lot of Flower and Duper and Tanger talking heads where they just sit there and silently stare at the camera like ...what the fuck did we find ourselves in the middle of. The UST is STIFLING.

Then there’s probably the episode where like they have a business trip to go on and present their findings and Sid and Geno end up in a layover in the middle of the night in like denver or some shit, throwing popcorn at each others mouths from across the isles and Sid is like:

“You know what’s funny?”

“Hm?”

“I used to have the biggest crush on you.”

“Sid?”

“Yeah it was really embarrassing, I’d walk into doors and stuff when you wore tight sweaters.”

“Very clumsy when first meet. Thought you just get better.”

“Nah, just got used to you I think.”

“Not crush any more?”

“Nah, I mean, I had to get over it, we work together, and no way in a million years would someone like you want to date someone like me.”  but before Geno can question him what that means there’s probably an announcement that distracts them and then Sid goes to the washroom and Geno gets an annoying text from Ovechkin and it’s forgotten until much later when they’re tiding up after a town hall one night and it’s clear that it’s just STRUCK Geno how beautiful and funny and amazing Sid is.

And then he’s being picked up by his boyfriend and Geno is GUTTED.

Geno is not good at being subtle, he pines as well, but on a level that CONCERNS the French Canadians who take him out and get him drunk and get the whole story about how he’s just realizing now that Sid is perfect and wants kids and would run with their dog.

Sid and the boyfriend meanwhile amicably break up because he’s been asked to coach at a higher level than high school, college I guess which is a big deal, and he needs to move, but it’s an important move for his job. He asks Sid to come with him and Sid seriously considers it for a little while, but he knows his job and his family through the job is too important to him, so they amicably break up, and because Sid isn’t very heart broken about it he doesn’t really act any different or see reason to mention it really.

Cue a lot of flirty shit happening between them that neither of them chalks up to meaning anything because Sid is “in a relationship” and Geno is “very uninterested” and the FCs LOSING THEIR MINDS OVER. At this point they are really rooting for them and don’t want to meddle - which goes against Flower’s very nature however so he definitely locks them into a utility closet together for a whole episode.

They get hangry, tempers flare, Geno kicks the door, Sid spills an entire bottle of lysol cleaner on his pants, they sit shoulder to shoulder and talk it all out and right as they’re about to kiss probably Phil opens the door looking for some toner.

Sid likely ducks out to immediately pee and like try to wash the cleaner out of his now RUINED pants and like mutter to himself in the mirror about what the fuck are you doing Crosby. He’s your best friend.

But Geno is probably definitely watching him from the door and just says “That’s best reason we should.” and then sweeps Sid into the kiss they should have had right from the beginning. And it’s all sparkles and fireworks and it’s in a grody men’s bathroom.

fin.

[artssleepy]

The "spending recess inside because they have a sensitivity to light" duo (Geno and Mel's friendship)

These two I adore so much. They spend their time together reading or drawing together and some times Reuben joins them. Since Smoll doesn't have friends besides Geno, they spend most of their time close to him. If he expresses discomfort they'll try keeping their distance a little bit but then again they get stressed out when they're alone so they try to be NOT too far. The reason they spend so much time inside us that they're almost blind from one of their eye and it's really sensitive to light. They some time spend Saturdays watching Geno playing Minecraft while drawing and some times they eat cookies and "talk" about super heros or how tall the older people are, trying to understand why like it's a mystery of life. Overall they're really cute to see together and I really love roleplaying with them!

Bonus: roleplay bits

[tysonbaerrie]

hockey fic recs

An anon asked for my favorite hockey fic a while back, and I got so distracted re-reading my faves that it took longer than I planned. Also, I just hit 300 followers, so this seemed like a perfect time post some of my favorite fics in this crazy hockey fandom that I adore. 

GEN

Dry Spell by @marmolita -  Five times people failed to break Tyler's goal-scoring curse and one time they succeeded.

I absolutely love this fic, if only because every time I see Sebastian Aho now I think about how he’s a magical elf. 

JAMIE BENN/TYLER SEGUIN

Jump Into That Water by @greymichaela - You are not your biology. Tyler’s mother had told him that so many times growing up. When he told her he wanted to play hockey but was afraid to go up against so many alphas.You are not your biology. When an alpha triggered his heat during a scrum and Tyler had to be carried off the ice, fever already burning up his bones.You are not your biology. Tyler wishes he could believe her.

I love the A/B/O dynamics at play here, and Tyler’s characterization is spot on. One of the first A/B/O fics I read and I still think about it on the regular. 

Silence by @kwriteshockey -  Jamie and Tyler hook up. They know it's a bad idea. They can't stop.

I think this is the first fic of Kira’s that I got a sneak peek of and I couldn’t stop thinking about it until she posted the full fic. There’s longing and emotions and pining and basically all of my favorite things in one fic. 

Assist by hatrickane -  Tyler has gone so long without touching an alpha that it's starting to have a negative effect on him. Good thing Jamie is always willing to help him out.

Literally the first A/B/O fic I ever read and still one of my favorites. 

SIDNEY CROSBY/EVGENI MALKIN

a thrill that I have never known by Mellow_Yellow - Sidney always knew his family would pick who he ended up with. It was how things were done, and no matter what the outside world thought, he'd never questioned it before because it was just the reality: ice was frozen, getting checked against the boards knocked the wind out of you, one day Sid would be matched to someone his parents and the matchmaker and his aunts and uncles and his community thought was the best fit for him. And best of all, Sidney wouldn't have to worry about it. He would just focus on hockey. He'd deal with it one day. Eventually. 'One day' had seemed so much farther away when he was younger.

I wish there were a thousand fics in this AU for all of my favorite pairings. I love the themes, Sid’s characterization, his relationship with his religion, and the evolution of his relationship with Geno. Still my favorite Sidgeno fic and a favorite re-read. 

First Day of My Life by ChibiRHM -  The first girl Sid ever falls in love with is named Rachel Forbes. When he first meets her, she’s four weeks old, pink, and squishy-looking. Objectively, she’s kind of ugly, but she’s so tiny when he sees her in the incubator at NICU, and he’s never seen a baby that small.

I love kidfic and this is good kidfic. How Sid and Geno slowly fall in love and their love of Rachel is just....god, so good. This fic is like a warm blanket. 

SIDNEY CROSBY/TRAVIS KONENCY

(How Do We Fall Apart?) Faster Than a Hairpin Trigger by crookedsilence -  Since presenting at fifteen, Sid has had no interest in finding a mate or bonding. Unfortunately, mind over matter only takes you so far in life, and in the summer of 2016, he finds himself receiving some less-than-encouraging news about his biological needs.

I know, okay? I know but this is so good and it’s the fic that made me decide to claim a Sid/TK prompt for Pucking Rare and the fact that there’s only three fics for this pairing is criminal. 

TRAVIS KONECNY/NOLAN PATRICK

got my eyes on you by Anonymous - Travis lets himself into Kevin’s house with his key and maybe screams a little bit at the sight of the tall, shirtless stranger with a tiny ponytail who’s washing dishes in his kitchen. Said stranger doesn’t even really react, just looks over his shoulder with a flat, unimpressed look. “What are you doing here?” he asks, in a low, rumbly voice.Weird attitude for a burglar to have. Or maybe some kind of crazed fan? He’s pretty big, but Travis thinks he could take him. Maybe. “What am I doing here?” he kind of yells. Sue him, he’s still in shock. “Who the fuck are you?”

My fave quarantine fic I’ve read. This is just so cute and fluffy and just so very TK and Patty. 

TYSON BARRIE/GABRIEL LANDESKOG

I Would Never Leave You In The Dark (gave you the center of my heart) by Bluejay141519 - Tyson flinches. His breathing is shaky but he’s been nothing short of a wreck for the last few days. He can do this. He owes Gabe this.“ He said yes to dating you for real, remember? He said yes once. Give him a reason to say it again .” (Or- Tyson fucks up).

My favorite Landesbarrie fic. Tyson’s an idiot, Gabe is soft, and the whole thing is just everything I look for in a fic. I’ve probably re-read it half a dozen times. 

the light through the windowpane by underwaternow - It still probably wouldn’t have amounted to anything besides Tyson’s own personal suffering if it wasn’t for the game against the Blues a week later. Brayden drops his gloves before the puck even hits the ice, and after an extremely shitty loss Gabe corners Tyson once the media has left the room, as he’s shoving his helmet back into his bag. or, the one where Gabe and Tyson fall in love, break up, Gabe gets married, Tyson falls apart a little, they don't speak to each other for awhile, and then they finally make up. colloquially referred to as “sad fic” but there's very much a happy ending or, the one that's “about” “Gabe and Tyson” but is really Tyson's story

This fic broke my heart and then slowly put it back together again. Through most of the fic, I wasn’t even sure I wanted them to be together, but by the end I was crying into my pillow at 2AM. 

MICHAEL LATTA/TOM WILSON

Salt Year by pukeandcry - Mike will never play hockey again, and he’ll never have the life he had in D.C. with Tom again, and those things were – they were all he wanted. He had exactly what he wanted in life, at least for a short time, right up until an otherwise clean hit against the boards just happened to land in a freakish, nightmare way and shatter his left leg in more places than he can even remember now. His whole life had been stolen away in a matter of seconds. And that’s exactly the kind of thing he can’t think about if he wants to get through the day.

This was recced to me by a friend, and I had never read this pairing before but it absolutely wrecked me. Complicated, messy, but beautiful and it hurts in the best way. 

PATRICK KANE/JONATHAN TOEWS

Trust Fall by trademarkgiggle - Patrick's always thought of himself as a difficult sub. What he doesn't know is that in the hands of the right dom, he'll melt. (Jonny is the right dom.)

So, okay. I really don’t care for Patrick Kane and some of the kinks in this fic are not my thing, but I was recced this by @kkane88 and I though okay let’s give it a shot because I trust her taste without question. I ended up staying up all night at one point because I couldn’t stop reading this and was basically liveblogging my reactions to her as I went along and I feel like that’s how we truly bonded lol. 

Blur by @kwriteshockey -  Patrick's in love with Jonny, but he can't have him. He decides to go home with Kesler. (He doesn't).

SPEAKING OF KIRA (again!), let’s talk about how she made me feel feelings with this gem of a fic. We love possessive jealous Jonny more than anything. 

[sidcrosbybro]

Pittsburgh Penguins 2018/19: Explained

Since we're about to kick off with the playoffs, I figured I'd do an updated silly explanation of the Penguins. So here goes...

Players

Kris "Tanger" Letang - a fashion icon who loves to tweet about how much he loves his team. Incredible two way defenseman. Loves to yell at the refs. It's not Tanger if he's not arguing.

Evgeni "Geno" Malkin - fashion disaster. NHL101. One of the best, if not the best, players in the league but constantly overlooked. Shouldn't be able to skate as gracefully as he does on such long legs. Has the softest hands. Would kill a man for Sidney Crosby.

Sidney "Sid the kid" Crosby - Captain Dad. Takes on rookies like it's his job and ninety percent of the comments from players about him is that he's great at making newbies feel welcome. Has adopted so many sons. Really likes candy. Is already a legend and isn't slowing down. Will probably take over the world at some point. Loves his teammates, especially the rest of the core. Has specially commissioned paintings of him and the boys hanging in his house. President of the Evgeni Malkin fan club.

Jake "Guentz" Guentzel - young but mighty. Really put all his heart into playing and came out from under Sid's wing like a champ. Won't stop scoring. Likes golf. Wrote a book report on Sid once.

Justin "Jultz" Schultz - Also known as Jeff. Amazing defenseman, literally don't know what we'd do without him. Missed a bunch of this season with a broken leg but thank God he came back. Has a fake tooth he just carries around with him for interviews. Best friends with Olli Maatta.

Olli Maatta - for a long time we all thought he was super quiet and shy and then at the 2016/17 cup parade we turned out to be very very wrong. Boy went buckwild and passed out on his own balcony. Soft and fluffy. We love him. Best friends with Justin Schultz.

Brian "Dumo" Dumoulin - looks like your typical frat boy but actually doubles as one of the best/most underrated defensemen in the league and the Ultimate Wine Connoisseur. Loves his wife and his dog more than anything. Team DJ but doesn't know what indie music is.

Matt "Cully" Cullen - (A.K.A Dad) Was with us for a few years, left us for a season and was meant to retire in Minnesota but then came back for 18/19 because he Missed Us Too Much. Not convinced he'll ever stop playing tbh. Has the funniest kids and loves his family.

Phil 'The Thrill' Kessel - ...Is a Stanley Cup Champion. Shy boy who doesn't like cameras. Plays like a God. Really loves his dog, Stella. Super Supportive Brother of Amanda Kessel. We are so blessed to have this man on our team.

Patric "Horny" Hornqvist - resident Swedish Viking. Was part of the iconic duo of Horny and Hags but this season stole that from us. Very shouty and very happy. A net-pest who upsets most goalies in the league. Allergic to wearing clothes.

Bryan "Rusty" Rust - soft boy. Great at breakaways and his job in general. Went through a period of time where empty nets just really weren't working for him to the point it became a team meme. Works really hard and deserves nice things.

Matt "Muzz" Murray - elite!!! Crazy good at his job and is going to be a complete legend one day. Has two giant Newfoundlands who are adorable. Was a mentee to Flower and It Shows. Works with charity a lot and is so humble. We love this boy.

Tristan Jarry - eyebrows!!! Also very good at his job. Sully once had to tell him to be LESS calm because he's so chill. He doesn't even break a sweat making insane saves. Fantastic dude.

Zach Aston-Reese - "ZAR" - looks like he should be in the wilderness chopping wood. Looks AMAZING when he gets into fights. Soft and lovely, works really hard for this team and deserves his place here. Poor boy won't stop getting injured though. Half of the iconic nose & eyebrows squad.

Garrett "Willy" Wilson - other half of the nose and eyebrows squad. Has freckles for days. Captain of WBS and it shows. BIG, looks like he could Kill, but is actually very soft spoken and has a little bit of a lisp. Loves kids and loves Pittsburgh. Deserves only the best.

Dominik "Domino" Simon - people can personally fight me about Dom, I love him. Had a bit of an up and down season but he'll be okay!!! Underrated two way player and trusted by Sully. Looks like a chick that just hatched for Easter.

Chad "Roo" Ruhwedel - used to play roller hockey a lot! We don't see him much but he's a good guy. Works hard and gets along with Sid a lot.

Jack Johnson, A.K.A. "JJ" - was Sid's roommate in school. Has a lot of stories about him he either can't or won't share about him. Had a questionable start but has been really really helpful to the whole team as of late. So big.

Theodore "Teddy" Blueger - somebody please let this boy get some rest. Looks like he has a cold 90% of the time but definitely doesn't play like it. He's going to have an amazing career. Jesus Christ.

Marcus "The Dragon" Pettersson - acquired him from the Ducks this season and it was definitely worth it. He's tall, young and has a play similar to Dumo's. Who knows, maybe in a few years he'll be just as unstoppable as him?

Jared "Canner" McCann - along with Bjuggy, Canner experienced maybe the most stressful move from his old team to the Penguins. Left Florida and showed up for their first game two minutes before the anthem started. Looks a bit like Guentz when he has his helmet on. Insanely good addition to this team, could not be more grateful for him.

Nick "Bjuggy" Bjugstad - like Canner, has been an incredible acquisition. You will hear his name pop up about 100 times a game because he never stops working for it. Just wow.

Erik Gudbranson - Large Man. He can really steamroll them. He's too new for me to know That Much about him but boy can he send opposing players flying.

Zach Trotman - called up from WBS recently. Looks a bit lost sometimes like he's not 100% sure where he is or what he's doing but he's a good guy.

Head & Assistant Coaches

Mike "Sully" Sullivan - Head Coach. Angry Bird. Loves his team, expresses his pride in the guys constantly, but is not afraid to yell. Has a good relationship with his players and makes good decisions most of the time. Unless it's an empty net. He really likes them. The fans wish he didn't.

Mark "Rex" Recchi - Assistant Coach. A kind guy who works hard and backs Sully most of the time. Looks after his players. Top notch dude.

Sergei "Gonch" Gonchar - Assistant Coach. Basically a second father to Geno, housed him when he first came to Pittsburgh. Played with him and Sid for a little while. Is permanently done with the whole team. Absolutely beloved.

Jacques Martin - Assistant Coach. Responsible for 'Jacques Squad' which was an incredible penalty team group the last few seasons.

[nomorelonelydays]

kick your pretty feet up on my dash

Part 1 | Part 2

 -

Two days after the Instagram account opens, Sidney unofficially gets put on naming duty.

 The strawberry shortcake biscuit is named The Taylor.

 The cream cheese-stuffed banana muffins, crusted with dark chocolate ganache, is The Fleury.

 The slice of warm spiced peach cobbler (available for just two weeks), topped with a generous portion of thick, whipped cream and vanilla ice cream, is The Deidre.

 He shares the account password with her, but she seems more interested in digging up her mom’s old recipes from an ancient box filled with yellowed index cards than photographing.

 “I’ll leave that up to you,” she says, then passes him a card titled, ‘Cherry Layer Chocolate Cake.’ “I think I’ll make this for the holidays. What do you think?”

 Deidre makes just one and a half cakes for a trial run (the other half, which had come out lopsided, is sitting in the back of Sidney’s fridge). It’s another instant hit.

 Sidney watches a couple, two teenagers who are making it pretty painfully obvious that they’re on their first date, split a slice in a corner seat. She’s chasing the cherry around the plate with her fork, and he watching her like she hung the literal moon. He laughs a little too hard at her jokes, his eyes crinkling like Geno’s when he’s chirping Sidney. But with the way she’s beaming, it’s clear that she doesn’t mind at all.

 He’s not jealous—or, at least, he doesn’t think he’s jealous. Having hockey and having a boyfriend have always been mutually exclusive. But now, with no obligations to the NHL, he’s supposedly free to do everything that he’s wanted to. He doesn’t dwell too long on it though, because the last thing he needs is to have an existential spiral in Deidre’s store over whether or not he’s missed his his golden hour to be happy the exact minute the Penguins drafted him all those years ago.

 He finishes lettering the card for the cherry chocolate cake and slides ‘The Jack’ neatly into its proper holder.

-

Geno calls him on Thursday nights now, like clockwork. He’s grateful for the routineness of it, especially when he knows how much Geno lives on spontaneity. It’s always the same—updates on how the team is doing (good, the weather over in Pittsburgh (not so good), another dumb prank the rookies are trying to pull (hilarious, but slightly unoriginal with the shaving cream), even though it’ll never be as good as the ones Flower used to plan.

 “How are you?” Geno asks one night, while Sidney is puttering around the kitchen to figure out what he wants to make for dinner. “Your tomatoes grow?”

 “I think those are a goner,” Sidney grimaces. The entire plant had shriveled up weeks ago, despite Sidney faithfully watering them. “Guess I’ll just have to stick with the storebought ones.”

 Geno is silent for a bit. Then, “Is quiet in locker room without you.”

 Sidney pauses. “I doubt that’s true.” There’s plenty of rookies every year, eager to prove themselves on the ice and to establish themselves as a personality on the team. Besides, Sidney has never been the life of the party—that’s always been Geno himself.

 “No, is quieter.” Geno sounds like he’s swallowing a yawn. “Different without you.”

 Sidney’s heart flounders, and he has to blink a couple of times before his throat unclogs. “Maybe you should get to sleep. It’s pretty late over there.”

 “No, I’m not tired,” Geno mumbles, sounding very drowsy. Sidney can almost picture Geno, hair-mussed and sleepy eyes about to close as he curls up on his mattress. “Want to keep talking.”

 “I know you have practice tomorrow, G,” Sidney says. “You have the C now, you can’t get there two hours late anymore.”

 “I’m never late,” Geno huffs. “You too early.”

 “Get some rest,” Sidney says gently. “I’ll still be here next week, same as usual.”

 “Maybe I call tomorrow.’

 “I won’t go anywhere.”

 “Wish you still here, Sid,” he murmurs. “Miss you so bad, some days.”

 Sidney doesn’t miss a beat. “I miss you, too,” he whispers, because any louder and he knows his voice will crack. “I’ll be here tomorrow. And the day after, if you still want to call.”

 “Okay,” Geno says. “Okay.”

 -

 Sidney’s restocking the brioche rolls when Deidre’s voice casually pipes up from the coffee machine, “You have a secret admirer, you know.”

 “I know. It’s Samantha. PTA President,” Sidney says, trying to not sound exasperated. He only knows her name and title because she must’ve giggled it at him as a greeting every single time she’s marched in. “She asked me what the main ingredient was in the banana muffins and I told her banana like, three times.”

 “She just likes to hear you say banana. And no, it’s not Sam.” Deidre makes a come hither motion with her hands and slides a napkin towards Sidney. “Yesterday afternoon, there was a young man, maybe around his 30s, who stopped by for a latte and he asked where you were.”

 “Oh.” There’s something he can’t name fluttering in his stomach. The words on the napkin scrawled out, Jeremy, and a string of numbers. “What did you say?”

 “I told him, ‘He’s a cute one, isn’t he? He’s the store eye candy, bringing in all the sales.’”

 “Dee, you didn’t.”

 “I did, and he went full red. It was adorable. And I told him that you pop in in the mornings and in the afternoon to help with opening and closing.” She leans forward, grinning. “I’m just saying, think about it.”

 He thinks about it.

 At night, he tells Geno, “I think I have a secret admirer. Or a stalker.”

 Geno’s voice suddenly becomes infinitely more awake. “Have what? Someone stand outside your house? I read about this before, you need call police.”

 “No, it was at the bakery. I got his number on a napkin. Well, the owner gave me his name on a napkin, so I don’t really know what he looks like. He could be 100. People in this town are usually…around that age range.”

 Geno still sounds perplexed. “So say no.”

 “What?”

 “Say sorry, only go on dates with girls. But thank you.”

 Sidney’s brain feels like it’s stuttering to a pause. “Geno, what the fuck?”

 “What?”

 “I don’t ‘only go on dates with girls.’ I—” Well, to be quite fair, he hasn’t gone on any dates at all. “You know this.”

 It takes a full ten seconds for Geno to crackled back to life on the line again. His voice is hesitant. “You only bring girls to events. Like Halloween, or—”

 “They’re my friends, I’ve told you. I’m not going to bring a guy in front of you guys,” he exclaims, then reigns in his voice. His heart is beating like a jackhammer boring straight through. “Hey, listen, I have a pretty early day tomorrow, I’ll talk to you next week, okay?”

 “Sid, wait—”

 He hangs up and puts his phone face down on the nightstand. It’s not his proudest moment.

 -

 I’m sorry(((, the text reads. The timestamp indicates that the message had been sent at 2 AM. You should go on a date with secret guy. Maybe he’s secret Ryan Reynolds.

 Geno’s texts are never longer than five words, usually cryptic versions of a yes or no, accompanied by eyeless smilies. Sidney wonders if he’d been painstakingly worrying over each word since Sidney hastily ended the conversation.

 I don’t think he’s Ryan Reynolds, Sidney sends back. Besides, no one in this town knows hockey. That’s gonna be a problem.

 Geno’s reply is instantaneous, as if he’d been waiting.

 Picky)))))

More messages follow in quick succession, before Sidney can even start typing. 

But always best for u. Deserve the best only.

 He laces up his shoes and heads to Dee’s.

 -

 It snows a little mid-December.

 He helps Deidre with the decorations, hanging up tinsel and little snowflake cutouts on the window. She has a box of Christmas lights stored away in a dusty box from the attic, which definitely looks like they haven’t been disturbed since the 80s, but the one of the bulbs dies with a sad fizz the moment Sidney plugs it in. So they have to make do with the other nonflammable options.

 The store looks nice. ‘Well-loved’ is a better word for it, with its mismatched decorations and ancient garlands. He snaps a photo of the mini tree on the counter for Instagram before he goes to help Deidre frost the rest of the ornament-shaped sugar cookies.

 There’s commotion on the streets from all the tourists and families coming back for the holidays. He thinks about flying to Nova Scotia for the holidays, but then he realizes that none of Deidre’s children will be coming to Cardwell Point.

 “They’re busy,” she shrugs indifferently, but she turns her back to Sidney as she busies herself with rearranging the shelfs. “It’s alright. That’s what Skype is for, right? Besides, I have to watch the store.”

 He thinks about Geno, who’s probably headed to Florida soon to escape the onslaught of winter chill that he absolutely abhors, no matter how much he loves the city. He could Skype Geno, or Facetime him. Except Geno would always have the angle wrong, and Sidney’s sure he’d just get an on-brand mugshot of Geno’s nostril from the bottom up for the whole conversation. 

He did ask Sidney if he wanted to go to Florida, except the way he had asked had felt like a given tagged with a question mark at the end (Florida w me this year?). Nonetheless, Sidney had been tempted.

 But he also wonders if he’d feel even more homesick when Geno is physically standing in front of him again, all tall and loud and too big, too much, too many years of his unrequited love staring at him and making Sidney think that he has a chance. He doesn’t want to go to Florida to watch Geno pick up strangers at a club.

 “I’m not going anywhere, either,” he tells her.

 She looks over, finally, pursing her lips like she’s trying to hold back her smile.

 @DeesBakeryandCafe

Season’s greetings and a happy New Year to our wonderful customers and families here in Cardwell Point. Hope everyone is spending time with their loved ones this holiday season.

-

 Winter refuses to go. The clouds hang over the streets stubbornly, and each days trudges on like it’s dragging its feet.

 He misses skating.

 He misses Geno. Especially as it gets closer to February and teenagers and adults alike start coming to the shop in twos, their gloved hands clasped together as they squeeze through Dee’s tiny corridor when it’s really much easier to be in a single-file line.

 He’s not jealous. He is not.

 But he is lonely. And really fucking cold.

 He serves up at least thirty slices of The Jack, which is apparently the most popular item these days thanks to Instagram. Deidre switches up the decoration, so the cherry-glazed design in the middle forms a big, gaudy heart. The Internet completely eats up. Sidney doesn’t understand it.

 “It’s like a Titanic reference, right?” a customer asks, as he picks up the cake for his wife. “Like, an ‘I’ll never let you go,’ kind of thing. Jack and Rose?”

 “Sure,” Sidney says. It’s really for his first childhood crush, but he can work with the Titanic.

 The moment Deidre fills her last custom order of The Jack (and there had been plenty of those, for anniversaries to birthdays to just becauses), she tells Sidney that she’s figured out how to make her mother’s cheesecake.

 “Finally worked out how to stop the goddamn filling from clotting,” she says, cutting him a slice. The cake has a brownie bottom, and the inside is perfectly creamy and smooth and dotted with dark chocolate chips. “What do you think?”

 “I’m biased,” Sidney says, trying to not scarf down the whole thing like an animal. “I love cheesecakes. This one is my favorite so far.”

 “Good,” she tells him. “You can name this one, then.”

 His fork stops mid-air. “Weren’t you going to call it ‘The Lily’?”

 She pats his arm affectionately, not unlike the day she did when Sidney told her why he ended up at Cardwell Point. “I figured she wouldn’t mind. This can be our second February special. God, I’m sick of The Jack.”

 The next week, Sidney carefully slides The Geno in its display cabinet.

 (Deidre doesn’t ask about the peculiar name. She never does, and Sidney is grateful.)

 After over a decade in the NHL, he’s well aware of what he can and can’t have. But lately he’s been feeling selfish. He snaps a photo of the cheesecake and sends it to Deidre.

It’s a good photo.

-

 “I got invited to a neighborhood potluck yesterday,” Sidney mumbles into the receiver, when Flower asks him how retirement is treating him. “I don’t know what to bring. Maybe I’ll bring something from the bakery.”

 “Do you officially work at the bakery or are you just there because the owner is blackmailing you? Does she know who you are?”

 “I just help out when I can. And no, I told you, it’s not a hockey town. They do have competitive knitting here. It’s a thing.” Sidney doesn’t have much to do these days, aside from working out and catching up on reading, which means that he does end up doing most of the latter in the café. Maybe he should take up competitive knitting. “I started an Instagram for her shop. We just hit 200 followers.”

 “You know how to do that?” Flower asks, because he’s a little shit. “I’m kidding, I know you’re not actually a senior citizen.”

 Sidney rolls his eyes. “I haven’t checked it in a while though. I let Deidre handle the posting now. It’s her shop, anyways.”

 “What’s the handle?”

 He tells him. Flower is quiet for a bit as he searches through the page. “Pretty cool, eh?”

 “Yeah,” Flower says, his voice slightly off. “Yeah, it’s—it’s good. Looks like the real deal.”

 “What’s that supposed to mean? Of course it’s the real deal.”

 Flower makes a noncommittal noise. “Nothing. Cheesecake looks good. Does Geno know?”

 “No,” Sidney says. “I mentioned the bakery once or twice. He didn’t ask. Not, uh—not after I told him about Jeremy.”

 “Secret napkin man?” Flower remembers. “You didn’t go on that date?”

 “No, I didn’t go on a date with ‘secret napkin man,’” he mimics. “I don’t think he’d care.”

 “I think he’d care.” Flower always sounds so sure when he wants to be serious, and it’s one of the things Sidney missed most when he left for Vegas—there’d been a metaphorical hollow within the team for a good few months following his departure, and that void never quite got replaced no matter what.  

 “Maybe.”

 Sidney can only hope. But he’s a little too old for hoping these days.

 -

 Foot traffic is slower when they hit March, but Deidre promises that it’ll pick up when Cardwell Point’s 11th Annual Theater Festival starts in the middle of the month, because that’s apparently the other big thing aside from the 4th of July Carnival Bash. Sidney has just packed up another dozen of red velvet cupcakes for Samantha the PTA Queen when the front bell jingles.

 “Hello? I’m look for—”

 Sidney heart leaps to his throat.

 “Sid,” Geno says softly. He looks like the wind knocked him in (it probably had), mismatched Frakenshirts and all. “Hi, Sid.”

 Samantha may as well not have even walked into the store at all.

 “How are—“ He must be imagining things. But Geno takes another step, until he’s right in front of the counter and Sidney can reach out and touch just how real he is. He hasn’t changed much--still the same eyes, the same nose and lips, and maybe his hair is a bit thinner but he still makes Sidney’s chest feel too small and too big all at once. “Where did you—how are you here?”

 “Fly,” Geno says sheepishly. “Wanted to see you.”

 “What about—”

 “No games until Friday.” He’s staring at Sidney like he’s looking his fill and he can’t get enough. “I—I see your post, and I just—buy ticket.”

 “What post?”

 Geno pulls out his phone and flips through it until he lands at a familiar Instagram account. He passes it over to Sidney, his hands warm as it brushes against Sidney’s fingers.

 @DeesBakeryCafe

‘I love you’ tastes a lot like our chocolate chip cheesecake, The Geno.

 “Oh,” Sidney breathes. “Oh.”

[autism2009]

Quick: to Geno and Dream: To Geno, when you found out Fresh had a girlfriend/met Zapfino, what was your first reaction? To Dream, did you expect Zapfino to be a full foot shorter than Fresh, and what are your theories about what happened to her skull?

Geno: Honestly, it was adorable.Geno: He’s really lucky to have her, y’know?

Dream: Fresh is kinda tall.Dream: Though, I’m short, so that’s not really a fair statement.

Dream: Her skull?Dream: Sorry, I didn’t notice there was something wrong...Dream: Should I have?

Geno: I-(Geno visibly fights the m!a, to no avail.)Geno: Abuse.

Geno: What the heck?

[irlmun]

QUICK I NEED SOMEONE TO TELL ME WHO I SHOULD DRAW NEXT FOR MY OC's! 

*remaining Team MHGY*

 - Mika Hibiki (wild-child, heart of gold, redhed)

 - Kira Hibiki (the tame [usually] twin to Mika- more feminine and demure)

*remaining Team SHLD*

 - Linnaeus Mashiro (looks like Genos, ninja boi; his sister is currently already drawn)

 - Sangria Medvedia (looks like a heavy-weight champion, pixie-girl; adorably deadly - gay)

 - Dubhan (mysterious, anorexic-looking son of bitch, basically Ban from 'Seven Deadly Sins', real cocky, tall, also gay)

For more info on these lovelies, check out my @rwby-prsm blog!

[regionalcoins]

Romance Headcanons.

NAME: Mario Mario NICKNAME: Bro, Big Bro, Superstar, Murphy, Big Red, Little Red-Cap, Red Man of Mustache, Red ‘Stache, Plumber, Plumber-Boy, Hero, Mister Mustache, Pokey Little Flab-Biscuit, Gonzales, The Great Gonzales, Super Mario, 1-UP Boy GENDER: Cis Male ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic Demisexual PREFERRED PET NAMES: Mario doesn’t necessarily have a preferred pet name, as any pet name is enough to fluster him. However, he is a bit partial to “darling”, “sweetie” and “sweetheart”. Italian pet names are also very powerful in being able to fluster him. FAVOURITE CANON SHIP(S): Mario is often flirted with by many female characters over the course of the games, but it goes without saying that my favorite canon ship is Mario/Peach. I do also appreciate Mario/Pauline in AUs pertaining to his past. FAVOURITE NON-CANON SHIP(S): Everybody knows by now that I love Mario/Geno. It started as a bit of a secret guilty pleasure ship, but thanks to a certain bunny (cough, @sternenteile, cough), I’m more open and shameless about it. OPINION ON TRUE LOVE: Mario wholeheartedly believes in true love. No matter how it manifests, he thinks there’s love in anything, whether it be romantic, platonic, or just the goodness in your heart. Let it never be said that he isn’t a hopeless romantic. OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: He believes very much in love as first sight considering that’s how he fell for both Pauline and Princess Peach. However, this isn’t to say he’ll fall in love just based on looks; they speed up the process, sure, but in order to fully hook him, you need to be a nice person with a pleasant personality. HOW ‘ROMANTIC’ ARE THEY?: When in a relationship, Mario is the textbook definition of romantic. He’ll do everything he can to spoil you; pet names, affection, random unexpected acts of kindness, gifts, fancy outings, and so on. He isn’t above fighting the world for his love and he’ll always let you know just how much you mean to him. IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: As stated before, he is often drawn to looks, but once he gets to know the person behind them, looks no longer concern him. That being said, he adores big pretty eyes, long hair, and folks who are taller than him. IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: When it comes to preference in personality traits, Mario tends to fluctuate. His #1 preference is “be a nice, kind person”, but that’s to be expected of somebody with a strong moral compass such as Mario. Other personality traits he often falls for, however, are generosity, zest for life, confidence, a passion for fun, and although he hates to admit it simply because he’s a lil too proud and unwilling to burden others, he appreciates a lil bit of concern and restriction.  UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Poor hygiene. He doesn’t judge on “””ugly””” looks because that isn’t his business. UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: He greatly dislikes when folks are rude, hateful, spiteful, tone deaf, and so on. As said before, Mario has a strong moral compass and expects it to be matched in some way, with sour personality traits such as the aforementioned falling way below his sense of fairness. IDEAL DATE: Anything is the ideal date so long as he’s with his significant other. It could range from sitting at home enjoying lunch, or being out on the town splurging for all the latest fashion and knickknacks. If it’s up to him, however, he’ll go out of his way to spoil his loved one with clothes, jewelry if they enjoy it, big dinners and flowers. For all the years he’s been adventuring, he’s racked up a fair amount of coins that would allow him to spoil his S/O to the highest extent. If said S/O prefers a less flashy, more down-to-earth kind of date, he’ll do things such as cook you homemade Italian cuisine, and buy you cute lil things like plushies and flowers. He’ll also purchase movies for the both of you to enjoy. DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?: It’s been shown in canon that he seems to have a thing for tall folks in places of power. Pauline and Peach greatly tower over him, and both are in societal places of power; a bustling town’s mayor and a large kingdom’s royal monarch, respectively. However, this often extends into his love of confidence. AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH: Mario has only been in one official relationship and it lasted for about two and a half years. The break-up was mutual and amicable, reason being Pauline became busy with running for New Donk City mayor and lost her romantic feelings for Mario along the way. In my headcanon, Pauline realized she didn’t feel romantic feelings for Mario anymore because she found out she was a lesbian, but I’ve left this part open-ended in my muse backstory so that any and all Pauline partners that crop up can spin their own take on interactions. Whether or not she’s a lesbian depends on the whim of the partner. That being said, Mario didn’t feel any hard feelings about the breakup, and he is still friends with Pauline today. PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: Anything and everything; kissing, hugging, hand-holding, nuzzling, sleeping together, cuddling, playing together, sharing, etc.  COMMITMENT LEVEL: Mario is deathly loyal. It’s no secret that he’d die a million deaths for the person he loves, whether that love be romantic or platonic. When in a relationship, he’s committed ‘til the end. He’d never hurt you and he’d never play with your emotions. He would sooner die than do such things, and that’s saying something because he’d also take a whole magazine of bullets for you if it assured your happiness. PAST RELATIONSHIPS?: One, with Pauline.

Tagged by:  @ghostbustingreen, thanks bro!!!! Tagging: YOU!

[cosmcther]

     Tall 6′11″ form certainly made for a nice flag to reconvene around throughout the crowd, beacon picking out her friends individually. Geno’s hand was snagged, swinging him around to her side and bouncing happily, child-like excitedly surging through her. Fox was next to her from the get-go, making sure he stayed close by as the crowd passed. The bright green of Luigi’s tall figure huddled up to Mario was an easy find, too. All she had to do now was find short stuff.

     “--There you are!” Echoed giggles spread out far once Kirby was a sudden captive of her grasp, lifted up and utterly plastered with kisses, eventually set down with a straightening of his adorable cap. “So, where does everyone want to go? Do we have everyone, first of all? No stragglers, right? Well, I say we head down to Sirena Beach’s Delfino Hotel to drop our luggage off first. From there, we take a pick for where we’re headed!”

@sternenteile @lylxt @greendreambro @regionalcoins @puffywarrior

[hazel3017]

In the Married in Vegas fic, is Sid's last marriage supposed to be to Geno? I know you mostly do SidGeno so I assume it's him but he's sleeping in his room right after Ovi and Sids wedding night. Like how did he end up there in the first place? Sorry i just can;t get it out of my head.

Geno was a witness for the first wedding, and he got roaring drunk and went off...somewhere, but because Sid is his homing beacon, he found his way back to Sid and Ovi’s hotel room at some point during the night and wouldn’t stop knocking at their door until they let him in.

(Alex would have left him out there if it wasn’t for Sidney’s large, hazel eyes and his adorable pout as he said, “But it’s Geno. We can’t just leave him out there.” And, well. Alex will do a great many things to see Sidney smile, and this is far from a hardship.)

But since you brought it up, here’s part 3! Follows 1 & 2.

*3: Kevin Fuller*

The third time he gets married, Sidney has been divorced for a full year. He’s not drunk this time, but not exactly in his right mind either.

Emotionally compromised is what he’ll admit to later.

Sidney has been in constant pain for more than half a year, been off the ice for almost as long, and has finally resigned himself to the idea that he might never play hockey again.

The concussion is all he thinks about some days, the concussion and when he’ll be back on the ice. If he ever will be.

Other days there is no room for thinking. Only pain.

Meeting Kevin on a good day—when the misery of what his life has become doesn’t feel so overwhelming—is like a breath of fresh air.

Kevin is so far removed from everything hockey that Sidney doesn’t think they’d have much in common if they had met at any other point in Sid’s life. He’s not even sure he’d like Kevin very much—except for the obvious, anyway, because if nothing else, Kevin is exactly Sidney’s type. Tall, broad shouldered. Just a little bit of a jerk.

Besides the attraction, Kevin really isn’t the kind of guy Sidney would usually allow himself to go for.

But they meet in the waiting room of a private practice in Vegas, Sidney a patient and Kevin a doctor, but not Sidney’s doctor, and that makes all the difference.

Because Sidney sees Kevin, is introduced to him and thinks, He’s hot, and instead of letting it remain a passing fancy, something easily ignored, Sidney’s attention is caught—and held.

Kevin is a good few years older than him. Thirty six to Sidney’s twenty four; he knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. What he wants is Sidney, and Sid, well, he likes the attention, likes having something that is good and happy that he can focus on besides the chronic pain and the on-and-off-again vertigo.

When Kevin proposes after nineteen days of a whirlwind romance, he explains that he is ready to settle down, that we wants to start a family soon, and that he’d be willing to relocate to Pittsburgh if Sid ever recovers enough to resume playing hockey, but otherwise he would like for them to settle in Vegas.

It’s not until after the wedding—a proper one, with guests and a minister and the exchanging of rings—that Sidney finds out soon means now and willing to relocate means maybe.

The relocation issue would have been more of a problem if Sid hadn’t been injured again; he takes another elbow to the head in just his eight game back since returning from the concussion, and Sidney knows even before he’s made it off the ice that it’s bad.

And it is. He’s out again, first a couple of games as a precaution, but then indefinitely, and Sidney finds himself back in Vegas at the private practice with his husband working in the office three doors down.

Kevin worries for his health constantly, but he’s happy that Sidney is back with him, that he’s not in Pittsburgh playing, and Sidney isn’t, can’t, ever be happy about that, and that’s when the fighting starts.

They have a ceasefire through Christmas and New Year’s, spending the holidays with Sidney’s family back in Cole Harbour, but as they return to Vegas in January, and January becomes February and Sidney still isn’t recovering, the fighting gets worse.

By the time Sidney is finally, miraculously, cleared to play in March, they’ve stopped speaking, and Kevin is noticeably absent from Sid’s (second) first game back. He shows up only at a few games through what’s left of the season, and none at all for the playoffs, the six games they play before the Flyers eliminate them.

Trouble In Paradise? one paper wonders, and while it makes him grit his teeth, Sidney can’t actually deny that, even with the excuse of Kevin commuting from Vegas, of the practice that takes up so much of his time. It’s what Sidney reminds the reporters that clamour for a sound bite, but he can’t bring himself to keep up the farce to the people who matter. He doesn’t want to, anyway.

Even when his friends and family constantly try to butt into his relationship.

But.

“Isn’t right, Sid,” Geno says, once, and Geno never gets involved in Sidney’s relationships, practically the only one who doesn’t have some kind of comment about the boys Sidney bring home (about the men he marries). Geno has always been content to let Sid figure things out for himself, but he’s chosen to speak up now, so Sidney takes his words to heart.

It isn’t right, and it hasn’t been for months. Kevin won’t move from Vegas and Sidney won’t give up hockey. He knows that now.

“You can’t keep doing this, kiddo,” his dad says when Sidney signs the divorce papers. “I want you to be happy, but this isn’t healthy; you can’t keep getting married and divorced over and over again.”

“I am happy,” Sidney insists, and then, “was,” he corrects at his dad’s knowing stare.

Sidney might not have been at the best place emotionally when he started seeing Kevin, but he had been happy—or as happy he could have been at that point in his life: a state of constant ache and the future of his career in limbo.

(In retrospect, Sidney probably shouldn’t have accepted Kevin’s proposal in the first place.)

**

Sidney and Kevin were married for nine months. If nothing else, Sid takes comfort in the fact that his marriages seem to last just a little bit longer every time he says I do.

[knifeshoeoreofight]

How about a late night stream-of-consciousness chatfic from last night?

me: reg text

@icosahedonist: bold

There’s a particular path Sid likes to take in the mornings to jog with his dog. It’s quiet and barely used.  And it’s pretty. He likes to go as often as he can, to clear his head. Even in winter. 

... I think Sid is a..............how about a kid's hockey coach? It's not well paid, and there are rumors his program might be cut, and he'd be out of a job. He's stressed out about it.

Geno is a KHL star who retired early. He's got a lot of money but no idea how to have an actual life outside of playing hockey.

He's ended up in wherever-the-fuck Canada because..............

uuhhhhhh

maybe there's some kind of rich people ski resort.

But he's brooding so he ends up walking this trail that ends up winding through a local park.

He need to walk as part of his knee rehab maybe.

He notices the dog first. It's this squat little pitbull mix, goofy looking and cute, and always looking thrilled with life.

One time it lunges for him, tail whipping wildly and tongue lolling, trying to make friends. "Come on, Peanut," the owner chides. "Leave him alone." Geno has to laugh to himself. Peanut. What a name. (If only he knew that the dog's full name was Peanut Butter, and that he'd been named by one of Flower's daughters).

(because he's a brown dog and Uncle Sid likes PB & J, of course!)

And one day he hears the same guy calling and calling his dog, but this time it's loud and anxious, interspersed with piercing whistles and beseeching "Here, boy!"s

oh no

He jogs a little, turns a corner and there's the guy, hands cupped to his mouth, calling.

"Lose dog?" Geno offers. the guy turns to him, frantic. "Yeah, there was a squirrel, and we've been working on this in obedience class?? But he bolted, and I--" the man's breath hitches. Geno is quick to offer to head the other direction down the trail and help look.

He's a ways down the trail when he practically runs into Peanut, who is jogging down the trail looking bewildered because his dad? was just right there? but now he's not??? !!!!!!!!

Geno calls his name and Peanut happily lollops up to him, grinning and excited.

(a friend!)

He grabs him by the collar and quickly walks him down the trail towards Sid. It's hell on his back, Peanut is kind of low to the ground, and he eventually decides to just pick him up, sturdy as he is. Peanut just puts his paws up on Geno's shoulder and peers happily around from his new vantage point, tail bap-bapping violently against Geno's middle.

"Fuck, Peanut, you stupid dog!" Sid cries as Peanut practically mauls Geno as he flails to get back down on the ground and oh boy! Kiss his dad all over! His dad! That's his FAVORITE person!!!!!!!! Geno has to laugh. Sid's scolding is obviously totally out of fearful relief. His (pretty, hazel, luminous, oh no) eyes are red-rimmed and too bright as he clips a leash on his dog and thanks Geno profusely.

Geno really takes a moment to look at Sid for the first time. oh. no. He's....he's got black hair curling out from under a lumpy knitted toque (it was a gift "for Coach," from one of his peewee girls, in their team colors)

knitted with love, no doubt

so much. Coach Crosby is adored.

Anyway this guy has pretty eyes and a prettier mouth and a cute hat and a cute dog and Geno can just feel the flock of butterflies take up residence in his stomach.

he walks back with Sid to his car, even though the park's parking lot is in the complete opposite direction of the resort. His knee is beginning to ache a bit and he knows the slog back will be murder, but. Sid.

He's asking Sid about himself, trying to remember how to be charming, how he chatted up beautiful people all the time in clubs and bars before he got hurt. Before he left Russia and the KHL behind.

Meanwhile Sid is about 70% sheer relief that Peanut has been corralled and about 30% oh wow TALL, and oh wow ACCENT.

he noticed Geno wince when he stumbles over a ridge of compacted snow at the edge of the parking lot and it triggers his Coach Senses. Is Geno hurt, what hurts, how long has it been hurting etc etc

Geno is shamefacedly forced to admit that he's rehabbing his knee and he maaaaybe overdid it. this will obviously Not Do as far as Sid is concerned and before he quite knows what happened, Geno is sitting in Sid's beat-up truck, Peanut ensconced between them (thrilled that there's TWO people, his favorite things, in the car, his favorite place, oh boy)

Sid apologizes if the trucks a little funky, he hauls around a lot of hockey gear as well as a wet dog. Oh no, Geno thinks. Hockey. He had really wanted to stay away from hockey.

(why did you go to fucking Canada then, Geno?)

(HMMMM)

oh no, cute guy with cute dog who loves hockey... whatever will geno do???

And he finds out Sid is a hockey COACH, even. Sid gets talking about his kids on the way up, and even though Geno hadn't wanted to hear any hockey talk, the love of the game and his charges just kind of, radiates from Sid. Geno can tell this guy loves what he does. So damn much, He's.....probably amazing with kids.

(fuck)

the answer seems to be fall in love

A couple days later, Geno kind of Accidentally Ends up at the community rink. It's part nervous hope he'll see Sid again, it's partly that the yearning to put on skates and just, fly, never really left him.

He's been okayed for skating months ago. But he hasn't felt ready to face a rink again until now.

The rink is run down, but clearly busy and loved. There are little teeny kiddos with brightly colored figure skating bags in the foyer, putting neon fuzzy soakers on their blades after their lessons. God, their skates are so tiny.

There's a lot of happy yelling coming from the ice, and when he walks through the doors to the rink, after he's recovered from the emotional hit that is the sting of cooled air, the smell of the ice, the rubber flooring, he sees a hockey practice is happening on the ice.

He's not been around little hockey players in a while. He's forgotten how funny tiny kids look in gear. Especially the goalies like little robots in all their pads. And there is Sid on the ice, somehow making a set of trackies look good, gliding gracefully between his miniature players as they wobble through their drills.

Geno climbs into the stands to watch and wait for the public rec session after this. There are a smattering of parents watching.

A nice mom greets him. "Which one's yours?" she asks, and his heart does a funny thing in his chest.

*lies face down*

"Uh, none," he has to admit. "I come for public skate but I come too early." He waggles his beat up pair of rental hockey skates.

The nice mom continues to chat with him, telling him how WONderful Coach Crosby is with the kids, how they just ADORE him.

Geno makes faint noises of acknowledgment and tries not to let both his crush and his dormant love of hockey unfold any further.

she has an active ear, geno gonna get sid's entire life story and every scrap of gossip by the time the kiddos are done

Then, the mom sadly adds, "But, this is probably the last winter we'll have this, you know?"

And then Geno gets to hear that the rink is in disrepair and the town can't afford to repair it to code. It's going to be shut down at the end of the season, with no timeline for it to reopen.

uh oh

Sid's going to lose his job, he realizes. He looks at where he can see Sid as he carefully helps a kid back upright, pulling a kleenex out of his pocket to wipe their tears and snotty nose as he makes sure they're okay, just a little scared from the tumble they took.

He thinks about his untouched millions in the bank. How bleak he'd felt, with nothing to work towards and no need to strive for anything anymore.

Well. This he can do. This is easy.

"Who in charge?" he asks the mom. "Where can I find?"  She blinks but tells him the board of trustees is having a meeting next week.

What a helpful lady.

the helpfulest!

Geno already has his phone out, and is already busy canceling his flight home in two days. He's going to be here a while longer, he thinks.

And scene.

(you can imagine the rest: geno saves the rink, but like, secretly, and he gets to know sid better, and they fall in love, Geno skates again, and finds out how good it feels to get back on the ice. He meets Sid's beer league friends. They definitely at one point kiss in Sid's questionable old truck. Peanut anoints him Best Person Ever After Dad.)

(eventually somehow Sid finds out, there's a dramatic conversation, maybe with snow swirling around them, etc. It's a little angsty but things get resolved and theres a Big Damn Cinematic Kiss.)

hmmmmm but... what if sid knows who geno is, and it doesn't take too much figuring out to know who had the cash to save the rink, and he never says anything bc geno never says anything, and it doesn't seem like he did it just to get into sid's pants (altho that is a bonus for sure)

that too

he just waits for Geno to tell him when he's ready.

Couple years down the line, they're 1. Moved into the gorgeous lodge-style house Geno buys. 2. Engaged, with plans for a December wedding. 3. Looking into adoption.

when geno tells sid about his past, and all the money that geno just "mysteriously" has, it's anticlimatic. sid may be a hockey coach in nowhere, canada, but he's heard of evgeni malkin

He gently kisses Geno's forehead. "I know, babe. It wasn't hard to figure out. I knew you'd tell me when you were ready."

and anyway, he didn't fall in love with geno bc of his money. when geno asks what it was, then, sid smiles beautifically and says, "your ass."

AHAHA yess

(but it was actually his heart, of course)

(bc he's too fond of chirping to let an opportunity go by!)

Geno: "Hm, smart, is best ass."

"Need to lock up." "Lock down?" "Yes, that."