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I’m very curious cause I know most of tumblr uses ao3

Pls pretend 3 says read/write I can’t edit it

I tend to mostly write fics but i occasionally read them

Please reblog so more ppl can answer :)

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second line scores & cellies | DAL @ MTL 02.10.24

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second line giggles

nyr@dal 11.20.23

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ARI @ DAL | March 20, 2024 - Tyler Seguin 1-3

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Try Texas by Larry Fleet.

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everything about this video makes me laugh

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Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) covered by U2

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04/19/22 FLA @ NYI 3 - 2 OT win-

The game shouldn’t have been as close as it was, and Maxim can’t shake the little itch still crawling up over his skin. Even with a roll of his shoulders and a hand run over his face, he can’t believe he couldn’t beat Ilya tonight, knowing he’s never going to hear the end of it. Of course, not from his old friend’s mouth (he’s much too quiet for that). No, just in the little looks, in the little playful, annoying smiles thrown his way Maxim could have read across rooms and ice rinks among seas of confusing faces (exactly like the one he saw all damn night). Although it used to be worse, part of Maxim wonders if he’s ever going to escape the confusing faces.

“Hey.”

Maxim glances up from the spot on the floor he had been boring a hole into at the sound of another little familiar voice, and he’s met with another, increasingly familiar face, one that he has to turn lips up for.

“Hi.”

“Well, that was…” Carter starts, shaking his head as he obviously tries to find words for a moment. With his eyes widening just a bit, and his hand shrugging, he adds, “fucking annoying.”

Max snorts. His teeth catch his lip when that hand rests on his shoulder with a little rub, and he drags himself to his feet. Having witnessed Carter's frustrated and failed attempts to beat Ilya all night too, they're on the same page. They're always on the same page.

“At least, we win.”

“Yeah but,” Carter says, giving a gentle sigh with the way Maxim nudges their temples together and ghosts his hand over his back, “did we? Or were we just lucky witnesses to the Barky show?”

“Absolutely that.”

Maxim gathers his things, and he shouldn’t still be surprised when Carter walks by his side, joining him on the way to the team bus. Yet, this small, slightly innocent part of him just wouldn’t fade no matter how many experiences they shared in this wild run of a season together. They know where the boundaries are, know where the cameras tend to be even, know the media people are cool enough to not post the couple of times they’ve almost been caught anyway (really, how is Maxim supposed to help himself when Carter starts giving him the big eyes anyway?).

“These are the best days, though,” Carter says, pulling Max out of his thoughts, feeling fingers brush against his as they walk side by side, just this side of separated.

Max tilts a brow at him, especially with that hot annoyance still aching in his stomach even if his skin has finally settled. “What days?”

Carter shrugs a little, slowing his pace as their length of hallway to the parking garage where the team bus was waiting for them was shortening rapidly. “These, you know. Getting to play at the same time, seeing you in the locker room, passing you on the bench, trying not to pass out next to you on the bench…”

Maxim comes to a stop, making Carter subconsciously stop next to him while he continues to ramble. He can't stop the way he smiles, tight-lipped but reaching his eyes that couldn’t look anywhere else but at the adorable man in front of him. He really is powerless to the way he just has to take this expressive man with the kind smile wrapped around sweet words and press him into the side step, just out of view, just to get a real kiss in.

The moment Carter returns it with a little sigh and a little smile, he pulls him in flush, crushing that space between them, just for the moment.

If the press were to ask him what the most surprising thing about this year has been, he would have clearly answered the milestone levels of success like every other player on the team. If one of his friends were to ask him personally, well…

“Mum?”

The lilt of his old KHL nickname snaps Maxim back so fast, Carter almost falls into him before catching himself. Maxim’s throat is suddenly full of acid, and everything is tight, knowing he’s been caught.

But he sees a little, gentle, knowing smile. He sees Ilya. And he can breathe again.

“Uh…” Maxim pauses and lets out a huff of a chuckle, trying to think of anything to say, glancing between an increasingly curious Ilya and an awkward Carter. “Hi—”

“This him, yeah?” Ilya asks, always getting right to the point, much to Maxim’s relief.

“Huh?” Carter asks right next to Maxim’s ear, pulling a full smile out on display.

“Yeah,” Max answers, soft and proud with a gentle nod. He glances back at Carter, and he doesn’t know what else to do except shrug his shoulders a little bit in the face of the stupefied expression on his boyfriend’s face.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Ilya extends his hand out to Carter, who takes it a half a beat later in his recovery and finally takes a step back from Maxim at the same time.

“Yeah, yeah, same to you, Man.”

“Was I…interrupting?”

“No—”

“Not at all.”

Both men answer at the same time, stumbling over their words and rubbing their necks, glancing at each other with tiny grins and cheeks flushing.

“Okay, you hungry? I could eat small horse or something.” Ilya shakes his head, pulling out his car keys from his pocket.

Maxim’s mouth opens briefly, then shuts again when he glances back at Carter. When he sees that completely lost but little curious, positive look in his eyes that Maxim always saw, he knows the right answer—the truth.

“Oh yeah, starving.”

“So hungry,” Carter’s quickly, honestly, agreeing, both men following Ilya out to his car instead.

This time, Maxim laces his fingers through Carter’s and doesn’t let go.

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First pre-season game (still wearing Panthers gloves)

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Pre-season practice (still...wearing Panthers gloves 💔)

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04/23/22 TOR @ FLA: The many sides of Maxim Mamin

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03/08/22 FLA @ PIT: Maxim Mamin drops a gift off to Carter Verhaeghe so he can tie his career high in goals (18).

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03/08/22 FLA @ PIT: Maxim Mamin drops a gift off to Carter Verhaeghe so he can tie his career high in goals (18).

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Abba - I’ve Been Waiting For You

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Maxim Mamin 10/31/18 "It is very difficult to break into the base of the NHL club. Every day you need to prove yourself." (×)

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03/09/22 1st star 🌟 Carter Verhaeghe on playing with his repeat primary assister Maxim Mamin.