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Now that the @pensrarepairfest authors have been revealed, I’m excited to share my contribution! The whole collection of great fic can be found here.

Playing Favorites

Pairing: Brian Dumoulin/Tristan Jarry

Rating: T

Tags: Feral goalies, acts of service, food as a love language

After the game, Tristan is glowing, curls framing his face, red lines across his forehead and cheeks from his mask when he accepts the warrior helmet from Kris. His grin is all teeth, sharp but playful, and the helmet is only on his head for a second. Some of his curls stick out once the helmet is off his head again, as though reaching out for it, and when Tristan runs a hand through his hair, it only gets worse.

Brian watches this from his stall, and he thinks.

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Now that the @pensrarepairfest authors have been revealed, I’m excited to share my contribution! The whole collection of great fic can be found here.

Playing Favorites

Pairing: Brian Dumoulin/Tristan Jarry

Rating: T

Tags: Feral goalies, acts of service, food as a love language

After the game, Tristan is glowing, curls framing his face, red lines across his forehead and cheeks from his mask when he accepts the warrior helmet from Kris. His grin is all teeth, sharp but playful, and the helmet is only on his head for a second. Some of his curls stick out once the helmet is off his head again, as though reaching out for it, and when Tristan runs a hand through his hair, it only gets worse.

Brian watches this from his stall, and he thinks.

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If you come to the conclusion that you’re just “projecting your autism” onto your characters please know that I’m tuning into said autism like a beloved radio program.

Haha well I’m glad somebody’s into whatever the hell I’m doing here!

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The 2023 Pens Rarepair Fest is OPEN!!!

Thanks so much to everyone who's participated! There's so many great fics in here, and we're so excited to dive in.

The collection authors will be revealed 12pm EST next Saturday 20th May.

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Since my diagnosis, every time I go to write I have to constantly stop and ask myself, “Am I having this character do x thing because this is how they actually act, or am I projecting my autism onto them?”

Now I have to stop and think, like. Have I ever actually written anything where the characters were “in character”? Is what I think of as “in character” the total opposite of what others see? Have I just been running myself in circles for years with an incorrect understanding of these characters and who they are?

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Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?

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someday i will post this fic and then its all over for you fools. i mean not now. or any time soon. but someday it will happen

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The upside of a short season is I have more time to write… the downside of a short season is I have more time to write.

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We were a little delayed because of life this year (who isn't), but we're finally open for business on YEAR NINE of the Sid/Geno Exchange!

SIGN UP HERE UNTIL APRIL 22

Just as in the previous few years, we're allowing both writers and artists to participate in the exchange so we can get extra awesome goodies from all of our creative pals. Sign up today with some cool prompts and you'll get matched with your very own Secret Gifter who will write or draw something tailor-made to your interests.

Signups Open - April 13th Signups Close - April 23rd Assignments Sent - April 30th Works Due - June 18th at 9pm EST Collection Open - June 25th Creators Revealed - July 2nd

Here is a link to the RULES and the FAQ pages for those who are new or need a refresher. Please let us know if you have any questions via our ask box or email! We're excited to get started and hope y'all have some juicy ideas to share!

���︎ ur mods

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thinking "haha what if i jokingly shipped them" is your last chance to get out btw

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I have been having this discussion with friends now for months and I'm curious as to what everyone else does.

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Sign-ups have closed, and it's time to get writing!

As a reminder, fics are due at 8pm EDT Thursday 11th May. Any concerns, then don't hesitate to drop us an ask. We're so excited to see what everyone produces!

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With the stash and the eyes shadowed by the hat im getting strong cowboy vibes

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hockeynews.se interview 10/29/2017 (feat. a freshly-showered haggy)

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Me: It’s 10 pm, I can’t sleep, and my mind is all over the place. Sounds like the perfect opportunity to write something to wind down.

Also me: No, don’t wanna work on that fic. Nah, that one’s still marinating in my brain. Oop, can’t do that one; I’ve lost the plot. And not that one either…

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The Rink: Part Two

Read Part One here | Also on Ao3!

“Geno is not having sex with Jason.” Sidney Crosby stares down the camera, eyes wide and unblinking. His gaze does not waver, and he waits an extra moment before continuing. “I would know if he was. It’s—I mean, it’d be obvious. And Geno tells me everything. So I would know about it if it were happening.”

“No, they’re totally fucking.” Rickard Rakell nods, his hands fidgeting with his rubber bracelet. He appears tired, with dark circles under his eyes, and he avoids looking at the camera. “Like, I haven’t seen them, obviously, but you hear things. Jason just says whatever he’s thinking. And it’s always about Geno’s dick. I don’t know that he thinks about anything else.”

Bryan Rust, who plays on Malkin’s line with Zucker, scoots forward in his seat, closer to the camera. “Look, you didn’t hear it from me, and don’t tell Sid,” he says, his voice quiet. He glances off camera toward the hallway; the door to the room is closed, and there is no window for anyone to spy into. “But I’m pretty sure Jason begged Geno to let him suck him off in the showers after that last game. I kinda turned right around and left the showers after that, so I don’t know if it happened, but I’m, like, 99 percent sure that’s what Jason said.”

In the locker room, the team celebrates a win. Danton Heinen, the previous recipient of the victory helmet, stands and holds it in the air like a prize. He paces the room like a cat prowling for its next victim, though there is laughter in his eyes that comes only from a hard-fought win. “Jars, great game, you kept us in it,” Heinen says. “But I gotta go Geno.”

The room erupts into cheers, though the loudest is from a singular source. Malkin receives the helmet and embraces Heinen before putting it on; it takes concentration and care to get it over his head, but he manages. “Let’s win next one, guys,” he says before removing the helmet again and putting it on the shelf above his stall.

“Suck his cock!” a voice yells. The camera jerkily pans to Jason Zucker, who is continuing his chant as he pumps a fist in the air. Malkin has an amused look on his face, and he motions toward his jock, which has not yet been removed. Zucker smiles, shoving at Malkin’s shoulder.

“Any time, any place, buddy,” Zucker says, patting Malkin’s cheek just hard enough to make a slapping sound. Behind Malkin and Zucker, Crosby sits in his stall, glaring into the camera between them as they separate. There is murder is Crosby’s eyes, the whites of them huge; he rips the sock in his hand in two without his gaze wavering.

Jason Zucker sits on a leather couch, legs spread wide. His arms are outstretched and rest on the back of the sofa; there is a wide grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t like to kiss and tell,” Zucker begins. “Well, I mostly don’t. Sometimes I do.” He crosses his legs, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. This somehow manages to come across as more sexually available than his spread legs did. “Geno’s my friend. We have a good time together. If you want more than that, you’ll have to ask him.”

Jake Guentzel, towel in hand, heads toward the showers. He’s one of the last of his teammates to do so, but as he pads into the room, he realizes he is not alone. In the far corner of the room, Malkin is standing with his back to the entry, under one of the showerheads. Guentzel avoids this corner, and instead opts for another, as is shower etiquette.

However, before he can turn on the tap, a loud moan reverberates through the room, followed by something in another language. Guentzel turns to look into the camera that has followed him, and then he looks at Malkin’s corner of the room. His face immediately shifts from confusion to horror, and the camera follows his line of sight. In the opposite corner of the room, Malkin is not alone—he instead has a guest, who is on their knees in front of him. The other person’s face is obscured, but it is hard to mistake the lower half of their body for anyone else.

“It’s not Jason,” Guentzel says flatly in his private interview. There is a lifelessness in his eyes, and his gaze is focused just below the camera. “I guess that bet’s over. I lost fifty bucks and need therapy now.”

Malkin returns to the locker room from the showers moments later, Crosby following closely behind. Crosby’s eyes are more focused, and he pats Malkin’s back, his hand lingering for an extra moment. The camera moves to Guentzel, who is sitting in his stall, still only in his towel; he is flushed a bright red from his chest to his face, and although Malkin and Crosby are directly in front of him, he does not look at them.

“What can I say?” Malkin shrugs when asked about it later. “I like long showers.”