#abominableobriens

[thesuninperigee]

my dear @grubloved tagged me to post five of my fave songs rn. title links are spotify, artist links are the same song but on youtube. in no particular order:

Threat by Charly Bliss

Chemical Sunset by Orville Peck & Allison Russell

Pens by Tancred

Better Kind Of Best Friend by Xana

Bus Ticket by Cayetana

tagging @abominableobriens @emobatsy @bearsharksib @saintdetroit and @powderflower

[samwell-sweethearts]

A HUGE thank you to @abominableobriens for being smart, funny, talented, hard-working, and all-around classy person. Everything you write is gold, all your graphics and edits are amazing, and all the behind-the-scenes work you do is worth its weight in diamonds. If the only thing I get out of this fandom is you, then it’s worth it. <3

signed @halfdesertedstreets

[yoursummerfrost]

Aquarius for writing asks

(hi I love you

aquarius: what is the most unique thing about your current wip?Technically I already answered this, but I’ll answer on a slightly different level than before? I feel like for me as a writer, the most unique thing about this fic is that I have a delightful opportunity to make the main pairing break up and get back together, and I MIGHT NOT DO IT. Wild. :P

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Zodiac writing asks!

[tenderwiki]

Sasquatch .22, Bay Faction for @abominableobriens​

[bittysvalentines]

Three Pieces of a Heart

Rating: Teen

Categories: M/M, Multi

Words: 2.6k

Ship: Swimmson (Kent/Jeff/Jack)

Tags: Polyamory, Rated for Language, Alternative Universe - Soulmates

Read on Ao3

To @abominableobriens You are a wonder and a joy in the fandom, giving us much needed representation and story lines many others wouldn't touch. Happy Valentine's Day! <3 From @softkent​

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Kent walks,  determined,  into his bedroom, away from his friends gathered in his living room. Once the doors clicks closed behind him, Kent sags--shoulders turning in as if trying to protect himself from the pain emanating from his soulbond.

 It’s been one year since he last saw Jack in person. Of all the times his bond decided to realize how far and estranged Kent and Jack really are, it just had to pick when Kent’s house if full of people.  

 He curses and strips off his shirt, heading over to the mirror. He stares at his reflection. The blue bloom of color pulsing around the center of his chest is unmistakable. He lets his fingers ghost around its watery edges, which curl and ebb as he gets near. His bond doesn’t want his touch; it wants Jack’s.

 A shaky breath, one he’s been trying to keep in, escapes. The cool wall meets his bare back when he stumbles back, losing what little stability he’s been holding onto as tightly as he could. He slides down the wall across from the full-length mirror and looks at himself with unfocused eyes. Without his glasses on, he can’t make out the tears streaking his face. He can pretend he’s not crying as long as he can’t see it. There’s no such luck with the pulse of deep blue over his heart though.

 “Parse?” a soft voice asks from the other side of the room. Kent gulps down his crying, hugs his legs a little tighter, and buries his head between his knees so he doesn’t have to face the broken look on Jeff’s face.

 Jeff kneels down beside him. He holds out a hand to comfort him, but stops before touching his skin. He sighs and pulls his hand back. “You wanna talk to me?” he asks and settles back onto his ass, realizing he’ll be here for a while.

 Kent shakes his head and sniffles. The cold burn in his chest pulses causing his shoulder to shake with another sob. The pain is more uncomfortable than hurtful; it’s the reminder that his soulmate wants nothing to do with him that hurts him the most.

 They just sit without saying a word. The rooms permeates with the sounds of Kent crying until they dwindle down to little sniffs and a long sigh. He risks peeking out from between his knees. Jeff gives him a sad, easy smile.

“You doing okay?” he asks. Kent considers not answering him--considers keeping all of this to himself like he has for so long now, but the idea of not carrying this alone seems like the first breath of fresh air since Jack shoved him out of his life.

 “Not really, but that’s nothing new,” Kent says, his voice a little raspy. He clears his throat and stretches out. He legs ache from how tightly he’s been holding onto them. His head thumps lightly against the wall. He glances past Jeff’s surprised look to the mirror where his pulsing blue bond is waving to him.

 Jeff lets out a soft gasp, staring down at Kent’s chest. He’s always giving Parser his space, never reached out that much physically, but that pulsing blue pulls his shaking hand up like a magnet drawing him in. He flicks his eyes up to Kent’s. They’re redder than Jeff’s ever seen them and puffy. The tears that are sticking his lashes together shouldn’t look as pretty as they do.

 Kent watches Jeff reach out towards his chest and lets it happen. He’s already stripped of his mask and emotionally naked. Kent has nothing left to hide. His eyes follow Jeff’s fingers as they ghost over the muddy edges of the mark until he presses his palm directly over his heart. His touch feels far too warm--like hot tea over ice. He shudders out a breath.

 Beneath Jeff’s fingers, the blue mark swirls rapidly. They both watch without a word between them, confused and motionless as it shifts. The blue outlines his hand, leaving the edge of it a vibrant pink.

 “I-I…” Jeff starts with no idea what to say or what’s happening. The neat edges between the pink and blue flow into each other until Kent’s mark turns a lilac purple, soft and calm against his flushed and sweaty chest. Jeff lets his hand drop.

 “Take off your shirt,” Kent says in a rush. His eyes flick up to Jeff’s, pleading. “Please…”

 Jeff stutters, not understanding what’s happening. He pulls off his t-shirt. Before it’s even over his head, something inside him knocks backward and surges forward simultaneously when Kent’s hand touches his chest. He looks down to see the light pink lick around Kent’s fingers in a scrolling pattern. It branches out like ivy, wrapping around his hand until it’s fully surrounded. The hand drops away, but the imprint remains as if it’s leaving space for another’s touch.

 “Jeff?” Kent breathes out in something more akin to a plea and a prayer than trying to get his attention.

 “Are we--”

 “Soulmates?” Kent finishes the question for him. His face falls at the word, brow furrowing. “I...I already have a soulmate, Swoops. My--my mark was hurting for him when I came in and then you came and, and it got better. Can you even have two?” Kent asks, unsure if he wants to Jeff answer him.

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 "Cap, why do you look like someone just insulted Kit?" Swoops asks with a smile as he sits down next to him on the bench in the Aces' weightroom.

 Kent locks his phone and shoves it back into his bag with a little more force than necessary. "All-Star results."

 "Awe, yeah yeah. It'll be awful being away from me for an entire weekend, but don't you worry your pretty little head. Kit and I will have a lovely time on our own," Swoops jokes, knocking his shoulder lightly against Kent's.

 Instead of taking the bait, Kent gets up and picks up one of the kettlebells, hoping to channel his nerves into his muscles instead of freaking out in front of everybody. He'll never admit it, but his chest bloomed when he saw who was going too: Jack. His bond peeked out of him for the first time that damn party and, for once, it felt bright instead of heavy.

 Kent pushes up with the weight and grits his teeth through the fatigue of his already worked muscles. There are still a string of actually relevant games before the All-Star one. Maybe he can figure out an excuse like so many other players do. Maybe he won't have to face Jack in a relaxed setting, where he just knows there'll be an interview with the both of them. Just maybe, he won't have to face his first soulmate knowing he’s rejected him...or maybe he won’t have to do it alone.

 “Come with me.”

 Jeff stops his repetition. He blinks at Kent. “Of course. Whatever you need, okay? I’m with you. Want me to call Kit’s sitter?”

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 Kent’s bond snaps taught and slowly relaxes in Kent's chest when he enters the hotel lobby. He staggers, stumbling a little over his luggage. Thankfully, no one seems to have noticed his blunder. If he can't even keep his balance off-ice with this...this hopeless hope tugging at him-- how the hell is he supposed to skate with Zimms on the same ice?

 He walks up to the counter and waits for the receptionist to finish with their phone call. A loud laugh makes him turn around towards the bar to see Kervil from the Schooners is reacting, a little too excitedly, to whatever Bad Bob just said. Kent’s gut drops to the floor and he pulls his snapback a little lower, turning back to the counter. If Bob is here, Jack’s nearby--maybe upstairs or something--from how his bond reacted to entering this godforsaken place.

 With easy banter and a smile, he gets his keycard and tells them Jeff will be coming to pick his up in a few minutes after parking the rental car. Kent heads for the elevators without anyone he knows stopping him to chat, which he counts as a blessing. The doors ding open, and to his heart’s delight, no one is inside. He presses the button to his floor and lets his head fall back against the wall of the elevator, causing his hat to lift slightly off his head (probably making his hair even more of a mess than usual).

 It’s just one weekend of fun like all the others. Quit acting like Jack is gonna pop out from behind a corner. He doesn’t want anything to do with you, remember? He reminds himself in a twisted version of a pep talk. Relax a little. You get a weekend away the Swoops and can catch up with some people. You like being social, remember?

 The cheerful ding of the elevator when he reaches his floor  jolts from his thoughts, still on edge despite how hard he’s forcing himself to chill. He reaches his room, takes out the keycard, and--

 "Kenny?" Kent's heart clenches and fills with a sudden chill. He turns to his left where the voice came from. A few doors down, Jack is standing with one foot outside his hotel room in sweats and tee shirt. Kent swallows hard and pushes open his door. He has three options: ignore Jack, scream at what his life's become, or invite the guy in. As much as he wishes he's stronger, Kent nods for Jack to come inside.

 Jack bites his lip as he pockets his own keycard and shuts the door firmly behind himself, double-checking it’s closed with a little kick. Of everything he knew was going to happen this weekend, this was the one thing Kent wanted to avoid.

 Kent opens the door to his room and shoves his way into the dark, air conditioned space. He flicks over the lock so the door won’t shut before melting onto the bed. All he’s done today is travel and catch up with some people and he’s ready to sleep for the whole weekend. This whole thing is supposed to be a break…

 He's gotten over what Jack thinks of him a long time ago. His bond flutters and blooms open in his chest as Jack walks over to him. Shut up, buddy. This isn't what you think it is, he tells it.

 "I'd love to just wait around for you to find a way to say what you wanna say, but I'm really fuckin' beat, Zimms," Kent mumbles into the comforter. His eyes and bond both sting from the tears at the edge of his lashline and the bitterness in his voice. He sneaks a peek over to the window.

 Jack just shrugs and looks out the window at the Houston skyline.

 "Figured it'd be better for us to, uh, to deal with this now instead of have something happen on the ice tomorrow," Jack says, but it feels like he's speaking more to the window than Kent.

 “There’s a bit more to deal with than you know,” Kent admits.

 Jack turns to face him with a blank face. He stares at Kent, waiting for him to elaborate when the lock on the door whirs and swings open.

 “Babe, you so owe me for carrying your shit up here,” Swoops says letting the door swing closed behind him and the bags he’s carrying. He goes to toss them further into the room when he finally sees Jack. “Oh, damn.”

 Kent sits up and waves Jeff over, hoping to break this awkward tension as soon as possible. He’s sick of this half-tugging, half-content bond in his chest. He needs something to change on the former side of it.

 “Have you heard about multi-bonds?” Kent asks Jack.

 Jack nods, but doesn’t seem to understand where this conversation is going. Kent rolls his eyes and strips off his jacket. He starts on his buttons when Jack holds up his hands.

 “What are you doing?”

 “It’s just easier to show you than explain,” Kent sighs out. He finishes on the buttons the shirt, untucks his shirt, and tosses it on the opposite bed.

 Jeff sits down beside him while trying to read Jack. Jack’s features don’t change when Kent lifts up his undershirt to reveal his pale purple mark. His eyes dart between Jeff and Kent, asking so many questions without saying a word. Jeff huffs.

 “You have a multi-bond. What does that have to do with me?”

 “Ouch! Thanks for the concern, asshat,” Kent says. “Figured my other soulmate would give a fuck, but sorry for making assumptions about anything about you.” Kent shoots up off the bed and stomps off into the bathroom, lightly pushing Jack out of his way.

 Jeff wipes his hands down his face. “He said you didn’t care about him, but I never thought you’d give this little of a fuck about him,” Jeff whispers.

 “You have no idea how I feel about Kent, so don’t act like you’re privileged to that information. All this proves is what I already knew: Kent deserves a lot more than me for a soulmate.”  

 “Way to avoid responsibility. Do you know how he and I found out what we are? His bond with you was causing him so much pain he was on the floor, shaking. Call me a romantic or hopeful or whatever, but I doubt all that hurt was just going one way,” Jeff says, seething.

 Jack grits his teeth and sits down across from Jeff. “We’re bad for each other,” Jack admits.

 “Sounds like I was right.” A silence settles over them for a few moments, covering the room like a dusting of frost. Jeff clears his throat. “Most multi-bonds are...contained. Yeah, there are some that don’t stay within the soul-group, but…” Jeff lets his thought trail out. He’s only just met Jack. He’s not ready to admit what he’s really asking.

 Instinctively, Jack raises a hand to rub over his heart. He shakes his head. Jeff nods and squashes any hope he had of finding out whether or not his other soulmate was the same as Kent’s. That’d just be too easy, wouldn’t it, Jeff thinks to himself. His eyes fill with surprise when Jack’s fingers move to the hem of his shirt and lift it up just enough to reveal the muted pink  palmprint over his heart with waving edges.

 Jeff’s breath hitches. He quickly pulls up his own shirt, revealing his pink scrawling swirls outlining a missing hand.  If their chests were to press together, there marks would create one whole bloom. Jack can’t take his eyes off the color he feels in his soul.

 “Can I?” Jack asks in a flat tone. Jeff nods and swallows the lump building in his throat.

 Jack’s hand has none of the unsurety Kent and Jeff had last month. He leans across the space between them and easily places his palm in the barren area above Jeff’s heart. Instead of the push and pull Jeff felt with Kent, this touch sends a pulse through his ribcage and permeates through him like a buzzing shock.

 Jeff quickly adds his own palm to Jack’s chest, all worry gone from his mind, and watches him feel the bond snap into place. They don’t watch the intricate designs of their marks dance and swirl together into a striking lilac. Instead, they look each other in the eyes, mirroring their smiles. Neither of them had known the pull they felt in their chests wasn’t to be closer to Kent, but to connect to each other. Jeff sags forward when the bond fully melds. Jack catches him by the shoulder, breathing heavy.

 “This weekend just got a bit more complicated,” Jeff whispers with hints of disbelief and joy.

 Jack lets himself laugh for a moment at the lightness of his shoulders. He and Kent were always meant to be together, they’d just been missing their other half.

[zombizombi]

BittyParse and Eskimo kisses!

“I don’t know,” Kent said, “it’s nice, isn’t it? Being some place where nobody knows you.” It was Bitty’s first time meeting a member of Kent’s family, that trip to Marseille, and his grandmother was a bit more accepting than either of them had expected.

Bitty laughed. “Honey, I think that’s a nice thing for you, but it’s not exactly relatable.”

Kent squeezed his hand, pulling him into a hug as they paused on the side of the street. It was busy in the Old Port and people passed them by without a second glance. “Eric,” he said.

“Yes?” Bitty looked up. 

“It might be,” Kent murmured, “when we get back. You know that, right? Please tell me you’ve thought about that.”

Tightening his arms around Kent, Bitty let out a soft sigh. He pressed his face against Kent’s shoulder for a moment. “I have,” he said.

“And?” Kent tilted his head.

Bitty pressed his hands to the sides of Kent’s worried face, pulling him down to press their foreheads together. “I decided not to let myself stay scared,” he said.

“Oh.” Kent laughed a soft, gentle laugh. “Is that all?”

“That’s all.” Bitty brushed their noses together. “You should try it some time.”

( fictional kiss things )

[omgpieplease]

Thisssss bit of PB&J fluff is for @abominableobriens‘ birthday today! Happy birthday P!! It’s idk some kind of unspecified amalgam of the AUs they generally work/ have worked within and inspired by something they said about Kent braiding Jack’s hair and Bitty looking at Kent’s tattoos and my brain just went “both. both is good”.

[bittlebarnes]

Mother of Serpents

want one?

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[udnoestaaqui]

[Image description: 4 photos of an 8 pages mini-zine titled “...imagine a fic where Kent has a breakdown à la Britney and shaves his hair... said @wheeloffortune-design | a oneshot by Paulina]

so i made a tiny zine with this fic by @abominableobriens​ (warnings: alcoholism, suicidal tendencies, referenced self-harm, ed mention)

as you may see, i almost didn’t make it on the available space, but now i know i can make mini-zines out of 1k oneshots, 2k if i use both sides.

aand i just realized i missed an ‘a” in the cover. welp, fixed.

Paulina, would you like to have a pdf version? i could try to scan it at the library someday this week.

[garden-of-succulents]

1,4,9!

(fanfic asks!)

1. If you’re an author, how many WIPs do you currently have? (Be honest!)

*opens Google Docs* I’m only going back a YEAR, mind you. You only get to ask so much of me.

Last touched Dec 5: Kent Parson and the Comeback Kid (Kent and Andy)Last touched Nov 21: “the pregnancy fic” (Kent and Andy)Last touched Oct 16: “Curtis O’Brien” (By Way of Sorrow) (Kent and Andy)Last touched Oct 4: “ASG story” (Kent and Andy)Last touched Aug 6: “Ford meta”Last touched Jul 26: “Bittatomann bodyswap fic” (Zimbits, Jack/Bitty/Tater)Last touched March 25: “gay island” (Kent/various)Last touched March 25: “Cup age regression” (Zimbits)Last touched February 11: “Andy Valentines” (Kent and Andy)Last touched January 26: “single dads prompt” (Zimbits)Last touched January 22: “Bitty/Lardo” (kind of but not really)Last touched Jan 14: Soft Hands (Coach/Suzanne/Bob)Last touched Jan 9: Bittypoots to-do Last touched Jan 8: Jack’s lgbt summer hockey camp (Bittypoots verse)Last touched December 22: The Start of Something Beautiful (Kent and Andy)

4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most?

I really really struggle with attention span, so I read a lot of “whatever has podfic”, but meanwhile also um… I read about 90% of the new Ranskov that gets written, and about 75% of the new Patater.

9. Fake dating or arranged marriage?

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Sorry it’s one of my serious kinks. Partly because I love stories that are like… people with a lot of emotional maturity dealing with difficult circumstances. (Though nobody’s delivered on the premise the way I want it to go, so I guess I’ll have to write that part myself)

Georgette Heyer is an absolute trashcan on fire in many many ways. (See here.) HOWEVER, she’s written one book I still love despite everything, which is A Civil Contract. It’s a Regency romance where a young noble Army officer suddenly inherits his father’s estates and finds it’s all about to fall into total ruin thanks to his father’s massive debts, so he needs to marry a rich heiress. So he does. He and his new bridge both know it’s not a love match, but they manage to be good, and decent, and sensible, and polite, and generous to each other, and they make it work. And AAAUGH *drags hands down face*

(Is it the fantasy of finding someone else who’s emotionally competent? PERHAPS.)

Which reminds me that I want to get back to reading Rose Lerner’s In for a Penny. If only it were out as an audiobook!

[ace-off]

From Left to Right, Top to Bottom: Aces Captain || #20 || Calvin West* Aces Alt. Captain || #65 || Marcus “Smithy” Smith* Aces Forward || #90 || Kent “Parse” Parson (rookie) Aces Forward || #94 || Jeff “Swoops” Troy (rookie) Aces Defense || #6 || Nathan “Goose” Chopra* (rookie) Aces Defense || #28 || Mateo “Perry” Perez* (rookie)   Ace Off  is a collaborative illustrated fic project between @abominableobriens (fic) and @omgpieplease (art) .

It follows Kent Parson’s time with the Las Vegas Aces from his signing through the canon Check Please timeline! The additional characters that populate this fic are mostly Original Characters* and embellishments of implied canon side characters! Year One (20k+ words) is set to be posted in September.

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Patater Soulmate AU Pt. 3

((Hey y’all! This is the last main part of the story but I’ll post an epilogue :) Here’s Parts 1 and 2. Enjoy!))

Kent glared at the phone like it had somehow offended him by laying innocently under the coffee table where he’d dropped it. Of course it wasn’t the phone’s fault that he’d gotten drunk last night and called Alexei in tears, but it felt nice to blame something besides his own weaknesses.

Still. He’d done enough morning after damage controls that he just sighed heavily and picked up the phone with a little groan. His head hurt and his mouth felt like he’d snacked on a bucket of sand straight out of the desert, but he knew he needed to get this conversation over with before he did anything else. He cleared his throat a few times as he meticulously tapped through several screens until he could click the little icon next to Alexei’s name, pressing the phone to his ear with a heavy sigh.

Alexei answered as soon as he saw it was Kent.

“Little Parse. You have water? Medicine? Need to eat too, da? Don’t let hangover make you stay in bed.”

“Well good morning to you, too.” Kent winced at the sound of his own voice. He realized after he’d finished that he could practically feel Mashkov’s smug smirk through the phone and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah okay I’ll get some water in a minute, calm down with the smirking over there.”

“Not smirking, just smile really loud,” Alexei snickered and Kent had to roll his eyes again.

“Whatever man. I was just calling to tell you I’m sorry about last night. I was just...well. I’ve been in a bad spot for the past couple uh..y’know, weeks. So. Sorry man.”

Kent waited impatiently for Alexei to say something back, anything. But for a few long, heart-stopping seconds there was nothing but silence. Kent actually pulled his phone away to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.

“You not having to apologize to anybody, Little Kent. Especially me. I do this thing to you, and I am sorry. You don’t know how bad it make me feel, telling you no. How much I hate not being for you. I…”

Kent actually held his breath as he waited for Alexei to finish his thought, his heart physically aching at the promise Kent swore to himself he could hear in the other man’s voice. Thankfully Alexei continued before he could fully form that train of thought and then send it crashing into a brick wall of pessimism.

“I am thinking of what you asked last night. Of trying being with you, no matter what name I have. And...I am thinking you have good idea. It hurt me to send you away, and it hurt to not talk to you so long. Am thinking...maybe we can make work? We can try, da? And if fail, all we lose is possible future together. Is no worse than now, I feel. I know you say when drunk but…can we try?”

Kent felt like the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt like a million bucks, like a new man, like any other number of cliches that suddenly seemed to make a lot more sense. He felt like he wasn’t really completely whole yet, there were still pieces of him that were jagged and unsatisfied, but he could feel the potential. He could feel the balm being applied, so to speak, and he could tell that he could and would heal. If they could hold out and make this work.

“Kent?”

“Oh fuck, sorry! Yes. Yes Alexei, we can try. Hell yes. God I was just going to apologize when I called, I didn’t expect you to...you know that right? That I didn’t expect this? I’m not trying to manipulate you, I swear.”

Kent calmed down when Alexei chuckled quietly and shushed him in a way that oddly didn’t sound at all patronizing. Just...fond.

“Russian mind too strong for American head games. You not manipulating me.”

“Is that right?” Kent asked with a grin and he chuckled. “Well Mr Brainiac, answer this question then: how are we going to do this across the country?”

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“Alexei!!”

Alexei grinned immediately when he turned and saw Kent heading towards him through the crowded airport and he hurried toward him to take Kit’s carrier and toy bag from his hand and shoulder so the man could better maneuver his suitcase.

“Kotehok! I give proper hello in car,” he promised as he reached over to ruffle Kent’s hair with outwardly platonic affection.

The pair hurried through the airport as quickly as they could, chatting amiably about the flight and some of their (innocent) plans for how they were going to spend the off-season together. This was the first time they were seeing each other in person since that fateful phone call a month and a half ago, but their relationship felt as easy in person as it did over Skype and text and date-night phone calls, for which Alexei was grateful. And it just made him even happier that they were going to get the whole summer together to enjoy it.

They reached the car eventually and Alexei carefully slipped Kit’s carrier into the backseat and belted her in before folding himself into the driver’s seat, Kent joining him seconds later. The windows on Alexei’s car were heavily tinted, and he’d made sure to park in the dim garage facing a cement wall just so he could have the satisfaction of what came next.

As soon as Kent’s door was closed Alexei reached out to put his hands on either side of Ken’ts face even as the man tugged at the front of his shirt greedily, the needy groping of their hands secondary only to the hunger of their kiss. They kept kissing and kissing and kissing until finally Alexei pulled away sharply only to lean in and rest his forehead against Kent’s, his eyes still closed.

“Kotehok…”

“Mm..take me home, Alyosha.”

-----

Kent was sprawled out carelessly on top of Alexei, the two of them perfectly mellow and languid in a post-orgasmic haze.

Kent’s hand was wandering aimlessly over what he could reach of Alexei’s chest and abs and his fingers toyed at the edge of the fabric that covered Alexei’s ribs. It was a specially designed wrap, made of thin breathable fabric. One strap went up over Alexei’s shoulder to hold the rest of it in place where it circled his ribs. It was made for athletes to cover a soulmark - an item in high demand, to be sure.

“Hey babe?” Kent felt Alexei tense at the caution in his tone, but Alexei didn’t comment on it so Kent didn’t either.

“Da?”

“Can I see it?”

Alexei hesitated for a few long minutes, but didn’t bother ask what ‘it’ was. He was honestly just surprised it had taken Kent this long to ask to see who was meant for him. But it wasn’t like he could hide it forever, and he figured Kent had a right to know. So he sat up carefully and slipped the straps of elastic cloth over his head to drop it over the side of the bed. He laid back down on his opposite side a bit so Kent could see the whole mark at the same time and he glanced at Kent’s face when the man sucked in a breath at the sight.

“Alexei Mashkov you gorgeous fucker - that’s my signature!!” Kent spluttered and Alexei’s eyes went wider than he’d thought possible.

“WHAT?!”

“Sorry sorry sorry,” Alexei gasped quickly; he’d sat up so quickly he’d knocked Kent right on his ass, almost pushing him off the bed. “Kotehok, what you mean, is your signature?” he demanded once he’d helped Kent right himself.

“Exactly what I said!! That’s my signature, Alexei, why the fuck did you tell me it wasn’t?”

Alexei felt panic crash through him at the look of betrayal on Kent’s face and he was quick to reach out and run his hands through Kent’s hair and down his arms to try to get him to relax.

“Kotehok I see you sign things for fans all the time, is not same as my mark! I can’t read it, how could I know??”

Thankfully Kent seemed to relax a little after that, though he still looked a little shellshocked, which Alexei could definitely relate to.

“Okay..Okay Alyosha, don’t panic, I’m fine,” Kent mumbled as he clumsily patted Alexei’s shoulder before flopping down onto his back on the bed. “I...When I was first drafted I figured if I was going to be signing people’s abs and boobs and hats and shit that I probably shouldn’t use my actual signature, you know? I don’t know, it made sense at the time, so I just started doing my initials with the star at the end. But when I sign like, documents or whatever, I..do what’s on your ribs.”

Alexei laid down slowly next to Kent and slowly intertwined their fingers as he stared at the ceiling and let everything sort of settle in his mind.

“So we are soulmates. And I hurt you for weeks with no reason.”

Kent shushed Alexei softly and turned his head to kiss his shoulder, trailing his kisses up to his jaw.

“Shh, Alyosha. You...you were going to stay with me, even when you thought I wasn’t yours to have. And yes, at first I was hurt, of course I was. But we were going to make it work even without cosmic intervention, you know? And that felt just as good to me, that you would still choose me. I’m not upset. I’m actually pretty fuckin’ overjoyed right now.”

Alexei grinned at that and turned his head to catch Kent’s lips in a rough kiss. “You are happy being stuck for rest of life with me?”

“Damn right I am, baby.”

[pongpalace]

Once you get this it would be cool if you posted ten facts about yourself and then passed this along to ten of your favorite followers 💕 oh boy i will happily do this (#oversharer), thanks for the tag @lardo4lyfe​ 😘 💖 1. im incredibly good at small talk, and actually enjoy it 2. i dislike calling people, but will always answer the phone if a friend calls and also have no problem calling to make appointments   3. i played soccer at a relatively high level until highschool (got the scarred knees and thunder thighs to show for it) 4. i live in south korea but don’t like kimchi. big fan of bibimbap though 5. im ambidextrous  6. i can ski and snowboard, but prefer skiing  7. my degree is anthropology-history with specific focuses in archeaology and 20th century military and my advisor laughed when i got the paper work signed cause he couldn’t figure out how the two could be connected (forensic anthropology + unnamed soldiers)... i really like bones    8. i have it on good authority that im a hilarious drunk person, but i also think im 6 feet tall when im drunk so have no problem fighting people if need be 9. i got my earlobes pierced after getting my cartilage and industrial pierced 10. my dad taught me how to drive in snow by getting his truck stuck on purpose and then having me get it unstuck #canadianthings  imma tag @apprenticedmagician​ @zimbitswithtimbits​ @halfabreath​ @nikiforovstiel​ @abominableobriens​ @heyfightme​ @leahlisabeth​ @polyamorousparson​ @61below​ @stultiloquentia​ but as always, no pressure if you don’t wanna 😊😊😊

[yoursummerfrost]

Hannah and R

R: A deafening sound.

Boom!

Hannah tears a hole in her pie crust. “Shitfuck,” she says,and turns to Jay with narrowed eyes. “Was it supposed to rain today?”

Jay hasn’t looked up from their phone, but the furrowbetween their eyebrows deepens. “Fifteen percent chance for a drizzle. Nothunderstorms.”

The lightning flash outside the window says otherwise.Hannah counts to three.

Boom!

The door to the downstairs bath slams. Lottie’s hurried footsteps echo downthe hallway, announcing her before she skids into the kitchen, a towel clutchedaround her body. “Was it supposed to rain today?”

“No,” Jay says.

Hannah curls her fingers against her palm and asks, “Where’sAnnie?”

Water drips off Lottie’s skin, a little puddle forming ather feet. She looks out the window, wide-eyed and a little numb, maybe. “Where’sNariko?” she asks. It comes out snide,bratty.

Hannah tugs at the rip in her crust, jamming the ends backtogether with more force than she really needs. “Get me some basil,” she saysto the room at large, whoever will answer first. Lightning flashes again. Shewaits for the thunder clap to pass before adding, “And my fucking tequila.”

Lottie bustles out of the room with a quiet huff than Hannahgraciously ignores.

“Jay,” she sighs tiredly, scrubbing a hand across her face. “Thisis gonna be a weird fucking pie.”

Send me prompts?

[zombizombi]

re: my gf doesn’t know what a popple is...:

lmaoooooooooo oh my god @star-anise

@abominableobriens they’re like... marsupial teddy bears from the 80’s

[omgpieplease]

Ace Off   || YEAR ONE 

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From Left to Right Aces Captain: Calvin West Aces Rookie: Mateo “Perry” Perez Aces Rookie: Nathan “Goose” Chopra Aces Rookie: Kent “Parse” Parson Aces Rookie: Jeff “Swoops” Troy Aces Alternate Captain: Marcus “Smithy” Smith

Ace Off is a collaborative illustrated fic project (for lack of better terms) between myself and @abominableobriens, It follows Kent Parson’s time with the Las Vegas Aces from his signing through the canon Check Please timeline! The additional characters that populate this fic are largely OCs and embellishments of implied canon side characters!

Cast of Characters More Ace Off Stuff! My other Check Please Art Abominableobriens’ AO3