#patater

[freebooter4ever]

happy belated birthday kenny, (also happy belated birthday @thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl!!!!), get loved loser, be careful with those skates

[fauvester]

I feel in my heart of hearts that jack and parse did each other dirty back in the day. both of then were stupid emotionally immature teenagers. and parse already got his ass whooped by the narrative. so maybe jack can be slow basal-level tortured by his worstie ex hooking up with his bestie teammate

[nursedexy]

What if Kent joins the falcs and Jack quickly realises just how much he's been repressing the feelings he still had for him and it completely breaks down his relationship with Bitty, but he's not too bothered by that because he's making amends with Kent and they're finally becoming friends again and right when he's thinking about asking Kent to give him another chance, Kent confides in him that he's been dating and has fallen in love.. with Tater

[the-hwaelweg]

Check Please || Patater || 5+1 || 3k

“Is anyone telling you that you are very melodramatic,” Mashkov says from behind him. And the next thing Kenny knows he’s being scooped up and hefted off the ground in a bridal carry. He does not shriek, for the record, and anyone who says he does is a lying liar who lies. He does, perhaps, let out a yelp. In a very manly sort of way. Or 5 times Tater picked Kent up and 1 time it was the other way 'round. Featuring hockey, hiking, Beyonce, and being very brave in a kitchen.

For my birthday, I wrote you all a new Patater fic. Happy birthday to me! (This is the direction gift giving works on birthdays, yes? Yes.)

Read it on AO3.

[montrealmadison]

Tater 27 please ?

i have never written tater before - ever! - so this was incredibly fun! thank you so much for the prompt and for helping me stretch my writing muscles a little bit ❤️ the only things i know about patater are inspired by a frankly shocking quantity of sidgeno rpf so make of that what you will

27. tater + i’m so tired by lauv & Troye Sivan for @shygryf

Strangers, killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzzcut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you, but I need you now

Tater’s letting some girl he doesn’t know shoot tequila out of his belly button when he gets the text.

Kent Parson: you awake? Kent Parson: sorry know it’s late

It is late, three or so, and the club’s fun but the idea of not being here is just as good. Maybe it’s rude, but he doesn’t care; he props his elbow on the table for better leverage and sends back, yes, and then ok?

Kent Parson: no Kent Parson: popped my achilles Kent Parson: we're out

Shit. That means the end of their playoff run, which in turn means about five hundred other things. He doesn’t even have the chance to formulate a response before Kent adds, will you come?

A cold thing settles in Tater’s chest, a weighty purpose that he doesn’t stop to examine. Maybe it's the shots making this seem like a good idea; of course he will, and that’s the end of it. There’s something about clambering up off the table, tequila soaking down into his open fly, and shouldering his way to the exit without a word that makes him feel about a thousand feet tall.

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Kent lives in a nice building. Not nice enough for the security guy downstairs to make any real effort to stop Tater from getting in, but then, Tater is six foot seven and built like the desks that lesser men hide behind. He hits the button for the elevator and zips upward, chewing on his lip, watching the numbers tick higher.

This is stupid. This is an absurd way to spend a thousand dollars and God knows how many days, catching a frantic red-eye to Vegas like he’s going to be able to do anything the Aces’ trainers haven’t already tried. It’s more absurd that he stands in the hallway with his fist poised to knock on Kent’s front door for at least five minutes, wondering if he should have brought food. Does the kid even eat? He’s awfully tiny.

He finally gets over himself and knocks. There’s a voice from inside at once: “Open.”

Tater does.

The apartment is nice, modern. It’s also a complete fucking mess. There are ostentatiously dirty shoes scattered all over the entryway, possibly-related scuff marks up the bare white walls. Tater has to do this dainty hop through a minefield of Yeezys just to make it to solid ground, and is very glad that no one can see him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Parson?”

“In the living room.”

Tater drops his bag in the kitchen and heads for the voice. The close little hallway seems much more inviting than it did in the dark last time he was here, and the living room is spacious and airy without a couple hundred bodies packing it. There’s a big TV on one wall, running something trashy. In the middle of the room is that ugly couch, brown suede and covered with cat hair, and in the middle of the couch is Kent.

Relief spreads through Tater at once, numbing the tingle in his hands. Okay, so maybe he spent the whole five-hour trip picturing the worst-case scenario. Guys in their line of work are not, as a rule, great at handling their injuries, especially later in the season; Tater only has to look at Jack for proof of that one. But Kent’s eyes are clear, if tired and a little wet-looking, and he’s sprawled out comfortably with his hand in Kit’s fur and his wrapped ankle carefully supported by a pile of throw pillows. He’s wearing ratty old sweats, white socks gone gray on the bottoms, a couple days’ worth of scruff that marks his sorry excuse for a playoff beard. 

“Shit, man,” he says, seeing Tater in the doorway. “You came.”

“You call.” 

It’s not quite that simple, but somehow, faced with the fact of Kent’s obvious, boneless relief at having him here, it feels like the right sentiment.

“I did,” Kent says. He sounds croaky, exhausted. The deep shadows under his eyes make them look more green. Tater wonders if he’s slept, or how much. “Thanks.”

He has this weird impulse to poke the bear, which maybe isn’t fair to Kent, but it’s all he knows how to do. 

“You miss me?” he asks, slouching further into the room. Kit lifts her head imperiously to watch him settle a polite distance away on the couch. “That why you ask me, not teammate?”

This is the dynamic they built at the bar, in the darkness of Kent’s bedroom: push and pull, catch and release. Things are still too new, too fragile between them; they’ve never implied a sense of belonging to each other, or at least not the kind that prompts something like this. 

As it stands, Kent doesn’t play along with the teasing, and that’s what finally gives Tater a sense of how shitty he feels. 

“Let ‘em grieve, right?” he says listlessly, tipping his head into the back of the couch. “Shit game. Didn’t wanna bother them.”

You were okay with bothering me, Tater thinks but does not say. A guy you’ve hooked up with twice who lives across the country. What the fuck does that mean?

He knows what he wants, what he wants it to mean. It’s part of what caught his eye in the first place: this kid is so, so young to be a captain, to bear this weight. The Aces are out of the playoffs not because they played their hardest, but thanks to a non-call and an injury that’ll have Kent in PT all summer. Now he’s curled up on the couch in his disaster of an apartment with only the cat for company, his teammates pushed away or otherwise nowhere to be found. It’s incongruous with the spitfire who finds a reason to drop gloves every time they share the ice, who likes to have his wrists pinned down and kisses with too much teeth and, holy hell, called Tater in Providence when he got hurt.

“Bother me anytime,” Tater says before he can bite down on it. He scoots a little closer, clasping his hands briefly between his knees. “Poor Parson. Need friend when teammates being sad.”

Kent’s laugh turns into a cough and Kit scrambles off his chest, affronted. 

“Is that what you are?” he asks. “My friend?”

“Maybe,” Tater hums, pretending to consider. “Well. Maybe not yet.”

“Not yet,” Kent echoes. He sounds puzzled. “Okay?”

“We not really know each other,” Tater says. Maybe it’s mean, the way this is lighting him on fire. Kent likes to bottom, but never to lose control; even in bed he runs his mouth like everything that comes out of it is gospel truth. Opportunities to catch him on the back foot are few and far between, and—well. Tater likes to take care of his people, likes to show them love, and above all likes a challenge.

“We don’t—”

Tater decides to take pity on him. “Sex not knowing, Parson. Think maybe you think that way.”

Okay, yeah, this is definitely mean. Kent’s breath is coming faster, and the line of his jaw is set and trembling. But Tater wants to push him a little bit, get his money’s worth for the flight, the worry; Kent can pay him back in kind, and will. Tater just has to help him get there.

“So what if I do?” Kent asks. His laugh is tiny. “Man, I’m confused. Not like we’ve had much more time to figure each other out.”

And yet you asked me here, Tater thinks, and decides to play his trump card.

“It’s summer. You not play, I’m not play.” Tater spreads his hands wide, goes for broke and scoots in close to curl a hand slow and sinuous around Kent’s good ankle. “Need rest, someone to take care. Seem like good time to me.”

Kent’s breath catches in his throat. He smells sweaty and kinda gross, but his smile is soft, a fragile thing, and Tater knows he’s gotten it right. 

“Captive audience,” Kent says, barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Tater agrees, and leans in to meet his mouth.

[be-bisexual-eat-hot-chip-and-lie]

hear me out

patater anastasia au. tater is anya, kent is dimitri, swoops is vlad.

thank you for listening

[delightful-sassy-spork]

A lil something for brat summer :)

[wejustarandomfan]

This has been in sitting in my drafts, but I guess I can post it.

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I honestly have so many fanfics ideas with Kent and Alexei, but I don't have time to write them at the moment, so I decided to post some ideas here! <3

Imagine Kent has a broke pipe or something broke in his house that's needs to be repaired, so he calls a repairman. Little did he know he would be hot, and his cat is obsessed with him. Kent notices this and obviously thinks his cat was actually acting weird. Now, every time something is broken, he calls him, and his cat goes crazy for him. I got inspired by Instagram reel based on this lol.

But, I can see Kent falling for Alexei, and he just, "Oh, damn, I am in love."

Also, Alexei lovesssss Kent cat and often spoils her with treats when he comes to repair something in Kent house.

Another idea was cowboy/farmer Kent and motorcycle/biker rider Alexei.

I thought it would be like Alexei motorcycle/biker group riding to the town where Kent lives, and he sees him riding a horse and doing a rodeo. That's where he falls in love with him.

But Alexei isn't the only one there, Jack and Bitty are there too :)

Jack is a motorcycle/biker rider, and Bitty is his boyfriend who came along with him.

I honestly wanted a love triangle with then but I was like how am I gonna make that work, so, I decided that Jack starts getting his feelings for Kent again and Bitty might have a small crush on Kent (in the idea I wrote down, Kent flirts with Bitty, but, Jack stopped him, where they ended up having a conversation with each other, it's been a while they seen each other).

However, Jack is having old feelings coming back for Kent, and he is loyal to Bitty. But he just doesn't like the feelings for Kent coming back.

Another idea was Kent winning the hottest hockey player award for the 5th year (he was allowed to do it at the age of 21), and everyone was like, "How did he win, Jack should have won cause of how hot he looks" (this is like everyone in the hockey house)

So, while everyone was looking through the magazine. Bitty asked what the magazine was about and asked who won. Everyone was gonna answer until Jack came back with Alexei and the other rookies from grocery shopping. They all looked at them before Alexei mentioned the magazine in Bitty hand (Shitty was trying to get it out of his hands since they gave it to him to see and Kent was on the cover) and asked if his boyfriend, Kent won again.

From there everyone is like, "Kent?!?!?!"

And Alexei, "ya, he is my boyfriend!! :D"

Alexei doesn't know what the huge deal with Kent until he and Jack talked about it.

I have so many more idea and I can go on about it, but here are the ideas for now 👍

[doodleddaisies]

Tater calling Kent “Spade” in this fic,,,, I’m gonna eat my shoe

[freebooter4ever]

slam your boyfriend the opposing player into the boards during his celly

[fauvester]

you’re on the ice with a beautiful boy (patater sketchies)

[ao3feed-patater]

for the wild and free (we are the life)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BnLExh2

by bandaid_boy

Bitty has graduated, Jack is still an anxious mess, and they're going to get fucking married. What could go wrong? (A lot, it turns out.) -title from The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience-

Words: 1976, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Check Please! (Webcomic)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: (yes i will have to check back for names in the comic because my memory is ASS), Shitty Knight, Jack Zimmermann, Jack Zimmermann's Parents, Eric "Bitty" Bittle, Larissa "Lardo" Duan, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov, Kent "Parse" Parson, Providence Falconers Ensemble (Check Please!)

Relationships: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov/Kent "Parse" Parson, Shitty Knight & Jack Zimmermann, Alexei "Tater" Mashkov & Jack Zimmermann

Additional Tags: Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Sexual Content, Swearing, zimbits - Freeform, they switch a lot, but emotionally it's, Top!Bitty, and, Bottom!Jack, Light Dom/sub, Light BDSM, more emotional bdsm than anything, but also i'm a sucker for praise kinks, jack has a praise kink a mile wide, Praise Kink, Size Difference, we get kinky in this house, bitty no longer lives in the haus, this is post-canon, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, they are engaged, Wedding Planning, Wedding Fluff, Engagement, shitty WILL be the best man., Moving In Together, jack fixes things with kent, they aren't friends because kent is a dick, but they aren't mortal enemies, background alexei/kent, jack sort of deals with kent for tater's sake, patater, ignore the summary because the angst honestly isn't that bad, just a ton of feelings, Fluffy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Autistic Jack Zimmermann, Autism, Autism Spectrum, Neurodiversity, Neurological Disorders, trans author, Queer author, neurodivergent author, all the autism shit is speaking from experience, i know what autism feels like don't come at me if you don't like the way i write jack's autism

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BnLExh2

[the-hwaelweg]

Here is my problem when I write Patater. I have a cousin named Alexie. Every time I use "Alexei", she pops into my head. Would Kent call him Tater, especially in an intimate moment? Probably not. Does it prevent me from thinking about my cousin while writing a sex scene or lead-up to a sex scene? Absolutely yes. I do not want my cousin and sex to even exist in the same sentence in my imagination. Thus, he is Tater. I have revised his birth certificate. Apologies etc.

[delightful-sassy-spork]

Why do I hurt myself this way??

[icantcountthereasonsishouldstay]

Five WIPS:

Untitled Patater Fic (Alexei Mashkov/Kent Parson, Check Please)

Two Community Colleges, both alike in diginty (or lack thereof), in Fair Colorado where we lay our scene (Jeff Winger/Annie Edison, Community)

Aladarius fic I guess idk (Alador Blight/Darius Deamonne, The Owl House)

Can I get the uhhhhh death penalty for Ozai? (Zuko/Katara, ATLA)

Untitled Superbat fic (Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, DC)

Snippet from #2 since this is still a Community blog (also, for context this is an AU where Jeff has transferred to City College):

“She caught me even though she hates me. Man is good!”

Ugh, Annie hates Simmons. And from the look on Jeff’s face, not even he had been expecting that. But Jeff…Suddenly, she has an idea. A very stupid idea that Britta will hate, but she doesn’t have time to think about that if they want to win. Annie rushes over to Jeff and pulls him into a kiss. After his initial shock, Annie is stunned that he’s kissing her back. And as much as she would love to investigate what the hell that means, her thoughts are interrupted by a thud and Britta starting to yell, “Annie, what the f-”

But Annie pulls away from Jeff and cuts her off. 

“She was angry and jealous, and so she dropped him. Man is evil!” Annie yells triumphantly, gesturing to Simmons on the floor.

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