#patater

[freebooter4ever]

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

[kittishark]

chat hear me out

should i write my patater fanfiction idea? it's after the Falcs vs Aces game in Book 2. kent and tater happen to end up at the same bar. one of them gets drunk (most likely kent) and is being harrased by someone there or one of their opposing team. the other stops the team (ie; kent getting bullied my falconers, tater goes over andstops them). tater drags kent up to his condo, and lies him down on the couch. he goes to get a blanket for kent, but kent just grabs his wrist and sys like "mm.. stay here." and tater replies "you are drunk. bad desicions. dont mean it" or something, and kent just pulls him down and tater is like *fuck why is he so strong* and then just kent wraps his arms around taters waist and tater turns around and hugs him back, and they stay cuddling and tater is like "fuck it." tater wakes up ebfore parson and like gets up and makes breakfeast for them. he brings kent over a plate and sits by kents feet and eats while watching him sleep, smiling. eventually kent wakes up and "fuck.. what happened? did we-" and tater chuckles and shakes his head "we did not have sex, kent. you got drunk, bad desicions, i take you to apartment" and he just feeds kent the food, and gives kent advil, and then more stuff. SHOULD I WRITE IT. I THINK IM COOKING. BUT LIKE.

[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

[thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl]

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 is 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 👍

[silencedfalcon]

i am still in omgcp brainrot and this fandom has too little aus.

WHERE IS MY PACIFIC RIM CONTENT. Kent and Jack as the rising stars, two drift-compatible pilots who are partnered together, famous for reaching the previously thought impossible drift sync rate of 100%. Slaying kaiju together under the command of Jack’s father and mother, Marshall Bad Bob Zimmermann and Commander Alicia Zimmermann, until the stress of being the world’s best Jaeger piloters and defense agains the kaiju gets to Jack. They desync in the midst of a battle against the first-ever Cat 4 Kaiju, with the stress and arguments leading up to it unbeknownst to everyone, Jack comatose in the cockpit while Kent has to take on the strain of piloting the Jaeger alone and slay the kaiju. And afterwards, while Kent is recuperating from the mental strain of piloting a Jaeger alone - another first - and being hailed as the world’s golden ray of hope, Jack…. disappears.

Two years later Kent hunts down Jack, only to find that Jack’s now the Marshall of his own little Shatterdome out in Providence after ghosting him for two whole years, with the only evidence of him being alive a few prods and sensations from a rapidly-fading Ghost Drift. And when Kent requests a transfer to Providence, he quickly realises a few things -

- one, that Jack is in no way fit to pilot ever again, thanks to the mental and physical damage he suffered in the battle,

- two, he refuses to see Kent even though his transfer has been approved,

- and three, that Jack has moved on and is in love with one of the LOCCENT mission controllers, a guy named Eric “Bitty” Bittle.

(Bittle bakes REALLY good pies. Kent can’t even hate him for that.)

Worst of all, his empty partner spot is going to be reassigned, because even though he’s been defending himself against the recruits in the Kwoon Room with all his might, one of the Ranger pairs in Providence is being dissolved. Snowy is retiring with full honors after wanting to focus on raising his niece, her mother killed in a recent Kaiju attack, which leaves Kent free to be assigned to Snowy’s old partner - Alexei ‘Tater’ Mashkov.

And judging from the way the Russian Ranger slammed him into the mats in the training room, picked him up and called him a “little rat”, Mashkov doesn’t like him, either…

i just have a lot of thoughts about omgcp in the pacrim universe.

[freebooter4ever]

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

[kittishark]

WHAT THE FREAK

WHAT THE FREAK GUYS WHY ARE YOUR PATATER FANFICTIONS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT THE FFFFFFFFUCK Back In My Heart Again - Chapter 2 - orphan_account - Check Please! (Webcomic) [Archive of Our Own] i LVOED IT. 2 CHAPTERS. ABUQW

[fauvester]

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

[punmasterkentparson]

Top 10 Favorite Things I’ve Written (In Order of Publication, Oldest to Newest)

10.  (I’m) Stuck On Your Amber Lips (Oct. 2016)

It’s self-contained and kinda cheesy, which is exactly my speed. I like taking one or two running gags and using them as a metaphor to tie the whole story together. Alexei struggling to speak his second language while being perfectly eloquent in his head pops up in a lot of my stories.

9. All My Friends Are Here (Dec. 2016)

I challenged myself to write a 4-way polyamorous one-shot. It’s good to challenge yourself in fiction. And because of this fic, I got to write more with Jack/Tater, which was a TREAT.

8. The Legend of Kent Parson’s Sex Hair  (Dec. 2016)

The line “ You look like you got debauched in the back row of a Beyonce concert. Twice.” came from Tumblr, but the other lines were all me. I’m particularly proud because I’m hella aroace and don’t find people sexy, lol.

7. An Ocean Getaway (With Rum) (Dec. 2016)

Billionaires shouldn’t be allowed to exist, but I still like writing the “sugar daddy” trope, even if this isn’t QUITE that. It fulfills the dual fantasy of having someone trustworthy with a shitton of money take care of you, and being that person with a shitton of money so you can take care of someone you care about. I like writing this AU of Kent and Alexei because there’re pretty stable, mature adults. They talk, they don’t get jealous or have shame about who they are or the sex they like.

6. You’re My Open Road (Feb. 2017)

This 10k oneshot came from a 3-day weekend spent on my sofa drinking coffee and clicking my way down highways on Google Street View. I’d never put so much effort into researching a fic before, but it was fun as hell. It was also the easiest fic I’ve ever written; once I got on a roll, the words just came out.

5. Hooked On Feelings (Feb. 2018)

I do a lot of cat rescue and this came from my experience with that. It was also hilarious to write about rescuing a cat from the perspective of a guy who doesn’t GET cats. I love Monster (the cat). 

4. Bare (Aug. 2018)

I never broke rules as a kid. I never took risks, never snuck out of the house or did anything that could get me in trouble. Being a teenager was hard enough so I don’t know if I wish I had. There are things that you can’t tell the adults in your life, things you’re going through that only the people who are going through it too can understand. I tried to write more for this but I think I liked it better as a oneshot. It leaves the door open for a happier ending than I think I could write.

3. The Corner Caved In (Sept. 2019)

My first (but not last) crossover with the Detroit: Become Human universe. I like how Kent came out in this: no bravado, scared shitless of his own activism. It was also fun to play with two fully-developed universes and see how they came out.

2. vampire weekend (March 2019)

Normalizing and adding bureaucracy to fantasy and horror is something I don’t do often, mainly because I end up thinking TOO hard about it and spending more time on world-building than writing. I enjoyed writing the magnetism of Kent-the-vampire in this, contrasted with his casual attitude. And having Kent speak Russian allowed me to write Alexei without the wall of second language struggles, so he spoke fluently on his own terms.

1. but the cat came back (Oct. 2019)

What I like about horror is exploring the trade-offs that people are willing to make, and what in their lives is important enough that they’ll make the exchange.

Honorable Mention:

Cliff’s Edge (Oct. 2016)

This is the the only multi-chapter fic I have. It’s intimidatingly massive. It’s not finished, likely because I’m working through the same kind of grief and frustration for a lost life as Alexei. A the time of writing chapter 13, I sitll didn’t know what the source was. Now I know it’s because I’m trans and autistic, and I’ll never get back my childhood or young adulthood. Grief is a process, and it’s hard to write about a character coming out the other side when you haven’t done that yet, either. Hopefully, 2023 will be the year.

Hope you liked the list. Thanks for all the support over the years. I feel like I still have some fics to finish, so keep checking back (or go to AO3 and subscribe for updates) to see what’s new.

[thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl]

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

Thank you for the tag @freebooter4ever

You're going to be like "how did you get here from where we started" to which all I can say is that my writing has spiraled out of control yet again and this just keeps getting longer.

Here's a taste of the entirely-Boot's-fault Patater 5+1 WIP:

“Please do not throw us both off mountain,” Mashkov says in response to Kenny’s flailing, and for lack of anything better to do with them, Kenny loops his arms around Mashkov’s neck.

Tagging @pendwick @cricketnationrise @appalamutte @starthecozy @omgpoindexter @nostalgiaplant @swaps55 and anyone who sees this and wants to share a line

[vitaliskravtsov]

For Spotify wrapped - #88 and nurseydex or patater! :)

okay ngl this is a bit of a toughie bc this one is instrumental but i did my best!!!!!!!

88) the thrombey estate - knives out soundtrack

patater!!

Alexei is kind of absolutely bone-tired from the drive and he’s even more tired from camp, and more than anything, he wants to just pass out on his sofa. 

Unfortunately, it’s like 3pm and any passing out will just mean that he’ll wake up at about 2am, starving and unable to go back to sleep, so he has to tough it out.

That’s what he uses to explain why he’s seeing another person in his house, his brand-new house (okay, it’s an apartment), and doesn’t question it. 

The realtor had told him the house had history in the community, whatever that meant, but the plumbing was good and there was no water damage, so he’d taken it without interrogating that statement too deeply.

Now, though, he’s staring down a five-foot-seven blonde kid who looks like he’s straight out of an eighties sports mag.

“Mmh,” he grunts, and throws his stuff at the floor. 

The boy stares at him.

“That’ll dent,” he says, vowels lilting just a little. Weird accent.

“Mmh,” Alexei says again.

“Eat,” the boy says, and then stalks off.

Eventually, Alexei does get up and get a protein shake going. He pours it over a bowl of pasta, immediately regrets the decision, and eats the whole thing anyway.

He’s not as concerned as he should be, but by the time he goes to bed, the boy is gone, so it’s probably fine.

Over the next couple of weeks, he keeps appearing in Alexei’s house, staring at Alexei’s Russian books or petting Alexei’s sticks or leaving little notes about the decor (or the dishes, or the cooking situation, which is maybe a little more abysmal than it should be after two and a half years on his own).

He’s pretty, in an ethereal, incomprehensible, untouchable way.

He’s kind of horribly, awfully, exactly, Alexei’s type.

As the season progresses, he starts leaving hockey-related notes, but also commentary on Alexei’s music selection and on Alexei’s nutrition -- notably different from the cooking-based notes in that these have to do with macronutrients and vitamins and some things Alexei’s not entirely sure how to pronounce, at least in English -- and Alexei discovers that the boy likes Ziggy Stardust and Metallica and Aretha Franklin and Queen, and he stars putting that on more when he knows they’re both around the house.

The hockey notes are good, too, if focused on kind of old-school stuff, but Alexei doesn’t mind; he’s always down to try new stuff in his play, and he does start producing more, so. It’s a win in his book.

He learns, eventually, that the boy is called Kent and that he’s from the hellhole of a city that Alexei cannot begin to imagine why anyone would choose to live in if they weren’t here for hockey.

He starts watching movies with Alexei, too, and in that, their tastes are more similar. Kent is kind of game for anything, including Disney movies, and Alexei’s desire for Russian subtitles or dubs at the end of a long day is very on board with that.

It’s -- it’s nice, to cohabitate with someone who never generates any dishes (or if he does, meticulously puts them away totally clean) and never makes a mess, and who seems to instinctively understand when Alexei needs to be alone.

It’s really fucking nice.

Alexei blames that on the wire-crossing that happens one night when he gets home from a game and sees Kent on the couch, sprawled out all warm and inviting, and his brain, the little part of his brain that still misses the piece of shit who dumped him when he realised Alexei would never be a millionaire, says kiss your boyfriend, and Alexei does, no hesitation.

Or, well, he tries to, because his lips go straight through Kent’s forehead and he lands face first in the arm of the couch, confused and hurt, lips and nose smarting.

When he lifts his head, Kent is gone.