you kent always say what you want

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.

Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.

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hahahaha i would never….write fic…of a fic……

Inspired by @zombizombi‘s You’re A God and I am Not

It’s two am and Jeff has just managed to peel himself off of his couch after a Netflix binge and is settling into bed when his phone rings. He considers ignoring it, but it’s Toxic and well-

“Hey, Kent, what’s up?”

“Hi, sorry it’s late, but I need to ask you a favor. You’re not in bed yet, are you?”

“Nope,” Jeff lies as he rolls out of bed and pulls on a pair of discarded jeans from his floor. He really needs to do laundry. “What do you need?”

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fic: you know you’re supposed to keep it (parse/tater, past discussed jack/parse)

@des-zimbits wanted “fic where Tater tells Kent that Jack has a boyfriend he’s joyously in love with and telling his team about/introducing them to, and then Kent and Tater process the news and what it might mean for them?” and I thought… if Tater was so sure about Jack having a girlfriend earlier (obviously that could’ve been for show but go with me here), then that’d mean he and Kent are together but he still doesn’t know about Jack in Kent’s past… and then this story happened. Probably both more angsty and more about Jack/Parse than the prompt.

secrets you keep for so long they become a part of you

warnings: not sure of more exact tags, but Parse’s mental landscape is a Mess.  //  ~2k, also here on ao3.


“You never guess what Zimmboni just told me,” Tater says as soon as Kent opens up his Skype request. It’s funny: for years any mention of Jack would’ve stolen his attention, but right now all he can think about is his boyfriend, and how he fills up any space he’s in so attractively with his boundless energy. He’s bouncing on his bed right now, making the camera of his laptop jump, and Kent aches to be there, to feel that enthusiasm. He curses the length of almost two months that are marked out on both of their calendars until they’ll be able to see each other again.

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Clark Kent Fluffy Headcanons

Have some fluffy comfort superfam Clark stuff bc reasons

  • Okay, firstly, Clark is the sweetest
  • Feeling down or alone?
  • He’s there with whatever flavor of ice cream you want and a big hug
  • Doesn’t matter what’s bothering you
  • He cares because it’s you and he loves you
  • His hugs are the best
  • The guy probably smells great
  • And his hugs feel so safe and warm
  • Always down to cuddle (literally always)
  • Will try his best to recreate his mom’s pie
  • Fails miserably for the most part
  • But he’s hellbent on cheering you up
  • Even if he doesn’t know what to do or say he’s there
  • It hurts him to see you so upset
  • When you’re happy he’s still just a considerate and sweet guy
  • And even though he’s sweet and soft, he’s strong
  • He’s someone you can lean on when you feel alone
  • And he loves you unconditionally
  • No matter how you feel about yourself, he loves you
  • And he’ll remind you of that constantly.
  • Literally every other sentence is an “I love you.”
  • He cares and he wants to help

anonymous asked:

"What do you even see in me?" + Patater pleeeease

Hello hello! This is been so long so I’m sorry! I love writing patater though, so this was fun. I did an angsty Kent one, so I did this as angsty, insecure, Tater. 

Hope you enjoyyy


Alexei knew what he was good for. He knew he was good at hockey, he knew he was funny, he knew he was someone easy to talk to. He was a good friend.

So being with Kent was confusing to Alexei. Kent was sarcastic and bitter, often having to explain his humor to Alexei. He didn’t like to talk about his feelings as much, often falling silent when upset or emotional. Kent wanted him for a boyfriend.

It’s not that Alexei didn’t enjoy dating Kent, because he did. He felt happy with Kent, but something inside him made him wonder if he was good enough. Kent was so beautiful and so smart, where as Alexei was a little crooked and sometimes slow in understanding.

“Tater, what do you want to watch tonight? I don’t wanna watch another disney movie because it’s not as cute with us both crying. But we could watch-“ Kent pauses as he walks into the living room. Alexei’s sitting on the couch, staring at nothing. He quirks an eyebrow and says, “You okay babe?”

“What do you even see in me, Kenny?” Alexei asks softly. Kent snorts at first, going to sit down next to him. “I’m meaning it, I’m serious.” Alexei says pulling slightly. Kent’s stunned. Alexei was always so happy, so goofy and confident.

“What do I not see in you is probably a better question,” Kent answers after a while. “What do you mean? What brought this on?” He tries to give Alexei some space, but it hurts Kent to see him like this. Maybe Kent is a little closed off, but he works through his problems. He felt like their communication was much better than this.

“Just think about how pretty you are, how smart you are. You can have anyone, yet you here with me,” Alexei says a little stronger this time, “I’m worrying I put myself first instead of thinking of you. I am enough? No. What does Kent see?”

Kent thinks for a few seconds, sensing Alexei’s nervousness. He thinks he’s putting himself first, when he treats Kent amazingly.

“Alexei, you’re more than enough for me. You know how to handle me when I’m upset, you know how to make me smile. You can make me laugh with one word or one face, and you are one of the nicest people I know,” Kent starts, looking right at him. “You are so handsome, and just hot. I can’t believe you don’t see it. And maybe you don’t get all my jokes or references, but I love explaining them to you.” Kent finishes and they sit in silence for a while. Alexei takes a deep breath and pulls Kent into a hug, tucking his head into his boyfriend’s neck.

“Better?” Kent asks and gets mumbles and vibrations and response. He smiles gently and tugs his head up. “Plus you get along with Kit, no one can do that.” Alexei perks up and shoves Kent off of him and onto the couch. “What?”

“Have to find Kit now, is not movie night without princess.” Alexei answers and grins back at Kent.

“Traitor.”

“Well when I’m come back you can talk about how hot I am, I’ll do same,” Alexei says walking off, winking before he turns around fully. Kent only chuckles and goes to find a movie.

“That’s fine with me, but you better cuddle me when you get back.”

fin~

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If This is It

Aka a BittyJackDex fic (idfk what else to call them)

For the 14 Days of Love Fic-a-thon hosted by @softkent

Also on AO3


The day after Hazeapalooza, Shitty sat the frogs down and gave them the “Samwell Talk”.

“Because sex is somehow different here,” Dex chirped incredulously.

“No this is the ‘your emotions are valid and this happens to everyone’ talk,”  

Thus, Shitty commenced a long discussion about how typical it was for Frogs, of any sport, to develop crushes on their older teammates.

“We’re having this talk because all of you displayed some major crushin’ behavior last night,” Shitty waggles his eyebrows.

Dex averted his gaze, noticing how Chowder and Nursey were blushing profusely.

“No shame bras, but you should know you have two viable options.” Shitty held up two fingers, motioning to his index finger. “Numero uno, you decide that your feelings—while totally valid—are a phase and let them die out on their own. Numero dos, go talk to that person you have a crush on and hash it out. Not saying you won’t have to get over your feelings anyway. But closure can be nice.”  

“You said this happens to everyone?” Dex questions.

“Chyeah, I had the biggest crush on this guy on my line my Frog year,” Shitty grins with a conspiratory gleam in his eye.  “Sometimes it works out too. Like, the captain from that year is engaged to the goalie before Johnson.”

“What about you Bitty?” Nursey interjects.

Bitty’s face goes crimson, “oh well, I think I liked everyone at one point or another last year. But that was more of me realizing that there were men out there who could return my feelings if I had them. Y’all it’s really ok if your feelings are something you work through on your own. It’s whatever makes you comfortable.”

Dex thinks about how Nursey was drooling over Holster and how Chowder was trying not to make eye contact with Wicks. He knows why he’s involved with this shit. He remembers talking to Jack about his ass. But it doesn’t count. This isn’t some temporary crush for his beefed-up captain. This wasn’t his gay awakening or some shit that Nursey would probably assume of him (like he always does).

He was in hockey because of Jack Zimmermann.

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supercat week 3: day 1

Sunday, April 16 – Abilities; being near your soulmate gives you abilities/takes away abilities (e.g., healing injuries, immortality, powers, etc.)

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Prometheus

“What do you see when your soulmate is far away from you, daddy?” Kitty asks after the last page of Rapunzel turns, the hardcover shutting with a soft thump. Her father chuckles.

“I don’t see anything, sweetheart,” he says, Brooklyn accent familiar and comforting. “You mother and I don’t see through each other’s eyes like Rapunzel and Phillip. When I’m near her – not far away – my feelings are…amplified. It’s very strange – you know how daddy feels, yeah?”

“Like there’s a blanket over your head. So when you’re near mom, you can feel properly?”

“I already feel properly,” he corrects her, placing Rapunzel on the side-table. “The blanket just goes away. Everything gets very personal all of a sudden – my emotions get stronger and my physical feeling gets more sensitive. It was scary the first time it happened. Your mother was the same as me, but a little different and she always tried to run when it started.”

“And you chased her! Like Cinderella and Prince Florian!” Kitty sits up, grinning. “Mommy’s always shakes her head when she tells me about it, but it’s like what you said to me before, she shakes her head because she thinks it’s silly.”

“Mmm, yeah,” her father gently pushes her off his lap, standing. “Remind me to tell you about the corduroy incident when you’re older. Now, my little Kitty-cat, bedtime.”

“But dad-”

-

Cat never had any so-called ‘unusual trait’ when she was growing up. She wasn’t colour-blind, she didn’t have any sensitivity or strange tolerance that would disappear when her soulmate was nearby. She was the epitome of normal – and that grated on her. All around her, there were people with identifiable abilities or weaknesses. Only Lois was the same and they hated the world together, for a time, fucking in the privacy of their shared apartment before Lois met Superman and came to understand why she loved the sky so much.

“Being able to fly isn’t something you want to be able to do,” Cat later tells Carter, when he declares that he wants to fly like Lois Lane. “Lois isn’t invulnerable like Superman – if she flies, she has to stay side-by-side with the caped wonder in case she suddenly falls out of the sky. Also, she doesn’t have the Kryptonian strength to pull herself out of wind-currents. How do you think she dislocated her shoulder?”

Carter then, of course, gets terrified of flying, through no fault of his own. Cat sometimes wonders what meeting his soulmate would do to him. Being on the spectrum isn’t wrong – it makes him Carter and she worries. Her own parents both suffered terribly before making something of it, discovering new methods to cope. To cope. Being soulmates just made their personality disorders…for all her skills and talents, Cat can’t describe it properly. She just hopes with all her heart that being autistic isn’t something that finding his soulmate will ‘fix’.

-

Kara impresses something in her. Kara knows she hasn’t made a difference yet, but she wants to, she wants to find herself and do something good. That’s the kind of confidence Cat can do something with. Cat can build a person out of that, or rather, what Kara can build herself out of. She has potential.

Potential is good.

-

When Leslie attacks and Supergirl comes to her rescue, Cat sees it for the first time. Supergirl is brave, young and determined – much like her assistant. Cat thinks back, later, on all the instances she’s seen Supergirl up close and personal and comes to a stark conclusion, one that leaves her strangely confounded.

“I said you had potential. This was not what I had in mind,” she mutters to herself at home, Carter in bed and Supergirl’s picture on her desktop, staring up at the sky. “Really? I had an alien for an assistant and I didn’t notice? Where is my head? Has it fallen down a rabbit-hole?”

It must be fate, however, when she sees a column in The Daily Planet announcing Lois Lane’s marriage to Clark Kent.

“Clark Kent? Oh, that fox-” Cat would go on to bemoan the loss of such a fine specimen, but then she glances at her computer screen again, Kara’s picture alongside Supergirl’s. “Clark Kent. Clark…Kent.” Cat has already made up most of her mind before she manages to bring up a picture of Clark’s handsome face and Superman’s. “No. Now that is unfair.” A brief second passes, before Cat then remembers another fun fact. “Kara requested time off work this weekend – by all the Pulitzers I’ve won, no! Supergirl and Superman are cousins!”

Cat groans, putting her hands on her face.

“I can’t believe you, Keira! You went to Lois Lane’s wedding? I feel betrayed, Keira, betrayed.” Cat shuts her laptop, thoughts running through her mind, ping-ponging back and forth. “Kara went to Lois Lane’s wedding. Kara is Supergirl. Clark is Superman. Clark and Lois are soulmates. Kara went to Lois Lane’s wedding. Ugh…” Cat glances at her framed photo of Carter on her bedside table. “You know what the worst part is? I can’t talk to her about this. I can’t confront her in a glorious fury about attending my nemesis’ wedding. For all I know, she was just taking some time off, probably with that sister of hers.”

Cat goes to shut her eyes, but then she sees the flash of red through her open bedroom window. Sitting up slowly, Cat gets up, stalking over, raising her eyebrows.

“Are you spying on me, Kara?” There’s a long, long moment, before Cat glances a bit further up and sees Supergirl floating near the wall, clutching the end of her cape. “Get down to my level. I am not craning my neck any longer.”

Supergirl floats down, floating a little outwards, before Cat’s unimpressed look has her coming within touching distance.

“You have some explaining to do, Miss-I-Went-To-Lois’-Wedding.”

The alien grimaces. “She’s really not that bad.”

“Oh? Well, I invite her to tell you about the night that she rudely broke up with me, just because she started sharing Superman’s power of flight – oh wait, that would be Clark’s power of flight, wouldn’t it?”

“You and Lois were together?” Is the younger blonde’s reply, causing Cat to roll her eyes before she moves backwards, making space.

“Come inside.”

“I really shouldn’t…” Supergirl says, floating in anyway, lightly touching the ground, eyeing her plush green carpet. “I wouldn’t have taken you for green. White, maybe.”

“Carter chose it. It reminds him of moss.” Cat elaborates, before shutting her window, the cold breeze ruffling her silk chemise.

“Um, before we talk further, I think you have the right to know,” Supergirl starts, looking at her awkwardly…pityingly? “Lois, she didn’t- she couldn’t fly until she made out with him.”

It takes a second to process, but then it’s like a punch in the gut. “Oh,” she breathes, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Do soulmates work differently when it comes to aliens, then?”

“Y-yeah,” Supergirl brushes her hair behind her ear nervously, still holding her cape, grip visibly tightening. “Human soulmates find each other through detection of hormones each person puts out. Not all other beings have the glands to detect them. Kryptonians need to, uh…”

“Kiss.” Cat gets out, practically forcing the word to leave her mouth. “So you might have difficulty finding them then, yes?”

“Well, actually, we have our own way,” she replies, voice light and so full of nerves, Cat wonders at how she hasn’t had some sort of panic-attack yet. “We get…there’s a nicer word for it in Kryptonese, but translated, I suppose ‘obsessed’ would be appropriate.”

“Oh?” Cat blinks, thinking back to earlier times, when Clark Kent would look at Lois with recognisable longing. There had been so many bets on whether Lois would snark about it in front of him – he’d always turned red so easily – but she never did. She was strangely nice about it, too nice now that Cat thinks about it.

The “I’m sorry” interrupts her thoughts.

“What?” She snaps back to the present, frowning at Supergirl.

“I’m sorry,” the other woman repeats, “I’ve been lying to you for so long about who I am, what I am. I suppose you don’t really want an alien on your staff.”

“No,” Cat says, before taking in her expression and belatedly realising it could be seen as an agreement. “Of course, I mean, I do want you on my staff, Kara. Don’t think otherwise. You’re brilliant and I’ve never had a better assistant.”

The tension in Kara’s body visibly drops, her cape twisting back into position as she drops it, breathing a sigh of relief. “Thank-you.”

“Think nothing of it,” Cat shakes her head, before coming forwards. “One thing though, before you leave. You might call it idle curiosity.” Kara’s eyes widen as she steps into her personal space. “Also, getting back at Lois.”

“What?” Kara asks, voice worried.

Cat eyes her assistant, thinking of the implications. “This doesn’t have to mean anything, but I would like to kiss you, Kara, if you don’t mind.” Kara stares. Cat swallows. “You don’t have to. It doesn’t need to mean anything at all-”

“Yes.”

Cat pauses, “Yes?”

Kara surprises her then, hands coming up to her jaw, cradling it gently as their lips touch. Her lips are smooth and Cat somehow isn’t surprised by the taste of sugar as her tongue dips into her mouth. Cat clutches her skirt, nails digging into the skin below, but then Kara pulls away, squeaking and putting a hand over her mouth. Cat flushes at the pink smudge she’s left behind before discreetly wiping around her own bottom lip.

“That was very…lovely, Kara.”

“I- ah-” Kara steps back sharply, looking to the window. “I gotta go! There- there’s a cat up a tree!” Before Cat has any chance to reply to her frankly strange comment, Kara rushes to the window, opening it again and disappearing into the night.

“What in the blazes…” Cat looks out the window, nonplussed. Shaking her head, she goes to her bathroom, trying not to think about…what just happened and how she had liked it far more than she should. It meant nothing and anyway, what harm can one kiss do other than inspire far more awkwardness at the office? I hate awkwardness.

Cat grimaces at herself in her mirror.

Dammit.

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anonymous asked:

you're such a great writer like honestly?? thank you?? for being so wonderful????? even ur headcanons like the patater 1am grocery run make me tear up :'))))

Aww, you’re so sweet!! Thank you for reading!!!! <3 Here’s some more patater grocery runs:



“I think careful cooking is love, don’t you? The loveliest thing you can cook for someone who’s close to you is about as nice a valentine as you can give.” – Julia Child.

Kent can’t figure out why he and Alexei always have serious conversations in the supermarket when it’s 1 AM. (1.7K, patater)


“You know,” Kent says, as he carries three tubs of Ben and Jerry’s to their cart, “I think I’m actually lactose intolerant.”

“What’s that mean?” Alexei asks. He’s cradling bread in one arm and vodka in the other like they’re his children. He’s also very tired from the flight from Providence, because he’d been in Vegas for approximately 20 minutes when Kent realized that they had no groceries in the fridge and that they both ate ridiculous, hockey-player-sized portions of food.

“Like I’m allergic to milk,” Kent replies, pulling the cart forward to the cereal aisle.

Alexei eyes the three tubs of ice cream in the cart. “Ice cream have milk,” he offers.

“I know,” Kent says, without making a move to stop. Like Alexei is the dumb one.

“What happens when you have milk?” Alexei tries.

“Oh, my stomach just feels like it wants to curl inwards and collapse,” Kent says. “And then I lie on the floor with Kit until I feel better. I was fine in elementary school, though. It only got worse about two years ago.”

“How you stay alive for so long?”

“Not sure,” Kent answers blithely. “But ice cream is so good. And cheese. You know, I used to think that it was just a thing that happened with ice cream, like, the pain and suffering? I thought it was a myth. Like being allergic to gluten. Think about it, were cavemen gluten free? Was Michelangelo? I don’t think so.”

“Kent, I’m too tired for argue,” Alexei says, suppressing another yawn. “But you stupid.”

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polyamorousparson  asked:

19 + bittyparse

50 A Softer World Prompts

When I look at you all I can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. (The future’s so bright.)

This is also in the same universe as Now or Never (thanks again for listening to me ramble about that, Kat)

“So, what’s it like in Vegas?” Bitty’s cousin Robert (Bobby) asks Kent half way through lunch.

When Bitty had invited Kent to come for the 4th of July, he’d warned him about his family. More specifically, he’d warned him that they had a tendency to chatter.

“Y’know,” Kent shrugs, “dry heat—douchebags shouting on every street corner. Lots of booze and gambling.”

Bitty discreetly rolls his eyes. As if any of that was a bad thing in Kent’s book.

Bobby whistles. “Must attract a lot of…strange folks.”

Kent takes another bite of his potato salad. “I guess. I’m probably the biggest freak out there.”

“Kent,” Bitty huffs.

“What? You gotta admit I’m out there-Dicky,” Kent snorts at the nickname Suzanne revealed to him two days ago when he landed in Atlanta. “Short, millionaire playboy. I’m like Tony Stark with more charm and less wits.”

“You have an incorrigible sense of humor,” Bitty chirps. “That’s all.”

“Tomato, potato,” Kent hums.

“I gotta ask,” Randy interrupts. “Is your team the queer one?”

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anonymous asked:

Wouldn't it be funny if Chris Kent/Zod and Damian actually became closer to each other because of their similar stick-in-my-ass personality rather than with Jon? (assuming at some point chris turns good)

Jon turned his head away from the TV as his older brother Chris came stomping down the stairs he always stomped. Jon had asked his mom about that when Chris first came to live with them and she’d said “it’s a teenager thing” which made no sense because Chris was 12. Chris flipped his long brown hair out of his eyes. Well his eye, the left one, the right side of his head was shaved to a fine fuzz, but the hair on his left side was long and straight. He was in jeans and a gray hoodie, he popped the hood up as he headed for the door. 

“Hey where you going?” Jon said he’d hoped this rainy day in, alone, without their parents would be a chance to have fun with his new(ish) brother. Chris turned back looking like he was surprised to see Jon there. “Uh me and Damian were gonna do a thing” Jon perked up at this. Before Chris Damian and him had always hung out, fought crime, they’d been The Super Sons. “Can I come?” Jon asked hopefully. Chris looked away slightly embarrassed “uh nah not this time it’s like, big kid stuff, just stay here, if Lo-mom calls tell her where I went and that I’ll be back for dinner” 

The door closed behind Chris and Jon jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen window. Just in time to watch Chris shoot straight into the sky, a gray blurry line streaking into the sky. Jon slouched over to the freezer and pulled out some ice cream, and grabbed a spoon. He dug in. He couldn’t fly yet, couldn’t do a lot of things Chris could do easily, maybe he’d never be able to do those things. Not only was Chris 2 years older, he was 100% Kryptonian, unlike Jon who was half human. 

Around noon his mom called him. She didn’t seem too worried about Chris which was annoying she always wanted to know just where Jon was. She was dealing with some “breaking news” so wouldn’t be home tonight. Jon’s dad was already busy off world. “Just have Chris make you something” His mom said, which made Jon feel upset and angry. It sounded like Chris was his baby sitter not his brother, like Chris could take care of himself and Jon, but Jon couldn’t be trusted to make a sandwich. 

He wasn’t a baby he thought after saying good bye to his mother on the phone. He was Superboy after all, well he used to be Superboy. With Chris always hanging out with Damian these days he wasn’t sure he really was Superboy any more. He slumped back to eat more ice cream.

It was already dark when Chris came in the back door. Jon sat on the couch, he felt a little sick from too much ice cream and he was crying. Chris had said he’d be back for dinner, but 6 o’clock when they always had dinner had come and gone. It was 8:30 now almost his bed time and his brother hadn’t shown up. Jon felt abandoned and had started crying. He’d gotten used having Chris around when his parents were out, and he felt very alone in the dark house now. 

Chris froze when he heard a snuffle from the couch. “Uh Jon?” 

“yeah” Jon managed his voice thick with tears. “Um where’s mom?” Chris asked. “out” Jon sounded angry. “you like okay?” Chris said shuffling his feet. “yeah I’m fine” Jon wiped his eyes. Chris circled around to stand in front of Jon he looked around like he was trying to find someone else to talk to Jon for him. Finally he looked at Jon and managed “what’s wrong?” Jon crossed his arms over his chest. “Nothing, why should something be wrong, you just showed up one day and took my best friend, my life. He likes you better than he ever liked me, you’re older, you can fly! Damian wants to hang out with the real Superboy!” he started to cry again, it took a minute before he choked out the next part “he wants to be friends with the next Superman!” 

Chris looked at him and blinked slowly. Chris bent his knees till his face was level with Jon’s and he put his hands on Jon’s knees. He looked into Jon’s eyes. “Jon, you’re Superboy, I’m not Superboy, I don’t want to be Superboy, I don’t want to be Superman. My whole life my dad, uh Zod, wanted me to grow up to be him, to do just what he did. I know it’s like hard for you to get this, because you want to be your dad, I hated it. I got a new dad, and he’s great, I got a new life with a great brother, even if he is a crybaby” Jon gave him a look before letting out a wet laugh “and I can be whatever I want. I don’t know if I want to be a super hero Jon, I think I do, that’s what Damian’s helping me figure out. If I do become a super hero Jon I’m not gonna be Superboy, I’m gonna be my own thing. I’m your brother not your replacement”

“sorry” Jon said wiping his eyes and feeling like a real jerk. Chris patted his knee and got up, “It’s fine dude” He said “what you have for dinner?” Jon looked away sheepish “uh ice cream?” Chris rolled his eyes. “Be right back” he said and in a flash he was gone, a few minutes later he returned with a large pizza from an all night pizza place in New York they both liked. As Chris lifted a slice of pizza his mouth he looked at Jon and said “It’s not true you know”

“what?” Jon looked at him confused. “That Damian likes me better, dude he hates me.” 

Jon’s eyes widened “really?”

“oh yeah, he’s always saying how much I suck, how you’re better at everything than I am. I’m sorry that’s why I haven’t wanted you to come, I didn’t want to get shown up by my little brother. That’s dumb, it’ll be more fun with you there, next time okay?” Jon smiled so big it looked like his face was gonna split “next time” he echoed. 

neshapink9  asked:

15 and patater please

Ohhhh, Patater! My boys! Yasss! Thanks for sending this one in, it’s totally my jam *_____*

#15 (A Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss) + Patater (NSFW! This got way out of hand and way more dirty than I ever planned.)


Kent can’t believe he’s here. He can’t believe he’s in this situation, again. 

He’d always thought he’s way too old to make out in a broom closet after a game, high on adrenalin but well, here he is, humping Tater’s thigh like his life depends on it, chasing his high. 

“Fuck, Alexei, you have to be quiet. If they find us we’ll never live it down,” he whispers in his ear as Tater lets out a loud moan that echos against the walls of the closet.

“Can’t. Is too hot. You too sexy, can’t keep voice in,” Tater mumbles against his skin before he bites down hard and Kent hisses.

He rakes his fingers through Tater’s hair, forces the taller man’s lips away from the skin of his neck and right against his own lips. The kiss is sloppy and wet and normally Kent doesn’t like those kind of kisses but today is different. This is different. 

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anonymous asked:

prompting either patater h/c fic or sickfic because i've had a reallllllllly long day and your writing gives me life and I could really use some life right about now.

Alexei’s in the hospital, and Kent hasn’t slept in nearly eighteen hours.

He hates hospitals. He hates everything about them; the antiseptic, sterile feel to them that reminds Kent of the color teal, the anxious faces in the waiting room, the doctors and nurses rushing by urgently. He’d spent one of his worst nights at the hospital, vowing to never repeat that again if he can help it, but here he is, after a nonstop flight from Vegas to Providence, holding on to his boyfriend’s hand while Alexei himself sleeps as Kent leans his face on the railings of the bed. The doctors say Alexei’s stable, that everything will be okay, but Kent remembers being in his apartment, watching the Falconers home game, seeing the exact moment when Alexei fell to the ice and did not get up and feeling his heart lurch into his throat.

He’s not exactly sure when he dozes off, and what time it is when he wakes up, but Alexei is gripping his hand back. Kent jolts immediately, trying to not just fall apart at how small Alexei looks with all those bandages and casts.

“Oh God, baby, you’re up,” Kent says. “Do you want me to call a nurse? Do you want water? Can I—”

“Kenny,” Alexei says, his voice quiet and raspy. Kent’s never heard it like this; he’s always been loud and boisterous, full of life. Kent doesn’t know what to do with this Alexei. “You here? How?”

“Doesn’t matter. Do you need anything?” Kent whispers. “I’m here, just tell me—”

Alexei only closes his eyes and sighs, “Shh, Kenny. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He squeezes Kent’s hand, like Kent’s the one who needs to be comforted. “You here now.”

“God,” Kent says again, closing his eyes and stilling his breathing. He can’t cry in front of Alexei. He’s not even the one with their arm in a sling. “Fuck. Fuck, Alexei.”

“Come up here,” Alexei insists. “Lie with me.”

“I—is that safe? For you?” Kent swallows. “I know they do it in the movies, but I don’t—”

“Is okay. It will help.” Alexei gives him a small smile. “Please?”

Kent doesn’t need to be told twice. He shuffles up onto the bed, onto the little mattress space left and resting his head on Alexei’s good arm. Alexei lets out a breath of air contently, letting Kent settle into a more comfortable position as he rubs circles on Kent’s forearm with his thumb.

“Feel better already,” Alexei says, and Kent huffs a wet laugh. “Kenny, pull IV from arm, then I’m drive us home.”

“God, no,” Kent says. “This hospital stay is gonna be expensive,” he jokes weakly, because the other option is to tear up. “I fucking hate hospitals.”

“Me, too,” Alexei responds, then murmurs. “We should be marry. Get insurance together. Maybe get house, too.”

Kent thinks he can feel Alexei’s heartbeat, steady and warm and solid, but that may as well just be his own heart thundering in his chest. “Is that even how insurance works?” he manages, his throat thick.  

“Don’t know,” Alexei admits. “Just know good idea we marry.”

Kent snuggles closer, trying to avoid the bruised skin as he softly kisses the unbruised part of Alexei’s jaw.

“Right,” he says, closing his eyes. “I think so, too.”

(Some Falconers come in the next day, tiptoeing in carefully with balloons and flowers while Kent sleeps on, tucked safely in Alexei’s arms still. 

“Who the hell is this?” Marty asks, setting the flowers down.

Thirdy blinks in realization as he begins, “Wait, isn’t this–”

“Is Kenny,” Alexei says quietly, beaming. “Husband one day.”) 

When Jeff took the job with the Aces, he knew nothing about hockey beyond what he read on their Wikipedia page ten minutes before the interview.

It had been a stroke of good luck that he happened to know a friend of a friend that got somehow got his portfolio on the desk of someone important with the hockey team. The next thing he knew getting offered a job with the PR team that paid three times more than what what the newspaper could offer him.

So, Jeff moved out to Las Vegas with barely any time to pack up his belongings, and the next day, he was finishing up the last of the paper work. After the morning of grueling meetings, Jeff went to go see the team on the ice. He wanted to practice getting a few shots to get an idea of how he was going to photograph them during games. He did know how to get a good photo while the athletes were in motion, but he’d never done hockey before.

Jeff watched for a bit from the stands. The plays they were practicing were beyond his understanding, but it was fascinating to watch them skate with an unexpected grace as they chased after the puck. He got a couple of shots in and decided that they weren’t bad.

At the end of practice, Jeff started to pack up his camera when he realized that one of the guys had come up to him. The guy was still in his gear, though the helmet was tucked under an arm. His wild, blond hair was damp from sweat and pushed back carelessly. Jeff immediately recognized him as the captain, Parson.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” Parson said thoughtfully as he assessed Jeff. 

“I’m new,” he explained after he’d introduced himself.

“I know.“ Parson’s tone was innocent, but the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. “I would have noticed you.”

Jeff, for a brief moment, thought he’d misheard, but Parson smirked, and that was when Jeff knew he was in trouble.

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canon au! halfway between a fic and a headcanon, 4k, rated M, pimms but eventual pb&j. originally plotted out live in the OMGCP IRC chat but then I cleaned it up to post here. promise it turns out alright. so just read it idk.

  • What if Kent hadn’t been a dick at Epikegster, and he and Jack started dating again?
  • Like, there’s so much history there. It would have been so easy. If Kent had just come to Jack as a friend, had just said, “I miss you. Where do you think you’re gonna play? I want to be in your life again, no matter where you go.”
  • Jack misses Kent too. He always has. And if Kent hadn’t used I miss you like a weapon, Jack might have… actually wanted to kiss him back.
  • Obviously Bitty would notice right away that something is different with Jack, because he has a crush the size of Montana. He’s paying attention.
  • So then Bitty would have to watch as Jack and Kent talked more and more—first just texts, then phone calls, then Skype sessions most nights, Jack laughing loudly enough that Bitty can hear him through the door. Jack would start mentioning Kent in conversation, telling stories about him, and it’s just little things… but Bitty notices. Kent even comes to visit, too, a couple of times. Jack starts leaving some weekends to go to Vegas.
  • and it’s………………. a pretty awful day, honestly, the day Bitty realizes Jack isn’t straight but he’s into someone else.

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“We need to talk.” Jack holds the phone tightly in his hand, fingers white-knuckled.

“You get to say that now–” he can hear the frustration in Kent’s voice. Then, a sigh. “You’re right, though.” 

Ken stretched his legs out, puts them on top of the ottoman. “Let’s make a list. Shall we talk about how you left me? How didn’t talk to me for four years? How you chose a team across the country from me? How you only call me when you want something?”

“Kenny…” Jack stops. “We both owe each other a lot of apologies. I didn’t call to do that now.” Jack waits. He lifts his free hand and puts two fingers between his collarbones where he can feel his pulse hammering.

“What do you want?” Kent doesn’t sound angry anymore. He just sounds tired.

Jack sighs. “I want…I want to magically be able to be queer in the NHL.”

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soooo this is my false start to my kvp birthday bash fic which i’ll never finish because it’s essentially the same fic as Watched It Begin Again with a different starting point and a slightly different premise. but i also really like parts of it? so. i’m just gonna post it. whatever. there’s a couple places where there are just notes instead of an actual scene so sorry about that.

pre-pbj (but mostly hints of bittyparse if anything). 3k, rated m for some sauciness but there’s nothing super explicit.

It starts with a text message:

Zimms
Bitty says I should talk to you.

It’s 4pm on a Wednesday toward the end of the off season. Kent had been sitting on his balcony, drinking a protein smoothie and enjoying being outside. The moment before his phone buzzed, he’d just been hoping the sun wouldn’t give him too many new freckles.

And then. That.

Kent has no idea what to say. And who’s Bitty? Is that supposed to be a person?

Zimms
Like, clear the air.

The moment drags on for too long. Kent could pretend that he never saw it and not respond, but it’s too fucking weird to ignore.

Finally Kent sends, Okay?

And then his phone starts buzzing. Because Jack is calling him. So they can talk. What the absolute fuck.

Kent slides his finger across the screen and puts the phone up to his ear.

The first thing he says is, “This is really weird, Jack.”

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