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Zhenya is re-looping the hair elastic around Alina’s braid when he becomes aware there’s someone standing in the doorway. He glances up, and his hands freeze in place.

Sidney fucking Crosby is standing there, looking hesitant, with a half-empty water bottle dangling from one hand.

Bennguin 💚⭐️

Jamie/Tyler Fic Recs

My favorite bennguin fics. Extra sappy with a side of smut. 

Door to Door by  Ferritin4 | 10.1K

“It’s three in the morning,” Jamie says. On cue, a dog pokes its head around the corner to the entryway and bounces over to the — to this guy. It’s followed by another, browner dog, and Jamie has a moment of surrealist sleep-deprived horror where he imagines an infinite string of dogs forever bounding gleefully towards —

“I work two jobs. I’m Tyler,” Tyler says, extending his hand. “Do you want to come in?”

Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.

dumb love thing by  cornfields | 16.5K

Jamie would explain that he couldn’t call Tyler anymore because the dumb love thing is getting worse, and that Tyler deserves buddies that are normal and cool and didn’t spend a good ten years unable to string sentences together. Tyler already has a million buddies that are super fucking chill and rad and whatever else Tyler likes to say when he’s drunk and shirtless. “Don’t stop calling,” Tyler insists. “I hate it when people stop calling.”

texas heat by  Rest | 9.7K

He can’t pretend getting traded didn’t gut him. He gave that city his all, and some part of him really thought it was going to be a for-life thing. But he can see, now, that Boston wasn’t actually that good for him. Dallas is giving him a chance to be better.

He doesn’t think being better includes creeping on his dog walker, but whatever. Nobody’s perfect.

something good and right and real by  blamefincham, thistidalwave | 15.4K

Jamie stares at him for a long moment, blinking slowly. “You…what?”

“Told her I’d bring you to the wedding and tell everyone the story of how we realized we’re in love?” Tyler repeats. “It’s in Florida. This weekend. Uh, I hope you don’t have plans?”

“But we’re not…in love,” Jamie says, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still true.

“No, we’d have to pretend,” Tyler says.

Already Winning by  lightgetsin | 14.4K

Which was how Jamie found himself on the living room floor of Tyler’s unfurnished house in the middle of the best third date of his life, arguing over sex toy assembly.

personal relations by  bluejayys | 13.1K

“Okay everyone,” Tyler says, grinning wildly. “Welcome to my very special social media seminar: How Not to Be a Dick on the Internet.” He pauses, and then honest to God winks at Jamie. “Some of you might want to take notes.”

In which Tyler is the new Stars PR guy and Jamie doesn’t like to bunch mox. He does, as it turns out, like to duck sick, though.

say geronimo by  Menacherie | 4.6K

Jamie learns how to cook and gets love advice from soccer moms.

Wear Your Apron High by  lupinus, reallyyeahokay, uraneia | 7.9K

Tyler gets knocked up and then his good-for-nothing cheating husband gets his fool self killed. Luckily his friend Jordie has a farm and the need for an extra set of hands. He also has a really cute brother. Too bad Jamie doesn’t seem to like Tyler much.

Non-Optional Tickets to the Trainwreck by  ice_hot_13 | 16.3K

College!AU; Tyler makes a horrible first impression on Jamie when he transfers to Dallas, and that’s really just the latest disaster in Tyler’s life.

So Let’s Raise the Bar (And Our Cups to the Stars) by  Brioux | 15.1K

It’s all Jordie’s and Jason’s fault. At least, that’s what Jamie will say later. 

I’ve always liked Pedro.

Andre Burakovsky and Nick Sorensen, WJC 2014 Team Sweden [x]

AO3 Works

Starstruck-  The first time Geno sees Sidney Crosby he’s crying into Tanger’s shoulder as Sid learns how to walk again on the big screen.

Thalassophile-  Thalassophile- (n.) a lover of the sea, someone who loves the sea, ocean

Sugar Shack-  Sid and the farm were in a bad spot, the worst spot, when Geno showed up on his doorstep with the help wanted ad that Sid put in the paper clutched in his hand.

Handstands For You-  Geno starts his day by eating breakfast in front of the TV and ends up sponsoring a youth gymnastics teams.

Let It Grow-  He doesn’t know a lot about Geno but after thirty years he feels like he has a pretty good understanding of himself. He’s pretty sure he has a crush on his neighbor.

Sillage-  Sillage: (n.) the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume

Selcouth- Evgeni is six years old and sits with his chin in his hands in front of his bedroom window watching the snow fall.It’s coming down in big, fat, flakes that coat the grass and the pavement.A car comes down the street sideways and bumps into his neighbor’s mailbox. Evgeni sits up straight and doesn’t breathe until the driver gets out and looks up at the sky without a scratch on him.His neighbor comes out of his house and instead of getting angry looks up at the sky as well, baffled.Tomorrow is September 1st.It’s Evgeni’s first day of school and he doesn’t want to go.

A Kingdom Or This- It’s Zhenya and Sid, Sid and Zhenya. Soon they race off before they’re even dismissed, feet stomping across the floor and in their hurry to get outside and enjoy the warm weather before the leaves change and the snow falls.Weeks turn to months which pass into years and they grow closer and closer .Zhenya brings books in his native language and they sit together in the tall grass as Zhenya helps Sid sound out words.Sid teaches him how to tie knots and how to sail, pulling him out of the water on more than one occasion, wings heavy with water and spluttering and then laughing when Sid dumps him into the bottom of the boat.They grow up together.

Oneirataxia-  Oneirataxia- (n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

I Am But Clay- He swings his head around to look at the clock above the door. The instructor is five minutes late and Sid starts to fidget, his knee hitting the underside of the wheel and when he pulls it away there’s a streak of dried clay across his jeans.“So sorry I’m late, traffic, didn’t leave on time. You know.”Sid looks up at the man that’s torn into the room like a hurricane.He’s long limbed and graceful as he squeezes past the chairs on the opposite side from Sid.He struggles with the strap of his cross-body bag, knocking his toque off his head and revealing a mess of brown hair.When he finally lifts the strap over his head his grey coat and black t-shirt ride up revealing a strip of skin right above the waistband of his jeans.Sid stares until he lowers his arms and drops his bag onto the chair behind his desk. He shrugs out of his jacket and Sid catches the shape of his arm before he forces himself to look away.

Sid’s Sweets-  There is an empty storefront across the street from Geno’s favorite Russian bakery in Pittsburgh.

Close To You-  Sid experiences a scoring slump. It’s starting to get to him.

Shoot Out Score-  Sid finally breaks the drought. Kind of.

Three Points Between Them- Goal 

Overtime Goal-  Geno’s waiting for him in his suit in the hallway as the team comes off the ice and he pulls him to the side.

Secret-SidGeno-Writer-Prompts-  Prompts from my tumblr.

Woken Up My Heart-  They met by accident, fate, Geno always says, three years ago.

Solivagant-  Sid starts the day with five pills in his pocket. He takes one with lunch, always. Sometimes takes another before dinner. It depends how he feels.“It’s for my knee,” he says if anyone at work gives him a funny look. “Pain pill.”They nod like they understand, like it’s not a problem.Which it wouldn’t be except Sid’s knee isn’t the part of him that still hurts.

Veni, Vidi, Amavi -  We came, we saw, we loved.

Shears To Us - (collaboration with @knifeshoeoreofight) “Be right there,” he says to the new customer. He’s halfway to his feet when he looks up for the first time.All he sees are thick, black curls. The kind most people would die for, and even more, pay for. Next is the handsome face and strong jaw and full lips curling around his words when he says that he’s not in a rush.

Plus Ryan laughing + hug