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bergiesims · 4 months

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Is it possible to love a gaming mouse at first click? 🐍

#razer #razer basilisk v3 #bergie asks

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ullybug · 1 month

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brad/bergy with the word "small" for the ask game?

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5(***) sentence fic about it.

The arena lights are blinding, the crowd deafening, and the moment monumental, but he still takes a moment to pause. These are the last few seconds he has to himself before a big part of his life changes forever. Irrevocably.

The memory that Brad lingers on is one worn smooth with age and repeated recall: standing in front of a hotel mirror after another rough, chippy game in the early days. Barely done sweating, half undressed, he'd been wasting his time rubbing his fingers over the bridge of his nose and letting some nothing-comment about his face from some long-forgotten player get to him. Plaintive, muttering to himself, he'd said, "It couldn't have been smaller?"

Then there'd been Bergy, peaking through the bathroom doorframe with that nosey way no one believes he sometimes has. At first breath there's concern, followed by the pleased expression of a man who'd thought of the perfect joke. "Aren't you small enough already?" he had asked Brad, coming from behind to set his hands on his hips and the full weight of his body across his shoulders.

Brad had grunted, shifted his stance to take the weight and hold them both upright. It hadn't occurred to him to complain (nor would it ever). He let himself be goaded into replying, "Hey, now. I'm proud of my size!"

And beyond the shitty joke, he really was, he is -- all of this power and ability is no coincidence, not in the way that genetics can be, and he's always put the work in to making his body a worthy reflection of his passion for the game. Anyone could chirp him for his height, but not for that. His vanity, maybe, but not that he didn't have anything worth flaunting.

Pat had smirked, then, as though Brad was a hapless woodland creature that had just stumbled right into his trap. "Some parts of you are small and some" -- a hint of a leer, a squeeze of his hips -- "are big, but they're all pieces of the person you've made yourself into. You made it here and you make your own choices now. No one can deny you any of that. And I happen to like this person a lot, which should be worth something, too, hm?"

At the time, Brad had laughed a little, smiled coyly, and led Bergy away from his lapse into insecurity and vulnerability (which looked a lot like luring him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom). The moment had faded into a song and dance Brad was more familiar with, where affection could be given and taken in ways that pleased them both and the only underbelly he had to expose was the one he'd sculpted into perfection. There was no risk to be had there, but plenty of reward -- and Bergy. In hindsight, Brad had always had Bergy.

In the days and weeks and years following that hotel room, he's pulled the memory of their conversation out on quiet nights to turn Bergy's words over and over again in his mind, trying to decide if Brad could ever agree with them -- agree with the way Pat saw him, then.

Eventually, he'd come to peace with them, where they no longer prickled over his darker thoughts and made him want to lash out just to prove Pat wrong for once. Then, something close to acceptance came, where he knew Patty to be right even if he couldn't quite believe him.

As it does, a lot has changed in the time since that conversation. Here and now, Brad takes his first steps onto the ice as the captain of the Boston Bruins, all while remembering the way Patrice had smiled at him through the mirror as he spoke those words about becoming directly into his heart. Brad knows that these next steps will take him somewhere completely new, to moments he never expected and through a solitude he never could have wanted -- but, even then, Brad will carry forward the pieces of flesh and memory that shape him. He will carry them into these new places and make them a home.

With a proud, steady breath, he lifts his face to the crowd.

#everyone give it up for short kings we love short kings in this house (<- guy who is significantly shorter than BRAD MARCHAND of all people)#sorry that these don't focus so much on bergy he makes me nervous. i don't have a good hold of his vibe #this one is... 700 words. it kind of got away from me. whoops. anon i hope you like it sdlktgtjnseljrgn #brad marchand #patrice bergeron #mine own fic #ask game #anonymous

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patrice-bergerons · 27 days

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Dead ass want to thank my friend who pushed me to go resolve some of this boston trauma which in turn enabled me to watch hockey again because I still got to have so many games with Jack at the tail end of this season but he struggled enough with getting why I was devastated over bergys retirement as is, I have no idea how I'd explain a) the concept of a regional sports channel b) why our play-by-play guy was the absolute best

#throwbaxk to when i found out abt bergys retirement while in the office #we went out to get coffee #i burst into tears when we were hardly out the door #and when he asked what happened #he misheard me and thought i said bergy had killed himself??#(i think I was acting like somebody had died to his credit(#but then i had to explain if that had been the case i would not be there talking to him #bc id be too busy throwing *myself* into the thames

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loserdudes · 1 year

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I just read an article about Bergy's agent Kent Hughes trying to convince him to play for Montreal back in 2013 for a $9.something million contract but he refused and decided to take a lower contract with the Bruins instead and this man is just everything to me and this team the fact that we get him UGH

i saw that video a few days ago! video attached here for anyone that didn’t but patrice is amazing i love him (not to mention brad refusing to take more than patrice)

#asks #anonymous #boston bruins #hockey #patrice bergeron #brad marchand #also fun note about kent hughes is he’s no longer bergys agent cause he’s the habs gm lol

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nicohischier · 1 year

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“Should get a selkie but Bergeron exists” well i have great news on that front

okay but even tho im not a bruins fan i still kinda want bergeron to stick around (if hes healthy obvs) for a few more seasons, even if its at the expense of a nico selke win 😭

#maybe its just a me thing #but i have a few guys in the league where im like. i dont fuck with your team. but i want good things for you #and bergys one of them #asked and answered #anonymous

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munch4march · 1 year

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This one isn't even an hc it's real. Brad sits at Patrice's feet in the locker room. Something something kneeling before your god in order to kiss his feet-[gunshot]

NO BC WHY DOES HE ACTUALLY DO THIS

MY MAN IS A DEVOTEE FOR REAL

fuck

now i am. singing "just another bergy de-vo-tee" in my head

what have you cursed me with reporter

#sharky got an ask #JUST ANOTHAH JUST ANOTHER OH OH #JUST ANOTHER JUST ANOTHER OH OH JUST ANOTHER JUST ANOTHER OH OH JUST ANOTHER BERGY DEVOTEE

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bergiesims · 1 month

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#simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #bergie asks

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simmyfrobby · 9 months

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are you ok?? are u recovering well lol

NO????????

#thanks for asking but dude look at berGYS HAND

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ullybug · 1 month

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brad/bergy, “small” for the ask game :)

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5* sentence fic about it.

Patrice knows that, despite all of the evidence on the contrary, sometimes the thing Brad wants most in the world is to feel small.

Their job can come with a heavy weight and the role Brad has taken upon himself weighs on him just as much as any other. The two of them find their different ways to become imposing for the ice -- it's just that they don't live their entire lives on the ice.

Behind closed doors, Brad will occasionally shrink down into a man made of gentle angles, soft edges, and an open expression. This is the part of him that can't exist during a game, on a broadcast, or in front of an audience. His vulnerability is a private affair and, just on these occasions, Patrice doesn't fight the urge to put him somewhere safe.

And Patrice is of the opinion that the safest place for Brad is where Patrice can watch over him, so that's what he does: he settles into place behind Brad and holds the line. He can loom large enough to fill the space Brad leaves behind. He's ready and willing to take the weight for a little while -- it's nothing, compared to the way Brad puts his body on the line for him on the ice, but Patrice is proud to do it.

If Brad needs to feel small, Patrice is fine with that -- so long as he does it at Patrice's feet.

#you guys know the thing where brad used to stretch out on the floor at bergy's feet right? we know about that? thats what im on about #does anyone Have That also. i cant find it and im losing my mind #patrice bergeron #brad marchand #mine own fic #ask game #anonymous #this is ten lines for the two asks but i had an idea so i might still write another

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fvcking-damage · 1 year

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Love the Czech line cause ik they're out there speaking Czech on the ice and confusing the enemy. Meanwhile, Jake knows how to say baguette and Brad can say all the curse words in French

idk in which episode of behind the b either pasta or zacha had the mic and they were speaking czech to each other and i was like huh! that’s nice!

nah you’re not giving jake enough credit. i’d add omelette du fromage and voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir

#ryan got an ask #anon ask #and bergy being ? i don’t want to sleep with you

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wexhappyxfew · 16 days

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Oooh, those prompts sure do look amazing… the touch one??? I’m so unsure on which one I might be in a crisis….

Soo… after muuuch deliberation, may ask about nr. 17 (holding the other’s chin up) with my girl Carrie? (I have to stay loyal to her, though I love all the other Silver Bullets girls equally)

Thank you 💖

- Carrie anon

carrie anon my apologies for how incredibly late this is (along with the other prompts sitting in the askbox lol) finals season will forever be a struggle lmao. BUT! i'm taking a mental break and here we are with a piece for my beans, carrie x dougie, carrie anon!! :D VERY excited to post this, we get a bit more with carrie's feelings as she's pretty good at hiding them (but not great with hiding them lol). so please enjoy!!

bergie doesn't strike out

(a/n): for the carrie x dougie girlies because this prompt i enjoyed and i figured i'd add some more to carrie's background - a struggle to fit in, to feel wanted, in a time of war. yeah, she's going through it to say the least and in some way, we all can get why :'( please enjoy!

Carrie watched from behind her shot glass as James Douglass waltzed over to the congregating group of Clubmobile girls and talked his talk, pulling out his lighter and offering to light up cigarettes, only before making quite the show of winking and meandering away back towards where he had been previously stood with Hambone and Murphy. She watched him let out a barking laugh before pointing to their cups and nodding to the bar. And that's when he started waltzing over to the bar, where she was stood, rather enjoying her stare-down with her shot glass instead of having to focus on him.

"Carrie Achterbeg, haven't seen you in a minute." she heard him say as he approached - which albeit was the truth. She hadn't come out to one of these in a couple of weeks. After that awkward misunderstanding with one of the guys from the 418th - radio operator, kind eyes, but horrible ego - after he had tried to plant one on her, she didn't want anything to do with the flying club, drinks and pilots. Tonight though was different. And after those last few missions, she needed some sort of melancholy distraction, even if it were a shot or two stood alone at the bar.

"Aren't you a sight for sore ey-" Carrie glanced over at James Douglass and shoved him in the shoulder roughly before throwing back her shot and sighing.

"Don't finish that sentence." she managed out, coughing briefly and then looked at him.

"Dually noted." Dougie said, before leaning up on the bar next to her and watching the side of her face, "What's eating you?" Carrie let out a dry laugh and looked over at him.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she said, before lowering your voice, "struck out, huh?" Dougie raised a brow in her direction and she nodded over his shoulder.

"Tatty, Helen, Virginia…." Carrie said, "Christ, Dougie, you struck out and you struck out hard." Dougie rolled his eyes and leaned more against the bar and nodded to the tender.

"Struck out is a strong word to use in that sense-"

"Sure as hell is currently the right word-"

"There's other words-"

"Struck out is as good as it comes." Carrie said to him and he took the beer from the tender and sighed, before taking a long sip. She watched him for a moment, biting the inside of her lip and then glanced back at her empty shot glass.

She was just punchy, she wasn't in the best of moods, and James Douglass was beginning to grow on her in ways she hadn't expected nor entirely wanted. And her mind was trying to ignore it.

"Why haven't you been coming recently?" Dougie asked her as he casually sipped on his beer, eyes wandering out to the dance floor and then back to her, before grinning wide, "Hambone's been missing ya." Carrie sighed and then stood up straighter and pushed her hair behind her ears and glanced at him.

"Personal choice." she said and then shrugged as she looked out towards the dance floor again, "You missing me, too? You seemed real tangled up with those guys over there. Surprised you came over to say hello." She raised a brow at him and he shrugged her off. Watching him, she then turned, only to be stopped by his arm jutting out.

"Where you going?"

"Just taking a lap around," she said with a shrug, "talk to some people I haven't seen before, ya know, get eyes on everyone." He watched her, a mixture of adornment it seemed and surprise, as she straightened her jacket and then looked at him.

"Everything look good?" she asked him, holding out her arms like she was about to go off on her first day at school and wanted her uniform in check. Dougie held her gaze for a moment before he let his eyes wash down her form and then back up to her face again. Carrie watched him, her collar turning hot as he took a slow sip and let his eyes rest on hers again, that lazy smile growing on his face as he nodded.

"Good is a strong word-"

"Dougie, don't you dare." Carrie muttered, a small smile growing on her face as she shoved at his shoulder, and repositioned herself, hands on her hips and sighed, "Seriously." For a moment, they just watched each other and it should've felt awkward, but in all actuality - it wasn't. And knowing that he was looking at her that fondly almost made her want to stay and talk to him more. But she wasn't like that it seemed.

"You look great," Dougie said, his voice strained as he nodded, "don't let none of those fools do anything funny, alright?" Now, it was Carrie's turn to let out a laugh and raise her brow.

"Since when did you care?" she asked quickly, crossing her arms, "'Cause three weeks ago, I had that stupid radio operator from the 418th practically down my throat and you barely batted an eye." A few onlookers glanced towards the two and it took Carrie a few moments to recognize how loud she had gotten and suddenly emotional in her words. And why did she care if Dougie had barely batted an eye? He shouldn't have needed to. They weren't technically even friends, just a joke or two here and there, some teasing and good-natured tomfoolery, but nothing more. Why did she care that he should care? Carrie sighed. Dougie looked up at her with those big, slightly worried eyes and bit back his lip before nodding.

"Well, now that you've made me aware of that, maybe I will bat an eye next time." Dougie said, looking up at her as his fingers danced against the cool mug of beer, "Who the hell was it?" Carrie stared at him and then blinked slowly.

"It doesn't matter-"

"That's why you didn't come-"

"Dougie-"

"Because he had-"

"Dougie." Carrie said, stepping closer to him, and holding his gaze right in her own, her hand ghosting over his arm as if to latch onto him, but failing to do so, "Let it go. It's over now."

"You brought it up." Dougie said back quickly, but she stopped him with a shake of the head. But then she stood quiet for a moment and let her thoughts grow. She had brought it up. Almost as if she had wanted him to know. Because no one had known. Because she'd been embarrassed that she let herself think that maybe that was a good guy, someone she could live a life with and all he had wanted was a kiss. It was a stupid thought.

"Who was it, Carrie, seriously?" Dougie asked her as she balled up her fists and looked anywhere but his face, which she knew had a look on it that would make her lose it, "A guy from the 418th, huh? He ever heard about a thing called messing with the bull, you damn well be getting the horns-"

"Shh, keep your voice down!" Carrie muttered, bringing a finger in front of her mouth and looking at him with wide eyes, "He was just some jackass that thought I was there to have a good time and that was it." Dougie grew quiet as he watched her. Whatever it was between them seemed to simmer and they both seemed to understand in that minute what she meant. But she wouldn't dare actually say why she had even bothered kissing the guy, or why Dougie was looking at her like that.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Dougie said, his voice softer than it normally was, that look in his eye deeper and darker, "I know a guy-"

"No." Carrie said, her cheeks scarlet, "It was just a stupid kiss, that's it. It's over. I just….I was trying to avoid the situation again and…." She trailed off. She was over talking about it to be completely honest. She looked up at him.

"I'm fine." she said with an honest nod, "Thank you for your…..concern." Dougie watched her, with a slow nod and licked his lips, like he was still digesting her words in their entirety. He didn't say much, he just watched her and she didn't entirely want to complain about that because for one, his eyes were some of the kindness she'd probably seen on this side of the world. And for once, they were eyes that looked at her in a way other guys didn't.

"Just…go have some fun," Dougie said quietly, "give me a look if a guy does something stupid, alright?" And she nodded and looked up at him, as he smiled softly at her, his eyes darting over her own endless blue ones, an abyss of dampened sea and darkened souls. Lost and harrowing. He leaned forward a bit and lowered his voice.

"Don't strike out." he said with a small chuckle and she looked up at him and brought her pointer finger underneath his chin and prodded him lightly to meet her gaze, before whispering back just as quietly.

"Bergie doesn't strike out."

#masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #carrie achterberg #james douglass #carrie x dougie #THEMMMMM #when you can tell they both want to say things to each other but they can't bc they've never crossed that line before #dougie saying she looks great and willing to defend her like bro i WILL just go cry in a corner fr #THEM #i will forever fangirl over these two bc they are absolutely INSANEEE #me yelling from the corner 'just say you like each other and get it over with !!!!'#this is earlier days of them knowing each other but the chemistry is all the same #please enjoy!

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patrice-bergerons · 1 month

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Okay I was having a conversation with a friend and I have a question I need to ask:

As always please do give me your commentary in the tags.

#boston bruins #patrice bergeron #brad marchand #im also purposefully not adding pictures #if you dont know who they are this is not the poll for you

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