Fic: Slip Edition

Dreamling (Human+Football AU) || Rated E || 5.5k words || complete

Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Football, keeper!Dream, goalie!Dream, journalist!Hob, sports reporter!Hob, gratuitous references to Ted Lasso because I cannot fucking help myself, D/s overtones, Light BDSM, discussion of harder BDSM, Semi-Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Lingerie, men in lingerie, Love Confessions, Established Relationship, Coming Out, Dirty Talk, Come Eating, Romantic Fluff

Sequel to Keeper and Runner (you really need to read those first for context)

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They – none of them – should be surprised when it happens. Everyone knows, technically, that it couldn't last forever. Even if thirteen shutouts in fourteen matches breaks the record for number of consecutive wins by a team in the Championship League. It was never going to last an entire season. But that doesn’t mean that the shock of the ball rolling past Morpheus' fingertips and into the net doesn't stun the entire stadium into silence.

just an undersized father and son...

if you knew by ellen bass

(x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

Charlie Lindgren picked himself a goal song, and I fucking love it.

more hockey au

I’ll make an update once I find it, but Gyro also knows how to play soccer from the Brazilian comics

tell me why I had a fully realized fic dream about sambucky being rookie soccer teammates? I have watched a total of maybe three hours of soccer in my whole life and none of it recently 😭😭😭

it wasn't even a happy fic. they both messed up and lost the game and were devastated

i just realized in the beyond the b episode where ully feeds sway the apple . it happens more than once you can see em doing that shit in the background of literally the Next shot . god .

Happy 10 years of letting this team publicly ruin my life.

So, Detroit Red Wings MIGHT be putting Alex Lyon on waivers next week. If so, KYLE DUBAS! PICK HIM UP! HE IS ONLY $900K PER YEAR FOR 2 YEARS!!!! Dump one of our carousel of goalies and try to get him if possible.

If he can just perform the way he did for the Panthers (end of the regular season) last year then he will be worth it. Just think, medium to high level performance for 20 games, dependable backup?! Sure, he might suck for another 10 games but I feel that's worth it.

The perfect world - Lyon plays 30 games, and Jarry plays around 50 regular season games. Of course it wouldn't be in a roll, spread their play out. Then the playoffs - PLAY JARRY TILL HE DROPS.

Look, the Stars situation and the playoffs in general last season has traumatised me in regards to goalies. You NEED 3 goalies minimum nowadays to make sure you are not fucked. Just think how many teams went through their TOP TWO goalies last season. Hell, fuck, Otter was overplayed last year bcos Stars didn't have a dependable third and their second was injured. Think about the Pens, our coach didn't trust DeSmith enough that we played our I jured top goalie. Think about the Panthers, VGK, Leafs, etc.

Basically, we NEED 3 goalies - top goalie (plays 45 to 50 games in the regular season), backup goalie (20 to 25 games) and the third goalie (maybe get them to play 10 games) to be called in for support when shit hits the fan. Bcos the shit WILL hit the fan.

Look, I LISTEN to a lot of podcasts about what is best for goalie performance. We NEED this.

Fic: Keeper

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Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling), football/soccer AU || Rated E || 3.7k words || complete

Alternate Universe - Football, (real football, you know, what Americans call soccer, where your feet regularly touch the fucking ball), keeper!Dream, goalie!Dream, journalist!Hob, oral sex, public blow jobs, public bathroom sex, come swallowing, coming in pants, coming untouched, interested lube choices, condoms, barebacking, rimming, anal fingering, couch sex, rough sex, dirty talk, gratuitous references to Ted Lasso because I cannot fucking help myself, fluffy ending, they are still idiots for each other

Hob can't fucking believe it catches on. Like, he is just some random no-name sports writer for a shite little local paper. But the team he covers is on the up and up again, might even get promoted back into the Premier League after a year’s absence, and no one is doubting that it is in part because of the way the almost two meters tall Sansfin is an absolute wall in front of the goal. He was pulled in from the bench, a last resort after their two top goalies were catastrophically injured, having never shown more than the baseline level of talent expected of a pro footballer. But once on the big stage, getting actual minutes during a Championship League game, something just… clicked. The player who had once lurked in the shadows was now a supernova. Last week was the seventh shutout in a row, and they are only eight games into the season. Hob had called him 'The Sandman' in his bit of coverage after shutout number three: the conceit was that he made it look like the other team was asleep, that the only time they were going to score a goal was in their dreams. And then it catches on. Fuck, it more than catches on.

All of these dudes really be build 6’4” 6’5” “6’6” and then you get a goalie of 5’7”.

I am going to cherish this man for the rest of my life, freaking legend.

anyways. i know i said i would learn how to crochet today but i really just want to doodle glasses rui....

a meet cute? in dreams? it's more likely than you think!

"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:

And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.

Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.

Much love. xxx

please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]

ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—

sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.

(i am feeling unhinged about it)

SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:

The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore

^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this

that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.

it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.

maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.

sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3

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