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Five Times Breezy Hooks Tracy Morgan Up With Good Advice (And One Time Tracy Hits Him Back) by luxover
Hockey RPF
29 Apr 2013
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"It's okay to be nervous, okay to be angry, okay to be whatever," Breezy says. They're sitting on the bench in the locker room, and while Tracy's only got his first layer of gear on, his chains hanging out over his chest pads, Breezy's already all decked out, his mask on and pushed back on top of his head. He's leaning forward, too, his elbows on his knees as he imparts his wisdom and does his Yoda shit.
Based on this 24/7 Flyers/Rangers spoof.
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“I thought your name was Zhenya,” Sid says, which—right, they didn’t talk about that, he just read it on the name tag and also probably butchered the pronunciation beyond repair. He thinks, maybe, that he should have only two states in life: on the ice, and in the office, and there should never exist any in between for him. He feels his face flush as he sort of tries to fix the situation, gesturing to his own chest, to where his nametag would be if he wore one, and says, “Your, uh. Your nametag yesterday said Zhenya? So I thought… I don’t know.”
Or: The coffee shop AU that is still somehow all about hockey.
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The thing is, if it wasn't for his nerves and all that, Taylor would mostly just be super embarrassed that he didn't see this coming. Maybe he should have known something was up when the cheapest dude on the planet invited him out for a roommates' dinner at a pretty nice place, but somehow he just forgot to ask himself, Could this whole thing be a ploy to get me to an over-priced restaurant that Whits'll never actually show up to because he's a douchebag who thinks he's helping things by setting me up on a surprise date with Ebby?
Taylor doesn't know how that question slipped his mind, but in the future, he'll have to be more careful.
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“Ah, fuck,” Jeff says, and the smile stretches its way across his face, putting lines in the corners of his eyes and dimples in his cheeks. “I gotta deal with two of you, now?”
Or: An accidental dating fic.
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"You should be so lucky,” Brad says, and he watches Ray tighten his grip on the steering wheel before looking back out the window. “Nothing worse than getting tied to one person and having no say in who you have to fuck for the rest of your life.”
“Oh, yeah, Reporter,” Ray says, as if this is only now occurring to him, “Brad only likes prostitutes. Write that down.”
In which Brad winds up bonded to Ray, and isn't exactly happy with the situation.
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