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hi i hope this is okay i color picked your regular icon and put them on the sharks logo

[Image description: The NHL Sharks logo, with the teal replaced with a darker blue and the orange with red. End description.]

(i have never actually watched the parent trap, only the german film from 2017 but both of them are adaptations of the same story)

Sid takes Liam, Geno takes Markus

Sid's a youth hockey coach in Halifax and he put Liam into Russian lessons purely because "it's a good language to know in hockey". Their home life is very structured; lot's of rules, lot's of routines.

Geno's a hockey scout, specifically for Russian players, so he spends a lot of time in Russia. He usually takes Markus with him, who's homeschooled (and a bit of a wild child) as a result, and they're joined by Ovi, Geno's best friend. When they're not in Russia they live in Miami.

Liam and Markus both attend a hockey summer camp in Pittsburgh. Everyone's surprised because here are two children that look the same and work incredibly well together on the ice despite not knowing each other before this.

At some point, Liam mentions being from Halifax and Markus is says: "That's so cool, I was born there. On the 21st of February." and Liam is like: "No way, me too." and then they have a weird stare-off until they agree that they are probably twins.

They decide to switch places so that they can bring their parents back together. They can't quite figure out how to mask the mirror twin thing but decide that they can just gaslight their way through it. ("I've always shot with this hand, dad.")

When Geno takes 'Markus' home, he tells him "You got accent over the summer, next time I put you into Russian summer camp." He makes Markus' favourite food, something including ketchup, witch Liam eats with great displeasure.

When Sid takes 'Liam' home, he introduces him to his new boyfriend, Nathan MacKinnon, who he coaches with. Sid is very distracted by his budding relationship, it's the only reason he accepts 'Liam' suddenly shooting with his left hand. They have a big fight about Sid spending so much time with Nate and Markus runs away during a rainstorm and he gets sick. Like, really sick.

Because Geno's a hockey scout, he gets some tape from the hockey summer camp because the twins worked together so well. He figures out that he has his other child, because that makes more sense than his son suddenly changing his shooting hand.

Like we know Alanna considered rehoming Sam because of his escape artist act in which he just fucking leaves and goes to Toff’s to see Misa but. Ultimately Sam does want to be Reavo’s dog. It’s a new thing for him! He’s a scrappy leggy stray animal but he honestly just wants to be Reavo’s dog.

He’s not trained at all because he’s decided he’d like to do what Reavo wants and then he figured out Reavo wants him to also do what Al and the kids want. So in company with Reavo he appears to be the ambassador of all huskies. Anyone can pet him. He follows every order adoringly. He might wander a few metres away but he’s back in a flash when Reavo whistles. Other dogs are beneath his attention and he’d never stoop to menace a cat. He maintains this behaviour until Reavo leaves for a roadie.

when they're all on the sharks together, sam sticks to cherny like glue. misa thinks it might even be on purpose, to make him jealous or something, and boy does it fucking work. he's seething.

on a roadie, he's rooming with ekky who's chronically doing something else. he invites misa but no, he's gotta stay in. gotta press his ear to sam and cherny's door, thank god for connecting rooms. he's gotta know what they're doing and if they're talking about him and if they think he's gay or a huge fucking loser or what. they're not talking at all though, they're doing ...something else. grunting and moaning and whimpering.

it doesn't take long for misa to picture it, hand in his pants, stroking. he wants to see so bad, doesn't even need to touch, just wants to watch. comes so quick and so hard he falls back and bumps his head against the nightstand.

then the other room's quiet for a sec, and the door opens.

Summer went by so quick that Mack couldn’t tell you a single thing he’d done in the weeks between July and August, but whatever it was, Connor had been pretty much glued to him. Or maybe the other way around. Probably the other way around. Just a tactic to avoid Dada and his sadistic training regimen though, not any kind of indication that Mack’s got some weird doglike separation anxiety thing.

The day he was supposed to fly back to San Jose, Mack was for sure being mopey and annoying, tears threatening to spill out whenever he heard a sad song on the radio or looked out the car window while he and Connor shared an Uber to the airport. They were going together, but they'd obviously catch separate flights to different parts of the States. After making it through security, Connor patted his cheek all condescending like, and said “you’re gonna kill it, superstar.”

It sounded like he was being sarcastic, or maybe Mack had just told himself that so he could be mad instead of missing him. Either way, Mack grinds his teeth and chews his cheek until it bleeds but he gets through it. He gets through it pretty good, actually, first goal seven minutes into his first actual game. He feels elated, head in the clouds, especially when Toff and Reavo put him on their shoulders in the locker room and start chanting baby shark, baby shark. It gets everyone going, and then he’s getting passed around like a puck bunny and this warm feeling bubbles up in his chest. Like hot chocolate on a cold night but also your favorite people are there and they’re all saying really nice things to you. Unreal, kind of like a dream.

The feeling passes pretty quick though, when the Sharks lose their next game, and Mack doesn’t score, and sometimes he doesn’t net anything at all, four games straight, even though it’s all he wants.

In January, after a rough loss, Mack puts his fist through a wall in a Columbus hotel and his roomie, another rookie who was drafted 4th overall last year, goes “you will pay for that?” And yeah, fuck, he’ll pay for it. He just wishes the guy, Michkov, would ask why he’d done that, or if he was okay, or press his palms into Mack’s shoulders so they’d come down from where they’re up around his ears. Just like, actually, he wishes Connor were here. His Connor, off-season and available and nice most of the time.

Home games aren’t much better, at least not ones they lose, which is almost three quarters of them. Mack’s alone almost all the time when he’s not at the rink. Alone in Jumbo’s guesthouse aside from when Tabea drops off tupperwares full of meal-prepped something. Protein, vegetable, carb. It feels like a fucking tomb in there, like Mack is dead and nobody comes to visit. He thinks about DoorDashing himself warm cookies and milk then thinks about walking into traffic instead. He asks Toff for driving lessons and Toff jokes that he’d be better off paying a professional, but Mack doesn’t care. He’s pretty bad at driving but unbearably worse at being alone.

The last game of the season is versus Edmonton and it ends in a shutout. Mack’s so pissed, buzzing, his whole body feels like it’s full of angry bees or something, because everyone else was so checked out. “We played hard,” Reavo bullshits, tries to comfort him, fingers kneading into his lats. It wasn’t about winning for Mack though, it was about putting the puck in the net so he could finish his rookie season with one more goal than Michkov.

That feels pretty bad, honestly, like maybe he’s not a team player. Maybe he’s too selfish and up his own ass, takes every failure like a brick to the head, but what’s Mack supposed to do? All he knows is hockey. He wouldn’t be good at like, accounting or lawyering or baristia-ing, really anything that isn’t on ice. Maybe he could drive the Zamboni.

Connor picks Mack up from the airport and says, “you look like shit,” which Mack’s grateful for because it’s probably the closest thing to welcome home he can handle without crying. Back in Connor’s room, he strips down out of his sweats and falls face-first into the bed, lets Connor sit beside him and rub small circles between his shoulder blades. He lets Connor kiss him on the mouth too, and it’s all wet and warm and feels just right. When they separate, a line of spit still connects their lips, and Mack makes a face like he’s grossed out.

“You’re so immature,” Connor tells him. “That’s why you had such a hard time. You’re like a little kid, always thinking things should be easy for you when they’re hard as fuck for everyone else.” Mack doesn’t know about all that. It’s late, and he’s sleepy, and he drifts off with his face pressed into Connor’s side.

Dada pretty easily reels Mack back in, tells him he had an exceptional season, tells him he’s only going to grow into his game. The praise hits like some kind of sedative, turns his brain off, makes him believe anything. It was all a ploy though, probably, just a lie so that Mack would come home and Dada could watch run up and down the hill on their street for half an hour.

“Am I done?” he asks, panting, tongue hanging out, hands on his knees.

“I think you’ve got one more in you,” Dada says, absently, eyes on his phone. And Mack does it. He does one more three times, until he feels like he’s gonna throw up.

The whole summer goes like that. Mack retreats to Connor’s place whenever he can, and they train together, and eat together, and sleep in the same bed. And they kiss sometimes, too, and Connor’s hand ends up in Mack’s pants, firm strokes until he’s oversensitive and squirming. Then he gets lulled into this false sense of security when Dada says he just wants to have some father-son time, even though father-son time always ends up with Mack sweating through his clothes and pissing lactic acid. He takes the good and the bad as they come, doesn’t complain, doesn’t want to seem like a little kid.

On draft day, Mack gets horizontal on Connor’s couch and snacks on the veggie tray his mom left out. Sharks have the 2nd overall pick and Mack’s just vibrating about it, pictures what he might be like, if he’ll be cool, if he’ll wanna be Mack’s friend. God, it’s embarrassing how bad he wants a friend.

Some wrestling chick announces it, Michael Misa, and Mack can’t take his eyes off the screen. He looks tall as fuck, taller than Mack maybe, or it could just look that way on account of how Bettman is basically a dwarf. He’s pretty too. Big, dark eyes that Mack wants to stare into in person. Curls that aren’t exactly curls because they’re lazy, flopping over his forehead a little. Mack bets he’d look so good with his hair grown out.

“Oh, shit, that guy,” Connor remarks. “Lardo played against him when he was on the Bulldogs. He put up insane numbers for Saginaw.”

“What’s he like?”

Mack feels like he’s going a little crazy, like something is burrowing behind his eye. He pulls out his phone and texts Warso for Misa’s number, which feels risky, but worth it, hopefully.

“I don’t know, Macklin,” Connor says, sounds kind of annoyed now. “I’ve never fucking met the guy.”

Mack spends the next week watching interviews, fangirling a little. Michael Misa seems so chill, so chronically go with the flow, about hockey and about everything, really. Mack imagines the comfort of that, being able to hang out someone like that, latch onto it and force his nerves into the back of his mind. It’s kinda pathetic, on account of how he’s never met the guy, got his number and was too nervous to text. He follows Misa on Instagram and gets bummed when it takes him two whole days to follow back.

When San Jose comes calling again, Toff picks Mack up at the airport, and he’s playing dad rock with his windows rolled down. Mack feels nothing close to devastated, feels nothing close to last year’s pit in his stomach. He’s excited, big gummy smile, tail would be wagging if he had one.

“Come over for lunch,” Toff says, pulling out of the passenger pick-up area. “Cat’s making soup and sandwiches. Then you can take Michael to SAP and show him around. Drive my car if you want.”

What comes out of Mack’s mouth is an even-toned, “Sounds good,” which is impressive for sure, since his whole body is saying pleasepleaseplease.

Then Michael Misa is in the Toffoli’s kitchen, standing beside the island with a turkey sandwich in his hand, tanned and pretty and looking at Mack like Mack is just some guy. Like Mack hasn’t spent the last bit of summer watching his interviews and scrolling through his Instagram, careful not to like anything even though god, he likes it a whole lot.

“Macklin,” Toff says, pointing between them. “Michael.”

Misa smiles, easy and lazy. “Hey.”

sometimes he thinks he fell out of the sky, other times he wonders if he actually came out of the water. either way he's certain this might be a cruel joke from a careless and bored god. his purpose is unknown, he can't die, he can't leave, he might as well be dead. all he knows is that he has to spend his life on this remote island, waiting for another ship to sail past.

he doesn't know why he does it, the killing. maybe because he believes in demeter's curse, maybe he will actually die if he lets the sailors pass by him unscathed. he just feels the overwhelming instinct to get them closer to him, maybe if he tries hard enough, one day, one of those sailors will survive, stay long enough to keep him company.

he's been forced to live with the rotting remains of his unwilling victims, everywhere he looks on the island there's a reminder of the years of carnage. he keeps a torn scrap of the black and red shirt of his first victim, or maybe that's just as far as he can remember now. the brave sailor, he remembers feeling a kinship with him, he could feel he had been traveling alone for a long time. misa had called him, offered the companionship both of them desperately wanted. but to no avail, in the blink of an eye the boy's body lay cold and stiff on his bloodstained hands.

then it was the traveler from a far away land, he doesn't know how he got there, but he could feel he was searching for something, like he had a greater purpose. maybe, he had thought, maybe he could help misa find out what his purpose was, maybe they could find their purpose together. the gods didn't think that, though. now all he has of the traveller is an old leather bound book in a language he doesn't understand, the pages frayed from flipping through it every day, searching searching searching.

not long after, it was the loud knight. he was traveling with friends, many of them. misa couldn't understand what was different about him compared to all the other ships that had crashed on his island. maybe it was the freedom with which he expressed himself, the joy he had for life. maybe it was the magnetic force that attracted everyone to him, one misa had never felt on anyone but himself. it was decidedly different from misa's, he had control over it, used it for his benefit, it wasn't a pulsion like misa's.

and just like all the other times the ship of knights crashed on his island, it was useless to try and resist his song, the gods made sure of that. but the loud knight wasn't like his peers, three days after (or was it two years? time doesn't really matter to him) he unearthed himself from under the rubble, roaming the island like nothing happened, trailing behind misa.

it wasn't the first time he wished he had a way to communicate with the gods. what was he supposed to do now? no one prepared him for this. were the gods lifting his curse? or was this the next level of it? were they giving him a taste of companionship just to take it away from him when he got too comfortable?

maybe he'll never figure it out. maybe his existence didn't have a purpose and there were no gods. maybe being on this island with the undead blue-eyed knight was what it was all about.

Misa is like, worlds biggest saddest brownest eyes like, wouldn’t you want us to have a baby, I think we’d have such a cute baby and it could play with Mack and Will’s baby. They’d be friends. Dicky is like okay but we’re not dating and also we’re both guys?? So it seems like UNLIKELY we’d be having this baby.

and his “summers have always revolved around being up in [his] cottage”. He needs to get away from hockey and the city for a while during the summer.

so i imagine, now that they’re actual adults (like 19 and 20 but close enough), sam can book a cottage just for them to sneak off to before they submit themselves for Vancouver boot camp -i mean training with Mack!

(I lied youre actually not waiting days i have to cut myself off it so long already and ive had zero time to think about it and organize my thoughts this probably isnt even everthing i wanted to say)

Okay this is such a fun character study because there are so may ways to approach this, the obvious dynamics are there, willmack/samisa, i also feel like theres a pretty clear seperation with misagraff and misacherny, and i think we could put graffcherny in a smiliar dymanic grouping, im gonna apporch this from a pretty romanic standpoint and not really a smutty/sexual standpoint

I think we should start with some of the obvious, will bakes for everyone, a bat of the eyes and baby i found this recipie i think we should try and wills already pulling up grocery delivery for the imgredient before any more can be said, i think kitchen cooking/baking activites are a collin/will thing they get on the same wavelenght when it comes to pulling things outta cabnents cutting up fruits and veg, i think this is happening in a kitchen with an island where they play music and dickie and cherny sit and bully them about it, oh are sure those are cut small enough dont forget the chocolate chips, just unhelpful comments from the peanut gallery.

I think theres a standing thursday night, as long as theres no hockey, book club of sorts where will collin and cherny all pile on the couch with eachother and read their own books, while the rest of the guys play whater the video game of the week is on the tv around them, screaming, i think mees will sometimes opt to cuddle into them instead and listen to whatever whoever is reading being read outloud

I am endered by the idea of them telling cherny to speak russian around them and them trying to learn and having things labeled with post-it the translations and being able to pick up on bits and pieces of it maybe not enough but one day he asks for something like butter or milk or even tooth paste and there able to get it. And man his eyes just light up and Will who brought it to him has about 3 seconds to brace before hes wrapped in hug and being kissed because hey you got it right and whats a better reward then my love.

I think macks love language or top 3 is physical touch i mean the way he celly's goals by flinging himself into the closest teamates, mack is always toiching someone weither its having his leg against collins sitting at the island eating breakfast, currled into will on his lap on the couch, and holding misas hand in the car, back to sams chest while they are in the bathroom getting ready for bed/the day together, laying in bed with with cherny with an arm drapped over him expect for mack to be having contact with somebody, mouth too kissing make out biting/hickeys on the shoulder, soft gentle kisses across exposed skin my dude keeping some form of contact with everone all the time

Speaking of kissed, theres a lot, i mean youve got 6 guy here most teens or freshing outta teens theres a lot of hormone, lotta making out, will and collin finish a recipie and are wating for the over to beep, yup collins got will pinned against the counter, sam and mack have had there share in the bathroom on the sink during an extra touch get ready for bed evening, cherny loves to just pull anyone into a heated kiss at anymoment for any reason, misa will walk in the door after a hard pratice or game and grab whosever closest and drag them to the couch or the bed be like i just need to clear my mind after that and makeout with them

Graf the ever calm voice of reason is the mediator more often then not, arguing about dinner or if someone is taking to long in the shower or who put the empty contaier back in the fridge go to him

Dickie in my mind keeps snack and cofmort food on had hes not against doing a 2 am gas station run because they got back late from a road trip and will slept like crap om the plane a hersheys bar and bag of pretzel could really help him, or stocking up on macks favorite ice cream that isnt really in the diet plan but after a hard day training with his dad wants more than anything, just little stuff like that that no mentions but if your observant enough you just pick up

Theres a shared phone calendar that they use to keep track of everything games/pratices/date night so they know long its been since theres been some 1 on 1 or 1 on 1 on 1 time with eachother, that misa started once he realized that him and will dont really spend one on one time with each other as much as they like, and they agreeded if they were gonna do this they were gonna be all in so will needs to spend time with someone whos not mack, even if its once every two months and they do is go to the batting cages or get dinner, "we dont have to go on date we can just hang out"

Shoutout our woke vets who dont really understand it but do at the same time and are always willing to lend an ear (when will wants to complain to toff that sam attempted another tiktok recipie failed, burnt the food didnt do the dished and left all the ingredients out) or give advice (cherny going to mukh or asky because asking for romantic advice on how to fit in better with a bunch of loud outgoing extroverts is both easier and less embarassing when he can do it in russian when hes asking and getting the point across exactly how he means instead of trying to ask toff or wenny or keifer in english and accidently saying to much or phrasing things wrong)

I know i said i wasnt gonna get super smutty, but theres some hella kinky bitches in this poly so there is a designated sex toy location and it is over flowing, its something misa always digs into wither it be something as simple as cuffs or a blindfold or something more intense like a plug or a cockring, Mack meanwhile only goes in there to get a new bottle of lube if theyve run, thats anther thing i have opinions on these boys are over run with lube its on bedrooms its in bathrooms in travel bags and cars and the living room, if they ever briefly walk past it in a grocery store needed or not sam will amd collin are all buying it they are a more is more out look nobodys ending up on IR woth a "lower body" injury because they were careless during sex, and of you do thats their own fault because the responsable (or the horny) have tried their best.

Mack and Sam do intense mornings at the gym together meanwhile Mack and Misa do slow run/jog mornings together that involve shared much playlist and stoping at the diner near by the trail to grab everybody breaks. Mack and colin dont work out together but instead go om late night drives together when colin can tell mack needs to clear his head in ways putting on skates and got until his on the brink of passing out from exaustion can help, and Mack always takes Cherny to this little russian bakery all the way across town theyre probably not in san jose any more that asky reccomend him when he was looking for deserts for tabeas birthday back when he was looking to pick some up for her birthday when he was still billetijg with the thoretons when he can tell chernys feeling homesic qk as well as researching tiktok/asking the guys for any russian food in the cities they are going to on roadies incase he needs it because they had one bad flight chernys rookies season and thats where asky and mukh took him to recover from that flight "it was gonna happen soomer or later but some good food will settle your stomach" i dont feel the need to expand on the willmack dynamic here nothing i rpf will be more insane then the dynamic they already have

At this pont i dont believe theyre all living together, theres leases they gotta wait out and jumping to all of them living together seems like a harsh adjustment so they kinda just hang out where ever and with this the laundry situation is nonexistant its all mixed together theres no seperation of whos whos, Misa does get excited when he got to grab a sharks hoodie and it is infact not his but wills or cherny or sams and hes swimming in it, same when he can find a sagnaw branded sweatpants and has to roll up the ankles because they actually arent his, (idk how taller cherny is but we all agree that misa wants to be smaller then everyone so im making him)