okayyyy but did u end up writing ur nhl bitty fic bc im thirsty for content and thatd be so sexy of u (if yes link plz) (if no and its sitting in ur drafts can i see the crumbs friendš ill take what i can get i am a man crawling away from the water in the desert on my hands and knees towards ur fic instead DESPERATE i tell u) (the ao3 nhl bitty tag needs to become big and juicy like fruit in the spring, i am wishing u, much like that fruit a fruitful time writing, no pressure i promise, i am grateful to ur thoughts and little blurbāØāØāØ)
It lowkey died in the drafts. I really really want to pick it back up though. Come talk to me about it and motivate me. But hereās two snippets.
The first one is from during a game:
Suddenly Bitty is pulled away by his collar and slammed against the side of the goal. Alexei, someone who has never said a bad thing about him, is cussing Bitty out in Russian. And he takes it not wanting to get into a fight.
But thatās not good enough for Kent who is fired up. He throws his gloves before getting between them pushing Alexei back. He only gets a few punches in before the two of them are pulled apart. Kentās jaw is already starting to turn red from where Alexei decked him. He turns to Jack ready for round two. The only thing stopping him is his teammate holding him back. āYou want to play captain? Get your defenseman in line so he doesnāt kill my rookie.ā
And if Kent wasnāt hauled off for a penalty Jack would have found himself in his first NHL fight.
Kentās rookie? Jackās boyfriend.
With Alexei in the box for five and Kent for two the game must go on. That means a face-off. Jackās nerves are more shaken than Bittyās as they stare each other down.
Shaken enough that the Aces get the puck.
And around they go as both sides turn the puck over. Eventually Kent is back on the ice and the Aces end the game with a power play where they score one more goal.
Everyone returns to the locker room cheering that they won when they should have lost. The first few games are a time of miracles and absurdity before everyone gets serious about playing proper hockey.
āDo you have any plans tonight?ā Kent peels off his shorts throwing them to the side. If heās quick enough maybe ESPN wonāt dare interview him naked.
āI was going to go out with Jack and Alexei, but that looks like a bad idea now.ā
āNew lesson for you. What happens on the ice and your relationships with people off the ice should be separate. Half the people at my wedding tried to maim me on the ice. The other half were figure skaters.ā
And the other snippet is sadder:
Eric ignores him as he picks at his own food and opens Instagram back up to finish looking at Kentās post. After the first picture is a screenshot of the notes app that reads, āA History Of My Experience As A Gay Hockey Player.ā Afterward are two photos of Kent and Jack. They look happy and in love. Eric should feel some type of anger but he feels sad for the young couple in the photos. Next is a picture of Vegasās rink after a game. White stuff smears the glass and condoms are stuck in whatever it is. Next is a sign a fan made telling Kent to blow the opposing team in exchange for a win. The next two are photos of Kent and Etienne. One is them lounging by a lake. Kent is sitting on his husbandās lap. The other one is Kent wearing a Team France zip-up as he stands between Etienne and a teenage girl in a figure skating costume cheesing for the camera. The contrast between that and the last photo makes Ericās stomach drop. Itās clearly a snapchat Kent sent to someone. He holds a thumbs-up in the selfie as he sarcastically smiles. His eye is swollen shut and his lip is busted. He captioned it, āJust got in a bar fight over my ex-boyfriendās coming out.ā
The caption on the post as a whole doesnāt make it much better. āI would like to start by saying that I am gay. Those are words Iāve been keeping close to my chest for years due to a variety of reasons. If it was wholly my choice I would have entered the NHL as a proud gay man, but I had to think about not just my own feelings but those of my ex-boyfriend. I am still very proud of him for his bravery as the first queer NHL player. Iām proud to now be the third. That does not excuse what I have gone through. My first few years in the league affirmed why players stay closeted. Closeted or out, the homophobic vitriol I have been put through due to the rumors of my queerness is unacceptable. No player should have to endure slurs such as Captain Cocksucker, have condoms thrown at them, or have mayo sprayed on the glass to look like semen. Through all this. I fell in love with an amazing man. A retired figure skater who coaches for Team France. I want to be open about my love for him, but Iām terrified of the publicās reaction. I know no one will be able to see my husband how I do, but I hope you keep an open mind and closed mouth. After Jackās coming out and a surge of homophobia in Vegas I knew changes needed to be made to the culture surrounding our hockey community. Enough changes have been made and I feel comfortable sharing this piece of my life. Much love, your Aces captain Kent Parsonā
The comments are vile. The most homophobic stuff people could come up with to throw at Kent.
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