whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same

https://someotherexistence.tumblr.com/

There’s no other explanation. His soulmate must have turned twenty-two yesterday.

Patrick Kane has soft hands. (werewolf AU)

Patrick makes a fucking superhuman effort, sweeps up the mess of his emotions, and stashes his incipient freakout about all of this somewhere in the back of his mind where he can have it later. When Jonny's back in the driver's seat, and Patrick's had a chance to bring up the whole blowjobs-and-beach-walks issue. Focused on the win, that's Patrick Kane.

(Famous last words, Steve thinks.)

Or: Five Times Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin Acted Super Married (And One Time They Sort Of Were Super Married).

“Really?” Sid says, all-too-shrewdly. “The best you’ve ever had?”

Huddling For Warmth

It’s safe to say that fatherhood seems to suit Evgeni Malkin.

It’s a silly idea, and he doesn’t think much about it, just bites lightly at the skin where Jonny’s thigh meets his hip, rubbing his nose on his skin. He shifts around, picks the dildo up, pushes the one in Jonny’s ass deep and leaves it there so he can say, “Hey, think you can take the pink one, too?” and slap it on Jonny’s ass, laughing at the dull sound it makes.

Jonny begs Pat not to let him come after he curses on live television. Pure filth

Pat seriously tests Jonny's self-control (in case you couldn't tell I had a thing for testing people's control)

Fill for thesinbin prompt: Crosby/Giroux, wearing the other's jersey while getting fucked

Claude takes out a hard loss on Sid.

“Yeah,” Sid says, no hesitation. “Pretty weird.”

“We should go to bed,” says Jonny.

In which Geno opens his own coffee shop, makes some new friends, and lets himself fall in love with hockey (and Sidney Crosby) all over again.