#dickiebrini

i need dickie, mack, minty, and kovie to play cards late at night in their hotel room and get lost on the streets of fribourg and make such a lowkey nuisance of themselves that jt has to play the captain/dad card and scold the kids to behave, and the second he leaves the room, mack swoons dreamily, and the others all groan and berate him for his taste in men because “dude, he’s old enough to be your dad!” and mack glaring back like “so? what does age have to do with anything? that’s discrimination!” and dickie nudging mack and reminding him, “hey, hey, i’m a week older than you, remember? that totally counts!”

sambeck:

borrowed time by beartowns - 24,181 words, mature

Beckett tries his best to be a good sport about the whole thing. He’s definitely failing, but he really tries.

pang! by concentrate - 2,120 words, mature

Sam’s mom is the one to teach Beckett how to swim.

finishing 8 or 9 (anon) - 8,676 words, general audiences

Contrary to popular opinion and his growing TikTok prowess, he’s not that much of a social butterfly. Maybe a social beetle, or bug of some kind. Definitely a social insect, but also definitely not of the butterfly calibre.

keeping score by cypaks - 13,084 words, explicit (incomplete)

The effects of their separate growth, redefining their relationship away from the safety of experimentation, and carefully carrying their affections into adulthood-- Beckett and Sam discovering themselves, and rediscovering each other, throughout the course of their rookie season.

live seaside by livefromthegarden - 4,824 words, teen & up

“I want a jacket.”

“A what?” Beckett was putting his fork in the dishwasher, really, he should run it soon, and he had to have heard Sam wrong.

“A jacket. For your playoffs.”

He doesn’t sound like he’s joking. “You’re joking,” Beckett says.

there's an art to life's distractions by aholyhell - 1,529 words, teen & up

Sam leaned closer, voice soft like it had been when he first woke up. “You really think I care what anyone says?”

Beckett looked at him. Really looked. Sam’s expression was serious, the way it only ever was when they were alone. It would’ve been easier if he didn’t mean it. Sam doesn't care what anyone thinks about him. He does what he wants and likes what he likes and he doesn't care what anyone thinks about it. 

“It’s not about you,” Beckett said quietly.

artemis ii by concentrate - 895 words, general audiences

Misa’s just—standing there, all big-eyed and spooky like she’s waiting for some big cosmic force to suddenly mobilize whatever it is she wants to say. Parekh, probably.

in the light by planetad - 5,317 words, explicit

Beckett Sennecke, year one of many.

r you kissing any1? by jaeseul4 - 2,880 words, not rated (incomplete)

Sam Dickinson, a two-time Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding and the rugged face of Monster Energy & Beckett Sennecke, the sleek and triumphant skier with two golds under his belt, has soared to new heights as Red Bull's golden boy and a Burton model. The two athletes draw constant media scrutiny, their on-slope tension crackling with unspoken history.

samisa:

stick and poke by mangofruitster - 4,733 words, general audiences

“You can’t live in your van again this winter,” Laila says without looking up, counting. “You almost died last year.” “But I didn’t,” Dickie says, and wipes her tattoo down so he can cover it with aquaphor, and then plastic wrap. “I didn’t die. Besides, Barkey says Marty has a hook up with a ski lodge.” “Sure, and you’ll call some Albertan millionaire an asshole and be home in two weeks,” Graf reminds him. He scoffs, injured, and looks at Misa. Misa can’t help but smile at him, Sam, beautiful and brash and charming, Sam who makes loving him so easy, and all of it must show in his face because Dickie moves the box of supplies and sits up to kiss him. “Sorry,” Misa mumbles into his lips. “You have done that. Twice.”

enjoy the silence by kelley_cant_read - 998 words, explicit (incomplete)

Sam Dickinson is not a pirate, not sober, and not paying rent, but he is rotting very comfortably on Beckett Sennecke’s couch, living off cigarettes, warm beer, and whatever scraps of dignity he hasn’t pawned off yet.

Michael Misa shows up with a camera and a pressed shirt, talking about “documentation” like he isn’t just another outsider looking in through the glass. He doesn’t belong in the clubs, doesn’t belong in the smoke, doesn’t belong anywhere near Sam.

They meet somewhere loud and dark and sweating through the walls. Sam decides, immediately, that he wants him, badly, stupidly, like something he can’t afford and won’t take care of properly. Michael decides, just as quickly, that Sam is exactly the kind of mistake he is not going to make.

Sam follows him anyway. Into clubs, into alleyways, into conversations he wasn’t invited to. All eyeliner and bad habits and a smile that promises absolutely nothing good.

This is a story about dirt under your nails, about wanting something that will ruin you, about being seen too closely and not closely enough at the same time.

(or: sam is a disaster, michael is lying to himself, and it’s only a matter of time before something gives)

anemone (anon) - 1,211 words, teen & up

Zweedish Fish | 20mg THC — Sour Blue Raspberry (10 per package)

lipstick by caltrain - 1,855 words, explicit

Sam likes to crawl through Michael's bedroom window.

level up by mangofruitster - 3,365 words, explicit

“Shut up,” Toff said. “One day all of you will have a rookie of your own and finally understand how it is. Whatever, they asked if the Dickens could officially move in and clearly I should have asked more questions. A blind item?”

“And the plan to deal with this is that you two get more—“ Chief said, and gestured between Mack and Will. When Will frowned at him, confused, he repeated the gesture but with added emphasis.

“I’m still not sure what that means,” Mack told him. “But yeah. Anyways, we have to like, look like we’re in a relationship so if anyone has suggestions, that’d be good. And don’t tell Misa.”

canada breeze by rarauw - 1,291 words, teen & up

“I thought you liked dick.” Sam lands on. It makes Michael laugh, good memory.

“Dick, not dicks.”

“Ah.” Sam manages. His head is like when you flip through a book real fast, pages chasing each other, no words jumping out.

batteries (anon) - 1,441 words, mature

“She got mad about girls,” Dickie says, in a weirdly conspiratorial voice. “She didn’t say anything about guys.”

apple cider vinegar by goalhorn - 3,074 words, teen & up

The league likes to handle all the wolf bullshit quietly, Sam finds out.

behind a tint by turnagain - 1,725 words, teen & up

Zayne’s the one guy he could never say no to. He didn’t do it too often, really, to anyone. He didn’t say no to Sam.

miscellaneous:

disparate youth by rarauw - 1,602 words, mature (dickiebrini)

“You have a girl thing in your hair, here,” Sam tries to claw at a bobby pin holding Mack’s hair out of his eyes on one side. Thinks back to when he’d practiced picking locks with them as a kid. He’d tried it all, pins, insides of ink pens, credit cards, never figured it out, flunked out of street smarts school.

the once and future memorial cup champions by rain_over_coruscant - 23,691 words, explicit (incomplete) (dickie/oliver bonk)

The clock strikes zero and the Knights win the Memmer again. They do celebrations and the lap with the Cup and interviews and photos and spend a while pacing about the Colisee staring at photos of Sidney Crosby. Sam suggests the same bar they’ve been going to every June first twenty-twenty-five since and they all agree, and then as if in a haze he finds himself just a little bit drunker than he wanted to be, making eye contact with the portrait of the Habs outside the bathrooms again. - The London Knights get stuck in a timeloop on the best day of their lives, which as it turns out is not actually very fun at all.

learn your gravity by turnagain - 5,590 words, mature (dickie/zayne parekh, sam & misa)

Playing with Zayne on his right was revealing.

second take by turnagain - 1,827 words, mature (ryan leonard/michael misa, sam & misa)

Ryan looks at Michael, who looks him up and down, eyebrows creased and looking abjectly scared. Great.

the “every rookie wants macklin celebrini” season. it’d be more hilarious than any dramatic reality show on tv. will, misa, cherny, and dickie all scrambling to claim as much of their sophomore rising star’s time as possible

dickie would have a bit of an edge because he and mack have played on the same team before, meanwhile i feel will’s bc roots would work against him this time since they didn’t have a chance to bond at rookie camp where will hardcore pursued mack until mack opened up, like the current timeline. mack would still be nice to him, because mack loves everyone on the team, but they wouldn’t have that instant codependent rookie bond. will’s smart and persistent so he’d eventually wear mack down, but it wouldn’t be nearly the same, at least for a while

i also wonder if they would’ve called cherny up sooner this time around. cherny was already lighting it up with the barracuda the first half of the season, but they left him down partly to help him develop with regular playing time but also because they had a ton of forwards under contract and will was playing on mack’s line by this point. but as a rookie, will would still be adjusting to the nhl level and playing sheltered minutes on the third or fourth line, same as misa. so since they didn’t have will on mack’s wing, there’s a possibility they could’ve taken a chance on cherny sooner, allowing cherny to get closer to mack right away

misa’s biggest detriment is how idolizing his crush is. he looks up to mack too much, and because of that, mack sees him more like a kid to take care of than an equal

i think the funniest part would be mack treating will with the same senpai-like affection he gives the other rookies, always patting them on the head like good dogs and playing with them but also kind of holding himself at a higher standard with them, knowing they probably rely on him, and not being the type to coddle anyone, but also being fully aware he’s a year ahead of them in the development curve and it’s his job to show the way

(will’s eye would probably twitch at this. he wants to fuck mack soooooo badly, and being treated like just another rookie mack thinks he has to look out for kind of pisses him off. if will could just get mack into bed one time and show him what he can do…)

you've just opened my third eye. sam finally getting to vancouver.... fucking mack on the boat. holding mack in his lap so passersby don't notice anything but in actuality Sam's holding mack there to cock warm him. Occasionally picking mack up by the hips before letting him slam back down.