“[tater] also uses these arms to punch forwards in the face if they’re messing with snowy.”
ok so i’m not even trying to ship them (much, i swear) but this is just giving me low-key content for (potential) tater x snowy, and i ? want more*
*tater and snowy giving each other massages, including body worship, etc etc etc, plus dates to the opera or ballet or anything so snowy can help tater to learn more about classical music because (as we already know) his lack of knowledge is shocking and i’m not saying zimbits and snowy/tater double date nights or just catch-up sessions in general for snow and bits to bond over their clueless beaus, but ??? yh ok i want more of that in fics, thank u !!!
People are BLATANTLY IGNORING the fact that Tater went after the rat FOR SNOWY and that he would punch anyone who tried to hurt SNOWY so that they can keep shipping him with the rat. I don’t understand the mass idiocracy. I just don’t.
MEANWHILE PLEASE GIVE ME:
-Rookie!Tater having a crush on Snowy that translates into him awkwardly harrassing him in lame attempts to flirt
-Tater getting a little turned on every time Snowy swears at him
-ONE TIME SNOWY IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM AND HE DROPS HIS PHONE AND MUTTERS “FUCK” RIGHT IN TATER’S EAR AND TATER HAS TO GO TAKE A COLD SHOWER
-Tater being known for beating the shit out of people who try to fuck with Snowy. On or off the ice
-They’re celebrating at a bar once and someone tries to pick a fight with Snowy and suddenly Tater is THERE. LOOMING. SCOWLING. He sprains his wrist that night and gets benched for a few games because of it
-Tater complimenting Snowy about his beautiful eyes and manly stubble and grace on the ice in Russian and Guy being the only person who understands him
-(Guy honestly just finds all his team mates hilariously dumb)
-Tater showing up with a bear and balloons and flowers at the hospital after a puck gives Snowy a concussion and he ends up in the hospital
-…with bandaged hands because of course he went after the guy who shot the puck at Snowy
-Tater sheepishly standing in the doorway of his hospital room, and Snowy looks up, and instead of the usual swearing on sight, he just kind of sighs and tells Tater to get over there
-Tater doing little thoughtful things for Snowy
-Snowy starting to do them back
-Snowy using duolingo to teach himself Russian and then getting SUPER FLUSTERED as he starts to translate what Tater says about him (all this time, he thought Tater was making fun of him)
-The first time Snowy sits next to Tater on a roadie, he falls asleep on Tater’s shoulder and Tater is so afraid to move
-(Jack totally knows what’s up)
-Snowy showing up after their game against the Aces and asking Tater to come for drinks, and them staying up until two in the morning talking, just talking, for once
-By the end of the night, they’re sitting close enough that Tater can sling his arm over Snowy’s shoulders
-The first time Snowy cusses a guy out FOR TATER
-Tater getting injured and Snowy being there when he wakes up
-A slow, tentative courtship that only really heats up after Jack comes out
It’s a tough game against the Bruins, always is. They play good, hard, old-time hockey, and even though the Falconers are a fairly new team, proximity quickly creates rivals. Alexei’s had a lot of work to do in terms of deflecting shots and keep Boston players away from the net. It’s a tough game for Snowy’s first start, but he’s held off every shot so far. Marty and Guy each have a goal, and the Bruins are starting to play more desperately, taking harder shots and giving harder hits. Laflamme is already out of the game after a big hit from Chara. At 6′4″, Alexei is taller than a lot of guys but definitely not Chara.
At ten minutes left in the game, Marchand comes barreling in with the puck, and Snowy dives out in a reckless save, covering the puck and knocking down Marchand in the process. Alexei goes in on standby. Marchand gets up, shouts at Snowy, gives him a hard shove. He’s got 63 by the sweater before he even realizes it, shouting, “Don’t you fucking mess with goalie!”
“Get the fuck off me!”
“Maybe then don’t fucking push goalie!”
The linemen come in and break it up fairly quickly, but the Providence crowd is cheering and shouting. Alexei still has tunnel vision almost, wants to punch Marchand in his rat face, wants to make him pay for daring to shove his friend. Let him try that shit again. He has a devastating hit planned for him if he does.
“Hey, great game, Snowy!”
“A shutout for your first game! Fuckin’ A!”
Alexei grins from his locker, pride welling up in his chest. Yes, that’s my friend. My roomie got a shutout! A hand claps his shoulder, causing him to turn. Marty smiles at him, says, “That was a great last shift, Tater Tot.”
Alexei blinks at him.
“Marty, what is Tater Tots?”
“Uh… it’s like a food. Tiny potatoes?”
“Why you are calling me tiny potato?”
“I finally thought of a good nickname for you,” Marty explains, “I couldn’t think of anything before, but I think Tater fits pretty well.”
“Tater is like potato?”
“Yeah, and who the shit doesn’t love potatoes? C’mere…”
He leads Alexei over to the rest of the group. Thirdy calls out, “There’s Tater! Tater, you were incredible! I can’t believe you almost kicked Marchand’s ass!”
“Well, since he so much smaller, I thought would be unfair.”
The guys all laugh.
“Yeah, that’s sure gonna teach guys not to mess with Snowy, though…”
Alexei catches Snowy’s gaze, and the two friends share a smile. Good game. Very good game.
This prompt was courtesy of one of my fandom (and non-fandom) faves, @justwritins, when I opened up prompts for like an hour back in October. Sorry it’s taken so long, but I promise I’ll get through all of them eventually!
The prompt:
Oh right! Snowy/Tater! Tater is a superhero. Snowy just wants to finish his fucking grocery shopping in piece. Insert a Villain.
I didn’t go into the villain, but there is some backstory here I may end up writing in a continuation. It’s just 130am and this story’s already 2.8k describing essentially one hour in the life. So yeah, superhero Snowtots below the cut!
Okay so hockey is like, rife with superstitions and
ritual.
Each player has their own pre-game rituals, which are
honestly on par with religious sacraments.
You do not fuck with a man’s
pre-game ritual. Also, the inability to
practice one’s pre-game ritual is deeply emotionally destabilizing. Like, we’re talking serious repercussions
here. If a player is unable to complete their
sacred ritual, there will be hell to pay.
Just as famous as Crosby’s famous pre-game plate of spaghetti,
or Jack Zimmerman’s pre-game PB&J, is Snowy’s pre-game application of eyeliner. It is not only essential to his game play; it
is essential to the current alignment of our space-time continuum.
Which brings us to Snowy, currently in the throes of an
emotional breakdown, in seat 15C on the Falc’s bus, clutching desperately to
his last remaining tube of La Nuit, Nior
de Nior eyeliner as though it were the cooling body of his only son.
i refuse to believe that was snowy’s girlfriend,, he looked the least surprised bc hes gay
i’ve decided she was either his sister, cousin, or friend. she likes hockey and wanted to meet some of the falconers and he was like “sure, sounds fine”
just moving along like everyone else 