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before we met, i was so afraid of dying. but if the end comes today, this will have been enough
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Cut Out All the Ropes and Let Me Fall 1/4

Date: 2015-05-11 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I hope this is at least sort of what you were looking for? Eventual Tyler/Jamie, the second part features a lot of Patrick Kane and some mild (mostly implied) Kane/Toews.


Sometimes Tyler's entire life feels like he stepped out onto a rink with no gear and no time to center himself before the ground turned slick and smooth. Like the split second of desperate over correction before a fall. Like maybe if he keeps spinning his arms and moving his feet just a little bit faster than necessary, his balance will return and the ice won't come rising up to meet him, unforgivably hard, and shockingly cold.

(and everyone will know. Everyone will see him laid flat and they will know he wasn't ready)

Of course, the one place he doesn't feel like that is on the actual ice. Skating is good, skating is easy in a way nothing else around him seems to be, even if the team doesn't always seem willing to give him the kind of chances he knows he deserves. He has to earn it, he knows, and he will, he can. It's off the ice that he has a problem.

Eighteen is too young to live alone, in a new city, when he's never been on his own before. His mom worries though, so he pushes down his own concerns and puts on a confident act for her sake. And then he tries to avoid being alone as much as possible, filling up his hours with as many willing companions as he can find. He knows it's not his best idea, but he hates being alone more than he worries about his image.

(this is a mistake, and later he will never be entirely sure that he didn't know it at the time)

But most of the time things are really fucking good. Especially that first year, that first summer after they win The Cup. He barely notices the way he feels off a step from where he should be, not when Boston is lit up all around him and no one gives a fuck that he's too young to be so publicly shit-faced.

Later though, the feeling comes back. When he's been reprimanded for his antics by the front office again, when he ignores them and goes out again, when he's crashing yet another college party just to spend some time with people his own age again. When he's licking the taste of cheap liquor out of the mouth of another frat boy and wondering if this is the one who will sell him out, finally.

His life is both everything and nothing he ever wanted, and sometimes when his hookup of the moment licks a stripe across his Stanley Cup tattoo (and they always do it, boy or girl, hockey fan or not, they always want to put their tongues right on the mark that declares a Tyler to be A Winner) he can't help but think that it should feel different than it does, that the payoff for every bit of childhood he gave up shouldn't feel so...hollow.

(and then he feels guilty as hell,thinks about everything his parents gave up for him, thinks about Brownie waiting for a call up that will probably never come, thinks about Taylor Hall and all his talent listing away in Edmonton)

He drinks more. He parties more. He hooks up more. He gets in the media spotlight more. He doesn't play much more, doesn't get the minutes on the ice that he wants, needs, to leave an impression.

And then the lockout, and no one is playing at all, not in North America, so Tyler goes to Europe.

Re: Cut Out All the Ropes and Let Me Fall 2/4

Date: 2015-05-11 05:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
He plays as hard as he knows how, and it's good. Getting paid to play hockey is always good, obviously, but he doesn't feel the same sort of pressure in Biel as he does at home, and it's nicer than he thought it would be to have nothing expected of him other than to play good hockey and try not to fuck up the language barrier too badly.

When Patrick Kane comes to Biel, Tyler has to pinch himself a few times before he really lets himself believe it's true. And then it turns out that Kaner's awesome and they have great time together, and the nice time Tyler was having in Europe notches up to fantastic.


Everyone heard about Patrick Kane's absolute clusterfuck of a spring, and Tyler can see it in his eyes sometimes, the way Kaner's playing like he's got something to prove, and in early December Tyler finally gets the nerve to ask about it, flat out.

Kane takes it pretty well, considering.

"Are you trying to ask me what it feels like to be one The NHL's biggest off-ice fuck ups?"

"Um. Yes?"

Patrick laughs. "Dude, you are like, redder than anything I've seen in nature. Relax. I'll let you get away with asking because I know you're asking for some sort of weird fuck up guidance, not to judge."

Which, Yeah, that's what Tyler is after here.

"It's just. You went kind of off the rails--sorry--but your team stuck by you, in the media anyway, and you didn't get traded, and...how?"

Patrick shrugs, his eyes widening with something a little bit like awe. "I don't know. I really don't. I spent a lot of the summer just waiting for the call saying they traded me, but it never came. I got lucky. It was tough year, for a lot of reasons, and by the end of it I just didn't want to, I don't know, even think anymore? So I didn't. Obviously. And then I woke up one day and realized I'd pretty much hit bottom, and for some reason there were still people on my side."

It's more than Tyler was expecting to get from him, and it leaves him reeling, a little bit.

Patrick shrugs again. "Sorry, man. I wish I had more helpful advice, or something. I guess, just don't shoot yourself in the foot and cross your fingers that your team is still in your corner, if you do?"

It's good advice, but it isn't incredibly helpful. Not when Tyler knows deep down in his bones that his team won't be in his corner, might not have been in his corner even at the start. He forces a laugh instead. Rolls his eyes.

"Guess it also doesn't hurt that your captain is, like, your total BFF, huh?"

He kind of expects Kaner to deny that, everyone knows the media plays that shit up, but instead he ducks his head, tips of his ears going pink.

"Well, y'know..." Kaner mumbles at the table.

Tyler doesn't, is the thing. But he wants to. Thinks it would be nice.

They don't talk about it again, but a few weeks later Tyler is there when Kaner's phone starts buzzing and flashing a picture of Jonathan Toews with his tongue sticking out.

Tyler and Patrick stare at each other for a second. It's a weird hour to be making phone calls in the United States, and they both know what that might mean.

Patrick scrambles to answer it, puts it on speaker in the middle of the table, and says in one breath,

"Tazer? You're on speaker, Segs is here too, what's up?"

"Patrick." Toews sounds exhausted, elated, and something else Tyler is too nervous to identify, and he says Kaner's name like it's an entire sentence. Tyler kind of thinks it might be, especially if Kaner's face is anything to go by.

"Is it-? Did you-? Jonny, please, please tell me I can come home."

"Yeah," Toews laughs like he can't quite believe it, and Tyler feels like he's soaring and falling at once. "Yeah, babe, it's over, come home."

Patrick cuts his eyes over at Tyler and takes the phone off speaker. Which. Huh. Tyler has a tendency to call anybody he feels at all fond of, 'babe' but he's never gotten the impression that Toews is the kind of guy to do the same, which probably means...It explains a lot, actually. Whatever. He has more important things to do than speculate about other people, even if he does have to push down a brief flare of jealousy that Kaner is going home to more than just hockey.

The next couple of days are a flurry of packing and phone calls and travel plans, and Tyler means to say something to Kaner about how he's glad things are working out for him, fuck up to fuck up, but there just isn't time.

And then they're back in the States and rushing through a shortened season, and Tyler is back to making questionable choices in his limited free time, and wondering how much farther he has to fall to hit rock bottom, and the next time he even sees Kaner it's when Chicago plays Boston in the final, and Boston loses.

The loss hurts, but when he sees the things the media has been saying about him, the things his team doesn't even try to deny...that hurts more.
From: (Anonymous)
He plays as hard as he knows how, and it's good. Getting paid to play hockey is always good, obviously, but he doesn't feel the same sort of pressure in Biel as he does at home, and it's nicer than he thought it would be to have nothing expected of him other than to play good hockey and try not to fuck up the language barrier too badly.

When Patrick Kane comes to Biel, Tyler has to pinch himself a few times before he really lets himself believe it's true. And then it turns out that Kaner's awesome and they have great time together, and the nice time Tyler was having in Europe notches up to fantastic.


Everyone heard about Patrick Kane's absolute clusterfuck of a spring, and Tyler can see it in his eyes sometimes, the way Kaner's playing like he's got something to prove, and in early December Tyler finally gets the nerve to ask about it, flat out.

Kane takes it pretty well, considering.

"Are you trying to ask me what it feels like to be one The NHL's biggest off-ice fuck ups?"

"Um. Yes?"

Patrick laughs. "Dude, you are like, redder than anything I've seen in nature. Relax. I'll let you get away with asking because I know you're asking for some sort of weird fuck up guidance, not to judge."

Which, Yeah, that's what Tyler is after here.

"It's just. You went kind of off the rails--sorry--but your team stuck by you, in the media anyway, and you didn't get traded, and...how?"

Patrick shrugs, his eyes widening with something a little bit like awe. "I don't know. I really don't. I spent a lot of the summer just waiting for the call saying they traded me, but it never came. I got lucky. It was tough year, for a lot of reasons, and by the end of it I just didn't want to, I don't know, even think anymore? So I didn't. Obviously. And then I woke up one day and realized I'd pretty much hit bottom, and for some reason there were still people on my side."

It's more than Tyler was expecting to get from him, and it leaves him reeling, a little bit.

Patrick shrugs again. "Sorry, man. I wish I had more helpful advice, or something. I guess, just don't shoot yourself in the foot and cross your fingers that your team is still in your corner, if you do?"

It's good advice, but it isn't incredibly helpful. Not when Tyler knows deep down in his bones that his team won't be in his corner, might not have been in his corner even at the start. He forces a laugh instead. Rolls his eyes.

"Guess it also doesn't hurt that your captain is, like, your total BFF, huh?"

He kind of expects Kaner to deny that, everyone knows the media plays that shit up, but instead he ducks his head, tips of his ears going pink.

"Well, y'know..." Kaner mumbles at the table.

Tyler doesn't, is the thing. But he wants to. Thinks it would be nice.

They don't talk about it again, but a few weeks later Tyler is there when Kaner's phone starts buzzing and flashing a picture of Jonathan Toews with his tongue sticking out.

Tyler and Patrick stare at each other for a second. It's a weird hour to be making phone calls in the United States, and they both know what that might mean.

Patrick scrambles to answer it, puts it on speaker in the middle of the table, and says in one breath,

"Tazer? You're on speaker, Segs is here too, what's up?"

"Patrick." Toews sounds exhausted, elated, and something else Tyler is too nervous to identify, and he says Kaner's name like it's an entire sentence. Tyler kind of thinks it might be, especially if Kaner's face is anything to go by.

"Is it-? Did you-? Jonny, please, please tell me I can come home."

"Yeah," Toews laughs like he can't quite believe it, and Tyler feels like he's soaring and falling at once. "Yeah, babe, it's over, come home."

Patrick cuts his eyes over at Tyler and takes the phone off speaker. Which. Huh. Tyler has a tendency to call anybody he feels at all fond of, 'babe' but he's never gotten the impression that Toews is the kind of guy to do the same, which probably means...It explains a lot, actually. Whatever. He has more important things to do than speculate about other people, even if he does have to push down a brief flare of jealousy that Kaner is going home to more than just hockey.

The next couple of days are a flurry of packing and phone calls and travel plans, and Tyler means to say something to Kaner about how he's glad things are working out for him, fuck up to fuck up, but there just isn't time.

And then they're back in the States and rushing through a shortened season, and Tyler is back to making questionable choices in his limited free time, and wondering how much farther he has to fall to hit rock bottom, and the next time he even sees Kaner it's when Chicago plays Boston in the final, and Boston loses.

The loss hurts, but when he sees the things the media has been saying about him, the things his team doesn't even try to deny...that hurts more.
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From: [personal profile] perseused
I AM HONEST TO GOD SHRIEKING. i love fic that incorporates kaner and segs in biel and MAN do i love me some kazer. FEELIN HELLA BLESSED OH MAN.

kaner talking to segs about being a fuck up ;_______; TAZER CALLING HIM BABE. ON SPEAKER.

[Seeks Death]

This is fantastic. I can't wait to read the rest!!

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