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Brad Richards/Vinny Lecavalier
Brad is disappointed with their quarterfinal exit for plenty of reasons, but the biggest one is simply that he wanted to win for Vinny.

Apolo Anton Ohno
The media kept reiterating how Apolo led a “monastic life” for the past four years, and Apolo never failed to laugh when he heard it. The media didn’t know him at all. He had claimed at least half the people at his training center and planned to claim the other half when he got back.

Homer/Nicks
The only thing better than one Nick, Tomas thought idly, was having two. There was so much blonde, so much pale skin all over the bed. It was the most beautiful sight Tomas had ever seen.

Pervy Mats Sundin
Mats had been on a touchy-feely euphoric high since the game ended, so Tomas wasn’t particularly surprised when he was tackled in the showers. It was a moment of soapy wet skin and rough warmth, and then Mats was off after one of the Sedins. Tomas grinned, shaking his head.

Gold really did do strange things to people.

Igor Larionov, Pavel Datsyuk
“I miss you.”

Igor smiled, smoothing back Pavel’s hair. “You’re doing fine.”

“I still miss you,” Pavel insisted stubbornly. He leaned his head against Igor’s collarbone for a moment and left a breath of a kiss. “Come visit more.”

“I’ll try,” Igor promised. “Go on now, or you’ll miss your flight.”

Pavel nodded and Igor let go.

Brad/Vinny
One the flight home they can’t bring themselves to talk. Brad attempts to sleep, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Vinny puts on his headphones and zones out to heavy growling music. Neither is fully conscious when hands touch and fingers tangle, but they are aware of resting a little easier.

random
She whispers “remember” and the word curls from her lips, drifts lower and lower until it becomes indistinguishable from the floor. You don’t stop walking there anyway.

random
The night she lost her virginity was the worst night of her life, not because the sex was bad, but because she realized she didn’t really exist. The girl so artfully posing, so diligently keeping her stomach sucked in, wasn’t her. And she wished she could remember when she lost herself.

poetry
So yeah, I took the pills.
I didn't want to die but I knew it had to end.
The stars always seem brighter when there are tears in your eyes.
Silly how I remember since I no longer cry.

It's slowly (take my hand, follow me)...
stopping (don't let go, just please)...
Through whatever will be, will you still be mine?

random
Drown, drown, drown, you slut...but it is not so easy to drown a cat with claws. They have learned that, haven't they? Just as I have learned to swim.