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  1. Rec 14

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    Michael makes lattes; one of his regulars plays a superhero on TV. No big deal.

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    21 Mar 2017

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    He’d heard that Tom Welling was a regular at this location but didn’t quite expect to see the guy on his first shift in the store. Michael’s not one to get thrown by celebs and he knows that because he was a minor celeb himself about seven years ago. Still, it’s unusual that a hot guy from TV looks even prettier in person — so often, features that are perfect and regular on a screen look overlarge and slightly unbalanced in real life.

    Three lattes later, Michael’s putting a sleeve on a double tall non-fat cappuccino, and he looks up to see that Tom Welling is standing at the front of the line for retrieving drinks.

    And Tom Welling’s eyes are fixed on the way Michael’s sliding that sleeve over the white cup, high and snug and oh.

  2. Rec 38

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    He doesn't know why this is happening.

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    16 Mar 2017

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    "Clark's coming with us to the game. Is there room for all of us or will I have to sit on his lap?"

    Lex coughs. "I own the stadium, Amanda. I think they can squeeze us in."

    Amanda rolls her eyes. "Yes, I know, you're incredibly rich. I was talking about the car."

    "Oh." Squeak of shifting leather. "There's a...back seat."

    "That thing has a backseat?" They sound equally skeptical.

    "I'm looking right at it. You should fit if you don't breathe very much." More squeaking leather. "Hmm..."

    "What?"

    "There's golf clubs back here."

    "You don't golf."

    "They must have come with the car."

    Amanda snorts. "Only you would have these sorts of problems. We'll be right down."

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    A routine investigation into an art theft turns up Neal's fingerprints on a stolen painting. Neal swears he's never stolen a Nullier painting, but that's only half the truth...

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    13 Mar 2017

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    "I don't wear hats!"

    Neal sighed. "That's why they call it artistic license."

    "You painted me!"

    "What? You should be flattered, your mouth's worth like ninety grand. Wait, not like that," Neal added hurriedly.

    "You took my face!" Peter said, taking his wallet back.

    "Borrowed, for a painting. Nobody knows it's -- "

    "Trumbull does," Peter said, as information began to slot into place. "He kept looking at me weird. Neal, you stole my face."

    "It's not like it's a nude or something," Neal said carefully. "Come on, Peter, how many people can say a portrait of them sold for major money in the art world? Nullier is famous. Man With Fedora was his re-emergence after five years of silence."

    "Fedora," Peter repeated, horrified realization dawning. "Fedora."

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    No one knows the truth about the strange, well-paying man who comes into the bar three times a week and only talks about his husband. But everyone has their theories.

    (Теперь у фанфика есть русский перевод)

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    26 Feb 2017

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    “To be fair, we’re not sure if he’s Russian,” Margot replies. “But what do we know about him? He dresses well. His husband travels internationally, frequently, on business-- ” She makes air quotes, “--he doesn’t work, because he says he’s retired, which suggests so many things.”

    “I’m not having this conversation with you,” Georgina says, pushing past her out of the walk-in to go count the till.

    “And he like, really loves his husband. Like, almost too much, you know? What if it’s a cry for help. What if he thought he would have a better life in this country if he married this wealthy client--”

    “Oh my God,” Georgina says. “Oh my God!”

    “I’m just saying,” Margot replies.

    “Are we really so jaded with the idea of love and marriage that we can’t accept that My Husband and My Husband’s Husband are really in love and happy together?” Georgina asks.

    “Yes,” Margot replies. “No one is that happy. No one talks about their significant other like that! When was the last time you heard me talk about Tyler like that?”

    “Didn’t you and Tyler break up?”

    “No! We live together! It’s clearly a cry for help,” Margot says.

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    Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

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    20 Feb 2017

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    “It’s only,” Ron says, and takes a long swig of his wine, clearly to brace himself. “You — well. You know how you can get, Harry. About Malfoy.”

    “What?” Harry says, staring at both of them. “Sorry, what ? No, I don’t know how I can get about Malfoy, what are you even talking about?”

    “Oh, Harry,” says Hermione, sounding very pitying.

    “Mate,” Ron says, in the same tone. “C’mon. This is a safe space.”

    “Also, we were there,” adds Hermione, with a heavy sigh. “Remember in sixth year? When you were so obsessed with him that we weren’t allowed to talk about anything else?”

    “He was doing evil,” Harry protests, outraged. “And I was doing my best to thwart evil! That’s not obsessive, that’s — that’s — civic-minded!”

    “Civic-minded, was it, to sit up all night watching his name move around the Slytherin common room on the Marauder’s Map?” Ron does not sound convinced. Also, he sounds like maybe he thinks Harry has suffered some sort of traumatic brain injury in the last ten minutes; it’s not a combination Harry enjoys. “I swear, one night we were down in the common room and I said, ‘You coming to bed, Harry?’ and you said — ”

    “Oh god, I remember this,” Hermione interrupts, and groans. “You said ‘I won’t rest until Malfoy does!’ Then you threw a paperweight at the wall, and it exploded.”

    “I loved that paperweight,” Ron says mournfully. “It died too young.”