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In which Sid's landscaping is doomed to not survive the winter, Geno is sometimes a bear when he's not playing hockey, and Sid attempts to communicate his feelings through... fish?
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When two-touch gets prematurely interrupted by a stuck ball and Sidney's pregame routine is thrown off, he needs to find a different way to loosen up and take his mind off the stress of the game.
Geno's dick usually works.
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He is all too aware of the warmth of Sid's thigh pressed all along his own. Apparently he's not been hiding it well either - but everyone's always clustered around Sid. Always. He wonders if everyone doesn't fall a little in love with their captain on nights like these. He shrugs a little and tries for another sip of his beer.
"No really, and I'm saying don't be shy. He's a great choice." The air is thick with sweat and booze and old worn wood and vinyl. Tazer leans in on him, curling an arm around his neck and bringing his lips up to Steven's ear as he says, "He gives fucking great head."
Steven only narrowly misses spitting his full mouthful of beer across the table.
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"Geno," Sid says, and this is definitely his warning tone, but Zhenya's already committed at this point. He puts on his best cocky expression and pries off his glove, sticks his hand out to PK.
"Central beats Metro. Standard bet… one?" PK offers, brows still lifted in question. He licks his lips reflexively, glancing down at Zhenya's hand as he frees his own hand from its glove and holds it out in return, just waiting for Zhenya's confirmation.
"Geno," Sid says again, low and flat.
But fuck all if Zhenya's going to admit to ignorance now, so he just slots his hand into PK's and smirks at him.
"Deal."
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It's been almost a year since Jeff last looked at him, two years since the last time Jeff turned up on his doorstep and looked at him like this -
- or no, maybe he's never looked at him quite like this… like Eric is unfinished business that he's determined to finally do something about.
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"Sorry, was just…" he pauses to try and think about the right english words for the situation where his ass is making phone calls without his permission. There's a phrase he thinks, he's heard it used… "Booty call?"
That sounds… almost right? Close enough, it must be, given the way Sidney huffs a breathless little laugh at him.
"Jesus. How, uh, how drunk are you?" Sidney asks, voice sounding a little odd.
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It's not until he's sprawled on his back in the beginning of the second period, dazed and staring up in search of anything he can focus on to get the rink to stop spinning around him, that he actually looks at the stands.
So it's surreal when he looks now and his eyes focus on a single face. One that resolves into someone achingly familiar amidst the crush of shouting fans and players starting a fight around him, lit bright and golden from the light reflecting off the ice.
Someone he-
He has his hands over his mouth, his body frozen stiff and his dark eyes so wide as he stares back at Jack, so frightened-looking and for a moment Jack has the strangest rush of protectiveness, of a need to check whatever it is that's upsetting Bittle… a man he hasn't seen or heard from in years - until he realizes that Jack's blood on the ice is probably the thing that's upsetting.
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Tony's a little tiny bit entirely stuck in his suit. But who needs the jaws of life when you have a Super Soldier on hand?
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By popular demand, I present the glossary of terms, religious and cultural nuance, side character backstory, and extemporaneous nonsense made to accompany the story Golden Boy.
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Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.
But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.
It's enough that Derek hesitates.
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It's a strange feeling, being this uncertain. Every time he looks towards the door, doubt assails him. It taunts his eagerness, his gaucherie and arrogance in making such a proposition. It mocks him in a cadence that sounds a lot like Tony and he wavers, uncertainty leading to caution and then retreat.
But when he turns, marches back into his apartment towards the big windows with the sparkling lights in the shadows, he can't help but think about how long it's taken to find this empty a space in Tony's schedule. Can't help when his eyes inevitably land on the sketchpad sitting open on his table with the drawing of Clint and Tony leaning sated and naked against the wall. Of Clint saying to Tony,
So, you like it rough…
Because the thing is… so does Steve.
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- Part 3 of Avengers Quarantine Procedures
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Field-Stripped and Oil-Rubbed by trilliath
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
01 Nov 2015
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When Clint's phone notifies him that his Avenger Status has suddenly been changed to "INACTIVE" in bright red with the code "MD" on it, he is beyond pissed because he's fine what the fuck? Not like, "It's just a flesh wound" fine or "They're bruised not broken" fine, but like, actually completely fine fine. So what the fuck?
When medical gets the message, someone spills their coffee and quite possibly cries, someone else decides that today is a great day to go home sick and everyone else resignedly draws tongue-depressors to decide who's going to be the one to hand over the full report to Barton detailing the medical disqualification.
When Coulson gets the message, he takes a deep breath to settle his nerves, smiles, and waits.
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- Part 2 of Avengers Quarantine Procedures
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Memo: Avengers Quarantine Procedures by trilliath
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
25 Oct 2015
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When Coulson arrives back at his desk after some Doombot wrangling he discovers that in the meantime, following an incident with some pixie-dust obsessed mutant on the other side of the country, things have not been handled per regulations for the other half of the Avengers.
It would appear that at least one junior field agent has failed to retain the information from the special procedures for Avengers quarantines because someone has placed Stark, Rogers, and Barton together in one lone quarantine chamber without clothing, privacy shields, or any form of necessary distractions.
Phil is rapidly downgrading his estimation of the day.
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- Part 1 of Avengers Quarantine Procedures
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Exact Measurements Required by trilliath
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
22 Aug 2015
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That time S.H.I.E.L.D. quartermasters accidentally put Steve's balls in a vise and it goes exactly as well as you'd expect it to. Tony promptly offers to help. Because he's helpful like that. Obviously.
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"Hm?" Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy's face, then catches up and resumes working. "Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry's wife."
"You wot?" Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might've mis-heard.
But he hasn't because Roxy's face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy's ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.
"Yes, Harry's married. Did he never mention that to you?" Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. "Well, on to more important matters…"
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Today's the day. He's gonna do it. He's actually going to (as Cora says) "speak words like a normal human and talk" to (as Cora has designated him) Cute Coffee Boy.
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"It's raining," Derek says, voice low and disappointed and almost apologetic because he's ridiculous. Ridiculous.
"I know, isn't it great?" Stiles says with a happy sigh.
They walk up over the gentle arch of the bridge over the little creek, arm-in-arm. The rain patters against the umbrella Derek's holding over their heads and makes round, musical sounds as it splashes into the water below them.
"You hate when it rains like this," Derek replies, frowning over at him.
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The young man is standing with an arm casually thrown up to lean against the door frame, displaying his bare torso to advantage, his powerful swimmer's shoulders and lean body pale with moonlight. His cocky grin, however, is fading quickly into a look of shock and confusion. Other than a pelt shaped into a sloppy kilt, his legs are bare too, despite the chill winds coming in off the ocean.
"You're not a girl," he says in a gently lilting accent that's like an odd blend of all the coastal voices Derek's ever heard, squinting at Derek like his eyes might somehow be deceiving him.
Unlikely, given his dark beard and broad, well-muscled shoulders, let alone what he's got under his kilt.
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Lydia approves of trains. She approves of public transportation in general. She approves of having the assurance of a ride to the places she needs to go, without the hassles of traffic or fuel prices or parking or maintenance.
She does not, however, always approve of her fellow passengers.
[Based off a tumblr story that detailed a woman's experience on the train...]
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Stiles is a young adult incubus who has made his way to New York City. After his first makeout session ended in death, he left Beacon Hills to try and understand what he was and protect the people he cared about. But being his father's son, in name if not by birth, he's never been able to accept the idea of killing innocent humans to feed himself. So in order to survive and keep his morals both, he travels across the country feeding on sexual predators.
Derek is a NYC werewolf cop, who dedicates his life to protecting and serving both the human and fae communities - protecting them from each other if necessary. When a string of succubus or incubus kills starts hitting his city, and Derek runs into Stiles at a crime scene, Derek wants to find a way to help this neophyte fae survive under the radar before someone else puts him down.
Too bad Stiles seems to run away whenever Derek gets near him.