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“I think he needs to go to the hospital,” Sid tells the nurse, who nods briskly and turns for a radio. “Nolan,” Sid continues. “Can you hear me?”
“Of course I can hear you,” Nolan says through gritted teeth. “I hit my head, I’m not deaf. Why am I wearing a fucking Penguins jersey?”
Sid speaks slowly, as if Nolan has brain damage. “Because you’re a Penguin, Nolan.”
Nolan stares at him. There’s no way Sid said what Nolan heard.
“I think I need to go to a hospital,” he finally says.
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it comes in waves, waves, waves by GreyMichaela for kreidbanejad
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
16 Jun 2022
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Lines of misery are carved deep into Chris’s face, his mouth set in a line and his eyes hard. To a casual observer, he probably looks angry, and he is, Mika knows. But it’s all directed at himself, no one else.
As he watches, Chris pulls Igor into a quick, tight hug. When he looks up, Mika signals for the door with a hook of his chin, and Chris’s mouth flattens even more somehow.
He doesn’t say anything when he joins him in the hall, though, and Mika hesitates.
“Are you—” Of course he’s not okay, what a stupid question.
“Let’s get this done,” Chris says, voice clipped, and strides down the hall without waiting for an answer.
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“Did you know everyone thinks we’re dating?” Mika says loudly.
It has the intended effect. Chris snaps his mouth shut with an audible click of teeth and stares at him.
“I—what?”
“Artie's worried. Asked me to talk to you about how hard you’re pushing yourself. Said since we’re dating, maybe you’ll listen to me.”
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“I didn’t fuck him,” Gibson says, watching his face. “But I can help you fuck him. If you want.”
There’s a faint roaring in Jamie’s ears. He shakes his head to clear it. “What?”
“You heard me,” Gibson says. He sounds amused now. “Do you want that?”
Jamie’s face is on fire. “You—I don’t need help,” he finally manages.
“I think maybe you do,” Gibson says calmly. “At least you will, to give him what he needs.” -
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Mika made it clear from the very beginning. He’d pulled back after kissing Chris, both of them drunk and flushed with their win, smiled into his eyes, and said, “I don’t believe in marriage.”
Chris had choked on a laugh. “Who’s proposing?” he sputtered.
“Absolutely no one,” Mika shot back, grinning. “I just want to be clear that this—” He gestured vaguely between them. “—Isn’t going anywhere.”
“Except the bedroom, right?” Chris asked, trying to nudge him along the hall, but Mika clearly wanted to make himself clear first.
“As long as you understand that this is just fun.”
“Well, not yet it’s not,” Chris said plaintively, and Mika laughed out loud and let Chris tow him deeper into the house.
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Elias holds out a hand, one eyebrow quirking up, and when Brock takes it, he steps backward, drawing him to the bed. Brock follows, just like always, the way he follows Elias wherever he goes without even thinking about it. It’s like breathing, like gravity. The world turns, the sun rises, and Brock follows Elias.
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It’s raining, he realizes, drops spattering the windows and drumming on the roof. Nicky’s breathing is steady and calm, hands unhesitating as he seeks out the knots in Joe’s muscles and defrays them with perfectly applied pressure, using skill and knowledge gained over hundreds of years of doing this.
Nicky has never seen the need to fill silence with words. It was something that took Joe a while to adjust to, Nicky’s way of communicating without speaking. The quirk of his lips, the twitch of an eyebrow, the smallest motion of his head, it’s all said far more for Nicky than words ever could.
So it’s something of a surprise when he starts talking.
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don't care if I'm falling (if I'm in your arms) by GreyMichaela
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)
25 Jul 2020
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“Wanna see the house?” Nicky asks after a few minutes.
“Mostly just want to kiss you some more,” Joe admits, leaning in to try and capture his mouth again, but Nicky laughs and turns his head away. Joe kisses the cheek that’s presented, then his jaw and down his throat, over the rough stubble to the soft skin of his throat. Nicky shivers, head tipped to the side, and his grip on Joe’s shoulders tightens.
A thousand years, and he can still pull reactions like this out of him. It makes delight burn in Joe’s chest, fierce and possessive.
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Sarwa is ladling stew into bowls and she hands the first one to Yusuf, who passes it to Nicolo and takes a drink from the now filled flask. “Is he your lover?” she asks.
Yusuf chokes on water and Nicolo pounds his back, eyebrows peaked with concern.
“I—” Yusuf pauses, wiping his streaming eyes.
Sarwa looks at him, nothing but mild curiosity on her face.
Yusuf glances at Nicolo. The firelight paints his cheekbones flickering gold, his eyes hooded and sleepy in the dim light.
“I don’t know what he is,” Yusuf finally admits, still looking at Nicolo.
Nicolo’s mouth quirks and he takes another bite of soup.
“He looks at you like you belong to him,” Sarwa says.
Nicolo keeps eating, oblivious to what they’re saying.
“I think he belongs to me too,” Yusuf whispers.
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TK is sitting cross-legged on the hood of Nolan’s car, head tilted back and eyes closed. Nolan stumbles to a stop, all rational thought scattering. TK looks blissful, like a well-fed cat lounging in the sun. The corners of his mouth curve up, and he sort of… wriggles in place, like he’s just so comfortable he can’t contain it.
Nolan hates him.
“Why didn’t you have to do an interview?” he snaps, dragging his keys from his pocket.
TK blinks his eyes open, languid and slow, and smiles when he sees Nolan glaring at him. “Cuz you’re prettier.”
Nolan trips over the parking stop and nearly falls. He pops up, outraged, to see TK laughing, arms wrapped around his ribs and head tipped back, so Nolan does the only reasonable thing in the situation—he shoves him off the hood.
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“You need to keep a sense of perspective. Everyone’s pumping your tires, telling you—” Henrik stops at the visible confusion on Igor’s face and sighs. “Sasha, translate for me.”
Alexandar scowls but repeats the sentence.
“Everyone’s telling you how incredible you are,” Henrik says, and Alexandar obediently translates it. Igor doesn’t look at him, eyes on Henrik. “And you are, kid. You’re really something.” Igor thinks Alexandar might be in danger of cracking a crown at having to say that, but he repeats the words. “Your ability to track a puck is absolutely amazing, and your reflexes—”
“Henke,” Alexandar says pleadingly.
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Sepe can’t talk to the dead.
He’d been seven years old the first time he’d tried, seven years old and sleepily stumbling back to bed from the bathroom at three a.m.
In later years, he’ll berate himself for not realizing sooner that the old woman weeping on the stairs doesn’t belong. He blames it on sleep fog and childhood naïveté and his mother insisting on good manners for dropping his hands from rubbing his eyes and asking, “Why are you sad?”
He should have said, “Who are you?” Or maybe “Why are you in my house?” Or better yet, he should have pretended he hadn’t seen her and gone back to bed.
He does none of those things. And she lifts her head and looks at him with eyes like bottomless pits, like sticky tar, like the black that gathers under the trees at night past his back yard.
His dog goes into those trees sometimes but Sepe never follows.
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Hat Trick, or: The Totally Accidental and Completely Unintentional Seduction of Carter Hart by GreyMichaela
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
25 Dec 2019
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TK shakes his head, forcing himself to focus. “I have you.”
“Duh.” Nolan tries to lower his head but TK fends him off.
“Claude has Ryanne,” he says, somewhat desperately. “And like... Joel’s got Morgan. And Ghost—he’s got Gina.”
Nolan props himself on one elbow. “You’d better get to the fucking point.”
“Who does Carter have?”
Nolan stares at him for a long moment and TK raises his eyebrows, doing his best to convey what he’s trying to say through facial expressions alone.
“You asshole,” Nolan says, and rolls off him.
TK sits up as Nolan grabs his clothes and yanks them on, muttering under his breath.
“We’re still having sex later, right?” he asks.
Nolan snaps a glare at him. “You’ll be lucky if we have sex again this month. Now get dressed.”
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TK’s knee jigs against Ivan’s as he peruses the menu, and Ivan absently puts a hand on it, stopping the bouncing.
“Be still,” he says.
TK freezes. When Ivan looks up, his eyes are wide but he’s not moving. Or talking. Ivan frowns.
“Feeling okay?”
TK’s mouth works briefly before he finds words. “I—yep. Great. Wonderful. Peachy, even. You could say—”
“Oh my god shut up,” Ivan says, and TK’s mouth snaps closed.
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Brandon strokes his hair. Adam is heavy and Brandon’s going to need to breathe again at some point, but right now he’ll willingly put up with any number of discomforts if it means he’s got Adam there, surrounding and invading all his senses until there’s nothing else Brandon can see, smell, or feel.
“I miss you so much,” he whispers, because Adam’s asleep and therefore it’s safe to be vulnerable. “I love the Pens, I do, playing there has been incredible, but—” He presses a kiss to Adam’s temple. “I miss you so much it’s like I’ve lost an arm, or one of my senses. I turn to talk to you a thousand times a day. I don’t—how am I supposed to do this without you?”
Adam stirs and Brandon snaps his mouth shut. He’s smiling when Adam lifts his head, blinking blearily down at him.
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The worst part, he thinks sometimes, is that he doesn’t know what they were to each other. Were they anything? Was it just the way Gabe is with everyone? No, Tyson thinks. No, Gabe wasn’t like that with anyone else on the team. Not… like that. Gabe didn’t sit too close to anyone else, graze their thigh with his knuckles, touch their hand for a little too long.
Unless Tyson had been imagining it.
Had he been imagining the way Gabe watched his mouth sometimes, too? The way his gaze would flick down as Tyson talked, or ate, or licked his fingers, and how his eyes would go dark?
Probably. The result of Tyson wanting it so much.
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pull the thorns from your heart by GreyMichaela for Miniatures
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King
20 Sep 2019
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Richie had stayed close all the way to the quarry, Eddie half in his lap, crammed in the back of Richie’s ridiculous car while Beverly drove, her white-knuckled hands steady on the wheel. Eddie couldn’t stop prodding at the knot of gnarled scar tissue above his breastbone, until Richie took his hand and moved it away. He held it the rest of the way to the quarry, and Eddie had been afraid to breathe in case it reminded him.
In the water, Beverly had fussed about the cut on Eddie’s face, telling him not to get it wet.
“Bev,” Richie had said in that dry, deadpan way of his, “he just jumped off a cliff. I think that ship has sailed.”
The others had laughed, and Beverly had splashed Richie, and Eddie had watched as Richie laughed too, pretending to cower. He’d even smiled, almost, when Richie turned to share the joke with him, his dark hair plastered to his face.
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Brandon gets traded to the Penguins. He and Adam have to figure some shit out, and fast.
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the empty spaces left behind by GreyMichaela for Spoodlemonkey
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
04 Jul 2019
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Andre gets traded to the Avalanche. He doesn't want to go.
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Chris never stops moving. Mika makes him be still.
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- Part 2 of Chris and Mika