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ths. greta/darren, gen, 690 words.
Her hand is sweat-soft. Nails bright pink and the sun makes the colour seem resigned. It’s not though, she is not. Greta crosses her pinkie finger with his. Chris said last night that this morning would be promising.
the gold list
ths&tyv. greta/jon, gen, 1492 words.
the suitcase is a red/brown with forced cracks in the leather. plastic handle, 1-2-3 combination lock, white metal hardware. the first photograph greta pulled out of the case was dated july 12th, 1955. the day greta met jon & he said he wanted to make her into a piece of cinematic history. turned the flash of his camera on, advanced the film, & snapped her into the yellow sky of the afternoon.
small machine
cs&tai. gabe/william, pg, 2380 words.
fingers crossed and gabe's hands going behind william's back. pieces of blood-rushed faces from the couch. vicky upside-down with her legs crossed, ends of her hair touching the wooden floor.
her gum pops.
criminal minds
the curator's house
morgan/reid, nc-17, 2650 words.
"I think they're cute." Elle. Reid looks up from his arms and up at her bright face. "If not a little old." Her smile is way more comforting than Morgan's. And Garcia's. Reid tries not to close his eyes. "Maybe I can convince Gideon to lend you his reading glasses."
talk, you
morgan/reid, r, 6240 words.
Reid doesn't like the feel of blood on his hands, drying on the skin up his arms. Almost snaps his watchband, struggling to undo the buttons of his shirt cuffs. He pushes them back up to the crooks of his elbows and they itch. Scratches down his forearms. He's breathless and overwhelmed. It's not just someone else's blood; it's Nathan's blood. Reid doesn't know who's touching him. He turns away. There's sound in the distance.
warnings episode (2x11, "sex, birth, death")/series spoilers, discussion of necrophilia.
never never ever never
reid/lila, nc-17, 1644 words.
Her voice is soft over the telephone. Lila always sounds like she has a cold. It makes her seem more human, more like Spencer. Call times (five in the morning and eleven at night). Managers (another Michael). Eating chocolate and watching TV (semi-dark, nothing with anyone she knows). The feel of her next to him. The soft miles between them.
bird through the wire
morgan/reid, r, 10039 words.
There are two switchboards. Headsets. Plugs. The directory. Spencer’s pen and paper. There’s no code because Penelope’s the only one listening in. Three telephones in the lobby and two in the bar. Hotel telephones are connected to the hotel switchboard. One for outsourcing. One for rooms. Or, you want to be talking to the operator.
warnings graphic violence, death.
football
slosh around loose
arsenal. aaron ramsey/nicklas bendtner, nc-17, 3262 words.
It was cold, he could see his and Nick’s breath in the air, and he felt too warm. Head spinning. And, obviously, that was going to be a problem. He wanted to faint. Or something.
closing your curtains at night
arsenal&barcelona. cesc fàbregas/lionel messi/gerard piqué, pg-13, 2856 words.
Gerard’s name tops his never-ending reel of texts. You should call me. Now, preferably. Cesc smiles at it. Stuck above a trivial, panicked message from Carlota about hair straighteners and idiot brothers.
rubberbands 'round your fingers
arsenal. cesc fàbregas/robin van persie, pg, 2036 words.
He nods enthusiastically. “Right, right. Of course.” He stumbles for a moment, swinging Robin along with him. He only notices, now, the vodka-ice that’s come out of nowhere. “You met my friend Cesc, yet?”
gaslight
lyon. yoann gourcuff/hugo lloris, pg, 1622 words.
Blood and metal against his mouth. Shallow breath pursed behind his lips. Fingers pushing down in quarter- and half-steps. He grinds his foot into the stage and his hands sweat. There is no slow.
when you turn around
arsenal. robin van persie/jack wilshere (rvp/thomas vermaelen, rvp/bouchra van persie), r, 8177 words.
He thought that he’d retire there. Knew he’d retire there when he was just a little bit younger. Thierry didn’t. Cesc didn’t. It was supposed to be him. Rule of threes. But no. Bedroom walls lined with boxes.
a conversation that's not about us
arsenal. robin van persie/thomas vermaelen/mikel arteta (established rvp/thomas vermaelen), nc-17, 2046 words.
Mikel’s face against his neck. All the others there. Wins. Hands on the nape of Robin’s neck, like he’s not even aware of it.
rum corners
arsenal. robin van persie/thomas vermaelen, pg-13, 1806 words.
Can hear Kenneth screaming at him. Van 't Schip, too. Feels so small when Jan turns to look at him. Defeat in his shoulders. Hurt in the shine of his eyes. He was right there.
five times sven ulreich proved someone wrong
stuttgart. sven ulreich, gen, 1863 words.
He keeps hearing it: "You're on your way to being promoted, Ulle. Next season, for sure."
off the radar & into harm's way
dortmund&real madrid. mario götze/nuri şahin, pg-13, 3049 words.
He wakes up sweating. His throat's dry and he's coughing. Keeled over his own legs as his body racks. A hand settles on his shoulder. It's cold, a shock.
bijna, or: two ways the euros could have gone and the one way they did go
netherlands. robin van persie/ibrahim afellay, r, 6140 words.
He's seen others come through injury without issue. He's had a match, a league return, but it's. World stage. Pressure. Absolute limit. He's laying on his back, the first night in Kraków, and he can't sleep.
etc
a poet named after a gun (robert browning)
patd&twilight rpf. brendon/rob pattinson, pg, 885 words.
the city has black lung. brendon feels a little contagious. glasses and hair gel and buying cigarettes he doesn’t really like to smoke, but his dad got him on them and some parts of you don’t stay behind when you leave. he thought that maybe being around all that money would give him something to strive for.
i could be your man
st:xi rpf&heroes. chris/zach (chris/sylar, zach/mohinder), pg-13, 2833 words.
He looks like Zach and he’s acting sort of batshit insane like Zach sometimes (usually) does, but the whole moving-random-objects-in-a-destructive-manner-with-his-mind thing is new and he’s calling Chris, ‘Noah’, and long strings of curse words at an alarming frequency. So, Chris is going to assume that this probably isn’t Zach. Zach’s usually not walking around with that much blood on him, anyways.
warnings infidelity.
in double-dutch
mad men. betty & peggy, gen, 1444 words.
She keeps her hands to her chest. Prayer position. The organ’s shrill over the congregation, around their bodies. Anita’s foot nudges her calf.
This is no way to focus. To talk to someone. To ask for something.
it's time to spend the night away
ferris bueller's day off. ferris/cameron, pg13, 1825 words.
Ferris looks at Cameron later that night, when the sweat's dried to a dull shine and the tense lines under his skin seem to have relaxed. He's caught off-guard, really. It's always the other way around.
aging without mistake
spartacus. gannicus, gen, 1143 words.
Gannicus still has trouble thinking beyond the adrenaline, the press of death everywhere, that the arena offers. He focuses on the warm pulse and spray of blood, the sharpness of the blades he holds. It starts out as low-thrumming anger in his fingertips before it settles firmly in his shoulders.
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