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Fic: The Price of Admission [sid/geno, hockey rpf au]
“Didn’t what? No. Whatever you’re- no. I’d just won a gold medal, I was happy. We had sex. Then we flew back here and I went back to hating him. I don’t get what you’re...” She would not have voluntarily shared this information with the locker room – God, she is going to kill Jordy when they get to Sochi – but she has also spent nearly ten years in this locker-room. They are not shy. As potentially dubious choices go, one time with another player, when they were both single, in the privacy of Sid’s own room in Vancouver, barely moves the needle.

Geno is shaking his head. “Don’t understand.”

“There’s nothing for you to understand,” Sid counters.

“Just- thought you’re better at-”

Later, she will want to know exactly what he was planning to put at the end of that sentence, that made him so surprised by how she reacted. She can’t imagine anything that would have saved it. Because all she hears is ‘thought you were better.’

Sid hoists her bag onto her shoulder. “Fuck all of you.”
hockey.rpf  pairing:sidney.crosby/evgeni.malkin  author:blackeyedgirl  (genre:rpf)  (au)  (au:gender.changes)  (content:always.been.a.girl)  (content:misogyny)  (content:angst)  [rating:no.pants]  (words:15001-25k)  via:midnightbex 
october 2014 by yarngeek
Fifteen Short Stories About Teamwork [Avengers fic by blackeyedgirl, on AO3]
Natasha has only met Jane Foster briefly, but she liked the woman. That is the only reason she stops Thor before he leaves the Tower. “What is that?”

“On this day, two years ago, Jane struck me with her car after I fell to this world.”

“Yes,” Natasha says. She has heard that story, thankfully, so she can work her way from near vehicular manslaughter to second anniversary.

“I am told that the Midgard tradition is to bring foliage.”

“Flowers,” she amends. “Not usually trees.”

Thor heaves the hazel tree with its bundled roots behind him. “I have consulted with the internet. In your world, this tree symbolises knowledge. It resembles an Asgardian tree with similar properties, which also offers protection to the possessor. Would this not mean more to her than fragile blooms which are already dead?” This appears to be a genuine question.

Natasha thinks about it. She isn’t romantic. Plenty of men have bought her flowers but none of them have meant anything. The men she cared about in return aren’t the kind of men who buy flowers. She looks at Thor. “At least tell Jane why you brought her a tree.”
fandom:Avengers  pairing:none  author:blackeyedgirl  category:fanfic  admin:length:oneshot  admin:rating:good/fun  atmosphere:warm  Av:aftermath  Av:film-compliant  Av:movie!canon  genre:banter  genre:characterstudy  genre:friendship  genre:nopairing  admin:autokindled  admin:host:AO3  via:sumeria 
june 2013 by yarngeek

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