Original Creation
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2minsforslashingtitle: Meltdown
involves: Marc-Andre Fleury/Ty Conklin
rating: PG-15
disclaimer: Not claiming this actually happened.
notes: Only written because the 'Marc-Andre Fleury' actually exists. That, and these two will NOT. LEAVE ME. ALONE!!! Unbetaed, apologies for exorcizing creativity and ambiguous moral issues about RPS. The song is "Breakdown," by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
"So...you're drinking my milkshake."
"I made a Marc-Andre Fleury," he said. "This one requires a blender."
"So you're saying my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."
"No, I'm saying your taste in music is crap."
"It's all right if you love me....It's all right if you don't..."
"Stop insulting Tom Petty."
"I'm not afraid of you running away, honey, I get the feeling you won't..."
"You only like that song because there's an accent."
"There is no sense in pretending....your eyes give you away."
"I want my MP3s back."
"Something inside you is feeling like I do....we've said all there is to say..."
"And give me my damn dri--MARCFUCK--!! that's. COLD!"
"You didn't say I had to give it to you in the glass."
"You pour any more of that on me, Flower, and I kill you."
"Mais c'est seulement un petit mort."
"Ostie de calice de crisse de sacrament de tabarnac de ciboire de viarge!"
"You don't even know what I said."
"If you're going to switch languages I'm using all the words I know. Look, Flower, I'm cold, I'm sticky, I'm wet, and all this is doing is spreading. Can you get out of the way so I can go clean up?"
"No."
"The fu--?? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SMILING?"
"I did it. I get to clean up."
And it seems like those rivers of ice cream should be melting faster over Ty, with Marc's bare fingers swiping his neck and arm and shoulder and bringing a familiar heat to his face, watching the way Marc licks the ice cream off his hand before coming back for more.
And then Marc runs a hand down and under his shirt, turning the thermostat up, then grabbing the glass again, cooling him down with more liquid Fleury drizzling over his chest and other arm.
Stroke, swipe, lick. And all the while another hand under his shirt does nothing except inflame his skin with the contact.
"Didn't you ever learn you're not supposed to play with your food?"
"I wanted to see how it tasted coming from you." Marc says, very matter-of-factly, but something snaps inside Ty, and he snatches at Flower's wandering, messy hand, and ruthlessly licks it clean himself.
"It tastes different?" Ty asks, breathing hard.
"It tastes good."
"So every Marc-Andre Fleury should have a little Ty Conklin mixed in."
"I suppose the question is whether I take this in the bathroom and clean you off there," Marc muses at the remainder of the shake in the glass he's picked up again, tipping it back and forth. "Or whether you go and take a cold shower all by yourself. But Ty," he says, "you know, either way, I don't think you're escaping me."
"No, Flower, I don't think I am. I don't think I can. You're right, I don't think I want to."
"It's a good combination."
"It's a good combination." Ty repeats, agreeing, and covered in trails of stickiness with Marc sitting on the table before him, thinks, "Like all combinations -- like ice cream in the blender, even -- pretty much impossible to get things back the way they were before you got started."
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Notes: "Mais c'est seulement un petit mort." -- "It's just a little death." But MAF's making a dirty joke.
Conks's response is cursing him out with a long stream of Quebecois profanity, all of which actually has to do with religion.
involves: Marc-Andre Fleury/Ty Conklin
rating: PG-15
disclaimer: Not claiming this actually happened.
notes: Only written because the 'Marc-Andre Fleury' actually exists. That, and these two will NOT. LEAVE ME. ALONE!!! Unbetaed, apologies for exorcizing creativity and ambiguous moral issues about RPS. The song is "Breakdown," by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
"So...you're drinking my milkshake."
"I made a Marc-Andre Fleury," he said. "This one requires a blender."
"So you're saying my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."
"No, I'm saying your taste in music is crap."
"It's all right if you love me....It's all right if you don't..."
"Stop insulting Tom Petty."
"I'm not afraid of you running away, honey, I get the feeling you won't..."
"You only like that song because there's an accent."
"There is no sense in pretending....your eyes give you away."
"I want my MP3s back."
"Something inside you is feeling like I do....we've said all there is to say..."
"And give me my damn dri--MARCFUCK--!! that's. COLD!"
"You didn't say I had to give it to you in the glass."
"You pour any more of that on me, Flower, and I kill you."
"Mais c'est seulement un petit mort."
"Ostie de calice de crisse de sacrament de tabarnac de ciboire de viarge!"
"You don't even know what I said."
"If you're going to switch languages I'm using all the words I know. Look, Flower, I'm cold, I'm sticky, I'm wet, and all this is doing is spreading. Can you get out of the way so I can go clean up?"
"No."
"The fu--?? WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SMILING?"
"I did it. I get to clean up."
And it seems like those rivers of ice cream should be melting faster over Ty, with Marc's bare fingers swiping his neck and arm and shoulder and bringing a familiar heat to his face, watching the way Marc licks the ice cream off his hand before coming back for more.
And then Marc runs a hand down and under his shirt, turning the thermostat up, then grabbing the glass again, cooling him down with more liquid Fleury drizzling over his chest and other arm.
Stroke, swipe, lick. And all the while another hand under his shirt does nothing except inflame his skin with the contact.
"Didn't you ever learn you're not supposed to play with your food?"
"I wanted to see how it tasted coming from you." Marc says, very matter-of-factly, but something snaps inside Ty, and he snatches at Flower's wandering, messy hand, and ruthlessly licks it clean himself.
"It tastes different?" Ty asks, breathing hard.
"It tastes good."
"So every Marc-Andre Fleury should have a little Ty Conklin mixed in."
"I suppose the question is whether I take this in the bathroom and clean you off there," Marc muses at the remainder of the shake in the glass he's picked up again, tipping it back and forth. "Or whether you go and take a cold shower all by yourself. But Ty," he says, "you know, either way, I don't think you're escaping me."
"No, Flower, I don't think I am. I don't think I can. You're right, I don't think I want to."
"It's a good combination."
"It's a good combination." Ty repeats, agreeing, and covered in trails of stickiness with Marc sitting on the table before him, thinks, "Like all combinations -- like ice cream in the blender, even -- pretty much impossible to get things back the way they were before you got started."
============================================================
Notes: "Mais c'est seulement un petit mort." -- "It's just a little death." But MAF's making a dirty joke.
Conks's response is cursing him out with a long stream of Quebecois profanity, all of which actually has to do with religion.
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Date: 2008-05-26 01:42 am (UTC)Anyways! Loved this, and thank you so much for that video.
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Date: 2008-05-26 02:16 am (UTC)You need to read 'Empty Netters' in the Post-Gazette more often! ;)
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Date: 2008-05-26 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-26 02:41 am (UTC)What bothers you? The only thing that pisses me off lately is the insistence on bringing up the '83 Oilers and the fact that we have 12 UFAs and there's no way the team will be the same next year...not that I've really read anything since the last game. (sigh).
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Date: 2008-05-26 02:57 am (UTC)Oh everything! I'm just not a fan of press, or hockey fans. I just try to stay away from predictions, stats and game talk because it gets me worked up and nervous - when really doesn't matter, because the beauty of hockey is that anything can happen.
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Date: 2008-05-26 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-26 03:27 am (UTC)Oh, and I meant to comment about your last fic with them: "So, you're saying MAF is being....Conkblocked?" XD
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Date: 2008-05-26 05:12 am (UTC)Seriously. I am going to try that drink. And awesome fic. XD
(PS: Except with just regular yellow m&ms. I hate peanut flavouring in stuff. D: )
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Date: 2008-05-28 06:19 am (UTC)But Conks is the straw that stirs the drink. :D
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Date: 2008-05-26 10:16 pm (UTC)and even better...i work in an ice cream shop...and i have to be there in 45 minutes.... I AM SO MAKING THIS! (and maybe putting it on the menu...hehe)
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