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1x05 vs 3x16

because fake/pretend relationships are my fucking jam would you do number 34 for sidgeno ?

a kiss… to pretend

“Tell Sid no,” Flower says as soon as Sid opens the door, before Sid even has a chance to say hi to Geno. 

Geno raises his eyebrows, but, “No,” he tells Sid as he comes into his apartment, handing Sid the six-pack of beer that is his perennial contribution to their monthly potluck dinners.

“Thanks,” Sid says to Geno, “It’s just us this month, all the guys are busy, apparently.” Then he turns back to Flower, because he’s wrong. “I didn’t even say I was going to do anything.” 

“You were on your way there,” Flower retorts. 

“I–” 

“Have you told Sid no too?” Tanger asks, wandering into the hallway in his socks. “It is unanimous, if you did.” 

“It is not–” 

“It is!” Cath calls from the living room. 

“I’m not even proposing anything!” Sid repeats, exasperated. “I was just stating an issue.” 

“Is anyone ever going to catch me up?” Geno demands. In the time they’ve been bickering, he’s taken off his boots and his coat and hung it up, and is now standing looking impatient in his warm-looking cardigan. “What is Sid doing now?” 

“What am I doing now?” Sid asks. “Me? Flower is in the room!” 

“And I’m not doing anything,” Flower tells him, smiling beatifically. “I’m enjoying it, too. I never get to yell at you for being stupid.”

“I’m not–” 

“Someone tell me what’s happening,” Geno demands again. He takes the six-pack back from Sid, and pushes past Sid to head to the kitchen. Sid makes a face at Flower, who makes one back, before he follows Geno into the kitchen. 

Geno’s made himself at home in the kitchen, or as at home as he needs to be to know where the bottle opener is and to steal a taste from the sauce simmering on the stove. Sid smacks his hand away, and takes a beer of his own, ignoring Geno’s puppy dog eyes. 

“Come on, sit down, Flower and Vero brought these prosciutto things, they’re great,” Sid tells him. Geno perks up at that, as always. 

Sid barely manages to sit down in the armchair before Flower starts on him again. 

“You can’t do this, Sid,” he says. Sid looks at Vero. 

“Can you please control your husband?” 

“No,” She replies, patting him on the thigh. “Also, you cannot do this.” 

“If no one tell me what Sid doing, I’m going scream,” Geno says, around a mouthful of prosciutto. 

“I’m not doing anything!” 

“He’s going to hire someone to date him so that the people at work like him,” Tanger inserts, smirking. 

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Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante @haydolce

Length: 333k

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

Ao3, Chaptered, Completed, Iconic

Under contract part 5

PART1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4.

The moodboard is created by @zhenya71​, you should also check out this amazing cover for this fic. My lovely (and super quick) beta is werebear. Thank you!

I’m sorry it’s taken me a while to finish this chapter. Your comments and love have made things better. I really appreciate your response to this fic. This chapter is around 3,4k words. No PKane, A bit of angst, though.

It’s been four weeks and Sidney is doing great. He’s been closing more clients than the past three months before the weekend conference. He’s doing great, because he spends more time in his office than he has since he was an associate.

He only thinks about Geno when he has time to himself, or when he’s been out drinking.

So he avoids both. It’s easy.

He’s doing great.

Well, up until Sully ambushes him at the coffee machine at 11:30 p.m. on a Wednesday and Sidney is beyond frustrated, because one of his clients keep doing the exact opposite of what he tells them to do.

“We’re hosting a dinner party next Friday. Kate wants to know if you and Geno would like to come?”

“Sure,” Sidney says, before he realizes what he’s responding to.

“I’ve been worried about you,” Sully says and removes Sidney’s coffee mug from the machine. Sidney hasn’t even notices that it’s stopped brewing. “You’re here when I come in for work, and you’re still here when I leave.”

“That’s because I work more hours than you,” he points out. Sully always takes one or two meetings with clients before he comes into the office, and he likes to go home in time for dinner with his wife, except for tonight, that is. Sully is a senior partner. He doesn’t have to prove himself.

“I’ve checked your tag logs, Sid.” Sully shakes his head. “You’re here at five-thirty in the morning, and you don’t leave until after midnight.”

Sidney holds his mug in his hands until his palms hurt from the heat. “Why would you look that up?”

“Because I’m worried. Because I knew something was up and I had to get my facts straight before I came to talk to you. Because I asked you just now, and you lie to me and pretend like you’re just working long days, and not like your life only consist of work.”

Sidney sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you and Geno had broken up, but now you just agreed to come to dinner next week.”

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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Wedding AU — “In this upcoming issue of WHIRL Magazine, we have the exclusive wedding photos of Pittsburgh Penguins’ superstars, Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin! Crosby and Malkin have been dating for several years before finally tying the knot in front of friends, family, former teammates, and current teammates. While the ceremony was very formal and elegant, the reception was filled with fun and laughter and included endless selfies, penguin-themed decorations, and a Stanley Cup cake to match the one they won this past season!”