#maybe one day i will write the full fic

[blindbatalex]

a little marcheron treat for your Tuesday morning c:

The sun no longer warmed.

It had been a gorgeous fall day, with clear blue skies and sunshine that made the air feel a good few degrees warmer than it was.  But now the sun sat low among the trees, its light as pale and golden as the dying leafs they held, and the chill made itself known.

“Remember the first time we were here,” Brad asked, “just the two of us?”

Somewhere around Arlington Street Patrice had linked their arms together and now they walked through the Common, sharing one breath.

Patrice let out a chuckle.

“You mean the time I had to come fetch your drunk ass and haul it home?  I’m surprised you remember it.”

“I wasn’t that drunk,” Brad protested.

“You were passed out under a tree.”

“I was resting my eyes!”

“Uh-huh.  You know it took me half an hour just to find you because when I asked where you were, you said–”

The memory was well-worn in Brad’s mind, a stalwart feature of his ‘isn’t Patrice Bergeron the most amazing human being to walk the earth?’ reel he revisited every time he was drunk, high on painkillers or otherwise unable to sleep, but they rarely brought it up, out of consideration for what shreds remained of Brad’s dignity.  And still they finished the sentence in tandem, bursting into giggles as they did–

“I’m by a tree!”

He had really said that.  He looked down as they laughed.  The soles of his feet knew this path, having walked it more times than he could count.  His skin knew this air, its biting cold, and his eyes every inch, every plane and valley of Patrice’s beautiful face – the exact way the evening light caught in his brown eyes, his stubble, his royal brow, his eyelashes.  These trees around them, the grass and the hot dog stands.  The three of them – he and Boston and Patrice – were so intertwined, his bones said one could not exist without the others.  

There was, of course, no use in dwelling on any of that.  That was not how the world worked.

He smiled.

“I was so sure you were going to snitch on me.”

Patrice shook his head, like the thought was abhorrent to him even now.

Had he done so – and arguably he should have done so – they would have sent Brad down immediately and thought long and hard before calling him up again the next season.  But instead, Patrice had taken him back to his own place, tucked him into bed, and the next morning delivered the speech on professionalism and making the right decisions himself.  And when they did send Brad down a couple of games later for unrelated reasons, he’d given Brad the firmest hug.  Looked him in the eye and said– ‘you will be back’ half a statement of absolute faith and half order.

You will be back.

Come back.

“I never did ask.”  Patrice’s lovely voice broke Brad out of his reverie.  “Why did you get so drunk that night?”

Brad laughed, not expecting the question.  He quickly tried to think of a lie but he had given himself away; Patrice’s inquisitive gaze was now boring into him.  Unfortunately at this point Patrice also knew every expression that flitted through his face.

So, out with it, then.  The truth.

“Because you were too gorgeous.”

“Oh, come off it,” Patrice huffed and Brad filed his fond indignation away for safekeeping, too.  

“No man, I’m dead serious.”

“You got smashed out of your mind, potentially risked a whole NHL career, because I was too gorgeous?”

“Yep.”

“Dude, even for you– God, Marchy.”

He was laughing though, in these little halting bursts, and Brad liked that so he laughed along with him.

To their left a couple were packing away their picnic.  They chattered away as they folded the blanket and placed the last of the plastic plates back into the picnic basket.  They were in their early twenties.  They were clearly in love.  This was probably going to be the last picnic of the year; the air would grow colder and colder, scarves would come out, then snow boots, and the ground they now sat on would be blanketed in a thick layer of ice and snow, before it all melted again and spring touched the blades of grass, the tips of tree branches, with its gentle breeze, bringing them back to life.

Patrice stopped them both and turned to Brad, a terrible, helpless look in his eyes. 

Perhaps he had figured out the part of the explanation Brad didn’t give – the gay panic and the certainty he felt in his gut that all of the effort he put in to get to where he was would go down the drain in a single breath because surely any one person would see the way he looked at Patrice and clock him – or perhaps he too was thinking of the spring or of the time they wasted.

Brad put his hand on Patrice’s cheek.  None of them would do.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment,” he said quietly.

Patrice nodded, forcing a smile onto his face, brave and determined as always.  Then he leaned in to kiss Brad and Brad went gladly, meeting him halfway. 

The way his lips felt against Brad’s lips, his breath against Brad’s skin, his warmth, his hands as they pressed against his back– 

They were so new and they were already a part of him, rooting him in place, whispering–

[izzystizzys]

“ - but have you ever considered, I don’t know, not sucking all the time? Just a thought.”

It takes the combined grips of Nuisance and Hound to keep the wriggling, snarling body beneath Fox from throwing him off its back. With three years’ practice of having to fix his own rickety desk chair over and over again, the movement merely ruffles the proverbial fringe on his helmet.

“And I don’t mean that as an insult, necessarily. Well, I do a little bit. But also I have some amount of empathy for the no doubt immense amounts of trauma that had to go into the creation of something so dysfunctional as you, on a very personal level, so have you considered going to the root of that in a way that’s like… useful? Instead of wasting it all on kriffing Kenobi, I mean. Look at the guy. All he does all day is drink tea and commit warcrimes. I bet he knits for fun. Bit of an embarrassing nemesis, don’t you think?”

“I”, says Kenobi, then pauses. The space between his eyebrows is creased with uncertainty, and he looks deeply torn between continuing rocking the shaking Duchess of Mandalore against his chest from his corner of the throne room and re-activating his lightsaber to continue losing his fight against the Darksider Fox is currently sitting on. “I feel like I should object to some part of that, but I’m not entirely clear on what. Or how this happened, again. Isn’t Mandalore a few star systems from your purview, Commander?”

��Probably the warcrimes”, mutters Nuisance underneath his strained breath.

“About as far from my supposed assignment as yours, General”, says Fox a little louder.

Kenobi twitches. Fox cannot claim to know which of them does it. Both, maybe. Probably.

“I will - taste - your - flesh!”, heaves out Darth Maul, snarling and hissing.

“Oooh, kinky!”, calls Grids, from the corner where she’s got her stun-setting aimed at the other Zabrak, currently passed out cold. Fox sighs deeply. He knew he shouldn’t have taken those three - any combination of Grids, Hound and Nuisance in a room together usually spelled chaos.

Unfortunately, it also spelled competence. The Basic alphabet can be funny that way.

The point being: as of some months into the war, one of Fox’s assigned tasks is the surveillance of all GAR-wide communication. All command-class staff theoretically got that memo, but no one seems to have read the fine print where that includes both professional and personal communication, as well as any and all comm devices registered or suspected to be registered to that person. Especially not one Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala.

The point further being, if that sounds both immensely impractical and sort of terrifying in a democratic supposedly non-surveillance state, you’d be bang on the credits, and to Fox’ eternal chagrin the singular person in this whole useless army who’s spent the second of thinking necessary for that conclusion.

The final point being, when one frantic General’s mad dash across the Galaxy to rescue his teenage sweetheart from the spectre of his supposedly dead nemesis crosses his desk on its way to the Chancellor’s inbox, it doesn’t take much time for him to block any and all trace of it across the digital space of the GAR commboard and take matters into his own hands.

“ - which is why I told Thorn to suck it up and be in charge for a few days, and also why you’re still alive, your Highness, very welcome, was no trouble at all”, he concludes, drily. The Duchess stares the wide-eyed look of someone attempting to reconcile clones with ‘sentience’ or perhaps ‘personality’ in her head, but won’t say it outright.

Or the look of someone who’s just been violently overthrown and nearly murdered, perhaps, Fox allows.

“Um -“, Kenobi hedges, blinking rapidly.

“And the reason you’re still alive, probably. You’re welcome for that too, by the way”, Grids calls from the back of the throne room, cheekily.

“Alright”, says Kenobi, loudly. There’s color back in his deathly-pale cheeks, Fox notes, even if that color is a lot of red. It doesn’t fade very gracefully into his beard. “Opinions on whether or not I had everything under control notwithstanding -“

“You really didn’t”, Hound supplies helpfully.

“ - opinions notwithstanding, I am admittedly still lost on why you’re now sitting on Darth Maul and attempting to, to - jeer at him, Marshall Commander!”

“We’re not jeering, we’re trying to create a safe space and lay the groundwork for more open communication”, Fox says, primly.

Maul screams into the ground, attempting for the umpteenth time to rear up and visit great violence upon Fox, which admittedly has him rattling in his crosslegged seat atop his back.

Kenobi raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Safe space?”

“He’s restrained and not stabbing anyone, I personally feel much safer than before”, Grids muses. “Watch the teeth though, Hound. Little biter.”

Indeed. Fox’s right greave will have to be replaced posthaste.

“And anyways, the point isn’t to jeer at him, it’s to make clear that he’s focusing his energy in the wrong places and could be doing much better things with his admittedly not-great life”, Fox adds, shifting to cast a pointed look down at Maul. The Sith is panting open-mouthed into the durasteel floor, sharp teeth gnashing wildly as his piercing yellow eyes shine with barely restrained rage. “I’m just saying - aim higher. You aren’t seeing the forest for the Kenobis, Maul. Can I call you Maul?”

“I will feed you your own entrails”, yowls Maul.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Right now, I’m an easy target to focus all that built-up rage on, but is killing me really going to help you achieve any of your goals? No! Think about it - when it all comes down to it, who sent you on that mission to Naboo in the first place? Who made sure the Jedi and, by extension, Kenobi would be there to kill you? Who used you as a dejarik piece and then cast you aside the second you outlived your usefulness?”

Beneath him, Maul slowly stills in his struggle, still panting heavily. Hound and Nuisance don’t let it deter them in their vigilance, because they’re damn good vod’e and possess an ounce of common sense.

“And, look, I get it. I could spend the rest of my life punching every civilian who spits on me in the streets and it would even be satisfying. I could hit back the Senators who think of clones as easy targets. Or - I can aim my sights at who’s on top. And I think you know who I mean, because you know as well as I do the same damn man has ruined both our lives.”

Kenobi makes an alarmed noise, and Maul an interested one - not that Fox is going to let him walk out of this place awake. Still, he tilts his head in a way he hopes conveys his helmeted grin successfully to non-vod, as well as the bloodlust behind it. “You’re also welcome for the fact that the Chancellor won’t have heard of your spontaneous resurrection yet, by the way. You’ll retain your element of surprise instead of gambling it away on petty revenge on Kenobi.”

“He cut me in half!”

“He killed my master!”

Fox waves their protests away.

“Also, that’s treason!”, Kenobi adds, sputtering. Fox grins. Kenobi purses his lips, and continues. petulantly, “…do you have any proof?”

“So. Much. Proof”, says Nuisance, dreamily. “Like, do you want it alphabetically or by date?”

Which is when the Duchess, of all people, bursts out into barking, crazed laughter.

“You - you’ve certainly given yourself an edge in that fight, Marshall Commander”, she wheezes, brushing tears from her eyes. Fox raises his eyebrows at her, which she somehow seems to be able to tell, because she gestures at the clunky handle dangling from his belt.

“What, this old thing?” He unclasps the black rectangle from its hook, holding it up in the air. Maul stills strangely beneath him, and Kenobi goes ghostly pale again. Fox is starting to get a bad feeling.

“I took it off Viszla and beat him over the head with it. I figured he’d taken it off a Jedi cadet or something. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

[kinos-fortress-2]

what does one unfinished fic from like 2022 of a very rareshipp does a to a mf

and also a trashy playlist that got me in my own feelings...

[apomaro-mellow]

Eddie steals the Hope Diamond; spicy six heist au

"I thought the centerpiece of this museum was a t-rex skeleton. What’s an elephant doing here?”, Eddie asked.

“That’s Night at the Museum, man. You’re thinking of the movie”, Jonathan said from next to him.

“Kinda disappointed to be honest. I go right you go left?”

Jonathan went to the left of the entrance while Eddie went right. Nancy was speaking to them both through earpieces. Getting a map of the museum was a fine way to get a general layout. But nothing beat getting actual feet on the ground.

Eddie moved around, letting the traffic of the museum move him. He knew he was moving in a non-linear fashion, but it was hard not to double back when he saw an interesting diorama or model.

“Eddie, don’t get distracted”, Nancy warned.

“Who me? Perish the thought”, he said, fully intending to do recon in the fossil exhibit, only to pass by the hall of gems and minerals. He let out a low whistle.

“I know who you would be perfect for”, he murmured to himself. But Nancy could hear him loud and clear through the earpiece.

“Eddie…we are not stealing the Hope Diamond.”

Eddie liked jewelry. And he liked Steve. Scratch that, he loved Steve. And he loved putting him in pretty things. That diamond necklace was a very pretty thing.

“It can be our little secret Nancy. I wanna surprise Steve with something nice.”

“Then buy him a legit diamond with your cut. We have a client that we need to keep happy.”

“I can multitask.” There was quite the crowd around the diamond, watching as it rotated in its case. Obviously he knew it wouldn’t be easy to lift it, even with their team. But they were already going to be in the museum to steal something from the Ancient Egypt exhibit. Why not get something else on the way out?

He and Jonathan finished cruising the museum and returned to the apartment space they were currently using to plan this job.

As expected, Nancy had a map of the whole place, all floors included spread out on a large table in the living room.

“We start at 1200 hours”, Nancy said. “By the end of this, we should have some T-rex teeth and have enough to pad our accounts for quite some time. Eddie, did you get a good look at the teeth.”

“I did. Between me and Bucks, we should have some decent replicas in time.”

Nancy nodded. “Don’t forget to reference Jonathan’s pics too. We need them to be flawless.”

“Alright, so everybody know their parts?”, Robin asked.

“I’m one part of the distraction with a pizza delivery”, Argyle said. “Once the guy’s out there, I keep him occupied for as long as I can.”

“Jonathan and I will handle the security cameras. We go in, knock ‘em out, and make sure it switches to our pre-made loop”, Steve said while twirling a pen in his hand.

“Steve keeps guard by the door and I keep an eye on the cameras. If we need any interception, he’ll run point”, Jonathan added.

“Once everything’s set, Big Wheel and I will do the switcheroo”, Eddie illustrated by juggling some of the stones he’d bought at the gift shop. None of with were as eye-catching as the diamond.

“Once we bag the teeth, we meet up with Robin in the van and then we’re out”, Nancy said.

Argyle raised his hand up for a high five which Jonathan answered. “And another one in the books.”

Steve pulled Eddie away from the others into the kitchen and gently pressed him against the fridge. Eddie initiated a kiss, ready for some lovin’. Going over a plan always got Steve hot for some reason. Not that he was complaining.

But then Steve pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “Nancy said you’re planning on doing something stupid.”

Ah, this was an interrogation.

“Is it stupid to act on my desires and do what I please?”

“Is this like the art museum where you just had to touch that Pollock painting?”, Steve asked.

Eddie avoided his eyes. “Something like that.” If Steve kept at it, he would end up telling him everything. And he wanted it to be a surprise. He just knew the look on his love’s face when he presented the necklace would be worth more than all the gems in the world.

He cradled Steve’s face and kissed him and then kissed him again. “Just trust me, baby.”

He’d never do anything to put Steve in danger. And he wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think he could swing it.

As Nancy had planned, the op began at midnight. The pizza gambit, which Nancy had only been 40% sure would work, actually did. When Steve and Jonathan successfully made it to the surveillance room and took over, she breathed a sigh of relief. Now she only had to worry about the wild card in the group. Eddie pretty much always deferred to her leadership. But anything regarding Steve was like invoking impulse.

Nancy was working on removing the first tooth when she saw Eddie looking up at the cameras. He bit his lip and then turned to her.

“I gotta do it.”

“You realize it’s stupid and reckless, right?”, she said in a whisper but kept her eyes on the fossil.

“Love makes you crazy. But I don’t need to remind you. Madrid ring any bells?”

Nancy paused in her work. Madrid, right. “Just don’t get caught or it really will be like Madrid.”

Eddie was already making his way from the fossils to the gems. He turned his earpiece on.

“Robin, Jonathan, mind giving me a little help?”

“Holy shit”, Jonathan hissed, pulling Steve’s attention from the door.

“Nancy was right, you are stupid”, Robin said with a shake of her head as she watched the feed from the van.

“What is it? What’s Eddie doing?”, Steve asked, coming over to look at the monitors.

Jonathan changed the one Eddie was on just in time. “He’s uh, taking a little detour.”

“I’m going. Where is he?”

“Steve, stay focused”, Nancy said. “Eddie will be fine.”

They heard footsteps and Steve’s head whipped towards the door. Thankfully, he was already changed into a guard’s outfit. He stuck his head out and saw a guard headed their way. If he looked in the room, he’d see two unconscious dudes on the floor and two guys who didn’t belong there.

Steve came out and closed the door.

“Hey!”

“Hey”, Steve replied.

“What’re you doing here?”

“What am I-? What am I doing here? Why are you speaking to me like that? Like you don’t know me?”

“Because I don’t”, the guard said.

Steve let his shoulders sag a little and made his eyes a little bigger. “I know what he made was kind of a fling but I thought...I don’t know maybe it could be something more.” The guard looked taken aback but not indignant. Good. “You really don’t remember me?”

“I think I’d remember a face like yours.”

Eddie listened while Steve flirted and it both made him proud and made him burn with jealousy. He’d have just the thing to show him who he belonged to later.

He knew Nancy was done when he heard two clicks. Eddie had closed the necklace up in a box prepared just for the occasion. When he rendezvoused up with Nancy, her eyes narrowed at the box.

“So you were going to do it anyway.”

“You know me, I’m like a dog with a bone.”

They got to the van and were shortly joined by Argyle.

“How was having the easiest job today?”, Robin asked.

“Easy, my ass.”

“Yeah, your ass. All you had to do was smoke with a security guard”, Eddie said.

“It was so goddamn tedious. He just went on and on about Robocop.”

Jonathan and Steve returned just about a minute after and Eddie immediately pulled Steve into his lap.

“There’s my baby.”

“And that’s officially another one in the books”, Argyle said, high fiving with Robin. “Celebration dinner?”

“I’m in the mood for French”, Robin said.

“If you guys are going out, you can drop me and Steve off at the apartment”, Eddie said while stroking his thigh.

The other groaned but Robin made her way there anyway. If going over the plan made Steve hot, a successful one with no hitches made him hornier than anything. He was already kissing at Eddie’s neck so he wasn’t sure what they were surprised by.

The others took off for dinner, leaving them alone with the fossil teeth to deliver in exchange for cash in the morning. Steve had Eddie pressed against a wall, kissing him but this time Eddie pulled away.

“I got a gift for you, gorgeous.”

“Hm?”

“But I need you to strip first.” All he needed was Steve. Anything else would get in the way of his beauty.

Steve smirked and turned away from Eddie. Just to be cheeky, he took off his shoes and socks first. Then he turned away and took off his shirt while heading to their room. He left a trail of clothes behind him, which Eddie dutifully picked up so he wouldn’t be chewed out by Nancy later.

When he got to the room, Steve was perched on the edge of the bed, one knee up to his chest.

Eddie almost forgot his actual intention and took him right there.

“Well? My gift?”, Steve reminded him.

“Right, right. The gift.” Eddie dropped the clothes and got the box. He got down on his knees and opened up the case, presenting the necklace.

“Eddie..”, Steve’s voice was breathless and he sat a little straighter. “You didn’t...”

“I did, baby. I saw it and I thought of you.”

Eddie got up and sat behind Steve to put it on him. He kissed his nape once he was done and Steve turned so he could get the full visual.

“How do I look?”

It was as Eddie had suspected. The hope diamond was a nice piece of finery on its own. But on the neck of the most handsome man in the world, it truly shined. Eddie could understand why a blue rock had been coveted for so long.

“You make it look so good”, Eddie said before leaning in for a kiss. Honestly it was like the necklace had been made for Steve specifically. As Steve laid out under him, Eddie got to observe the work of art he was. God, he deserved to be immortalized.

“If this was just a regular gift, I wonder how you’re gonna top it when you propose”, Steve teased as he lifted Eddie’s shirt over his head.

“Sweet thing for your engagement ring, I’m giving you the moon.”

Steve’s peal of laughter turned into sighs as Eddie nipped at his chest around the necklace. He didn’t doubt that Eddie would at least try a moon heist. He just wondered how much grief the others would give them for it.

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[stellarspecter]

STWG daily prompt 2/17/24: possession

pairing: stobin

wc: 350

It started with the Russians.

Whatever was in those needles the doctor had injected them with did more than just making them giggly and high. They didn't realize it until after they had puked it up and bonded on a bathroom floor and defeated a meat monster, but it definitely wasn't just a truth serum. (Sometimes, they wonder if they only got so close because of it. They had worked together the whole summer, but only once the drug was in their systems did they actually open up to each other. Was it genuine? Or just an instinct borne out of chemical need?

They decided to stop wondering.)

The first time it happened was a week after Starcourt, when they were still recovering from the non-drug related after effects of the incident. They had been joined at the hip up until then, but finally had to separate when Steve had to go home and face his parents. It was when his dad insinuated that getting a concussion was his own fault that they snapped. Robin had been somewhat aware of the conversation happening a mile away, fuzzy and far away like a dream, but when he said that, she couldn’t help but retort that they were helping rescue kids, so sorry for being a good person, Dad.

It was only when they saw his face that it registered that her words came out of Steve’s mouth.

After that, it happened all the time. Robin’s car broke down and Steve took over to fix it. Steve forgot a word mid-conversation and Robin filled it in for him. Steve almost fumbled their job interview at Family Video until Robin spoke through him to list some, uh, better favorite movies.

It just became their new normal. No one else knew, because they didn’t know how to explain it, not even to those that were already in on the Upside Down. By the time spring break of ‘86 rolled around, it had been long enough without letting the psychic cat out of the bag. They were almost grateful that Vecna did it for them.

[maybankiara]

MYSTERY

rafe cameron x reader summary: she tries to unravel the mystery of the kook prince with a little help from her cousin, barry. a/n: this went from dark to sexy and i'm not complaining. masterlist | tag list

she's seen a lot -- her cousin's barry from the cut, after all. but she meets country club, then, after ages of hearing about him. about the blonde boy reeking of privilege, of daddy issues and coke addiction that gets him into shit, time and time again.

she's heard about him, alright. but he's now friends with barry, so she's thinking it's time he makes the effort.

'country club,' she calls him, catching him on the street.

rafe raises an eyebrow at her. 'you know barry?'

'cousins,' she says. 'you owe him money.'

he tenses up. denies. she pushes more, he starts looking around as if waiting for barry to jump out the bushes, but she laughs instead. 'just teasing. come for a beer.'

he doesn't want to, at first, but she's got nothing if not the same charm everyone in the family's got, even barry. when he needs it.

so she ends up at the bar with rafe cameron, the prince of the kooks, looking him up and down. trying to figure him out, catch him slipping, but all he is, is tense.

he's a mystery to her.

she knows she should stay away, barry's told her plenty times that she's looking for nothin' but trouble and good for nothin' but causing more of it, but she likes it.

and she likes that his shoulders are relaxing with the beer and lips loosening.

the mystery starts to unravel, she thinks, but the mention of his dad snaps the prince back into the cage.

she puts a hand on his thigh. 'relax. we're all friends here.'

they weren't friends and he knew it, but there was something between them, alright.

he knew that, too.

so more beer flows and she keeps a watchful eye on him, on his shoulders, on his biceps, on his cheekbones, on the cut edge of his jaws. he's got a buzzcut and her hands are itching to brush over the short hairs, and her hand doesn't leave his thigh, just moves up a little, bit by bit.

'country club,' she says. 'wanna take this outside?'

'you threatening me?'

'only with a good time.'

there's a moment of hesitation and then her hand is in his and he's leading them outside, behind the bar, where the street lamp doesn't reach. glass shards cracks beneath their feet and then there's the thud of her back pressed against the wall, her legs hiked up around rafe's waste as he trails kisses down the side of her neck.

at the end of the night, he's no less of a mystery than he was before, but she likes it. she watches him as he wakes slowly, in his royal bed, and thinks she needs to do this again. she needs to unravel this man, bit by bit, until he's laid bare before her.

he kisses her when he wakes, and then it's a good time all over again.

[themoon-andits-stars]

Treacherous

The gaze they shared was intense, electric with the tension between them. Draco brought a shaky hand up to Harry’s face. He stepped closer, bringing their lips close together. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth parted slightly as Draco began to close the distance between them.

But their lips never touched. Harry opened his eyes to meet Draco’s heavy lidded ones. He could focus on nothing else but the man in front of him, feel nothing but Draco’s warm breath against his lips, and he knew this was an awful idea. He shouldn’t even feel this way. He’d be smart to walk away, but then Draco’s hands found their way to the hem of Harry’s shirt, and they slowly worked their way under.

Draco’s chilled hands against the warm skin of Harry’s abdomen caused Harry’s breath to hitch slightly. He should stop this now, whatever this was. Before Harry could do anything, Draco had him pushed against the wall, crashing their lips together.

This, whatever this was, was electric, and Harry could feel it in every part of his body. He was practically shaking with it, bringing his hands to work their way through Draco’s hair.

And maybe this was a bad idea, but Harry had always liked those.

———

Where are my fellow Drarry loving Swifties??

This is a bit more intense than i’m used to so please bear with me!! much love to y’all<3

[sainz100]

upcoming Carlos x chess content soon ❤️♟️✨

[stellewriites]

hmmm hit a bump in dog meat,, this one section is really flat and boring and i can’t write around it

[readingbythestreetlights]

can we talk about how large an impact mattdrai fics and mattdrai in general have had on the hockey rpf landscape?? like the amount of mattdrai classics i could list right now… true works of art.

[starrystevie]

Happy (early) birthday Bee!! Let’s roll for steddie… shop au… 80’s? Full reign on everything else you wanna go for 💕

thank you thank you!! so this may be a stretch for a shop au but i thought it was kind of fitting for a little bit of pre-s4 steddie. hope you like it! <3

ship: steddie | trope: shop au | era: 1980s | length: 300-500

eddie can think of at least a million other places he'd rather be than at work. work meant screaming kids and bitchy moms and douchebag lifeguards that took advantage of the one-free-snack-a-day rule. his uniform is polyester, scratchy and hot in the indiana summer heat and the breeze from the fan in the corner of the concession stand doesn't help much. "munson!" and then there's also the added problem of having to work with his lifetime crush, steve harrington. eddie rolls his eyes and lets his hands fall onto his hips as steve rounds the corner. he's dripping wet and it's not in that wet dog kind of way, more in the way that he looks like he belongs on those smutty books the mom book club brings to the pool. he flicks his hair out of his face, smile creasing up his cheeks, and eddie forces himself to look away so he won't blush too hard. "you better put on some sunscreen, dude," steve says as he skids to a stop in front of the stand. his arms cross over his chest and eddie lets himself have one peak at the motion before looking away once more. "you look a little sun burnt on your face…" as steve leans over the counter to peer closer, eddie runs a hand over his face and does a dramatic spin to grab the hot dog tongs off the back counter. when he spins back around, he sees steve with his eyebrows furrowed, drops of overly chlorinated water dripping off of his sun-kissed skin and glistening in the golden sunshine and he watches as one drop traces through his chest hair and lower and- "you dehydrated or something?" steve's voice sounds gentle, like he genuinely wants to know if eddie is getting enough water and if he's being honest, no he isn't. he could melt at the sound of steve's voice, at the way his eyes flick over eddie like he's looking for something wrong, at the way he always stops by right when he knows eddie's going on break so they can take a smoke break together behind the tool shed. "i'm fine," eddie barks out, startling steve and tina who's working the soft serve machine. "you ready?" steve grins and takes the hot dog eddie offers to him with practiced ease, sliding by the condiment stand to get a packet of ketchup that they both know eddie will give him grief over. the walk to the shed is quiet as usual. it's not until they've both lit up and started in on their hot dogs that steve breaks the silence. "what are you gonna do once summer's over?" he asks, voice muffled with a massive bite of hot dog. eddie shrugs and is about to give steve shit for talking with his mouth full but then looks up and sees it. there's a drop of ketchup on steve's cheek and he doesn't think, doesn't process what he's doing, before his hand shoots up and wipes it away with a gentle finger. "oh." steve sounds as surprised as eddie feels. they both look between each other's face and eddie's finger which is still halfway in the air covered in ketchup. it's steve's turn to blush, pink flushing up from his chest to the tips of his ears and eddie smirks at him in return. "better be careful, steve," he taunts, and in a daring move he won't be able to do again, rubs the ketchup onto the bottom of steve's trunks. "looks like you're getting a little sunburnt if that blush is anything to go off of." steve scowls and puffs a little too harshly at his cigarette as eddie cackles. maybe eddie doesn't hate working there as much as he thought he did, not if it means seeing steve harrington blush.

roll for prompts: accepting!

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Having Oliver Queen be the one to comfort other characters when in situations because he hardly ever got any in his five years and he wants to make sure no one else has to feel that way

[weasel-b33]

battle of the bands modern!marauders with a james potter x reader situation is all that i can think about rn

like your band (i’m imaging mary on bass, marlene on drums, lily on the keys, and dorcas as lead guitarist with you on lead vocals) enters some shitty competion where the winner gets $100 but you are getting your name out there so it doesn’t hurt to try lils!

but when you get there you realize that it’s not just some subpar competition..no the marauders are here too. the hottest (looks and talent) up and coming band in the underground scene are clearly the front runners

well until you and the girls are there..!

i just imagine so much banter like not too bad out there sweetheart. maybe you should start singing for us he leans in to exaggeratedly whisper in your ear sirius is getting a bit rusty or dove how’s my technique? and him trying to sing some obviously incorrect lyrics from the song you wrote

LIKE a bunch of just winks from off stage and the crowd as you watch each other perform (i imagine james as a drummer so him giving you his sticks while he’s wiping sweat off his face with his white wife pleaser that’s sticking to his skin… here baby thought you might want em’. they’re my lucky ones and just a SMIRKKKK)

and when it comes to the end when the winner is announced it doesn’t matter if he wins or loses he still is gonna ask you out because the real prize is you princess

[letshearitforthebabyboy]

did he at least release his “webshooter” when he did? we at least wanna know if they boy had a happy ending- unlike the fingering

he did. it was the most immediate post-nut shame he has ever felt.

[pyrriax]

ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think 🙏