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Cliffs Edge ch9

thanks to @luckiedee​, I finally did the thing.

(ao3)

Prior to their departure from the hotel, Kent’s first act of business is to Google something on his phone. He won’t let Alexei see what it is.

“Fuck yes!” Kent exclaims. When he looks up from the screen, he’s grinning. “Okay, we’ve got some hours to kill. Will you be warm enough walking around outside in just a shirt and jacket? Even at night? It gets cold up here.”

Alexei looks down at himself. “I’m Russian.”

“Yeah, and I play ice hockey and grew up in New York, and I can’t fucking stand the cold. That’s why I’ve got three layers on and I’m grabbing a jacket before we go.” Kent gets up from his chair. “So?”

Alexei gets up, too. “I’m okay. It’s warm jacket. Where we go at night?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Kent goes to his closet to fish out the aforementioned jacket, which he ties around his waist like it’s 1995. Alexei would chirp him but it’s too fucking cute.

Kent heads for the door but Alexei hangs back, looking around the room. It was mildly messy when they came in but now it’s kind of disastrous, with the beds further rumpled from people sitting on their edges and all the available trashcans filled up with leavings. The delivery bags have been rolled up and stuffed inside each other, along with the discarded pie and quiche tins.

“Housekeeping will get it,” Kent says.

Alexei still cringes at the mess, but he goes with Kent, who checks for his keycard before closing the door behind them.

Outside the hotel, all is quiet. Alexei doesn’t see anyone with cameras hanging out in wait.

“Probably stalking the Falconers,” Kent says, and hails a taxi.

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Shouting at the Stars

Prompt for February from/for the lovely @micromarvel

Bucky finds Steve sitting on the roof of his apartment building, which is never a good sign.

The roof is cold, even during summer, and like this in late February, it’s downright freezing. It certainly isn’t the right place for a sickly person like Steve to sit without as much as a jacket over the thin material of his dress shirt. Bucky can see the way he shivers in the evening breeze where he sits by the narrow ledge running around the rooftop, narrow shoulders shaking, teeth clattering.

Steve doesn’t say a word when Bucky drapes his own jacket over him, doesn’t even move as Bucky sits down beside him, but Bucky doesn’t care. He just waits, looking out over the run-down neighbourhood in silence.

Steve’s lip is split, and there’s a bruise blooming on the ridge of his cheek. There’s blood on his collar, but there’s also spots of red covering the bruised surface of his knuckles. Bucky had expected no less. After all, it wouldn’t be like Steve to go down without a fight.

They sit there for maybe five full minutes without making so much as a sound, but then the words finally come, low and bitter from Steve’s mouth.

“I hate being small.”

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You can’t tell me that Pre-Kerberos Shiro and Keith didn’t do sappy dumb embarrassing stuff when they go on dates. LOOK. AT. THEM. Friggin matching shirts. How gross can you guys get? Even Zarkon can see that blush of yours Shiro. Keep it together. They’re so cute I can’t stop drawing them. OTL

Redbubble Shop

Did we already talk about the implications of Even wearing the exact same outfit the day he comes over after Isak sends him that text telling him not to contact him before he’s done with his girlfriend as the day they met on the tram and spent an afternoon falling in love only to be brought back to reality by the introduction of Sonja. The same denim jacket, the same hoodie with red strings, and the same burgundy t-shirt with those little glittery details. Yes I checked, and this is the only time he’s recycled an entire outfit down to the last detail (he did add a scarf though because it’s colder now), and while doing my very important research I also confirmed that the two times Even’s worn the most layers have indeed been in the scene where Isak blurts out he doesn’t need mentally ill people in his life and the du er ikke alene scene, so I do sense a pattern here. They also have that long silence after the initial halla in both of these Friday clips serving as a further parallel. It’s almost as if Even’s come to reclaim what could have been on that Friday afternoon exactly six weeks ago, the Friday afternoon that Isak complimented Even’s drawings, the Friday afternoon that we in retrospect know must have been at least as meaningful to him as it was to Isak because he had been dreaming of it since the very first day of school.

Even is standing on Isak’s doorstep in all his James Dean glory and he appears confident at first, although we now know that behind his confidence he was hiding a lot of fear and self-doubt, but then he glances over his shoulder. This glance is honestly one of the reasons I love this scene so much, because despite there being no dialogue there is actually a lot of subtle communication. The scene is so much more than just a makeout scene. Even glances over his shoulder, and while it’s a very quick glance, it’s enough to tell that he’s asking if he should leave, if he shouldn’t be here, he’s looking for a sign, and Isak understands this because after that glance Isak’s face changes. He’s been nervous all night, first anxiously staring at his phone and then trying to keep his cool in front of his friends as if his heart wasn’t racing knowing Even’s waiting for him outside, and he appears nervous even now, but as he sees Even look into the direction he came from, non-verbally asking if coming here was a mistake, he suddenly finds his confidence, thinks fuck it and just goes in for the kiss because since that Friday afternoon six weeks ago there has been no going back for them and he knows it now. And even as they kiss there is still that one break, that one little unspoken are you completely sure, followed by that final look of I’m sure, we can’t go back now.

yoongi: the Angry Heterophobe™. does not want to see or be seen by straight people. is always ready to kick a homophobe in the kneecaps. says “this is homophobic” when he’s mildly inconvenienced. owns tons of angry political t shirts. incredibly soft around whoever he’s dating tho.

hobi: the Sunshine Gay™. sighs and says “wow i’m so gay” when he sees someone he likes. perpetually sad about the lack of happy gay romcoms. a loving mother to all the baby gays. when he’s dating someone it’s cuddling and hand-holding 24/7. tears up when he sees photos/videos of same gender couples proposing or getting married.

alec is hovering in the doorway, halfway out, bow on his shoulder and his quiver resting against his shoulder blade when magnus appears at the door to the bedroom. he wasn’t dressed a moment before but now he is and it’s funny how this is so much worse than half naked. his shirt unbuttoned all the way down to the waistband of well fitting pants and a belt with one of those beautiful ornate buckles. he’s talking, something about dinner, something about raphael and simon, something about later but alec can’t find the will to listen. he’s drinking it in instead, gaze slipping further and further down all that exposed skin, littered with necklaces. everything in the room has gone fuzzy as his eyes trails over that view. one of them is so long, falling right at the top of that belt buckle. it clinks against the cool metal, like wind chimes on a hot summers day. alec can feel that sweltering heat growing under his skin, despite the fact that summer is long gone. “alexander?” he blinks, magnus’s voice slightly louder, cutting through the haze. swallowing, his eyes trail back up, along with his eyebrows. “hm?” he murmurs, reaching to shift his quiver. magnus just smirks, eyes shining, something like sunshine caught in them. his hips sway slightly as though bid on by a summer breeze. “just wondering if you were paying attention.” alec pauses, lips parting slightly, watching those warm brown eyes and the way they appraise him, all fondness and playfulness. “i wasn’t.”

cute domestic shidge things
  • pidge lying in bed and she hasn’t really bothered with hygiene and her hair’s a floofy mess and she’s wearing one of shiro’s boxers with a ratty alien t-shirt that used to be matt’s and she’s eating hot pockets or nachos or smth that leaves crumbs everywhere and when shiro lies down beside her the only thing he can say is ‘you’re beautiful’ 
  • shiro’s the little spoon. don’t fight me on this. 
  • shiro’s the one in charge in the kitchen (coz pidge burnt water once how) and he even has a variety of those statement aprons that say things from ‘kiss the cook’ to ‘i think you’re grate’ his favorite is the one that says ‘#1 space dad’ that he got from everyone on Christmas
  • after the shitstorm with the galra is finally over and they’re back on earth and katie moves in shiro’s apartment before they decide to get a little house not too far from the garrison (i hc them getting together during the defending the universe gig) 
  • pidge is the one who insists on fixing anything that malfunctions in the house. lightbulb needs changing? got that covered. leaky faucet? got you babe. tree broke through the roof during a nasty storm? welp time to for me to make a trip to home depot. 
  • they haven’t really dropped the nicknames they had with the team (pidge and shiro) but eventually they warm up to katie and takashi on a more regular basis (shiro has always called her katie but her calling him takashi took a little more time getting used to) and the occasional babe, honey and even sweetie/sweetheart coz they’re the sappiest little shits ever awww 
  • there’s a room in their house reserved exclusively for katie and her many many projects and shiro was in charge of vacuuming 
  • feel free to add more! 

doesn’t even have to be domestic just add more headcanons we need more love in this little corner of the fandom. 

happy holidays everyone!  

What I like about Seventeen’s bad boy concept is that it’s nothing like the usual “dark MV, shirt lifting and hip hop beat”. The MV is all about the boys having fun and clowning around and if this isn’t the purest, softest, most beautiful bad boy concept you’ve seen, i don’t know what it is.

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Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice 

Pairing: Victuuri

Warning: NSFW, lazy editing 

Summary: Viktor is spoiled, and Yuuri is his enabler. 

A/N: This is a bit too lovey for my taste, lol. I don’t know man. I feel like I have no business writing anything dealing with love. But it is what it is. An attempt was made. A first and a last. Anyway, Happy Holidays, lovelies! 

Droplets of sweat drip from the ends of his hair. They roll down his neck, beneath his shirt collar, following the path along his spine. He’s used to the feeling. But that doesn’t mean he enjoys it, especially when he’s already finished practicing for the day.

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