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“Baby, are you okay--” the blonde asks concerned, trying to reach out.
“What the fuck?” cuts Charles, breathless. He focuses his furious eyes on the blonde sitting on the bed.
Max frowns, frozen mid-way, confused by his reaction. “What?”
The Monegasque wipes his mouth with the back of his hands before asking, almost incredulously, "What do you mean what!" Charles shrieks, standing up on arguably shaking legs. When he speaks, he does it carefully, pronouncing each word clearly, "Do you have any idea what you just said to me, Max?"
Max would find the situation rather funny, but he is a bit mortified, and they are both overly undressed.
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Look, it is not like Charles had much choice. He was not the only one complaining about that, he knew, he lurked around the internet too much to know he was not the only one tired by the fact Max Verstappen wore that stupid Red Bull hat every day.
People were claiming for his help with the matter. They might want to obsess all over Charles’ property and it might have clocked him the wrong way some things he read about Max with his sandy, wild hair. Still. At any rate, Charles could be a bastard, but he was not cruel, if he could give a glimpse of his boyfriend to please them, he could try. It was only fair.
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“Wait,” Lando said, voice high pitched, “you guys really think Max and Charles are into each other? For real?”
“All the evidence points to that,” replied Alex, sighing, all analytical and a tad regretful, as if it was a shameful fact, unavoidable.
“And you think they might be already sleeping together?”
“No, not yet,” Daniel admitted, “they are just friends for now, and Charles is simply clingy with Max, who is a big softie with Charlie, God knows why… But… I think they want to.”
or: 5 times Max and Charles acted weirdly couple-y (+ one time they noticed)
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Darnell nodded, glancing over Robby like he was trying to place him in the hierarchy of important to ignorable and it could go either way. "What's this?"
"MSF FNG," Jack shot back. Whatever that meant, he sounded amused.
Darnell scoffed and looked to Robby, expression going decidedly unimpressed. "Oh, yeah? You here to find yourself? Have an adventure? Do something hard?" he asked, each question more mocking than the last.
And there was that question again, like it was haunting Robby. He stifled his instinct to bite back and kept it simple: "I'm here to help."
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"So Robby grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. Under his hand, Jack's muscles tensed. "Are you seriously picking a fight with a trained soldier right now?" he asked in disbelief.
"No," Robby breathed, pressing him back into the closed door. Jack went easily, green eyes fixed on Robby's face, widening as he leaned in—
But he didn't pull away. So Robby moved the rest of the way in and kissed him.
Robby felt Jack's soft breath out, the way his lips softened, moving into the kiss. Robby kissed him deeper, feeling his own desire stirring again as he cupped those cheeks, running his fingers over skin gone rough with a five-o'clock shadow.
Startling, Jack turned his head, shaking it a little as he met Robby's eyes. "Robby. I can't be what you want."
"You already are," Robby said, pressing a thumb to Jack's bottom lip, transfixed."
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Jack had just stepped back onto the main floor when he clocked movement at the ambulance entrance, two guys hurrying in, the smaller one helping a guy with a sweatshirt covered in blood. But something was wrong, some unnamable instinct rising within Jack at the way they moved. It was too fluid, too controlled. Jack knew what the walking wounded looked like, had seen it for years, from war zones to bar fights. This wasn't the injured seeking help; this was men hunting.
Time slowed, Jack's heart rate spiking, the adrenaline dump casting everything in sharp relief—the full ED floor, patients plus shift change meaning twice the usual personnel were here.
Robby was here.
That thought got him moving, Jack approaching laterally. He got there right as the guns came out.
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"God, give him strength with this impossible man. And Jack didn't even believe in any of that shit. "I'll ignore that you just described our first time as 'kid stuff,' because I'm generous like that, and that you're still protecting yourself even in the face of getting what you want and just say this: I love you. That was true before yesterday and it'll be true tomorrow. This is a new dimension," he said, gesturing between their bodies, "but at this point in my life I never expected anything new and the fact that I got it is fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice going oddly thick, despite his efforts. But he forged ahead: "And you know what? I deserve it. After everything I lost and everything I give, I deserve this. So do you. So just, knock it off with this strong leader thing and let me be in it with you."
Robby stared at him like he didn't even know who he was, his face just collapsing in on itself. "Fuck," he bit out, scrubbing over his eyes. He covered his face for a moment, just breathing in, a deep breath, like he needed to steel himself."
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Avon gets out of prison. He and Stringer realize something’s changed between them.
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"Stringer feels him. He remembers the glances, Avon watching him watch him. The way the fresh air had felt when Avon rolled down the windows and tossed his clothes. The split seconds between when he was dressed and he wasn’t.
“Who you belong to, Stringer? Hm? Me or them suits?”
Stringer doesn’t tell Avon to shut up, or hit him. He does worse. He kisses Avon. It’s been a long time—longer even than Avon’s been locked up—so Stringer licks into his mouth in an exploratory way. Stringer tastes that bitch’s perfume and a couple glasses of hours-old shots. Avon chuckles when Stringer sniffs hard and then throws him off."
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Sakura is spiralling, Sasuke’s redemption journey is not going as planned, and their growing feelings for each other are not helping in either case. With unfulfillment on one end and danger on the other, they are faced with decisions that will pave the path of the rest of their lives.
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"Sakura’s heart clenched, detecting the cloud forming.
Pulled by an urge to get ahead of his storm, she placed her hand on his shoulder, gently, as not to startle him.
Then, as her fingertips traced the edge of the scar on his heart, “Maybe it’s a reminder that… you were just meant to be here,” she said.
Simply, bluntly. Without a shadow of a doubt.
Sasuke’s eyes swept over her fingers, the length of her arm, her face, a flicker of amusement overlaying the shadows.
“Maybe,” he said."
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gold in the seams of my hands by napricot
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Cloak & Dagger (TV 2018)
13 May 2022
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Six months after the whole mess with the Flagsmashers, Bucky’s life is going pretty well, apart from the headaches. Sam is Captain America, Bucky’s his right-hand man both in the field and in the apartment they now share, and they’re slowly but surely working on getting the Avengers up and running again. For the first time in longer than Bucky can remember, he’s—well, not quite happy, but he’s content. Except for the goddamn headaches.
When Bucky’s headaches turn out to be something stranger and more serious than either he or Sam could have ever foreseen, their evolving partnership and the fledgling team they’re struggling to build are tested by a mission and a mystery that have painful roots in Sam's own recent history. If they're going to get through this, Bucky is going to have to accept a new power, Sam's going to need to learn what coming to the rescue looks like now that he's Cap, and they're both going to have to trust in a partnership that could become something more.
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"What else, you gotta be feeling it, baby, how much I—“
“Want me, Sam, yeah, please, c’mon—“
Only it’s not just want, is it, or affection, or lust, or even need, it’s the bigger thing, it’s all of it, and with Sam’s hand in his and Sam inside of him, there’s nowhere to escape from it, no way to deny it, it is filling Bucky up as surely as Sam is still fucking into him—
“Tell me,” Sam pleads, “You gotta know, fuck, I—“
It’s love, fuck, of course it is. “I know,” Bucky says, his voice cracking. “Sam, I know, and—me too, I love you, please—“