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✩        ✩        ✩        ✩        ✩ I HAVE LOVED THE STARS TOO FONDLY TO BE FEARFUL OF THE NIGHT. ( indie // au // selective )

[punkwatcher]

We did good.

Well. Probably mostly you.

[badwxlfisms]

... had a little help, f’you remember.

[phoebeweatherfieldcaufield]

[dxvidtennant]

[goldcaught]

[mycroftplayingoperation]

[gwil-lee]

insp.

[productsans]

[billiephotos]

[badwxlfisms]

billiephotos:

(x)

[hipster-and-thoughts]

[punkwatcher]

[badwxlfisms]

punkwatcher:

kiss me and i’m yours hold me even when i push you away i promise i’ll break my promises but i’ll love you with everything

[punkwatcher]

When the Night Met the Day | Adrose (Vamp AU)

[badwxlfisms]

punkwatcher:

After a few seconds more searching through his madcap organization, Adrian drew out one of the six journals he kept at any given time. It helped keep his thoughts organized. He sighed, impatient and relieved all at the same time. 

“This.“ 

Because that explained a lot. He turned back to face her, gesturing vaguely and said: "You’ll need to tell me everything about that.” Offhand, it was more of a command than a request. Watchers. Used to demanding everything.

“And now you survive…how, exactly?” 

      Brows hike to her hairline in surprise-- he’s a bossy thing, isn’t he? But that’s the Council. Sterling manners and yet they can be quite rude when they feel entitled to something. Rose straightens in her chair and frowns for a moment, ❛ And you’ll need to learn I’m not so easily bossed about. ❜ Her arms fold neatly across her chest and she sits in silence for a moment. It’s... strangely comfortable despite the fact that she’s still thinking about how bloody rude humans can be. And she’s inferior... lesser-- hah! 

      Although her attention has returned to the book he’s grabbed from the shelf, she does oblige him with an answer. ❛ Animal blood. I make do. It doesn’t taste nearly as good but it keeps the cravings at bay. That’s not to say I’d feel nothing were you to slice your wrist open in front of me, but I’d... ❜ she trails off, waving a hand. He’s already seen a demonstration of her control.

[punkwatcher]

I'll Be Seeing You [Adrose // Wartime AU]

[badwxlfisms]

punkwatcher:

Any possible nerves had got lost in the path of her nails and the heat that followed, shooting like electricity through his body. His fingers tightened on the sheets beneath her and his groan caught behind his teeth before it came out as a moan. 

Her subtle squirm to open herself up made his breathing thicken, his eyes go half-lidded. Despite the pause for their chat, he was hard and eager and he could feel the sunrise coming. In a matter of hours the night would become day and they’d part, but for now they were trapped in some magical quiet space that didn’t follow the laws of time.

It had already become habit, the way he brushed his thumb against her lower lip, leaning in to mingle breaths before tasting her again. His other hand was between them, giving himself a stroke to help, teasing the head of his cock against her entrance to slick them both before he pushed forward, sinking into her carefully, bit by bit. 

    To say she’s not nervous or anxious or marginally terrified in the moments Adrian begins to press inside would be a bold-faced lie. And to say she’s not thrilled and exhilirated by the idea of making love-- really making love to someone who matters... well, that would be false as well. Because he does matter. He matters more than anyone tonight because, come morning, he’ll be gone. Come morning, Rose would have to fight to convince herself that this entire evening wasn’t just something she made up-- a fantasy. This is real. This is the realest thing she’s ever felt. This is how love is supposed to be.

       Her hands have yet to move from his face-- it keeps them from shaking. Her gaze is locked with his and the heat, the tension, it’s undeniable. She shifts beneath him with a tiny little gasp; it’s in response to a small, pinching pain. She reminds herself to breathe, but it seems to be easier said than done. Her eyes squeeze shut for a moment and her hands move suddenly to his shoulders where she’s able to grip without fear of hurting him.

[punkwatcher]

This Wasn't in the Syllabus (College AU)

[badwxlfisms]

punkwatcher:

A smirk grew, more free and honest with her gaze averted. This was comfortable. No class, no bright brown eyes. Just a cute girl who thought he was brilliant. He could do this.

“What’re you studying?”

    With her gaze averted, he seems to relax a little and she takes note of it, however curious it may be. Is she intimidating? She’s never really thought about it. Before she realizes, her gaze snaps back up to his face and she shrugs with a little laugh. ❛ Haven’t really decided, yet. Gotta’ find somethin’ m’good at. I like, er... I like the stars. Space. That sorta’ stuff, ❜ she explains, almost sounding somewhat embarrassed about the confession.

[the-wolf-of-torchwood]

areas of expertise | adrose

[badwxlfisms]

punkwatcher:

Dad. Ooh. Even the mention of Rose’s dad made Adrian a little nervous. He was an impressive man with an impressive array of ray guns and shit. But beyond that, Adrian was never sure where he stood with the director. Jackie Tyler was usually easy to read. She wore her opinions in the arch of her brow. Pete was less so. Adrian had seen him since reuniting with Rose, spoken to him, and though he didn’t know how much had been told to the patriarch, he was fairly sure the man had to know Adrian had almost single-handedly broken his daughter.

“Just us, then? Covert?”

    Rose literally cannot help herself from grinning-- she’s not sure it’s exactly what he means when he says: just us, but it’s still funny to her, nonetheless. She nods to confirm, giving his shoulder a little squeeze. ❛ Jus’ us, yeah. Very covert, ❜ -- and after a moment of silence, she adds: ❛ No Pete. We’ll be in contact, but... he’s not comin’. ❜ She almost says that Jackie will be coming in his place, but now really isn’t the time for jokes and she’s honestly concerned she’d scare the life out of him with that one. She really does need his help. Him running for the hills because of her mother is not considered helpful.

[badwxlfisms]

punkwatcher​:

Don’t mind it. She really likes me babbling. Or, well, it puts her to sleep.

[ He laughs, quieter, looking down at the blissfully snoozing child. ]

Could probably sit here for the rest of my fuckin life.

... now that’s somethin’ I swore I’d never hear you say.

... beautiful, isn’t she? Absolutely perfect.

[punkwatcher]

Sex, Drugs, and You Know the Rest (AU)

[badwxlfisms]

punkwatcher:

With the arch of her body and yet another wet kiss, Adrian’s mind had skipped ahead a bit. He was back in that little curtained off ‘room’ with a cigarette between his fingers and that mess of blonde curls in his lap. Fuck. He hadn’t even realized he’d groaned audibly. His grip tightened on her waist, ready to get her in the shadows and show her fun when the bassist, Wallace, was suddenly at his side, large hand smacked between his shoulder blades hard enough to jolt him out of pleasant thoughts.

“Scuse me,” the big Scot boomed, interrupting with emphatic purpose. He grinned at Rose and then to Adrian with a smirk. “Since you didn’t help at all, you’re buyin.”

Adrian’s head tipped back with a groaning growl that was entirely of regret now. “Fuck.”

“Alright?” Wallace smacked his back again, then cuffed the back of his head. “Let’s go. Bring your friend.”

With a wink, the Scot backed away, but Adrian still didn’t move off from Rose. There was a note of rueful apology in his eyes when he looked up with his chin tucked. Like a coked-out puppy.

“Fancy a drink?”

      The blonde watches the exchange, head lolling back against the wall the musician’s got her pressed to. The interruption isn’t unwelcome in the slightest. In fact, it’s amusing as all hell to watch one inconvenience the other. Still, Adrian’s grip on her waist hasn’t loosened and as Wallace lumbers off, Rose is left smiling, toothy and mischievous. Her knuckles trace the distinguished line of his jaw and she sighs, studying him for a moment. He’s endearing in a way when he looks at her just so-- watching with dark eyes beneath even darker lashes. Rose wonders, only briefly, if he’s wearing mascara; isn’t about to ask, of course, because now he’s proposing refreshment of the liquid variety and she’s never been one to turn down booze.

      A drink, a kiss, a fuck-- fancies it all, wants him... and now her only regret is that they’ve got to move from the dark corner they’ve claimed as their own. Her hands drop to rest on his shoulders and she gives them a brief squeeze, humming out a lazy:  ❛ Mm... ❜ Finally straightening, she flashes him another grin and nods towards the direction of the door.

     ❛ M’your friend, now, huh? Honored. ❜

[badwxlfisms]

screams i need to sleep.