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for the prompt sets of three ⁶⁾ a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum and rolling tobacco, mcdiarmid/fraser? ❤️
“You look good.”
Bill shakes his head, fails to not to turn his neck in an effort to hide from Jock’s attentive gaze.
“Should get your hair shorn more often,” he insists, something equally hungry shining behind his sunglasses.
“It was necessary,” Bill deflects, “For the heat.”
There is little to no distance between them, the pink bubble-gum Jock’s been chewing peeking in between two sets of blunt pearly teeth. Teeth that had been pressed against his neck two nights ago, teeth that had been hungry to mark, to search for a pulse. Bill cannot keep himself from looking at them, the same way he cannot keep himself from staring at Jock’s fingers, watching him roll a cigarette he will carefully place behind his ear and not smoke until things are done between them, at least for the day. He has never tasted tobacco on his tongue, there is always mint on top, or strawberry, or whatever drink they’ve shared before Jock was three fingers deep inside his cunt, kissing him as if there was no tomorrow. Which, in Bill’s defence, has only happened twice—thrice if he allows today to go on like this, which he won’t.
“Are you still up for tonight?”
Tonight means grabbing something to eat at the pub Jock keeps yapping about every time they hang out. Tonight means that once he is behind Jock riding that, frankly, quite intimidating looking bike, all bets will be off—and he could find himself getting lost to another bubble-gum flavoured kiss.
Bill nods. He’s never been one to waste other people’s time.
“Promise it’ll be worth it,” Jock says, making Bill wonder if he is capable of reading his mind.
When Jock hands him a helmet his head snaps back up, eyeing Jock warily before he inspects it up close. It looks new, practical, still smells like how new cars do when you or your wet dog have barely had the chance to step into them. Jock is looking at him when he looks back up, something giddy in his posture, his smile unrelenting.
“Thank you,” Bill says, he could probably offer more but it would feel insincere, unlike him, and something tells him Jock would know.
He gets a self-satisfied smirk for his trouble, one of Jock’s big hands patting the bike with a fondness that borders on the sexual. An invitation then, one last time for him to say no. “Promised I would take care of you,” is all Jock offers before he puts on his own helmet, visor up, hopping on top of the vehicle without any more fanfare.
Bill stares back to their flat, to the sunny suburban street where not even the neighbours will see him leave with this man, and without second guessing himself any longer, he hops behind Jock and holds onto his waist just as the engine comes to life.
Gold medallions with solidi of Justinian I (top and bottom coins) and Justinus II (middle coin). Byzantine, 6th century A.D. Freer Gallery of Art.
Axe head, Scandinavia, 11th-12th century
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Once again, let's enjoy the best character intro of all time.
"Welcome home."
Once again, let's enjoy the best character intro of all time.
oh sassy divas of sassy heroes show please come and save me
When it was the desert, and you, and me.
round the decay of that colossal wreck at 200 kudos?? big thanks from me and @ferrame to all of you who read this highly niche fic 😳
last night i did this sketch of the scene from the north water where otto shares his (accurate) prophetic dreams and sumner tells him that dreams are a mental shite pile but it also rather looks like parents berating their large remorseful son, saying how disappointed they are with his behaviour
jim almonds really ate when he told paddy "someone has to make you change. be it god, or me, or the ghost of that catholic boy that you left buried in the desert" 😭 he really hit paddy's soft points 😭 what a diva
you learn something new everyday. unless you're a historian. then you learn something old
Love referring to characters who are never seen without each other as "bonded pairs" like yuuuup. if you put these two in separate cages they're gonna get real sad and anxious and possibly violent too, one of em is biting the bars as we speak. you gotta adopt both of them or none at all, it is encouraged that you take them both. they are most likely to thrive if they stick together. it is easier for them to get used to new environments and situations because they have each other. they do everything together because they love each other so so much. you COULD separate them but it's gonna do a lot of psychological damage and it's gonna lead to a lot of issues and there's a big possibility they'll never be the same again
a wee modern AU Fraser for @ferrame
back on my bill & greville-bell modern AU agenda (+ extra bills because why not)