#macksdramaticshenanigans fic

[redrosydiaz]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

for all the pretty mouths and pretty words

MacksDramaticShenanigans

Eddie snags both drinks with a thanks to the bartender and turns to head back towards Steve. Things have been going well, things have been going really well — not even that rocky start could put a wrench into things, and the note they left off on before Eddie slipped away was promising. Eddie is eager to see where the rest of the night will take them. He has high hopes.

But, as Eddie is intimately familiar with, highs are not meant to last, and hopes are easy to lose.

Things, meet wrench.

He makes it three steps when his stride stutters because — oh. That’s. That’s Steve, with a girl. A pretty girl. With short, sandy brown hair and freckles. It’s the same pretty girl Eddie had seen with him earlier. The one he’d thought, for a second, might be Steve’s girlfriend. He’d let himself hope she wasn’t, when he first approached, and let himself start to actually believe it when he’d tried his hand at flirting and Steve had flirted back.

But now...

Now Eddie’s not so sure.

 

Or, the one where Steve puts his foot in his pretty mouth and Eddie pays the price. Featuring: cherry stems, half smoked cigarettes, and the world's biggest misunderstanding.

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[redrosydiaz]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

young dirty love, come get us strung

MacksDramaticShenanigans

“Patrick.” The noise from the other half of the bed stops abruptly, a sharp inhale the only other tip off that Patrick heard him. A thick silence fills the room. The lack of A/C has never been starker. A second passes. Two. Three. Four. Five. The more they add up the more Art thinks he might have fucked up. Then, “Art.” It comes out graveled, hoarse. It makes Art’s toes curl. Art moves— rolls half onto his shoulder blade, not yet fully facing Patrick. He trains his eyes onto the ugly popcorn ceiling. “Are you…” he trails off. Doesn’t need to finish the sentence. “Yeah,” comes the breathy response, right away. Unabashed. Unashamed. Art’s shaky exhale. Hand floating up, over his stomach. Drifting lower. Fingertips touching the waistband of his boxers. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. Patrick knows. “You can too,” he says, encourages, “if you want.” The sound of skin on skin starts back up, slow again, deliberately loud. Teasing. “I don’t mind,” Patrick adds, “like old times.”   Or, Art can't sleep, and lucky for him, neither can Patrick.

hiiiii, i wrote a challengers fic (finally)!!!!! it's my birthday tomorrow so you should tooootally read it and tell me what you think!! :)

[redrosydiaz]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

in the way only you could

MacksDramaticShenanigans

“So it’s been… twelve years?” Patrick asks around the filter. He inhales deeply, and when he finally lifts it from his lips he blows the smoke in a steady stream past Art’s ear. He holds the cigarette out towards Art, an offering.

Art shakes his head. “Thirteen, actually,” not that he’s counting, “and, no, thanks, I quit,” he says. “Tashi wanted me to.”

It feels weird to say her name here. Feels a little bit like an invocation, Repeat Tashi Donaldson three times in the mirror while spinning in circles and she’ll appear right behind you.

“Right,” Patrick muses and takes another drag. “What have you been up to for thirteen years?”

Art’s eyes roll towards him with an unimpressed slant. “As if you don’t already know that,” he says. His lips press together and he tilts his head at Patrick, daring him to contradict.

Patrick shrugs one shoulder. “Sure I do,” he says. Knocks the same shoulder into Art’s. He’s close enough to do that. “But I want to hear it from you.”

 

Or, shared cigarettes, shared lamentations, and shared breath after the Phil's Tire Town Challenger Final.