self serving desire for more of them in boston or new england in any shape or form 😇
@mxrcusflint your wish is my command
"You can't be serious," Jake sighs.
He shifts to press himself closer to Bradley's side as a woman hustles past. He hates to clog the sidewalks, but he can't will himself to enter the smallest hell on earth.
"Come on," Bradley needles, "it's all part of the experience. And we're right here."
Boylston is crowded, all of Back Bay out to enjoy the last days of nice weather before the temperature dips. And here Jake is staring at the sinister red lettering above them.
"I'll just stay out here," Jake offers. He presses his back against the cool exterior and settles to wait through Bradley's excursion. "This is your rite of passage, not mine."
Bradley smirks and turns to press into him, flattening Jake against the wall.
"Knew you'd chicken out."
"You can't goad me into this."
Bradley's smile widens briefly before he hums and steps back. "That's fine. Just didn't realize I was dating such a big baby."
It's not even a good dig, not even a sneaky trick, and yet the comment rankles all the same. No one has walked in the doors in the last few minutes, anyway. The store could be empty.
He pushes off the wall and past Bradley to get through the sliding doors. The immediate escaltor greet him along with "Welcome to Trader Joe's Back Bay" and "the smallest Trader Joe's in the known universe" signs. Below, Jake can see a crowd of people weaving through the tight aisles.
He sighs and tries to turn back, but Bradley's solid form behind him pushes Jake forward onto the escalator steps.
Bradley's warm hand works it's way into Jake's. He allows it for the duration of the ride down and then pushes away as the store unfolds in front of them.
"Five minutes," he mutters darkly as he tries to shove himself into an empty corner. "Get your stupid oats and we're going."
Bradley shakes his head an mouths "baby" as he disappears into the aisles.
what am i reading? this hangster ficlet by @mxrcusflint
listening time commitment about 5 mins
this is the comic referenced by the ficlet author: https://www.tumblr.com/oidingus/706839837960994816
and it looks like this:
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rooster accepting hangman's offer...*deal*
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my guest of honor: norbert! (he moved before i could get a picture of him up on the bookshelf, please accept this photo instead bc it features the same expression on him face lololol)
Ohhh @mxrcusflint regency themed epistolary fic! All the letters they send to each other over the years, calling cards left. Starts out with small arguments, “Lord Seresin, I would advise you to be more aware of where your carriage driver parks in future” or “Bradshaw, a letter to advise you of the outstanding amount you owe me from our game on the evening of March 16th. Don’t bother with my bursary- You can come by my house to deliver the sum personally.”
Diary entries and desires crossed out, confusion and elation over certain developments “my cheek can still feel where your lips pressed against it and why won’t this feeling stop plaguing me? Do it again.”
And eventually, letters of great devotion, sent secretly! “It was maddening watching you dance with all those ladies tonight at the ball. Giggling and fawning all over you, in the hopes to snag your hand. Don’t they know? That your heart already belongs to another, that our bodies know each other in a way no one else can? That they call to each other, with every breath we breathe? That our souls are so intertwined it’s as if there was no other inevitability than for us to love each other.”
Getting salacious - “could not stop thinking about how sweetly you take me. What do you think the ton would think if they knew how eagerly you get on your knees for me? Begging for my cock like you would die without it?”
Would be so so fun!! But would take some time for em to get into the groove of the language ect but hmmmmmmmm
An End to the Cruel Years by @mxrcusflint | hangster
Jake’s been missing for nearly five years, which is a truth that sits in Bradley’s stomach. It doesn't help that the leader of Cain's elite squad, Hangman, is now here reminding Bradley at every turn of the man he lost.
He must be going crazy, to think there's a possibility Jake could be underneath that immovable helmet.
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the drone au
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- so blaise has this brilliant idea of wearing amortentia to get laid (as if he didn’t have the whole of hogwarts ogling at him already) so one day he wears amortentia to breakfast and everyone is all over him but draco just wrinkles his nose and asks if he’s sleeping with potter bc he reeks of him and blaise almost chokes on his pumpkin juice
- or the classic harry is late for potions on the day they’re brewing amortentia so when he rushes into his seat beside ron and asks him why the entire classroom smells like malfoy, ron nearly knocks the entire cauldron off the table
- or ron spills everything onto harry and harry has to go about his day with amortentia-stained robes (let’s just pretend they didn’t think of scourgify) and when draco walks past him in the corridor, his eyes widen and he does a double-take because he realises that the familiar, comforting smell he couldn’t put a name to during potions just now was potter
- OR amortentia smells like christmas at the manor, mother’s shortbread cookies and treacle tart to draco and he’s confused because he doesn’t even like treacle tart what the fuck and he’s still thinking about it while having dinner in the great hall so when his eyes scan the gryffindor table looking for the familiar mop of jet-black hair and he sees harry eating treacle tart he just thinks oh
