Apr 11
Jonathan Roumie as JESUS OF NAZARETH + 🎕 The Chosen • “Confessions” (4x02)
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Jonathan Roumie as JESUS OF NAZARETH + 🎕 The Chosen • “Confessions” (4x02)
need to learn franks favourite songs then surprise him by playing them on guitar for him <3
i think this message gave me a cavity??
it's so freaking sweet. he'd be so touched? like - lump forming in the hollow of his throat, saltwater brimming in his eyes kind of touched?
what do you think some of his favourite music is? maybe I'm projecting but I'd be willing to bet bruce springsteen is up there.
Trouble
“Malfoy.”
With that smile and that hair and that smile. Coming in hot with two plastic cups, one held out like a shield. Draco was in trouble. “For you. Should still be hot, I hope.”
“What…” warily crossing his arms.
“It’s coffee. Pumpkin spice, two sugars. You seem like you’re ready to scream, and I know you can’t survive without your daily dosage.”
Potter’s eyes were so wide. So Potter, so green. Distracting and terrible. Did Draco mention that smile? The hesitant line, thin and curved deep. “My daily dosage?”
“You normally drink at least four. Only saw you with three today, so I thought…”
Was he blushing? Honestly. Trying to destroy Draco good and proper. “You… I’m sorry. I must be mistaken, but it sounds as though you count the number of coffees I have a day. Which, I know is mad. Seeing as you work in an entirely different department, and—and that it’d be mad.”
“It’s not like that,” Potter said, eyes wide with terror, so green, so fuck, “we do share a kitchenette, so… it’s not that mad. I don’t go out of my way to… c’mon, Malfoy. We notice each other. You know that.”
Notice each other. What a nice, neat, insufficient label. How very Potter of him to under-verbalise years of animosity, then of resignation, then a budding working relationship, then—apparently, this. Bringing each other coffee in the middle of the day. Oh, fuck, was it really five? He was so behind on those files.
“I—” looked up and gulped a little miserably. Potter was very close and very, well, himself. “Thank you. For the coffee. But I really must get on with all this.” Gesturing flatly at the desk laden with paperwork. “Bloody Robards and his,” swallowed the rest. Really unprofessional and also, also, just, maybe shut up? Thank you.
“Yeah, fuck him,” Potter grinned. The whole thing was entirely nonsensical. Draco’s mouth didn’t get the memo and was stretching into a strange kind of grimace, pointy-upwards. “D’you need a hand?”
“A hand?” eyebrow rising helplessly. “You want to help me with paperwork?”
“Why not?”
Eyebrow rising higher. “You. Want to help me. With paperwork.”
“If it’d get you out of here faster—”
“We don’t even work in the same department,” so wildly out of his element he was shouting. Swallowed, swallowed, tried to ignore how handsome Potter was even when his face turned into this, imploring thing. “What? I don’t—what is even. Is this some sort of a joke?”
His mouth opened into a horrified ‘O’. “No! Not a joke. I really just wanted to help.”
Draco closed his eyes, prayed for some guidance. Had his little crush been so obvious that even Potter had to take pity? “I don’t need your help,” he said, as crisply as he possibly could.
“I know that. I just, er, suppose I wanted an excuse to come talk to you?”
“An excuse to come—” stopped, the mocking tone turning into something softer and a hell of a lot more confused. “An excuse to come talk to me?”
“Plus, you really needed your coffee fix.” With that devastating grin. “Come on, drink it up, and we can talk about all the rest later.”
“The rest?” his heart fluttered quite madly in his chest, insistent and inexplicable, like Potter’s gentle nod.
“Yeah. Get everything you need sorted, and maybe I could walk you to the train station when you’re done? So we could. Erm. Talk.” His lips were even more kissable when he pouted.
Draco agreed before he realised, before the words fully sunk in. “All right. We could… yes. Thank you.” Nothing made sense, aside perhaps for the look on Potter’s face, the amusement that became familiar, and a little spark Draco wasn’t brave enough to name. His eyes, gorgeous, his smile, worse, slightly more confident now and just as destructive.
“I’ll give you half an hour,” graciously. “There’s a café not too far from here. On the way to the station. Maybe we could…”
“Yes, yes, just, go, Potter,” running a hand over his eyes, trying for stable, coming up short.
“Malfoy,” he winked.
Draco was in trouble.
Oh, well.
(Flufftober day 20. Find the soft AO3 collection here).
OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as James in SURFACE (1.04)
@/yelewery on ig not only creates gorgeous jewelry, they also killed me by providing this
Okay, last one for today. Sorry for the art spam!^^" This time just the boys being snuck and comfy because I craved some tenderness 🖤🤍
Thank you @stryshttu, for being the source of my inspiration for this one! ^///^
writing 4 fics at one time and I havingto remember which Eddie I’m writing ine such one is too much for my scatter fried egg brain