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Mack is wallowing in his own self-deprecation after a bad game against the Blues. Usually, the team would just let him be, but he’s terrorizing the locker rooms (sitting there in silence) and they desperately want to shower and sleep. As Mack’s best friend, they nominate Will to go in and fix him. He succeeds but could never expect Mack’s reaction.
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His eyes scanned up and down frantically but not for long because he quickly noticed the deep red and blue and purple mark on Draco’s left side. It looked absolutely brutal. The purple part of the bruise was shaped like a half-circle, like the toe of a foot. Harry’s face fell even further if it was even possible.
“That bastard..” he whispered, fingers hovering but not touching anything. After a moment in which he seemed to be contemplating all the ways he could kill the said bastard, he lowered himself down onto his knees in front of Draco so he was almost eye-level with the middle of his torso. Draco fought the urge to jump or clear his throat and blushed impossibly hard as a strained sigh left his mouth. Harry, like always, was completely oblivious to this and carried on looking, like some kid at an aquarium. He pressed on the tender spots, asking questions like “how does this feel?” And “is this alright?” Draco looked anywhere but down.
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We run the fight scene in slow motion first and for a moment, it seems I'm the only one really fighting, struggling to keep up with him. He's all speed, and agility and pale flashes in the corner of your eye, but we find a medium and he really starts to move, weaving around my swings like a panther. This is supposed to be fun, but we take it so seriously because well, our pride is at stake. A smile carves its way onto pink lips, and his lids lower, and he is laughing now, as he lunges at me. We take the invisible hint to stop and breathe, our eyes meet, my cheeks glow red, his eyes pulse a cassian blue.
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or, Timothee and Austin don't have a label for whatever relationship they have, and they don't really understand it either, but they wouldn't have it any other way because nothing feels more electric than their twisted "friendship".
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He was wearing those stupid low-hanging grey sweatpants. They had to be 3 sizes too big, but he never bothered to buy any smaller sizes, and every time he wore them, it was for a reason. Though the drawstring was pulled as tight as they could be, they still slumped dangerously low on his hips, sitting just below his v-line.
'God, he might as well be naked.'
My eyes, obviously, drifted immediately down as he stretched, his shirt riding up and staying there. His pale skin seemed to shine so brightly in the trashy yellow fan lights, and I found my lip between my teeth.
“Did you have fun?” I want to kill myself, everything sounds so stupid tonight.
“Yeah..” he sounded high off this guy; it took everything in me not to tell him to stop talking.
“You?" After washing my hands in the sink, I moved to Art’s chest of drawers searching through them for a shirt.
“I think that stupid punch was laced.” he snickered at my response with a smile as I picked out his grey 'I'm Good' t-shirt.
“Thought you liked alcohol?”
“It still stings on the way down.” He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to stop himself.
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Bucky Egan and his fellow menace-in-arms Marge Spencer can’t stop staring at the sun-bleached Earthboy working behind the counter of their favourite spacer haunt at Bryant's Station. That’s how trouble always starts on port calls, right?
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"How does a Motherwell man with no funding make his way to fuckin' Bryant's?" The bartender's golden brows furrow.
"I worked my way here."
"Why?" Marge asks, but Egan is at it again with the incessant need to be on top, practically lying on the red-lacquered counter so he could be face-to-face with the bartender.
"Oh yeah? Doing what, Mister Earth?" The Earth is a sneer, a slur, a reference to all things unnecessary.
"I’m a pilot that can do a bit of navigation. Every ship needs those skills."
Marge and Egan both laugh now, a synchrony one octave apart. Egan, Helm and pilot of the militia ship Three Times Lucky, tasked with protecting the merchant routes against the lurking pirates. Marge, who had sat as the youngest full-fledged Navigator that the trader Grace had seen in generations.
"Right, right," Egan cackles. "Pilot and navigator and researcher? Buck, stop, my panties are soaking wet."
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15 Jun 2026
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His thumbs found the ridge of the brow bones — pronounced, heavier than average, the architecture of a face built for bluntness. He moved carefully along the brow line, feeling the place on the left where something had struck in the recent past, a bruise barely formed, the skin faintly tender. He found the narrow scar above the left eyebrow — old, thin as a thread, almost unnoticeable, the raised seam of something that had been deep once and handled badly.
He traced it without thinking."That one's old," Dex said.
"I know."
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Dex breaks into Matt's apartment, Matt begrudgingly helps him. I tried to stay pretty in character for this, however not totally sure I succeeded lol. Also I have no idea if this is a good summary, either! :’^D
(Changed Title to “Man of War” Radiohead reference lol, I feel like the song is more fitting for the dex pov of their dynamic in a strange way…)Bookmarked by IamDod1
15 Jun 2026
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Matt Murdock's trying to balance his grades, his garage band, and being Daredevil all at once. He thinks he has a pretty good handle on it, until he falls into an ambush. Surprisingly, to his rescue is their newest bassist, Dex. Now his identity is compromised, but Dex doesn't seem like he's going to spill.
Dex is NOT stalking Matt Murdock. He's only trying to figure out if this guy is really blind, because he does things a blind man can't. That leads him to watching Matt Murdock, dressed like the devil of hells kitchen that Dex is seeing all over the news, climb out of his dorm hall window. Thank god Dex followed him after that, or he would be toast.
This is my first fic ever!!! This is a split perspective, with half of the chapter being Matt, and the other half being Dex.
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15 Jun 2026
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Dex turns his eyes up to him and wonders if Matt can differentiate between the heart of a liar and the heart of one's barely contained eagerness.
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15 Jun 2026
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An interpretation of what could have happened in that hallway as they were both freaked the fuck up after fighting. (Art included!!!)
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15 Jun 2026