#feat: marshall & alec.

[lovecharged]

one night, he's fifty years old, going to bed wishing that he could've met his husband sooner. the next he's looking in the mirror and staring at his younger self and his mother is calling him and reminding him to hurry up because he's starting at his new college today. new college? he can't recall ever going to different colleges. just the one, which hadn't been the greatest experience from what he can recall. "coming!" he calls out, bounding down the stairs to find his entire family…thirty something years younger. he looks down at the newspaper and spots that particular teacher that had made his life a misery, and stan is beaming at him brightly, 'got that motherfucker.' marshall smiles too, but his confusion is written within his eyes. stan doesn't comment though, assuming it was just a lot for him to handle. then he's being handed a plate of toast, and he's taking one slice and staring at his mother, 'your dad's going to take you, don't worry. we've got you, babe.' she reassures, kissing his cheek.

once he's actually at the college, he's reassuring his dad that he has got it, that he'll find his way around and despite his apparent wariness, he continues to show that faith in his eldest son that marshall hadn't ever really felt as though he deserved. walking into the building he's directed to, he grabs his timetable and a few resources from the reception, before he's wandering towards his first classroom. he's nervous, entirely confused but too curious not to see this through. that's when he sees him and his eyes are practically bulging right out of his head. nobody's sitting next to him yet, and he doesn't see any sign of a seating plan -- so he sits. "uh, hello. i'm -- marshall...it's my first day." nailed that. / @tkachukmatthew

#tkachukmatthew #speaks: marshall harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #honestly does not have to be this long or u dont even have to reply i just.... dkkdkdkd #setting a scene here

[lucidsolar]

starter for: alec abernathy

“so uh, are you taking anyone to that dance next saturday?” / @lucidlunar​

#speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #verse: feels like home (what if ii.) #lucidlunar

[muchallure]

the week had been long and exhausting, so he'd opted to order in a mcdonalds breakfast, instead of slaving away over the stove in the kitchen. it also meant that he had to spend the least time possible away from his husband, which had made it the only reasonable decision in marshall's eyes. still, he plates it up in a tray, two glasses of bucks fizz also evident on it. if they couldn't at christmas, when could they really? with a sleepy smile he approaches the bed, crawling on top, carefully, just to place the tray in alec's lap. "breakfast is served, your highness." / @tkachukmatthew

#speaks: marshall harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #verse: feels like home (main verse.) #tkachukmatthew

[party-gilmore]

...well, I managed to get to literally JUST BARELY before the actual smut starts, so please enjoy this unbetaed 2k word teaser prologue of "demi/grayace Parker doesn't feel like she's Enough for Eliot without Hardison around, so he sets the record straight."

Set during The Hurricane Job, because who gives a damn if the ep is even OUT yet, am i right? XD

“Room 236.”

“What was that?” Eliot hums. His voice is muffled beneath the heavy, sopping weight of his jacket as he tugs the damn thing over his head. His shirt peels off right along with it, so he just shucks the whole shebang in the generic direction of his luggage. He’ll have plenty of time to see to it properly tomorrow - the storm will have them trapped at least another day. With a groan, he stretches out his bad shoulder. It’s not quite dislocated again, but it’s not quite right either. Two nimble hands sneak up from behind and flit their way over the shoulder blade, one bracing against the wet neck of his white tank top while the other presses swift and hard on the joint - and ‘pop’ goes the weasel.

Eliot flashes Parker a pained but soft smile through the old dresser mirror, but it falters when he catches her eyes peeking over his shoulder. There’s a look in them he isn’t familiar with, but doesn’t think he likes.

“Park-” he starts to turn around, but she manhandles him back away from her and shoves her hand into the back pocket of his jeans. No small feat tonight, they way the rain has soaked and damn near suction cupped them to his ass. “H-hey, woah, alright there darlin’, slow it down a bit,’ he chuckles, reaching back to feel for her, but she’s already hopping back and flashing a small, colorful rectangle at him.

“Room 236,” she repeats, flipping it around her fingers like a coin. Eliot frowns. They’re in room 225, just down the hall. They’d found what the crooked cops were after with time to spare, so there was nowhere left to search. Why then, would he still have a room key for-

Oh. He reaches back and pats the offending rear pocket, flushing as he remembers Marshall Shipp’s parting flirtatious wink and accompanying gentle smack on the ass as they’d parted ways a half hour ago. He hasn’t exactly been… discouraging her interest. It's felt good that women are still interested in him even as he’s put a few more miles on, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention - especially from someone as 'his type' as Maria.

Well, what used to be his type, at least.

He shoots a sheepish, apologetic grin at Parker. Maria’s ‘interest’ was quickly becoming ‘intent,’ and now Eliot needed to find a way to nip that in the bud sooner rather than later.

“Damn, I should’ve noticed the reverse lift,” Eliot clears his throat, toying with the edge of the pocket absentmindedly. “She must’ve slipped it to me after we completed the radio broadcast. I was uh, distracted by our success I guess.”

“Bet that’s not all she’d like to slip you,” Parker’s voice takes on a bit more of a playful tone for a moment. Cheeky, teasing. It feels like solid ground.

“Hey now,” Eliot teases back, starting to undo his belt, slow and deliberate, as he begins toeing out of his boots. “I can’t help that I still ‘got it,’ darlin’. I can think of a couple folks I know offhand that might like to, uh… 'slip me a little something' right now, 'specially since I'm properly alone with one of 'em for the first time since-” The only problem is, he forgot how damn difficult these boots are to get off on a good day, let alone when soaked through with salt water. Swearing under his breath, he abandons his attempt at being suave to sit at the end of the bed and fumble with the ties. He should know better than try to look cool for either of his partners nowadays. It never works out quite right, and he’s starting to get to the age where he doesn’t even see the use of that kind of posturing anymore himself. They’ve seen him at his worst already - mentally, physically, emotionally - so what would be the point, really? On top of that, he may make a fuss about his ‘cool points’ in front of Breanna, but he knows Hardison’s sneaky ‘dorkification’ process he's been slowly contaminating Eliot with over the last decade is almost complete. He's still drawing the line at DnD, but he doubts that'll last much-

“...or, if you wanted, you could go let her slip it to you.”

Eliot is too caught up in his own head to really register the suggestion at first. He's busy ruminating on how differently his younger self would be handling this whole situation - all smooth moves and hot edges, shucking off clothing with a kind of casual grace.

‘Yeah, those days have long passed,’ he thinks, hunched over and fighting the waterlogged leather of his boots with fumbling, aching fingers. He gets the first one yanked off his foot less than gracefully, wincing at his ankle’s unsubtle protest, before what Parker said finally processes.

Slowly, he sets his singular boot the side and shifts enough to face her. Parker’s tone didn’t hold any bitterness or bite, just nervousness and a bit of resignation. She isn’t looking at him, but out the window, arms wrapped tight around her midsection in a way he hasn’t seen her do in a while. She bounces restlessly on her heels. There’s a clear energy inside her looking to get out. The thunder rumbles lowly through the suddenly silent room, murmuring a warning through the curling reverberation in Eliot’s gut.

He starts out gentle. Easy.

“...now why would I wanna go an’ do somethin’ like that?” Sometimes it’s easiest to bring things to Parker head on, and she’ll respond in her usual stark, frank manner. Just lay it all right out in the open to be picked apart. This isn’t one of those times. Eliot can read that much in every restless tap, every rapid twitch of her eyes to some place else in the room, any place that isn’t him.

“She’s your type, isn’t she?” Parker’s voice is a higher register than it should be, but not quite into her panicking zone yet. That’s a start. “She’s badass, sexy… passionate.”

Eliot notices her leaning heavy on that last word, and frowns.

“So are you, Parker.”

“Not in the same way!” She turns a bit, still looking outside, but her arms unwrap from herself to gesture between them. “Not the same way you and Hardison are!”

It’s quiet for another beat. The white noise of the hissing rain against the window settles into the room with a steady, thrumming tension. Eliot doesn’t jump to demanding clarification like he might’ve done a decade ago, doesn’t snap and tell her to stop beating around the bush. He’s learned that Parker tucks away all the information he needs to understand in every phrase, no matter how inane or incongruent it may seem. So Eliot holds his tongue and chews on the words for a while.

“Me and Hardison, huh?” He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and rubs his jaw in a performance of pensiveness. The movement draws Parker's attention and she finally looks over to him, following the back and forth of his fingers. He presses on, carefully. “Thought we were talkin’ bout me and the marshall. What’s Alec got to do with this?”

“Because he isn’t here!” Parker breaks, not enough to falter or crumble but enough to say what's on her mind before she can overthink it. "He isn't here and it's different! I can feel it! I'm not-" she fumbles her words for a minute, just waving between them again. "-all passionate about the whole sex thing like he is!"

There's that word again. Eliot knows where to go from here, at least. It's all about that word. He stands up, albeit a little awkwardly with one foot still in an inch high boot.

"Sure it's fun and I like it sometimes, but not like you two do! Alec balanced me out, could give you what you needed! I'm not… by myself, I'm not enough for… for y-..." Parker cuts herself before she can grow any more manic, bunching her face up and looking away again like she does when trying to stave off any waterworks before they can start.

Eliot can see her closing up again as her words fail her, but that's alright. What needed to get out made it out. He can take it from here. He hobbles over in his awkward, single-socked gait until he's close enough to take her shoulders in hand, but he doesn't pull her in for the hug. Not yet.

"Now I want you to listen to me, and listen good." Eliot makes sure his tone is firm, but gentle. Parker responds the way he'd hoped - still not looking, tilting her head down, but leaning toward him. Into his space. Receptive, and ready to hear him. "Yeah, it feels different. That's cause you and me? Are different from me and Alec. We're always gonna be. 'That makes us, us,' remember? Just like that's different from you and Alec. It's all part of 'us,' yeah, but it's… we got our own thing, Parker. And sure, we might like it best when it's all three of us, just because we love him so, so much, yeah?"

He lifts one hand from her shoulder and tucks a bit of hair back behind her ear, giving her a chance to respond if she wants. Parker murmurs a quiet "yeah," and steps in a little closer. Eliot tugs her in the rest of the way now, assured that she's open to the touch. She pillows her chin on the shoulder she fixed, and Eliot lays a light kiss to the outside of her ear before continuing in a lower voice.

"So… we miss him, when he's not here, and we don't have the 'all three of us' thing right now. That doesn't make our thing, the you and me thing, any less good. It doesn't- Parker, you're so much more than just enough for me. You're who I need... especially when we don't have Hardison. Don't ever doubt that."

"I'll try," Parker turns her head and mutters it into the crook of Eliot's neck, and he loves her all the more for it. It's better than any empty promise of 'I won't,' because he knows the honesty of it. Knows it's not just an empty platitude of 'I'll do it,' but the vulnerable admission of 'I want to, but don't know if I can.'

"That's all I ask, darlin'."

Because it is. That's all Eliot ever asks of her. To try. Never demands that she change, never insists she should be thinking of herself differently or more kindly than she does. Just that she tries to.

"Now. About this whole 'passion' thing," Eliot sighs, pulling back so he can do that thing he does to Hardison that Parker loves to watch him squirm under, but likes it a lot less when it's turned on her. That thing where he ducks his neck and tilts his head and looks up at her through his hair with that serious, intimate look that makes her want to run because he for sure can see all of her secrets like this but also want to sink deep into that comforting gaze and never leave it. "I don't know where you got this idea that you're not passionate from, but-"

"Yeah, but it's not-!"

"The same?" Eliot cuts off her half-hearted attempt at argument. "Course it's not the 'same' as us, Parker! You aren't us. So, you… you don't lose yourself in it the same way me and Hardison do, okay? Him and me, how we get high off each other, the way we act... so you don't do that. That's fine! That’s only one type of passion, darlin'. You can't tell me,” he lets his hands skim down Parker’s arms until they meet her own palms. “That the way you focus so damn hard on taking us apart - taking me apart…”

Eliot brings Parker’s hands to his hips, and her fingers start to fidget with the hem of his shirt. Anchoring herself with the ribbed texture of the tank. Starting to explore up his stomach the way Eliot knows that Parker knows he likes. She’d ferreted that one out of him ages before they’d even thought up this whole ‘you and we makes three’ train. He lets his voice go a little breathy, a little raspy, makes sure she notices how she's affecting him. “-the way you always know exactly how to do it, piece by piece, single-mindedly pulling me apart like a damn puzzle, Park… you can’t tell me that ain’t some kind of passion.”

“Yeah, but that’s just the same way I steal stuff,” Parker giggles a little, the familiar flutter of Eliot’s sides under her deft fingers grounding her and soothing some of the unease. He’s right about this. How she knows what to do with him. How good she is at it. But that’s not anything special, it’s just-

“Exactly, Parker,” Eliot is trying to walk them back toward the bed, but it’s not really working out well. Between his having only the one boot on and Parker actively seeking out the ticklish bits of his belly that make his knees go all wobbly when she scrapes her nails down them, it’s comical enough to startle another giggle out of her. Or it’s a sob. Or it’s a hiccup. Or it’s some weird combination of all three, she isn’t really sure, but it doesn't seem to really matter either. The sound is whatever it was, just like she is whatever she is.

“It's just like that. Just like how you plan your next score. And that’s your Thing. Like me and food, Hardison and his nerdery... Do you realize how that makes me feel? Knowing you treat me like a heist? Like the thing that you let define you?”

“Yeah but that’s not a sex thing, it’s just a me thing.”

“It doesn’t matter that it’s not a sex thing, Parker, it’s your passion. Your Thing. Yours.” Eliot finally makes it back to the edge of the bed and drops, pulling Parker into his lap. He guides her wandering hands to his chest so she can feel the rumble in his voice as he growls.

“Darlin’, you treat me like damn masterpiece. Like I’m standing smack under a spotlight in the middle of the Louvre, and the only thing in the world that matters to you is how you’re gonna pick through my security piece by piece until all that’s left under your hands is a canvas stretched tight as it’ll go and a picture meant only for you and the people you choose to see it."

Parker’s nails scrape against the skin of Eliot’s collarbone as her fingers instinctively curl in, wanting to grip take steal hold climb, and he barely restrains himself from throwing his head back in a moan. He needs to make sure Parker’s in the right place first, before he gives himself over to his own wants.

“Wow,” she whispers, damn near reverent now as she looks down at him. There’s a dawning in her eyes that tells Eliot they’re alright. That they’re gonna be good. That it’s okay to pull her tighter and ask her to go ahead and steal him again tonight, since he knows her rigging is secure.

"I can't imagine anything more passionate than that."

“Uh-huh, ‘wow' is right,” he laughs breathlessly, and reaches up to take hold of her chin. It’s a light grip, barely any pressure where he between his thumb resting on the front and the rest of his fingers curling around under her jaw, but she lets Eliot guide her down until their lips touch. Not kissing, yet, just touching. His mouth moves against hers as he speaks, tongue briefly darting out to wet two pairs of parched lips. “-so tell me, why the fuck would I want to go to anyone else?”

“Maybe if you got some bad advice,” Parker murmurs, voice strong and confident again for the first time since they wrapped up the con. “From someone who didn’t realize she made you feel that way?”

“Hmmn, that could make sense,” Eliot hums back, resisting the urge to roll up against her in wet jeans that would only serve to chafe rather than provide any of the friction that having Parker in his lap always makes him crave. “If someone could help me get this damn boot off, maybe I could get to work making sure she’ll never forget it?”

#fic writers wait for no production team #leverage #leverage ot3 #eliot spencer #parker #eliot spencer x parker #OT3 established but background due to Redemption's whole plot and also the point being about how two of the 'cule function with one absent

[lucasseliott]

Put your playlist on shuffle and mention the first ten songs, then tag 10 people!

I was tagged by the legend that is Natasha @lepetitepeach (thank you!!) 

I did this before but it was like over a month ago, and ive added new songs to my starred playlist on spotify since then so hopefully this churns out a different list!

1. Moonrise Kingdom - Angel Haze

2. Control - Matrix & Futurebound, Max Marshall

3. Love Like This - Kodaline

4. Blame (feat. John Newman) - Calvin Harris, John Newman

5. Come With Me Now - KONGOS

6. Renegades - X Ambassadors

7. Hold Me - Tom Odell

8. Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

9. Don’t You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia, John Martin

10. The Draw - Bastille

oooo a good mix, love that, thanks spotify

ermm imma tag the top 10 people in my notifs: @thehollowprince, @hellswolfie, @thegreywarren, @chelouelou, @alec-magnvs, @eliottdemaurys, @lalleloockx, @enjayforshort, @skamiverse, @butforwardiscalling (soz if you’ve already been tagged...)

#love me a good tag game #thanks again for the taggggg #tagged

[spy-in-the-house]

DASH [a.k.a. STEFFEN KORTHALS ]

[ SUBPORT  || JUICY BEATS Festival || SOUL IN MOTION || ROTUNDE  || VINYL ASYL, DO/ GER ] without the past … there’s no phuture … this alltime top20 in no particular order

01 THE VISION [ROBERT HOOD]: Detroit: One Circle [ B1-track from "Spectral Nomad" Metroplex ‎M-025 US 12" | 1996 ] 02 MARSHALL JEFFERSON: Move Your Body [ From "The House Music Anthem" Trax Records ‎TX-117 US 12" | 1986 ] 03 H&M [ROBERT HOOD & JEFF MILLS]: 88 [ A2-track from "Tranquilizer EP" Axis AX-001 US 12" | 1992 ] 04 CARL CRAIG pres. PAPERCLIP PEOPLE:  Remake Uno / Throw [ Open OPENT 001 / Planet E ‎UK 12" | 1994 ] 05 IAN POOLEY & ALEC EMPIRE: Pulse Code E.P. - Live at Akademie der Künste, Berlin, 19.3.1994 [ Mille Plateaux MP 003 / Force Inc. Music Works GER 12" | 1994 ] 06 DARKMAN [DJ PIERRE]: Annihilating Rhythm [ A-side from "Annihilating Rhythm / Seduction" Strictly Rhythm SR-12114 US 12" | 1992 ] 07 GAS [WOLFGANG VOIGT]: Pop [ Mille Plateaux ‎MPLP 083/ Force Inc. Musik Works GER 2x12" | 2000 ] 08 RHYTHM & SOUND [MARK ERNESTUS & MORITZ VON OSWALD] with TIKIMAN: Ruff Way _ Afefe Iku Remix [ A-side from ARP 001 FRA WL-12 | 2007 ] 09 COLDCUT [JONATHAN MORE & MATT BLACK] feat. ROBERT OWENS: Walk A Mile In My Shoes _ Henrik Schwarz Remix [ B-side from Ninja Tune ‎ZEN-12179 UK 12" | 2006 ] 10 PANGEA [Kevin McAuley]: Proxy [ B-side from "Bone Sucka / Proxy" Hessle Audio ‎HES-033 UK 12" | 2018 ] 11 G-MAN [GERRARD KEVIN VARLEY]: Sparticus [ A2-track from "G--Man II" Swim ~ Vwm-14 UK 12" | 1996 ] 12 ROGER SANCHEZ: Livin 4 The Underground _ The Deep Down Dub [ Strictly Rhythm SR-12377 US 12" | 1995 ] 13 LOVE INC. [WOLFGANG VOIGT]: R.E.S.P.E.C.T. [ B-side from "New Jack City/ R.E.S.P.E.C.T." Force Inc. Music Works ‎FIM-065 GER Picture Disc/ 12" | 1994 ] 14 THE XX [ROMY MADLEY CROFT, OLIVER SIM, JAMIE SMITH]: Reunion _ Âme Remix [ A-side from "Innervisions Remixes" Young Turks YT-095/Innervisions GER 12" | 2013 ] 15 ROUND ONE [MARK ERNESTUS & MORITZ VON OSWALD]: I'm Your Brother _ Club Version [ A1-track from Main Street Records MSR-002/ Hard Wax GER 12" | 1994 ] 16 GIMMIK [MARTIN HAIDINGER]: Untitled [ Toytronic Toy-010 UK 12" | 2012 ] 17 POPOL VUH: Aguirre I [ A1-track from "Aguirre" PDU Pld. SQ-6040 ITA LP | 1975 ] 18 GREEN VELVET [CURTIS ALAN JONES]: The Preacher Man [ A-side from "Velvet Tracks" Relief Records ‎RR-702 US 12" | 1994 ] 19 TREVINO [MARCUS KAYE] : Back Tracking [ A-side from "Backtzracking / Juan Two Five" The Nothing Special TNS-002 UK 12" | 2012 ] 20 DAVE CLARKE: The Storm [ B-side from "Red Three " Deconstruction 74321 306991/ Bush UK 12" | 1995 ] short-bio: In Germany's Ruhr area nothing gets past Dash. In the 90’s taht guy used to be one of the pioneers of the scene, progressing quickly from partygoer to record dealer, and finally in famous locations like Club Trinidad he started his DJ career which would take him firstly through the local and nationwide club and festival scene and then across all of Europe. For over 20 years he has helped shape “Juicy Beats”, the biggest electronic and independent music festival in North Rhine-Westphalia. As the creator of the “Vinyl Asyl” radio-show he provides one of the few artists led broadcasts on the German radio landscape. Dash a.k.a. Steffen Korthals is also working as a journalist, lecturer, editor and writer in the context of club culture, contemporary arts, philosophy and urban living. Musically Dash is most famous for his powerful delivery of Drum & Bass, but since 1996 he has also taken dancers on a sonic journey through the greater reaches of Techno and House. As a member of several music and art collectives and as an initiator of the famous “Subport” events – the underground spirit of the dark Ruhr area – and world renowned "Soul In Motion" clubs series in Germany Dash continues his unbroken career – performing night after night with the best of international and local talent. Musically influenced by Jungle and early Drum & Bass and qualified Jazz piano player and conductor alike, he lives and loves rolling basslines, powerful vibes and deepness – mind, body and soul. You can never pin just one style to Dash – for him it is the love of the moment and the people around him that counts. bookmarks: FACEBOOK  ||  DASH  ll  MIXCLOUD  ll  AT THE CONTROLS SUBPORT  ll  JUICY BEATS  ll  SOUL IN MOTION  ll  ROTUNDE VINYL ASYL

#rotunde #dash #steffen korthals #juicy beats #vinyl asyl #soul in motion

[lovecharged]

closed starter for @tkachukmatthew

he takes in the clock on the side before he takes in anything else; the panic of being late for college causing any and all other feelings to numb even briefly. "oh fuck, i'm late-" he murmurs to nobody in particular, standing up and only then taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. "uh..." swallowing thickly, his steps come to a screeching halt. "holy fuck where am i?"

#speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #tkachukmatthew

[lucidsolar]

starter for: alec abernathy

“not alec abernathy getting a date and not telling his best friend,” second best friend, but there’s no need for semantics right now. “when were you going to tell me about it!?” / @lucidlunar​

#speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #lucidlunar

[lovecharged]

"do you ever get the weirdest urge to feel jealous?" he asks, crawling on the edge of the bed to talk directly to his husband about the sudden sensation. nothing has happened, as far as he knows. yet he feels it from deep within his gut. "are you planning to leave me, mr abernathy-harrison?" / @tkachukmatthew

#does this count as meta dkdkkfkkf #speaks: marshall abernathy harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #tkachukmatthew #verse: feels like home.

[lucidsolar]

starter for: alec abernathy-marshall.

“does this count as something that we didn’t get to do as kids?” he barks out a laugh, as he passes the joint to the other man, biting into his bottom lip. / @lucidlunar​

#speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #lucidlunar #verse: feels like home.

[lucidsolar]

starter for: alec abernathy(-harrison).

when becoming a dad, he’d vowed to become a proactive one. that included every aspect of their lives, including school. of course, marshall has done a few school trips already with teddy so he knew what to expect, but this was definitely the first major one with fliss. he’s packed her and his bag together, made sure she has a lunch that excites her and he’s pretty much got himself the same one so she feels like they’re matching, and whilst he’s not sure he loves the idea of being surrounded by other snotty nosed children, who hadn’t been taught how to cover their mouths when they cough and sneeze, he is excited to make more memories with his little girl. he’s staring aimlessly at the coach, waiting in line to allow him and fliss to be registered. he’s heard a lot about her teacher so he has high expectations, obviously. / @lucidlunar​

#lucidlunar #speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #verse: adventure time.

[lovecharged]

random closed starter for @tkachukmatthew | marshall & alec.

well, this is a first. his smile is forced as he's given permission to use his one call, and whilst he doesn't have to often -- he knows the number like the back of his hand. wincing awkwardly, his gaze scans the surrounding area. there's tension in his chest, unsure of what his husband will make of this. hopeful he won't be too disappointed in him.

#speaks: marshall harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #tkachukmatthew #verse: feels like home.

[lucidsolar]

starter for: alec abernathy-harrison.

marshall’s obviously planning on telling him what happened, he’s not the sort of husband who wants to keep secrets, but telling him in a place so public, whilst they’re having a good night just seems counterintuitive. so, once he’s gone to the toilet, and grabbed himself another drink to rid himself of that gross feeling -- he’s sitting down next to alec, smile etched on his face. “hey baby, i got you another drink too.” he murmurs, resting it against the table in front of him. / @luicdlunar

#speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #lucidlunar #verse: feels like home.

[lucidsolar]

starter for: alec abernathy

he’s had a few drinks, but he’s not drunk enough to excuse this. of course, he’s not going to confess to that -- he won’t let anyone know he’s entirely aware of what he’s doing. his next door neighbour was the hottest man he’d ever seen, and he was far too addicted to him for words. bizarre considering he’s never really spoken to him, never touched him, and he’s entirely sure he has a girlfriend too, which only proves to him that he stood no chance in the first place. however, it’s the middle of the night and he’s pretty sure alec’s home alone, and he’s almost definitely asleep -- so before he knows it, before his sanity has caught up with him -- he’s climbing up the wall, and into the other man’s window, so careful -- not wanting to be detected and stopped. he takes in the dark room, tiptoeing through it, until he inadvertantly kicks something that makes a sound. shit. / @lucidlunar​

#speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #feat: marshall & alec. #lucidlunar

[lovecharged]

starter for: alec abernathy.

“so do i, we’ve grown up so much since then haven’t we?” he’d grown up so much. alec had always been a capable, able, mature man -- but he figured he wouldn’t mind if he put the two of them together; it was team work that made the dream work, after all. “i need time alone with my husband. no distractions, no work, no responsibilities. just for a few days.” / @tkachukmatthew​

#tkachukmatthew #speaks: marshall abernathy-harrison. #verse: feels like home. #feat: marshall & alec.

[lucidsolar]

it’s been a while since they’ve been to the club, but he loves it when they all go together. maybe it’s a little weird to go clubbing with your father-in-laws, but he didn’t really mind that. they were fun, and he loved how close they all were really. it’s a normal night really, until it very much isn’t. his brows furrow and he double takes -- and he’s still not convinced as he saunters closer. he certainly looks familiar, he’s definitely familiar. holy shit, they both are. “dad!” he starts, horror overwhelming his expression, “...and uncle felix?”

okay, he hadn’t seen this coming. he pulls away suddenly, and he ducks his head for a moment, biting into his bottom lip. what the fuck should he say? gerardo is clearly very surprised and well, in a lot of ways, mateo is too. they’ve come here numerous times, for a long time it had been to be the best wing mans, but a few weeks in and it had developed into...more. making out, touching, that sort of thing. he hadn’t said anything because they hadn’t said anything, not really at least. / @lucidlunar​

#speaks: mateo luna. #speaks: gerardo: luna. #feat: mateo & felix. #feat: gerardo & felix. #feat: mateo & teddy. #feat: mateo & alec. #feat: gerardo & alec. #feat: marshall & teddy. #feat: marshall & felix. #feat: marshall & alec. #lucidlunar