Prompt Post 3
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As it turns out, Esca is one of the most excellent warriors/spies of the rebel forces.
Setting can be s-f, but it doesn't have to be, the plot will work in every historical context :)
Uber!BAMF!Esca would please me greatly :)
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Some good platonic Marcus whumpage, SVP. Gen or bromance preferably, mildly implied slash at the very outside. Circumstances up to anon (injury, illness, military, etc.), but I'd like a healthy mix of comfort and snark. Could be movie- or book-verse, so long as it's canon.
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Please?
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People started taking bets on who will kill whom...
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Exhibit A
“You threw away my top?” Esca said in a decibel which Marcus had previously assumed only dogs and dolphins could fully comprehend.
“To be fair, it doesn’t actually look like a real person’s shirt,” Marcus said, not looking up from his laptop. He had to finish this history paper before the weekend. The Eagles had a game on Saturday and he wanted his conscience clear of any neglected, nagging homework. “I thought it was like a rag or something.”
“A rag. A rag. That was Dolce and bloody Gabbana you fucking oaf, not some towel that you wipe your constantly sweaty body with!”
Marcus frowned and jerked his shoulder for a covert sniff of his armpit. He didn’t smell that bad. It was a clean sweat, not an un-bathed sweat. There was totally a difference ( ... )
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“Okay, dude, I’m not trying to cramp your style or anything - but could you wear clothes just, uh, more often?” Marcus said as he walked into the room to find Esca stalking back and forth in tight black boxers while muttering lines to himself and gesturing with one hand.
“No,” Esca said and turned away to concentrate on his script.
“Right,” Marcus said dumbly. There really wasn’t much else he could add to the conversation.
Exhibit D
“Go watch telly somewhere else,” Esca said with a flippant wave of his hand. His middle fingernail was painted dark purple.
“I was here first, and you’re just reading a book.”
Esca’s stare was icy and immobile. “I can’t read when you’re blasting whatever the fuck this shite is. Crabs Gone Wild or something.”
“Deadliest Catch,” Marcus said, and punched up the volume another notch.
“That, yes. Make it stop.”
“It’s my room too.”
“Oh please,” Esca said and rolled his eyes. “I’m not having this conversation ( ... )
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Esca’s throaty moans woke Marcus up at ass-o’clock in the morning.
Speaking of asses - someone’s was getting pounded not five freaking feet above him. By the sounds of things, Marcus was fairly sure Esca was uh... enjoying it. A lot.
Marcus felt his face go up in flame as he attempted to smother himself with a pillow. Even with down feathers clogging Marcus’ ears, he could still feel the bed shudder and hear the faintest tail-end of Esca’s hoarse gasp. Marcus’ dick twitched in his boxers - and yes, today was the day he would officially die through his own force of will. Because death was certainly better than this.
Well if Esca had the balls to mortify him like this, Marcus could turn the tables too.
“Hey,” Marcus yelled as he thwacked his pillow at the top mattress. “Some people actually have classes in the morning. Not all of us get up at noon with a Red Bull and stumble into theatre to pretend to be sad trees or whatever ( ... )
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Ah, preferably not in an established relationship ;)
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oh god. i am so sorry. i promised myself i'll keep myself this time around at the kmm. CLEARLY NOT AN OPTION.
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