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Joel with Björn Borg

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Ed in every episode ➥ 1.02: He Built the Saturn V

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Joel Kinnaman | The Secrets We Keep (2020)

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Haunted Aesthetic

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Funniest guy she’s ever met.

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Purple and Orange Autumn Wallpapers

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Sam moved slowly to keep some distance from Brenden, not running back keeping at least a few feet apart. He moved easily through his space, freshly cleaned as it had been since Alec had moved in. Without looking he stepped around his table, his posture hunched and his hands open. Sam still couldn't find his gun, and he didn't think he could handle Brenden in a fight. So he just needed to buy time and hopefully Alec would be back.

"He's not vermin," Sam scolded the other man, his green eyes bright with a protective kind of anger. Sometimes he gave Alec a hard time, but he never thought less of him. "If you think torturing me is going to get you what you want you're going to be terribly disappointed," the blonde warned, glancing at the door as though hoping Alec would come through. But he was still probably a ways out, and there were only so many bits of furniture he could put between him and Brenden. "This time I'll make sure Alec has everything he needs to take you down."

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It was kind of like watching a storm roll on. Sam’s green eyes widen as he stared at the large frame that occupied his entryway. He straightened very slowly so that way he wasn’t kneeling on the floor anymore. Sam didn’t like the way that this tall man looked down on him. After all he wasn’t short by any means but Brenden was built, and his eyes were sharp and piercing.

“It didn’t take you long to find us… But if you’re looking for Alec it’s too late. He isn’t coming back anytime soon, and I ain’t going to tell you where he is,” Sam said stubbornly. His movements were slow and his tone was low, able to sense the predator that had walked into his house. Sometimes Alex showed a similar nature, just like he had before he’d killed the man that left the blood stains on his floor. “And unless you plan on talking about how you’re going to turn yourself in… There isn’t anything for us to discuss,” He added.

Brenden couldn’t help himself but laugh at all the comments. “Alec? you think I’m here because of him?” Another laugh, hand into a fist, partly covering his mouth. “I’m not here for him…. I’m here for you.” The oldest brother had found out who exactly came into the warehouse and wanted to know why a human was snooping around his place. “My business isn’t with him. The little vermin. I’m here because I got word that some idiot blonde was walking around on my part of the woods.” Stepping closer to the human, making sure his hands are hidden behind him now.

The oldest wolf doesn’t like it when humans poke their noses in places that it doesn’t belong. Sam is no exception. What Brenden plans on doing with the human is something he’;; keep to himself. As for Alec; the oldest brother has him busy on the other side of town all while he can talk with the blonde. “I think you will find yourself spilling everything to me when I ask you what you were doing. All people do in the very end…” 

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"Alright I'll see you later," Sam nodded mutely as he opens the door and headed out into the main part of the station. His outburst had caught the attention of some of the other officers. Many of which had been hopeful that the two were finally going to get together. However the disappointed look on the blonde's face explained everything. He had been turned down and he only had himself to blame for getting his hopes up. Alec had just been flirting with him and it didn't mean more than that.

However Sam could be professional and once he got his head out of his ass he had every intention of treating everything like normal. Alec made for a good partner and his intuition was always spot on. So he headed to his car with his usual long stride but this time he didn't look back at Alec like he normally would. There had been times when he would leave that it was hard for him to take his eyes off the other man. But now it was hard for him to look at him.

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Sam looked like he had been kicked, but he sighed softly and nodded. He figured that was the case, and honestly he didn’t hold it against Alec. At least now he knew where they stood, “Alright, that’s fair… I just,” he trailed off and rubbed gently at the back of his neck. Sam was a little embarrassed of the outburst he had made, and figured it was best that he left for the day. He had assembled some files he thought would help Alec on a case, and his plan had been to stay and talk it over. “I just needed to know,” he finished.

“I should probably go, I made some notes on those files… You got my phone number if you have questions. And I’ll come around again tomorrow to pick you up for a stake out,” Sam tried to sound casual, but there was no denying the obvious discomfort that had washed over him. Given some time he’d get over it, after all they still made an excellent team. “Like I said I won’t bug you about it again, but if you ever want to talk about the people who hurt you… Your relationships before. I’m here.”

Alec was quick to pick up the sudden chance in Sam’s tone. He knows the sound of a broken heart. That’s what Alec just did and yes, he feels terrible about it, but the fear of being in a relationship is far too great at the time. If he didn’t have this fear; Alec would of asked Sam out ages ago and didn’t have to lead this man on like he currently is. Standing there with no expression, no words coming from the wolf. What’s there to say to a man who just go this heart broken? Not much. This is already starting to get awkward for both Alec and Sam. Not a good thing on his part. This is why he needs to be more careful with who he flirts. Co-workers are never an ideal partner to flirt with. Signals will be mixed.

Watching this man get hurt, pains Alec not to say anything to him. Sam gets it. Past relationships destroyed Alec’s dreams of ever getting his happy ending with anyone, but how can he when he’s an almost immortal being. A human can live close to one hundred years if they’re in good shape. Not like a wolf. A human and a monster shouldn’t get together but, this is how Alec copes with himself and his pain. Before Sam take his leave, Alec had to say something. Clearing his throat, looking away for a moment. “Yea’. I’ll be sure to let yea’ know when I’m ready to talk.” Idiot. That wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it’s the only thing that came out of his mouth.

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The leaves were golden, dry and jagged like knives that covered the forest floor. There was that smell of rot, but it wasn't earthy, instead it was sweat and sickly like old wet meat. D'Artagnan seemed adrift in this strange dark place, his light bright and warm. But the darkness that filled his eyes as Mark neared was something otherworldly, and almost infinite. As though looking into the very farthest reaches of the sky, and perhaps even further than that.

A smiled spread over his face with a slow almost aching tear, splitting his face into an expression very unlike the librarian. He leaned closer to Mark, the movement abrupt and almost flickering, as though he were being captured by strobe lights. "There you are..." He gurgled, words recognizable but also strange to the ears. Whatever this was, it was the furthest thing from human.

D'Artagnan inhaled deeply, and there was an low animalistic rumble that vibrated through him. In this dream world whatever to was could feel Mark's power. That smile pulled open full lips to reveal sharp teeth, "You don't have quite the shine... But you got something just as good," he delighted, "Magic," the word left him a bit more clearly than the others as though the meaning were old and familiar. A hand raised and instead of Dart's nimble finger hooked fingers reached for Mark to grab him. but the movement was slow as though he too were struggling in this strange molasses world.

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“I would be honored,” Dart said when Mark offered to name a plant after him. He didn’t know much about ferns in particular but it was the thought that counted. Not only had Mark shared his space with him but now he wanted to permanently make Dart a part of it. Something about that idea spread a warmth in his chest, as he shifted to get under the covers and settle next to his boyfriend. “Yes… it has,” he agreed sleepily. His arms wrapping around Mark and pressing close as he settled in for the night. 

Although Dart really loved his house, there was something special about Mark’s apartment. A warmth that he felt in his soul, that helped ease him to sleep despite the terrors of the day. While he was kept safe under Mark’s protection, there was a noticeably vile force that lingered on the edge of the apartment threshold. Something much less tangible that whatever had made those marks on D’Artagnan’s window frame, and it sought out dreams. Calling to Mark like a ghost, though it was something much more foul than a spirit.  

Mark used his time dreaming to rest, recharge, and occasionally step into the dreams of people he knew, whether to spy, scare, or simply visit. He was occupying his own dream, when he first felt that something was off. Everything went dark around him, and that same bone-chilling sensation that coursed through him in the woods returned with full force. 

Something was hijacking his dream, trapping his astral body and preventing him from waking up. The darkness that surrounded him faded away and became a corner of the woods on the other side of town. He was running barefoot, searching for any kind of escape when the overwhelming presence of child spirits slowed his movement as if he were wading through molasses. Up ahead, he could see his D’Artagnan, bathed in golden light and seemingly unphased by the occupants of the forest. 

Mark fought harder through the spirits and the trees until he was covered in twigs and dirt and leaves. By the time he reached the image of his lover he was a stumbling, out of breath mess. As the witch reached out to touch the other man, he locked eyes with something much older and much darker than his boyfriend.

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Got no sleep last night and an early start tomorrow. Posts will be slow and selective because my muse is exhausted. But I'll get to my posts eventually!

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It was kind of like watching a storm roll on. Sam's green eyes widen as he stared at the large frame that occupied his entryway. He straightened very slowly so that way he wasn't kneeling on the floor anymore. Sam didn't like the way that this tall man looked down on him. After all he wasn't short by any means but Brenden was built, and his eyes were sharp and piercing.

"It didn't take you long to find us... But if you're looking for Alec it's too late. He isn't coming back anytime soon, and I ain't going to tell you where he is," Sam said stubbornly. His movements were slow and his tone was low, able to sense the predator that had walked into his house. Sometimes Alex showed a similar nature, just like he had before he'd killed the man that left the blood stains on his floor. "And unless you plan on talking about how you're going to turn yourself in... There isn't anything for us to discuss," He added.

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When Alec left Sam got to work, collecting cleaning supplies from under his sink and rinsing away any incriminating evidence. It concerned him a little how easy it was to clean after a murder. And he felt that knot in his stomach tighten, causing him to heave a little in his mouth. It never crossed his mind that Alec’s brother could have set the whole thing up. That perhaps his older brother had something else planned besides just trying to kill them.

Sam was so preoccupied trying to keep from throwing up again that he’d hardly be able to notice someone else nearby. By the time he did notice steps he was still kneeling on the floor and his green eyes searched his dim surroundings. He tried to make for his gun but it wasn’t where he thought he’d dropped it. Had Alec taken it? Sam found that doubtful, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. “Someone there?” He called out into what should have been his empty house.

Realizing the scene had been set up for Alec, he bolts it to the patrol car. Sam is all alone and that only meant one thing: to separate the two. What the entitled to, Alec couldn’t tell but, it surely meant one of them is in sever danger. He’s placing a bet with himself that it’s Sam that Brenden is after, seeing as how he came to the warehouse snooping in a place where he shouldn’t be. Especially since he’s a detective. Damn it! How could he be so stupid? How could he have not seen this coming? The crook was just a ploy to get Alec away from Sam. Alec wastes no time getting back onto the streets, giving him the perfect excuse for Alec to turn his lights on and siren. He had to get to Sam as quickly as possible. He needs to get to Sam before it’s too late. 

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A shadow figure comes into the light. A tall muscular man took slow steps into Sam’s home. Arms behind his back. A man with dark hair, dark brown eyes, with a mighty build. “Hello, little toy.” It was Brenden. The oldest brother. He manage to locate Sam’s home in a matter of minutes. Someone who wastes no time in finding the people that might be a threat to him. no weapon on the mighty wolf, just his own bare hands. “I think you and I need a talk.” Voice low, stern, looking down at the man on the floor who clearly looks a little ill. “Why don’t you come with me? I have something that will take that sickness right out of you.” An empty suggestion. He plays with his meals before making them into an example of what is to come.

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"I'm embarrassed to admit but it really didn't require much convincing," Sam said seeming rather dazed by the whole thing. He had become rather reserved as he had gotten older, but something about Thran brought back old memories and desires. His breath was still hammering loudly, his body pleasantly sticky from their bedroom activities. And no doubt they had practically shaken Thran's cabin with their cries of pleasure. "And it is a very nice bed... Well worth the drive. Though there was a moment I thought you were going to murder me in the woods."

“Can this night be any better? We rekindled through different aliases, got drunk, devoured a whole tray of desserts & to top it all off, 5 rounds of sex. I even got you in my bed too. Go me.” While at the party, both Thran & Sam had became bored of their surroundings & wanted a change of scenery. He had suggested a visit to his home, which Sam had happily agreed to. After arriving, one thing led to another, which resulted in the two of them becoming naked in Thran’s bed, which was where they currently were, basking in the afterglow of sex. @jay1x1rpblog

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cute headcanon: Adam often forgets to wipe the milk from his goatee when he has a coffee.

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He's usually a very careful person but sometimes he forgets about stuff getting in his goatee.

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Someone from a gallery. Adam managed to understand that much even if he wasn't very pleased about it. Did this guy want something from Indy?

As those fingers slid down his body and grabbed his backside he arched into Indy. His hips rocking forward with enough force to jostle him. And it hadn't taken much to get him turned on to begin with. The two of them had only exchanged glances along the hall, and seeing this stranger coming out of Indy's apartment rubbed him the wrong way. He hadn't been particularly pleased with the arrogant smirk he received either or that teasing wink.

He hadn't wanted to let go but he didn't want to restrain him either. "No that's not really my type," Adam admitted his voice low and rough. While he didn't mind pretty boys he liked men who looked like men. Actually Indy was exactly his type which was perhaps why he was so possessive of him.

When Indy turned away Adam came up behind him kissing along his shoulder and his neck. He didn't mind when the other was covered in stubble or when his hair was tossled from work. Adam rusted his hands on Indy's waist letting his teeth and tongue tease the shell of his ear.

"How about you is Lucas your type? He seemed very familiar with you," He said and there was no hiding the jealousy that tinted his words.

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The tap to his shoulder had been a bit strange. As though Indy hadn’t wanted to be close to him for some reason, or didn’t like to display his affection. Which was strange considering how open the young man had been back at his apartment. Adam was in a silent daze for most of the week, thinking back to the pleasures and the uncertainties surrounding his new relation with his neighbor.

As he approached Indy’s loft he brought along a case of beers he hoped they could drink with their meal. Nothing classy. But still a token of his appreciation. He stood in the hallways, watching Indy adjust his shirt while some handsome bastard stepped out of his apartment. Adam didn’t have to say anything to express his displeasure, his dark eyes narrowing into a venomous glare.

Adam was dressed in a pair of black slacks and snug white shirt, that complimented his sturdy build. Once Lucas was gone he stepped into Indy’s apartment, setting the beer on the counter. “Who’s that guy?” He asked directly.

He wasn’t used to feeling this uncomfortable heat in the pit of his stomach. Jealousy? What reason did he have to be jealous. Indy wasn’t his, but he really wanted him to be. So Adam crowded into his space, taking the kiss he had been wanting since the night he walked Indy to work. It was a deep passionate kiss, his dark eyes fluttering shut as he claimed lips and mouth with a little more force than was probably necessary.

Adam’s skin seemed to glow against his white shirt, fitted smug against his fit body that Indy couldn’t wait to reveal.

“That’s Lucas, dude from the gallery and pestering me for more- Mmphf!”

Indy was silenced by Adam’s goateed mouth covering his in a deep kiss. A passionate, forceful kiss that Indy matched with one of his one.  Adam crowded in close, the man’s body a line of heat against his own. Indy ran his hand down Adam’s back and grabbed at his tight butt. He felt himself start to get aroused and broke away, breathless and hungry for more.

“Why? Do you like him? He’s very handsome - if you like them all pretty like a model.”  Indy smoothed his hair back, suddenly wishing he’d dressed up or at least shaved. He suddenly wanted to avoid eye contact, turning away to focus on dinner. Simple food, just a variety of Vietnamese rice paper rolls and steamed vegetables, but enough to feed two hungry men.