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hey guys ! i said my goodbyes on the main’s post and as i said there i’m gonna leave my contact info here in case u guys wanna stay in touch ? which i really would love to since i’ve met some incredible writers and made some good friends here in the past seven months. my d*scord is jonah hill#9349 if u wanna chat over there, but i also have a rpt blog in which i swear i’ll be more active once my schedule frees up so if u guys wanna gimme a follow and talk through ims there i’m at @dvstedgold ! antyways i love all of u, the past seven months have been a blast & i’m just so thankful for everyone who helped shape outlaws into the awesome group that it was ! ♡

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hello, friends ! i have my first class in uni tonight after a looooong hiatus and it’s driving me up the wall with anxiety so i’ll probably not get much done today ? hopefully tomorrow i’ll feel a little better and if i do i’ll come around to make a dent in my drafts & answer all of your ims !! if we haven’t plotted yet, or if u want a specific plot for the event starting tomorrow just hit me up !

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wrathfillcd‌:

he’s silent as jason speaks again, not interrupting or showcasing any kind of reaction to his words. there was a small part of him ( probably the one fueled by his father’s genes ) that wanted to agree, say that the fire had been a big fuck up on his part, but that would be of no help and axel was hardly interested on adding more drama to his life ─ or jason’s, for that matter. for that very reason, he swallowed the i told you so that had threatened to dance at the tip of his tongue. he was a paranoid man, a stickler for stronger security wards and systems, but anyone could have slipped up. jace had an entire organization to run, on top of grieving his husband. that was no easy feat. he only nodded in response, beer forgotten once again in favor of listening to the other. axel could actually be a good listener if he wanted to. by the look on jace’s face, he concluded that perhaps it was time for something lighter, even if just momentarily. ❝ so that’s a definite no for sleepovers, then? ❞ he asks, head tilting to the side before tsking. ❝ such a shame. i was planning on inviting you over one of these days. ❞

this is why, when balthazar passed away, jason had grasped onto axel like he was the only lifeboat in the ocean; he could understand the pain, could sit there and listen to jason whine and moan about his life before distracting him without making it seem like he didn’t care about what jason was saying------ he also doesn’t poke and prod, axel lets him talk and listens and doesn’t force the truth out of jason’s. ❝ well, unless the sleepovers are at my place. ❞ he snorted. ❝ you’re welcome to come by any night once we’re back. y’know, a lot of the younger soldiers used to do movie nights every saturday in the home theater. ❞

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hcneycakc‌:

hands press against warm flesh and christopher finds himself remembering exactly why they keep falling into this routine. one hurts and the other makes it worse and better all at once. it’s worse when they have to think about how opposing they are, how they should never even consider doing this together. it’s better when christopher gets to have jason beneath him or over him, sweat dripped skin and whining kisses, hands wandering. christopher never knows what kind of night it will be, if he’ll have jason against the door or on the kitchen counter or have him ride him in bed. and tonight is no exception, the possibilities are endless and his hands press firmly against jason’s bare back, chests pressed together and only separated by the thin material of christopher’s vest. he knew jason was lying and the temptation to test him is high, but the kiss to his mouth leaves him wanting more. 

“you’re not my leader. ordering me around gets you nowhere.” he grins against jason’s mouth and presses him back against the wall, holding him there with his hips. he grasps at the material of his vest and pulls it over his head, allowing it to drop from his grasp with ease. his mouth presses against his shoulder, sloppy kisses laid against his skin until he reaches his neck. he could so easily mark him, make him his for more than this one night. but the complications that could arise from such a simple thing hold him back and he instead sinks his teeth into his shoulder. hands busy themselves with getting his belt undone, pulling it free from the loops of his jeans and throwing it onto the floor. a button pops and jason’s zip is undone, hands yanking his jeans down to his thighs. 

jason moaned at the kisses on his neck, eyes closing as he let his head fall back against the door; he wants to tell himself that, if he doesn’t look, it’s almost like balthazar is the one biting down onto his shoulder. if he doesn’t open his eyes, if he doesn’t hear christopher’s voice, it’s like he’s with his husband again, but that isn’t the truth. balthazar was a lover like any other, and despite christopher being able to make him weak on the knees, they’re so different there is no way for him to pretend that the person pulling down his pants is anyone other than christopher himself. ❝ oh, really ? ❞ he asked, panting already as his hand runs over the other man’s torso, feeling the bumps of his muscles before he reaches christopher’s pants. he pulls the man’s pants as far down as he can without moving away from the door, his own lips finding their way around his collarbone, licking and sucking at the skin as his hand wraps around christopher’s cock, pumping him slowly. ❝ why don’t you order me around then, since you’re so against the opposite ? ❞ there’s a sly grin on jason’s lips, though the offer is genuine; jace spent the past few months bossing people around, running his organization with a precise fist that almost bordered tyranny and the idea of letting go of control was enough to make his cock fatten inside his boxers.  

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sarpelui‌:

WHAT  SHE  WANTS  TO  SAY  and  what  actually  is  said  resonates  in  her  eyes  as  she  watches  jason’s  internal  struggle  .  he  won’t  look  at  serah  ;  a  part  of  her  hating  it  more  than  she’d  want  to  admit  .  it’s  not  until  her  hands  are  free  of  the  dirty  leaves  that  she  speaks  up  again  .  ❛    at  least  you  know  you  have  people  ,  just  in  case  …  you  know  it  turns  out  i’m  some  psychotic  killer  or  something    ❜    it’s  a  joke,  and  to  fulfill  that  she  laughs  almost  awkwardly  before  she  lets  out  a  sigh  as  she  glanced  towards  the  soldier  once  more  .  it  was  unnerving  —  as  of  late  her  confidence  in  gangs  able  to  keep  their  wits  about  them  was  shaken  ,  but  it  doesn’t  show  in  her  usual  bubbly  features  until  she  clears  her  throat    ❛  i’m  okay  ,  you  know  —  good  even  ,  it’s  been  a  weird  couple  of  weeks  but  you  know  how  it  is  ———–  listen  ,      ❜  perhaps  she  should  keep  her  dumb  mouth  shut    ❛    i  just  ,  i  want  to  apologize  .  the  fire  and  …  i  don’t  know  ,  all  the  things  i  guess  .  it  must  have  been  hard  for  you  .    ❜  and  with  that  her  gaze  fell  to  her  boots  ,  now  unable  to  look  at  the  man  in  front  of  her  .    

❝ yes, i really need them to protect me from you. ❞ jason laughed lightly at the idea, though it sounds a little bit too off to be genuine; it was a funny joke, though the whole situation is painfully awkward. they hadn’t left things in the best of terms ( in fact, if jace recalls it right, the last time he had seen the woman had been during their blowout at the mansion, after the casino attack. ), and even before that, their whole dynamic had been fucked----- tainted by jason’s inability to keep it in his pants and deal with the consequences of his actions. ❝ you have nothing to apologize for, serah. ❞ her name feels weird rolling off his tongue, especially since he needs to swallow down the pet name and forcefully call her by her name instead. ❝ you’re not the one that sat fire to my house, after all. ❞ again with the mirthless chuckle, a forced polite smile stretching across pink lips. ❝ i’m glad things are better for you, though. ❞ jason took in a deep breath, opening and closing his mouth a few times; he wants to warn her, to tell her to run far, far away from valdez before he strikes back against the cobras. wants to tell her he won’t let the fire go, that he’ll seek revenge and tear the city apart to have it, but he doesn’t. instead, jace finally looks up at her. ❝ who’re you visiting ? ❞

[icegods-blog]

vanya’s home is his sanctuary. his temple, his little piece of heaven. or it was, before he made the horrible life choice of moving in with griffith. now, it was just a tiny apartment that smelled like weed and, some days, cat piss. he’s just glad when he can even walk inside the apartment most nights without watching the walk of shame ❝ hi, baby ! ❞ vanya isn’t the type of man to do baby voice, but when he crosses through the threshold of the front door and sees annushka’s wrinkly little face welcoming him into the apartment, her baby pink glittery sweater brushing against his legs. ❝ how are you, my little princess ? ❞ he cooed, slamming the door shut. ❝ assface, get out here ! ❞ vanya yelled, a far cry from the soft, sweet little voice he had used to the cat. ❝ i come bearing gifts ! ❞ ( @ofgriffith )

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hcneycakc‌:

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yet again, jason seemed to have found himself at christopher’s door. it seemed a little stupid, actually. given how much christopher hated the savages for murdering his father and how much jason hated the cobras for murdering his husband. sure, they each had their reasons for what they were doing now, together, but christopher still found that it felt to be the ultimate betrayal. a cobra fucking a savage? hardly unheard of. but the savages leader being hate fucked by a cobra arms dealer? christopher was pretty sure that was a new one. a newer, much lower level of self-hatred. and yet, when he wanted to rid himself of the stress of the day, he found himself at jason’s door. and vice versa. they were as bad as each other. christopher’s hands made their home at jason’s hips, nose bumping against his cheekbone as he pressed light kisses towards his mouth. they didn’t always start this sweet, but christopher didn’t always like to leave out the foreplay. and tonight, he wanted to take his time. he, after all, was not the one seeking out the other. he had spent the late afternoon in the volstead to drink away his troubles. “rough day?” the teasing was masked by a light layer of concern. they might hate one another but christopher wasn’t an animal. he considered people’s feelings. occasionally. he backed jason against the door, fingers working on pushing his shirt up his body, blunt nails dragging over smooth skin. “i’m the only one who can make it better, huh?”

jason avoids going after christopher at all costs. he feels horrible about their thing, and actively pursuing it only makes it worse; he needs the plausible deniability, he needs the excuse of christopher coming onto him. after a day in the ruins of his old home, however, a day of hard work and though decisions, jason gives in. he’s tired but too wired to sleep, in desperate need of comfort and affection but with no one to give. and christopher certainly isn’t the right person for that, but he’s rough and no matter how much jason hates him, his organization and everything he stands for, the man knows all of his buttons and exactly how and when to push them. 

he doesn’t touch christopher until they’re inside, the door properly closed behind his back. doesn’t even talk to the man until his shirt if being hiked up. ❝ lord, no. ❞ he lied, chuckling and grasping his own shirt by the neck, pulling it out and throwing it to the side with a little more force than needed. ❝ you’re the only one who was available. ❞ jace said, grabbing the other man by the jaw and pulling him close, lips pressed harshly against christopher’s in a passionate kiss that leaves him utterly breathless. ❝ just shut up and get undress. ❞

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hcneycakc‌:

@icegods

there’s only a few ways this could go. aston is entirely unsure of what the best way even is. he shouldn’t even have been doing this, but he didn’t need it potentially coming out at a later date. nobody knew what he had done. he had made sure of that. maybe there was some blood still at the scene of the crime, but there was blood everywhere in town. he was sure his own blood would be covering some part of the ground in valdez. but, in the interest of full transparency, he wanted to be the one to tell jason he had killed thomas. it was already going to be bad, but imagine if he found out from somebody else. god, that would make everything a lot harder to deal with. there had been plenty of people around when he had gotten there, but he had taken jason somewhere private. this was probably the last thing he needed but aston was a loyal man, he would do anything for his leader. except, it seemed, give up the opportunity to be the one who killed the man who hurt the only two women he had ever cared for. 

“thank you for giving me a minute of your time, jason.” ever the polite man. his mother would be so proud. as long as she did not hear the next words that left his mouth. “i won’t apologise for my actions, but i do want to be completely honest with you. in a few days, i’m sure you’ll hear that thomas is missing.” he’s not even sure what thomas did in the gang, he just knew that he had stepped entirely out of line with aston. killing adelaine had been the first mistake. hurting brooklyn had been the second. and his last. he did not die honourably and he should not have. it was an eye for an eye. aston believed so wholly in that and there was nothing jason could say to him that would make him wish he had not done this. “he won’t be coming back. he’s dead”. there is little remorse in his voice as he speaks. these two words could potentially seal his fate with the savages. his loyalty to the gang had never been questioned before, but this could put him in jeopardy. sure, he had been having his doubts since the night at the casino, but that should have been expected. he lost someone so close to him and it shook him to his core. but the savages were his family, regardless of who he lost or hurt on the way. they had been there with him through so much and that was what kept him there. 

it was clear to him that something was seriously wrong when aston pulled him aside. usually such conversations would’ve been held at his office, maybe share a glass of whiskey while he listened to whatever bomb was about to be dropped on his lap, but the renovations of the mansion were still undergoing, and jace would have to deal with whatever problem they had now with less grace than he hoped for. the tiny little office in the back of the warehouse was a lot less luxurious than the one at home, the captain who called it his own clearly not being very careful with the place; between the wobbly wooden table and the thousands of fast food wrappers toppling over the garbage bin, the whole setting only made for an even more sour jace than usual.

jason crossed his arms over his chest as aston spoke, pushing a little corner of the table where he could sit, though there’s a stapler digging into the side of his thigh and he has to look away briefly to push the infernal object away. the leader is silent for a minute, and then two, staring down at aston, absorbing the shock of the soldier’s disobedience, and what his words meant. ❝ what did you do to him, wolf ? ❞ 

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adamcntine‌:

“well, it sounds like something that was said out of anger and not because it holds any actual truth,” rocky assesses, from the very little he knows about the situation. “if it makes you feel any better, they don’t look very happy together. in fact, he keeps checking out the waiter and his fiancé definitely noticed,” he observes, hand in his chin as he watches the couple over his shoulder with amusement. “besides, i think you’ve got some time before you start planning your funeral, so… there’s still hope for you.” 

vanya simply grunts at the assessment, knowing the other was wrong but not willing to argue about it. a deprecating joke once or twice was a thing, but van was far too proud to truly vocalize how miserable his life had become. ❝ pig. ❞ he snorted. ❝ he used to do that when we were together too it drove me up the fucking wall. ❞ vanya shook his head, having to hold the rest of his body very still, struggling against the urge to turn around and look at the couple. ❝ oh, i don’t know. i’m very accident prone. ❞

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vernaculare‌:

though  his  face  doesn’t  show  it  lorenzo  is  impressed  with  vanya’s  pain  threshold.  it  almost  takes  the  fun  out  of  it  all.  “  you’re  going  to  abandon  your  mission  over  a  little  stab  wound?  i  thought  you  were  tougher  than  that,  vanya.  ”  he  turns  when  he  senses  a  presence  beside  them  and  looks  up  to  see  the  waitress  staring  at  the  scene  in  front  of  them  with  wide  eyes.  “  we’re  going  to  need  a  couple  extra  napkins  if  you  don’t  mind.  ”  he  shoos  her  away  and  turns  back  to  look  at  vanya  with  a  hand  still  wrapped  around  the  fork.  “  so  what’s  it  going  to  be  ?  ”

❝ little stab wound that could end with my hand never functioning properly again. ❞ vanya isn’t sure why he’s even bothering to argue. ❝ this is my good hand, lorenzo. you’re taking me to the medics and you’re paying for the alcohol. ❞ he growled out, turning his face to the waitress. ❝ and a bottle of the most expensive distillate you have. ❞ vanya used his free hand to point at the man across from him. ❝ put it on his tab. ❞ the woman looks so ready to piss herself it’s almost funny; it probably would’ve been hilarious, had it been someone else’s hand under the fork. ❝ you’re taking me to the er to make sure you didn’t sever any important ligaments, and then i’m going to get really drunk and forget about how you tried to turn me into jesus. you can come along for that if you want, but i don’t make any promises on not stabbing you in the dick once i’m loaded. ❞

[scalira]

They called you golden boy and pushed you up to heavens to live amongst the stars. But you couldn’t bear the weight of the universe so you crumbled and you fell. And you burned. And you burn.

they don’t know no gold is made without suffering (via fireheartwrites)

[icegods-blog]

yay or nay shower sex

❝ yay. ❞

❝ nay. i’d rather not have someone cracking their head open on the tiles after they slip up. ❞

❝ yay for a blowjob or a handjob. nay for anything that needs lube, that shit gets messy when you mix it with water so no thanks. ❞

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seanrobinson‌:

“i can’t wait to be a whiskey drinking badass like you. next, you teach me how to grow a beard without it getting all patchy.” he mused, rubbing his smooth chin. he rested his hand against his friend’s shoulder and let out a sigh, unsure if his sleepiness was a side-effect of the drink or  if he was just tired. It warmed his chest to be close to have someone to literally lean on and he opened his mouth for a second to share how glad he was to have jason as a friend, but closed it without saying anything. he didn’t want to come off as sappy. or weak. “i’m glad you told me that. if i ever get mugged again, i’ll fight them– if i get killed, you have to pay for my funeral.” he rolled his eyes at the weak counter offer but nodded in agreement because he knew he couldn’t strike a better deal. “i don’t wanna drink anymore. it makes me sleepy. can i crash with you tonight? preferably not on the couch because it makes my back hurt.”

❝ oh no, i can’t teach you that. ❞ he shook his head, snorting. ❝ that’s a secret i’m taking to the grave, i’m sorry. ❞ jason winked at him, finishing his glass. ❝ i’m not sure about that. paying for your funeral may seem like an admission of guilt for some people. i can’t have my ass going to hell because you couldn’t hold your own in a fight. ❞ he rolled his eyes, though the man’s next words make him raise one eyebrow. ❝ alright, c’mon. let’s just pray mikaela won’t kill me for putting yet another person on her guest bedroom. ❞ jace laughed, standing him and pulling a hundred dollar bill from his wallet, putting it on the counter and nodding to the bartender. ❝ you ready to go ? ❞

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l-diavole‌:

When Vanya asks about the true state of the other man, Elias turns his sights back to him attempting to be subtle. ❝ Looks like he might cry. ❞ An exaggeration, but he does look devastated. His new friend reaches over to his plate to grab a piece of the bacon that sat untouched. Apparently it comes with the meal and asking not to add it on the plate is nonsense. ❝ You can have all of it, I don’t eat this stuff. ❞ He stabs the same piece of waffle with his fork, slides it across the syrup and brings it to his mouth. Vanya is explaining the situation. Old boyfriend turned stalker. Elias takes another piece of bacon and moves it towards Vanya’s lips for him to take a bite. Couples usually feed each other, right? ❝ So if I kiss you, think he’d lose his mind? ❞

❝ perfect. ❞ a grin, so rare these days, blooms on vanya’s lips. he’s not a very vengeful man, he thinks, but there’s a deeply sated satisfaction in knowing that the man that had made his life so difficult in the past few months was miserable, sitting just a few feet away from them. ❝ why not ? ❞ he asked, out of pure curiosity, taking the bacon offered without further complaints. vanya opened his mouth once he noticed what elias was doing, taking a small bite off of it and smirking at the other man. ❝ it would probably make him actually cry. ❞

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dysfcnctional‌:

         his jaw tensed almost visibly and his eyes closed as he heard the old nickname raised by the voice he used to love. alyosha sighed heavily, trying to regain his own control so as not to invest aggressively against the taller man — in a weird way, he’d rather to continue being humiliated by his father than to have to face the man who had destroyed his heart and every single positive feeling he once had. ❛ stop. ❜ alyosha almost whispered before gaining the strength to raise his voice to a normal level again. the medic refused to answer the question about having a different one, by the obvious reasons — but he couldn’t stay quiet by mikhail’s next words. ❛ i don’t think i care about what you think. ❜ at least his voice was firm again, blue eyes keeping away from the other man as alyosha was getting what he needed ( and tried to ignore how his, once steady, hands were shaking ). it was ridiculous for alyosha to notice the influence that mikhail’s presence still had on him —  even after all those years and all the anger he still had within.

         with the passing of the minutes, however, all alyosha’s hatred turned into an agonizing grip on his chest; it rose up his throat and seemed to take his thoughts. good memories mingled with bad ones, but they all had mikhail as a familiar point. ❛ it’s not like i have some kind of choice here. ❜ his voice even sounded softer, though the doctor cursed himself in his own thoughts for allowing himself to be softened by the man he had sworn to hate ‘till his dying day — and this was just another proof that he wasn’t, in fact, as strong as he thought he was. mikhail’s reactions, however, were enough to bring such conclusions to rest and re-open alyosha’s anger. the younger man remained static for a few seconds, shocked by the absurd claims made by the man who he had once loved more than himself. ❛ no… no. you are the one who don’t get to be angry at me! you sacrificed everything? for fuck’s sake mikhail, what the fuck did you sacrificed? and stop right there with that martyr moment of yours! you didn’t saved nor protected my life, you just turned it into a fucking living hell while you just ran away, like an excuse of a man that you proved to be! ❜ without even noticing, alyosha had approached a few steps from where the other man was, his voice sounding furious. ❛ lay down your life to protect mine? oh, yeah, you did a good job proving this as you threw me to the lions and ran away. let me tell you something here, mikhail… i’d rather have died than endured everything that followed while being alone. so undo your fucked up illusion that you did me a favor, because you did not! ❜

hearing alyosha’s harsh words hurts him deeper than vanya was ever willing to admit. the man was his first love, his biggest love, and there they were, in a sterile medical wing, fighting. it was a big show of what a fuck up vanya is, of how he destroys everything he touches, and the whole scenario makes him want to vomit. ❝ i think i’m gonna puke. ❞ he mumbled, the words barely understandable as he reached up, touching his forehead slightly, wincing as it sends a sharp pain through his entire face. his fingers come back caked in blood and, unsure of what to do with it, van cleans them on his denim pants. 

he blinked repeatedly as alyosha barked at him, his brain splitting between the pain, the fact that he was seeing a man he thought he’d never get a chance to say goodbye, and the horrible, horrible words being spat at him with years of suppressed rage. ❝ no... no, that’s wrong. ❞ vanya said, opening his mouth to correct alyosha---- his name wasn’t mikhail, it had never been. however, a little bit of sense flashes its glorious light at him, and vanya silences himself. he’ll tell lychee the truth, he will ! as soon as his forehead is stitched close, that is. ❝ i’m gonna bleed to death. ❞ van mumbled again, this time to himself as he frowns, looking down at his lap. ❝ he was gon’kill us both. taking the blame meant you’d be alive. ❞ vanya said, nodding; he’s saying it more to himself than alyosha, making sure the facts are still facts in his muddled brain despite of what the man was telling him. ❝ taking the blame meant you were safe. your father didn’t blame you. he blamed me and i had to die. if we ran away together, he’d never stop looking for us. running, running away always, never being able to sleep with both of our eyes closed. ❞ vanya finally looked back up at alyosha, a somber look on his slightly delusional face. ❝ you deserve better than that. ❞

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