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@georgie-sow

“This movie is borin’ me. How ‘bout we just go get a bevvy??” Kit suggested from his position on the couch. His legs were propped up on the back of the sofa while his torso draped itself almost completely off of the cushion. His head was mere inches from his hardwood floor. “An’ by a bevvy, I specifically mean fifteen. An’ also by just, I mean we should also get some nuggets like the Fifty Piece Chicken McNobody Combos—with those piss tastin’ teas ‘fer the drinks—that we are an’ gripe ‘bout stupid shit like dumb blokes ‘er fly’ta Vegas an’ get married.”

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@stella-harlow

If piece ‘b’ couldn’t be within eight inches of piece ‘e’ but both pieces need to be connected to piece ‘q’ that is only six inches in length, how exactly was this part of the bassinet supposed to be assembled correctly? It was all too cumbersome and it only served to emasculate an already beaten down adult man. Kit grumbled, eyeing the mess with utter disbelief as his fingers picked at the hole in the thigh region of his jeans as a way to cope. “I’m bein’ bested by a bloody bassinet,” he complained, voice taut.

#Ω — hit me like a meteorite ( interactions )#stellaharlow

@detmason

“Yer an absolute fuckin’ walnut if ya think we’re havin’ this discussion,” Kit retorted dejectedly as he busied himself with the tidying. In truth, nothing needed even a hint of sprucing up. It never did. The teacher kept his apartment spotless enough for him to eat off of every available surface, including the floor. This made it quite obvious that he was moving items around with the sole purpose to keep himself away from the topic of conversation.

#Ω — hit me like a meteorite ( interactions )#detmason

@mechanicsm

The young teacher pushed through the already ajar door to the Moore homestead. It hadn’t been the first time he’d entered, but this would mark the first time he’d done so relatively unannounced. Even that word seemed too distant from what he was doing currently as they had made plans to eat pasta together nearly a month ago. “I’m here, I’m queer, an’ I’ve got pas—” he started with a shout, but found himself pausing abruptly when the first face his bright blue eyes caught onto belonged to Sarah. He offered a weird, half-smile. He really should’ve seen this coming from a mile away. “—ta...They’re li’l bowties. I didn’t cook ‘em ‘cause I thought we could do that ta’gether.” His smile stretched wider then, attempting to bring his voice to an intonation below a yell. “An’ hello, Monster Truck.”

#Ω — hit me like a meteorite ( interactions )#mechanicsm

❛ text message ― kit. ❜

miller: so i was in this bookstore today and there was this super cute note book for teachers, it's like separated into terms and then weeks anD this book of activities for children. i know i already gave you presents for your birthday but it's super cute and i wanted to get it for you because i love you and that gives me the right to shower you in gifts right?

miller: i got two, considering the academic year will be over soon so you can have a fresh one for next year and one to start now.

kit: miller u didn't have to do this

kit: but that sounds amazing thank u sm why are u so good to me?

#Ω — i can feel it coming tonight ( texts )#millerrcss

✉ → kit

jj: pls tell me you got some good stuff

kit: a lot more attention that I could've asked for so I'm very happy

kit: also a blanket and 2 tickets for the skyline tour

#Ω — i can feel it coming tonight ( texts )#jjennajohnson

fklaylasantos:

“I will…turns out I’m pretty damn lucky and I got the best kid in the world. She’s so great she’s just…she’s prefect.” Layla smiled softly, relaxing at the touch on her hand. Very few people got the privilege of being so close to Layla but she was glad that Kit was one of the people in her life she could relate to. “Exactly, to a mother who loves you and wanted you….to a dad who thought you were the light of his life.” She sighed a little as she turned to look at him. “All we can try and do is make it so our kids don’t need to fly huh?”

“Mm, Sarah is absolutely extraordinary. With her ‘round, yer nev’r gonna have a dull moment,” he shared. He could recall all of the wonderful conversations Sarah had with him about the strangest things. All of it was interesting, though, and if for a moment his interest dipped too low, the girl’s exuberant nature and soft smile reeled him back in. “That sounds like ev’ry child’s heaven. Can’t say I wouldn’t have killed fer that picture perfect family.” And it was true. “I think our kids should definitely get’ta fly, but fer reasons that dun make ‘em as broken as we are. Maybe’ta fly an’ discover places we nev’r got a chance’ta see fer ourselves.”

#Ω — hit me like a meteorite ( interactions )#fklaylasantos

fllxwless:

finn offers his friend a reassuring smile, letting his HAND rest on his shoulder. ❛ look, i’m not pissed at you. i’m not going to begrudge you or use it as leverage. it happened & there’s nothing we can do about it. there’s no changing the past, right ? ❜ he takes a small sip from his own coffee, letting the warm liquid soothe his slightly aching throat. being in the COLD this soon after being bathed in warmth is still harsh on his throat, but the heat resonating from the coffee gives him a sense of relief. ❛ you don’t know how good it felt to finally get away. ❜ ( no matter the reason why he disappeared in the first place ). ❛ oh, yeah. played BEACH BALL & everything. you would’ve loved it, ❜ he teases lightly.

“I know mate. ‘S just...dun worry; I’m puttin’ it behind me,” he assured, The comforting touch was nice, though. Having some physical reassurance, no matter how small and private, was the fastest way for him to know things were going to be okay. “Can’t really say I can relate’ta the whole vacay thin’. I’m not much fer travelin’.” Kit hadn’t so much as left New York since he’d arrived. Leaving just never really occurred to him. He’d done enough of it with the two big moves of his life. “Anythin’ with ball in it that ain’t attached’ta a really tall man ‘er ‘bout them bein’ in m’mouth ain’t really interestin’,” the teacher shot back with a wink and a drink of his cup. It was becoming a little easier to breathe. “’S nice ya got’ta enjoy straight culture ‘er whatever.”

#Ω — hit me like a meteorite ( interactions )#fllxwless

e-mason:

“I’m sorry,” Eli said as he looked over at Kit. He was breaking his heart even more when he pulled away. He did it for a reason. He didn’t want to be near him. It wasn’t for anything other than just being there and it hurt. He knew he was full on crying now but he didn’t care. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry of the timing but I’m not sorry about the words. It’s how I feel. I don’t…I know there’s a good chance you’ll never feel the same and I don’t care. Because I just want you with me. No matter what that might look like.”

Eli took a careful step closer, eyes still locked on Kit’s. “We are both idiots. If anyone would know that, it’d be you.” His tone was light but he kept his face serious. This whole situation wasn’t ideal but he had to talk about it. “It’s not…you know me. I’m a physical person. It’s…we’re friends. She’s closer to me than a lot of people. But all of that it’s not the same as it is with you. It’s comforting with her. But with you? Every time you so much as look at me it’s like my whole body is on fire. You’re different. I love you both but you’re the one who makes it hard to sleep and hard to think straight about anything but you.”

Eli’s tears couldn’t be stopped by Kit and the teacher felt a twist in his abdomen at the discovery that he didn’t want to. They needed to fall, he realized. He was being a necessary evil. “I dun fer’give ya,” he muttered, feeling his hands tighten around himself as he watched the man before him unravel into pieces. They were crudely colored and misshapen, clashing with the visage of visual perfection Eli tended to present himself as. It was like watching the most beautiful painting be ruined in slow motion.

One step closer for Eli meant one step backward for Kit. The back of his heel tapped against his couch and a small orb of fear started licking its way up toward his chest. He was backing himself into a corner, physically and emotionally. He knew what was going to spew from his lips before it came and it made him want to scream, but his mind was weak and his lips were loose. “That’s bullshit.” The words felt like they’d come from someone else, but he knew in his heart that they only belonged to him. He shouldered his way away from his couch, purposefully making himself a bit harder in the push away from the person crowding his space, and made his way toward his kitchen. “I didn’t ask ya’ta love me.”

#Ω — ive sinned but i keep it hush ( paras )#emason

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CONFESSION NO.34 ;

❝ everyone should have friend like kit and miller. the best guys to be around and lean on. ❞ — ANONYMOUS to @pvrkerisms & @millerrcss

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#same

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Aaron ‘little ray of sunshine’ Dingle

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The Morning After || Kit & Jo

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detectivejc:

it was a soft spot that he wasn’t used to having, the moment, kit’s head on his shoulder… and jo almost instinctively rests his on top in return. it’s such a strange thing for him. to let someone in like this — the only person that seems to be allowed to touch him these days is james; and james doesn’t stir anything in his thoughts…. if he’s being perfectly honest… he’s not sure the man next to him does either. it might just be the alcohol, or the memories messing with this head. he’s going to have to revisit the thought later when the emotions of a bustling hospital aren’t trying to control his actions, just feel comfortable in kit’s small touches, the weird comforting gestures — “ anythin’ ? ” he repeats, a small tease of the man’s accent on his tongue. though it’s jumbled up with southern one and doesn’t quite come out as he’d like. “ when i was little i spent most of my day’s at the station — i remember spending most of my time just running around and peaking over the one-way windows to look at suspects. i think i must have run into more — ” criminals “ — people than i ever thought i would. it’s was actually one of the most entertaining situations i’ve ever been in, and i think i learned more in that room than i should have at that age but it was way too fun not to take things seriously you know… i loved it so much… so i guess i was going to do this job from the start, but can you just imagine little five year old me running around a police station.. tired… doing homework and asking felons to help with multiplication… ”

There wasn’t a moment that seemed to be out of place when they were together. Kit wanted to amount it to the both of them winding down from the high that was the party (and, by extension, the night they had just spent together), but there was a part of him that felt like it was a bit deeper than that. Perhaps it was their friendship growing a bit stronger. They were coming to a milestone that allowed this sort of intimacy with an unspoken reciprocation from both men. The way Jo reflexively rested his head atop Kit’s solidified that ideal. The way Kit could only snicker at the way Jo attempted to replicate the way his Welsh accent coiled itself around his vocabulary was an even greater sign of their supposed domesticity. “Five year ol’ Joseph Chambers sounds like an absolute delight,” he mused as his fingers involuntarily continued to rub along the lines of Jo’s hand. It should’ve been weird to think about. Jo had seen some of the more neurotic parts of Kit’s psyche through his work on the ongoing investigation of Kit’s school, but the teacher hadn’t been privy to the deeper portions of the detective’s mind. What was even more strange was that he liked it. That didn’t happen often. “Is that why ya became a detective?? ‘Ta preserve the innocence’a others??”

#Ω — ive sinned but i keep it hush ( paras )#detectivejc

e-mason:

Eli knew this conversation was going to hurt. There was no way that it wasn’t going to. But he didn’t realize it was going to hurt this much. He felt like he was breaking in half and Kit was both helping and making it worse at the same time. It was breaking him to see how Kit was reacting to his words. He could see him trying to make himself smaller and he couldn’t handle it. All of this was too much and he found himself stepping closer to the other man. “I know you don’t. It’s why I held back as long as I could.”

He was itching to grab Kit and hold him but he knew that might do more harm than good right now. He let one hand move forward, putting it over Kit’s bicep. “I know you’d probably never feel the same way about me. And as much as that fucking hurts to think about, I want you happier more than anything. Even if that means I’m not in your life anymore.” Just even thinking that was enough to make the tears fall again. He’d do it in a heartbeat if it made Kit happy. He’d do just about anything.

“I don’t know about my career. I don’t know what to do. I mean I’m trying to get my masters and Ph.D. but that’s…I do want to keep playing. I’ve…that’s something I’d have to talk to my b-boyfriend about. Partner. Whatever word you want to use.” He knew he must look like a wreck right now but he felt that way. He wasn’t sure how much longer his knees were going to let him stand. “We’re just friends. It’s…she’s my best friend. This makes me sound like a horrible, horrible person but she’s kind of my beard. Instead of people being on me about who I’m dating or asking questions, we go out publicly and let people talk. She knows that she’d never make me happy. And I’d never make her.” He looked up at Kit, eyes red and tears still falling. “She knows I’m just too scared to admit what I want.” His voice cracked on the last few words and he turned his head, shoulders starting to shake.

“Ya dun get’ta make those decisions...decidin’ when ‘s convenient fer ya’ta drop somethin’ like this on me—It wasn’t, by the way. M’birthday’s pretty much the worst day’ta start confessin’ shit’ta me, Elijah,” he shot back, though there was little bite to the bark. He didn’t shy away from the touch, but the pointed look on his face as he tried to steel his emotions was proof that he was far from pleased. Kit’s eyes never left Eli’s, no matter how bad the sting behind his eyes made him want to look away and hide. He needed to face this head on.

With a scoff, he finally took another step back to apply some much needed distance between them. He knew that hearing about his relationship with Sam would be rough, but he couldn’t have possibly imagined how personally struck with dull anger he’d feel. It was most likely heightened due to the current circumstances. If he weren’t feeling utterly caged in, he might’ve been more receptive to the news of their particularly unfortunate arrangement. However, now he only saw how terribly it would come crashing on two of the people he cared about. “Then yer both idiots,” he spat, rubbing at the length of his arm where Eli’s hand once rested. “Lettin’ people talk, fakin’ intimacy, blurrin’ a line...ya can’t possibly believe I’m daft enough’ta believe that’s all it is. ‘Cause I’m not buyin’ it.”

#Ω — ive sinned but i keep it hush ( paras )#emason

e-mason:

Eli thought for a moment that everything was over. Kit pulled away and it seemed that everything was going to crumble. He had to keep his emotions in check and didn’t know how long he’d be able to do it. His nerves were momentarily eased when Kit took his hand. But it all came crashing down again when he spoke. It was the moment he had been terrified about. The moment that might change everything. “No,” he said after only a few moments. He didn’t want Kit to think he had to think about it. “It’s how I feel. It’s how I’ve felt for a while.” He looked at Kit, knowing full well there were tears in them.

“I’ve been freaking terrified to even say anything because I know you aren’t….I know you probably don’t feel the same. And that’s fine. It’s okay. I get that I can be a lot and that I’m not someone who deserves you at all. Like, you deserve an actual prince and that’s not me but I just couldn’t….” He trailed off, wiping the tears that had started to fall with his free hand. “I’m sorry if I screwed everything up. I didn’t mean to do that with you. That’s kind of the last thing I wanted to happen. But I couldn’t not let you know.” He took a deep breath, forcing himself to keep the tears back as he looked at Kit. “So….yeah.”

Not even for a moment did Kit release Eli’s hand, and it was most of what was on the forefront of his mind as he waited for an answer. He’d known that it would be negative, that Eli would stick to what he said because that’s what continued to happen with the men in Kit’s life. They persevered, and Kit couldn’t fault them for it. He wished that he could be strong enough to do that. To endure, and to love, even if it were someone as broken and generally replaceable as Kit.

Eli was crying. With a rush, Kit found his hands reaching up to bat the other man’s own away from his eyes so that he could wipe them himself. He’d been on the other side of this before. The month prior had sent him through so much emotional pain and he broke down in front of too many people, but seeing it from the outside made him understand why everyone had entered his space to dry his eyes. Once he’d realized how close they were, however, his hands grew shaky and he took a step away. The red that rimmed his lids only deepened in hue as his vision started to blur a little. He wasn’t going to cry, though. He’d prepared himself for this.

“I’m not the person ya think me’ta be, Elijah,” he told him in his most private voice. “I can’t be. I’m not—I dun believe in love the way ya seem’ta...an’ I certainly can’t reciprocate it so soon, ‘er maybe even at all.” He was finding himself collapsing inward, body language reflecting how the topic felt more like an attack. His arms were folded around himself and his shoulders were shaking a bit. “An’ ‘s not fair. I can’t ask ya’ta not feel whatev’r yer feelin’ but I dun like that ya do ‘er that ‘s somethin’ we have’ta deal with. Not when there’s so much hangin’ in the balance. So much is gonna be lost by the stupid, very impossible inevitability’a all this. What ‘bout yer career?? I s’port ya not bein’ out in yer field but I couldn’t—I can’t...” He felt his stomach lurch but he swallowed down the acid. “What ‘bout Sam??”

#Ω — ive sinned but i keep it hush ( paras )#emason

detmason:

James averted his eyes as Jo kissed the top of Kit’s head. He scanned the inside of Kit’s apartment – he’d only really seen it once, when he’d dragged a very drunk Kit home – and realized just how… clean the entire place was. James toed his shoes off inside the door and followed Kit through to the kitchen. The sight of the half-frosted cake was enough to make his heart ache a little, and he wondered whether Kit had spent any time with friends throughout the day. He found himself wishing he’d texted Kit in the morning to let him know that they’d been thinking about him and were planning on coming by. James wasn’t entirely sure how Kit felt about birthdays, but he couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like to spend one alone. He put an arm around Kit’s shoulders and squeezed him slightly. “Are you kidding? Jo and I had the best day ever,” he informed Kit sarcastically, throwing a playful wink in. “I really hope you’ve had a better day than we have.”

The sound of shoes, undoubtedly covered in dirt, being dropped at the door put Kit at ease. He wouldn’t have made much of a fuss if their shoes were on any other day, even if the idea of dirty shoes raking across his floor did make him squirm. Today had to be clean so that every other day could be filthy. He had already put water in the kettle above his stove and set it to heat when James had wrapped an arm around him. The teacher wondered if this were a casual touch just for the sake of his birthday or if he could ever be as comfortably intimate with James (or consequently Jo) in a similar way to how they were with one another. They’d make an amazing couple if given the chance. “I’d love’ta hear ‘bout yer day,” he replied softly, carefully. He hadn’t spoken with his chest voice during the entire day, as was tradition for the personal holiday. Kit thought that perhaps he could endure the teasing involved with how unnervingly pleasant his tone was, but only for today. “It was nice. I...won a bear.” Said stuffed animal sat upon his couch, surrounded by several other stuffed creatures, though none of the others were bears. “Named him Pemberly. I wasn’t expectin’ company...I would’ve made more cake.” Not that the small cake wouldn’t have been enough for the two of them, considering Kit never ate his birthday treats. He liked to imagine it was his mother who baked them to fill the home with sweet aromas and the aura of love since he’d seen that happen on television as a child. He’d also sing himself the Happy Birthday song while he mixed the ingredients, something his parents and siblings had never done. Not until he’d moved in with his sister in Quebec. “I’ve got cupcakes, though. Here—” He slipped out of James’ hold and found himself fumbling to get the tin of cupcakes from beside his coffee maker. They were chocolate and the frosting that twirled itself atop it looked professionally done. He placed them on the counter, eyes moving from James to Jo and back to James, then to the kettle as he felt his heart fluttering in his chest. He chuckled to himself. “Consider it m’gift’ta the both’a ya fer rememberin’...I can’t thank ya enough.”

#Ω — ive sinned but i keep it hush ( paras )#detectivejc #detmason

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