#acidicbite

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Three  by   Maria   Kreyn  .

[divainity-aa]

"happy birthday, dickhead- are we getting plastered or what? damn..." -from ronnie!!!!

❲   REGGIE’S   BIRTHDAY  ❳   :    always  accepting.       ft.  @acidicbite 

          TALK  ABOUT  A  GREETING.  a  voice  he’d  know  with  his  eyes  closed.  the  jump  from  behind  onto  his  shoulders,  forearms  catch  the  back  of  her  knees  to  balance  her  on  leather  back.   she’s  lucky  he’s  shredded,  isn’t  she  grunt  at  weight’s  toll,  usually  not  a  problem  when  not  sprung  via  ambush.  still,  he keeps  pace  after  momentary stumble,  strained  laugh  in  continued  hold.   ❝            like  you  even  have  to  ask.  i  cracked  the  lock  on  dad’s  liquor  cabinet.  trust  me  :  we’re  locked  &  loaded.  ❞   drop  of  form,  watching as she falls in step. fingers that splay, held up in front of him  in  laying  out  his  master  plan.  an  evil  genius  at  work.  

            a finger pointed to emphasize  multiple  points.  ❝   i’m  thinking  sushi,  slasher  films  &  sativa.  in  that  order.   or.   us, some cartons  of  eggs  &  an  entire  neighborhood  of  houses  at  our  disposal.  so  we’ve  got  options.  ❞   he’s  already  pulled the dvd’s  from coveted collection, an endless cache of the movies that kept him company. a combination of classics  (   oldies  but  goodies   )   &  newer hits   (   great  special  effects   )  .  pet  sematary,  nightmare on  elm,  it,  ——  along with the insidious series and  lights out.  the same discs he spun at the age of 14,  when  he was  too  young  to  understand  though  old  enough  to  be  exposed.  unlike  most,  he  lived  for  the  laughs  they  gave  him,  the  comical  screams  &  gore.  it  was  all  so  hilarious  to  him !   she  was  one  of  the  only  people  on  this  earth  not  horrified  by  his  fascination  for  whatever  reason.  if  they played their cards right,   they could watch all of them before the sun comes up.  add  ronnie’s  jumpy  nature  into  the  mix  &  a  clown  mask  he’s  got  hiding  somewhere  &  you’ve  got  the  perfect  night.

           a  pause,  awaiting  her  input,  checking  notifications  on  phone  briefly  before  hearing  three,  sexy  words  :   WHY  NOT  BOTH  ?  gaze  lifts,  lips curl into cheeks,  pulling  back to reveal pearly whites. an arm thrown around to hold dear  friend close,  the  combining  of  minds  for  greater  solution.  a  chef’s kiss  by  joined  fingers  to  respond,  almost  proud  of  his  pranking  apprentice.   ❝   i  like  the  way  you  think.           you’re  on.  be  at  mine  by  9.  or  i’m  starting  without  you.   ❞   playful  smile  before  crossing  path,  headed  to  last  class  before  lunch.  a  look  like that of a parent telling their kid to be home by curfew.  aint  no  rest  for  the  wicked.

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jack & ronnie & jason !

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆?      I   would   have   to   say  ,    technically   ,      Jack   ,      because   he   doesn’t   sleep   at   all  !     He   does   lay   in   bed   with   them   most   nights    while    they   fall   asleep  ,      but   he’s   usually   first   out   anyways   to   make   his   humans   breakfast   and   coffee   and   shit  .  

𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?     Definitely   Veronica  ,      and   both   Jason   and   Jack   find   it   adorable  .

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.      Literally   anything   and   everything  ,      so   long   as   it’s   appropriate   and   not   genuinely   hurtful  ,     tbh  . 

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘.      Giant   cuddle   sessions   and   taking   baths   together  ,     for   sure  .     Smothering   each   other   in   love  !

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒.     Jack   tends   to   give   very   gentle   forehead   kisses   and   whisper   ‘  I’m   sorry  ’    repeatedly  ,     and   hold   them   if   they’re   not   too   pissed   off   still  .     He’s   very   genuine  ,      and   will   admit   to   his   mistakes   after   he’s   realised   he   made  them  .    

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇?    PROBABLY  JACK  .

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.      If   you   think   for   one   second   these   fuckers   don’t   play   in   the   rain  ,     ya   trippin’  .   (   Also  :   fucking  .  )

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.     With   tongue  .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.     All   of   them   are   pretty   handsy   and   it’s   a   lot   of   casual   touching  ,    but   also   quite   possessive  ,     so   if   anyone   else   looks   at   any   of   them  ,    it’s   game  on  .

SHIPPY  HEADCANONS     /     @punkrestored   +    @acidicbite  .   

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I just needed this to be seen.

[promethianson]

   @acidicbite​. i’m hozier on main.

   THEY’RE A TANGLE of skin against skin and soft bruises, Kastor’s face pressed into her neck as if he is thirty feet deep and she’s his only regulator. It is late enough that the hour is turning towards early ( soon the sky will start graying, the birds rising, making sleep difficult. This does not seem to bother him. ) and neither of them have slept since the day prior, both running on love and nicotine and caffeine and not much more. His lips part in something not quite a sigh but neither a moan, all devotion and loving.

    “ WITH MY MID--YOUTH CRISIS SAD AND DONE, I need to be youthfully felt, ‘cause GOD I NEVER FELT YOUNG. ”

[brickbled]

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜ : ) ronaldo

you need to stay in the car, she says. her parents’ car, and yeah, he’s getting blood in it, but the two of them have awareness that makes his mother look downright eagle-eyed. you’re hurt, and you need to wait it out and stay in the car, and let me take you home and take care of you.

he’s just so close. there is an ending, if only he can reach it. he has to see it through, and sure, someone was definitely paid to beat the hell out of him, but that’s just par for the course. the upper crust love to resort to hiring someone else’s fists to do the beating, and he’d respect them a lot more if they did it themselves. but that’s just not how they do things. so a proxy it is, and the usual song and dance. the whole thing being usual doesn’t change the fact that it’s as painful as he expected. but there’s something about her tone that sets him off. so what? yeah, he hurts everywhere, and maybe he passed out for a second with his head pressed against the window, and, and, and -

❛❛ i have to, ❞ he begins, and he can’t finish the sentence. all he can do is move, so he manages to shove bloody fingers at the right angle to get the car door open. ❛❛ i have to. i don’t have a choice. ❞

see, the thing is that he tries to get out of the car. that’s, if you asked brendan later, where the problems began. he’s upright for two seconds, maybe three. then he staggers, stumbles, the world tilting at the edges, and he manages to throw his arm out to stop the fall. his forearm and his knees absorb most of the impact, but the shock still vibrates everywhere. skull. back of the neck. all of it, his whole body rattling like it’s about to fall to pieces.

she’s saying something, and there’s blood in his ears, ringing and he can’t hear her, can just sort of hear a wall of sound, all of it pushing and pressing down. brendan drops his head down against the concrete, squeezes his eyes shut against the heat and the pressure, and snarls a curse against the ground. ❛❛ shut up, ❞ he says, and at first it’s half-directed at the ground, and then he’s getting louder, shouting himself hoarse, snarling out the words. ❛❛ shut up, god damn it, shut up, shut up! i need you to listen to me. ❞

the only sound is his breathing, fast and harsh. blood drips from his lip onto the ground. did he bite his tongue? maybe. or it’s just blood, like there’s always blood. could be something. could be nothing.

a hand on his back, pressure right in the center of his spine. ❛❛ i’ve never seen you like this before, ❞ veronica says, and if he sounds broken at the edges, so does she. ❛❛ brendan, please - ❞

his fist hits the asphalt. ❛❛ i need you, ❞ he starts, stuttering to a halt as he tries to collect the right words, and there’s more blood dripping from his mouth. as he pushes himself half-upright, her hand moving back. he drifts for a half-second. the touch was grounding, a single point to focus on, and without it his brain feels like it’s suspended in liquid, drifting. he wipes at the blood smeared across his mouth, trying to put it all together. ❛❛ there’s no time. what i need you to do is wait. if i don’t meet you by midnight - there’s a payphone, at milton and pavilion. tell them that you’ve heard a gunshot at 3404 stewart. repeat it back to me. ❞

❛❛ are you sure? ❞ he turns to face her. her face is very still, biting at her lip as if considering all the ways that he could be lying to her.

❛❛ been worse, ❞ he says. he’s slept. he’s not coughing up blood. he’s just limping, and in pain, and yes, he’s sure, because if he was unsure of anything he’d never get it done. ❛❛ tell it to me. i need to know that you know. ❞

veronica recites the address back with a look on her face like every syllable is poison. ❛❛ after this, ❞ she says, ❛❛ you need to stop, okay? you need to come home. ❞

❛❛ i will, ❞ he says, and maybe that’s the difference from last time something like this happened. brendan means it, through and through. and he’d kiss her, maybe, if it wasn’t for all the blood in his mouth, so he just smiles half-crooked and limps out into the dark, fingers curled into fists inside his jacket pockets.