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But he does. He does know what he was asking. It was rather reckless of him, sure, but both of them leaving their gangs was the only way that would allow them to keep seeing each other, to be together.

“I know, having a pack is important. But listen... We both know this rivalry is just doing harm. To us both. No one’s stopping us--unless we stay.”

[foxslayed]

◆ @elangeltm    :    (  SC .  )

      THE BATTLE WAS OVER  ,    the war had been won .    the  𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏  that was once adorned with patches of  𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍  was sloppily cleaned  ,  remnants still found in the  𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔  of blonde hair surrounding her face .    cold washcloth is in her hand as she  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚜  his forehead  ,  the heat radiating from his skin not unnoticed by the skilled young witch .    as he starts to stir  ,  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔  slowly but her gaze never leaves him .    ❛    hey  𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  ,  i’m not here to hurt you .    ❜    marlene’s voice is  𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎  as a hint of a smile briefly tugs at the corner of her lips .    ❛    don’t try to sit up yet    ━━    you’ve got a pretty  𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚘 .    ❜    she’s  𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅  ,  for she felt there was  𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖  for sugarcoating .    ❛    so  𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉  do you remember?    ❜

[bisnero]

"It's how I feel, Raf. You mean more than the world to me."

He looks at his hands. Only Miguel can make him feel likehe’s a 19 year old kid again. The uncertainty, the doubt andthe shame all come back like old memories just waiting fortheir chance to cycle back through.

He grits his teeth when he speaks, anger overriding the obviousturmoil the other’s confession had brought out. 

❝ Don’ go thinkin’ ‘mma be weak for YOU. I ain’td’one an’ I never fuckin’ will be, understand?  ❞

[intxgrxty]

❝ you should look somewhere else. ❞

OVERWATCH STARTERS ( @elangeltm / ACCEPTING )

Dark brown eyes looked the other man up and down slowly as if he were observing him, while he took a drag from the cigarette placed in between his middle and index finger. “Where else is there to look?” Evander asked the man as he blew smoke out his mouth. “I think I found just what I was looking for.”

[bisnero]

[ rip + clothing ]

memes. ❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

He was stronger, and he liked to show Rafael just howmuch more when it came to times like this. Their plan hadbeen to sneak up on the Italians, to take their supply andto do it quickly, dropping anyone who got in their way.

Rafael had chosen Omar, another one of his men, to accompanyhim. Miguel’s grip on his silk shirt and his anger had been met withthreats from the new Gang Head.

Rafael’s shirt lay in ribbons before he’s being man handled and laidon his desk. They didn’t have time for this but this is all they knewhow to do when the feelings got to be too much.

[bisnero]

[ kiss + rough ]

memes. ❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .  

❝ LÁRGATE! FUCK OFF!  ❞

He’d been firm like this before, dismissive and petulant andMiguel had entertained it time and time again. So, when Rafael’sbeing tugged by his tie, when his back meets his office wall, he’sstunned.

Until his lips are flush with the other’s. Then, he’s just ANGRY. 

❝ GET OFFA ME!  ❞

He shoves, but they’re both evenly matched and his face is beingheld between the other’s firm hands as their breathing mingles in thetension filled room. This time, when they kiss, he bites down.

It doesn’t stop Miguel. It never fucking did. 

[shiftingtm]

"Tell me that it's all okay."

Cerberus’ little gang of werewolves has been entertaining, at the very least. They walk the streets like a pack of dogs and Wade easily slips into the role of scavenger; distant and respectful while benefiting from their interactions. He knows there’s no contest — even without the literal hellhound factored in — and peace is easy enough to maintain. It helps that the lot of them aren’t destructive; their leather-jacket-clad daddy seems to keep them in line and out of the kind of trouble where a hunter may need to step in and Wade is happy for it — content to be a bother in other ways.

They are a solid thing. A pack. Wolves, united together. Monsters who understand each other. Wade doesn’t know what such comradery is like; he’s the coyote that lags behind that they bare teeth to or the crow that looks on with orange beady eyes — loud but shooed away when his songs become a bother.

He’s always been that kid that doesn’t fit in and 2019 isn’t really any different.

Today they’ve gathered at a shake and burger shack that plays old 50s music and names their sandwiches after dead famous people. There’s a seating area outside with round tables and benches — the sort with large, faded umbrellas that have been deployed for the sake of protection against the midday sun. It’s busy — noisy, between all the people and Reet Petite crackling through speakers, and there’s almost something charming about the whole summer vibe of the place.

Wade is laying on his back on one of the benches, expression blank as Miguel breaks away from his adopted family to try and connect with the shifter. They make an odd pair, he knows — and for a moment he’s sure he can feel Cerberus’ eyes on him, spine hot, and he reminds himself that there are rules that come with territory. It’s a little warning that comes and goes; Miguel is a favorite among the wolves — their little angel, as they so loved to call him. Wade knows they all adore Miguel, which only makes him want to ask why the werewolf has chosen to gravitate towards him on this bright, hot day.

He doesn’t. 

There’s a good chance he never will.

There’s a number of things that Miguel might be referring to when he speaks and Wade somehow manages to avoid every single one. That usual calm is in his voice when he speaks, present enough to be having a conversation but also distracted by a June bug’s grand ascension up the umbrella’s pole. 

“’Okay’ is such a trap word. We both have very different views on what constitutes as ‘okay.’” Hands lift to make the proper air quotes before they fall again. The black raspberry milkshake he ordered has begun to perspire. “That is to say … my views make sense. Your scale can easily be compared to a menstruating teenage girl stressed out by being class president on the week of Homecoming.” 

[bisnero]

“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

memes. “Morning After” starters  

He’s quiet. His hands work nimbly to button hissilk shirt back up. He remembers Miguel playinghide and seek, remembers how he’d felt panicwhen he couldn’t find him when they’d beenchildren.

That same panic grips him now when the other nears him,holds his hips and leans in. He turns away, pushes him to theside as he makes his way towards his bedroom door.

This thing would end soon. They could go back to how they’dbeen if he refuses to give in. They could go back to being brothersinstead of needing one another as fiercely and readily as they’d bothshown each other last night.