#fusebcx

[dvlhls]

“ huh ? what was that ? are you being nice to me ? this has never happened before. completely unheard of. ” @fusebcx​

[atvrvxia]

&. @fusebcx​

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                         HE BLINKED a few times, taken aback by the other’s very clear enthusiasm. matt’s heart sank. he didn’t realize just how happy tate was. and what kind of person would matt be if he didn’t support that? “i’m not jealous,” he said hurriedly. “just... just wanted to make sure that you were happy, that’s all. i’m glad that he makes you happy, tate. you... you deserve to be happy.”

[unholyz]

@fusebcx​ asked:  “what the hell’s going on with you? seriously. what’s going on?” val x elias

spotlight  is  so  often  his  home ,  that  it  brings  new  weight  and  meaning  to  being  burnt  out .  the  few  days  he  disappears ,  sheds  from  his  antics  like  it’s  a  wet  and  claustrophobic  blanket  that’s  heavy  on  his  shoulders .  things  get  quiet ,  things  get  dark .  and  the  boy  has  a  tendency  to  shrivel  back  in  these  moments .  one  so  often  loud ,  boisterous  and  present ,  he  exhausts  himself .  becomes  the  shell  he  fears  so  much ,  the  shadow  he  refuses  to  let  others  witness  or  meet .  but  never  has  someone  stuck  their  head  in  like  this ,  it’s  unusual  for  a  voice  to  penetrate  the  thick  silence  of  these  spiraling  times  for  valentino .    “  what  are  you  doing  here  ?  “   not  the  question  he  ought  to  be  asking ,  but  questions  are  far  easier  than  the  answers  his  person  is  clawing  for .  no ,  those  truths  are  strangling . 

[thornicide]

  @fusebcx​ :     liked for a starter                 ↳               –           [ call ]

crooked horns    loom from above the decapitated head on the wall ,      staring down in a furious ,       nearly    condescending    manner at him ,     as if to say ;      you don’t belong here .    why are you here ?         everything inside this grand room feels    cold ,       untouched    &     ready to devour .      there’s no warmth  ,        no kindness ,        nothing homely nor inviting despite the   crackling fire and comfortable seats .          ❛     it’s mine ,        ❜         adelaide emerges from the inky blackness doused in sheer white  ,         leaning against the doorframe in a nonchalant way that has her robe pooling over the classical marble flooring .       she doesn’t add that classical ,      uncertain :      ‘if you were wondering’     that tends to follow such base string of sentences ;       he was .       there was seldom any other reason to stand upright  ,         staring so intently at an otherwise   bleak    wall .        unless adam had managed to keep his love for    antique wallpaper    a secret all these years ...      which would have been quite a    blow    to her pride  ,         admittedly .       ❛     i got it when i was twelve .       though ,         i’ll admit :     i find      dead animals      as decoration a bit ...        tacky   &    morbid ,      these days .        ❜

[lvciddreamt]

@fusebcx​ - continued from here. 

eyes widened in abject horror as she looked at alma. “piss on the — no, no way, i’m not doing that! are you joking?” didn’t pause long enough to find out, barreling on: “we should just go to the cops and tell them what happened. it was self-defense, right? we — we had to.” her voice sounded shaky and unconvincing even to her own ears. but it was the truth. that had to count for something — right? 

[wargcds]

@fusebcx asked: 58 too :))  (reflect - Our muses have sex and watch themselves in a mirror)

mickey would’ve been lying if he said he hadn’t placed such a comfortable chaise lounge in front of the mirror on purpose--- why would he even need a sitting place inside his closet, anyways ? from the way he’d positioned tate, it was quite easy for both of them to see the entire picture on the large mirror against the closet’s wall; mickey, with his well inflated ego and being prone to showing off, had been keeping tate from coming for far longer than he expected his lover to be able to hold on; mickey had finally given verbal permission for tate to finish, though he hadn’t stopped pushing his hips against his lover, fucking them not only through their orgasm but after it as well, one hand on tate’s hips and the other on their hair  holding the other in their place. ❛ look at that. ❜ he said, the hand fisted on tate’s hair pulling their head back to make sure tate was facing themself on the reflective surface. ❛ look how absolutely fucking wrecked you are. showing me just how much of a whore you can be--- ❜ the hand that had been holding tate down released the iron grip only to come down onto their ass, the slap reverberating between them. ❛ think you got one more for me, baby ? i think you do. ❜ he increased the movements of his hips ever so slightly, eyes locked with tate’s through the mirror. ❛ i’m not letting you go until you come for me again, sweetheart. show me how good i’m making you feel. ❜

[dvlhls]

* madison, georgia 1994 2022

“ oh my god, he’s making a requel. ” @fusebcx​

[unholyz]

“   shit  ,   ma  made  another  pie  ?   fuck  yes  . .  —  wait   . . .  did  y’all  pull  a  job  without  me  ?   a g a i n  ?   “