#fvvckcff

[angelheartcd]

starter for @fvvckcff​ !

  “ no one wants to cause you pain, ” he’s mostly talking about himself--he knows plenty of people who do--not that he agrees with those people.

[sovthside-a]

‘  don’t  you  call  him  what  you  used  to  call  me .  ’

ian knew he shouldn’t of slept with him , but fuck did he miss this ... them . pulling his jeans up , strapping the belt back in , he froze ; taking in those words spoken . no , he could never compare what he had with mickey to anyone , there was no words he could call the man waiting for him at home to what he has called mickey from what feels like a life time ago . every fiber of his being wanted to stay in bed with the man he couldn’t help but love , wanting nothing more than to hide away from the world and just be in a little bubble of themselves ... but you don’t always get what you want . he knew somewhere , mickey wanted an answer , but those answers couldn’t form . with unspoken words , ian left to return back to his life outside of their bubble . / / @fvvckcff​ / /

[c0kehead]

@fvvckcff​

“ My ass is tired ,”  Tate laughed a little . It was about a four hour drive from their beach house in Poza Rica to Mexico City ; They had left when the sun was still rising , when the sky was still a pretty mix of orange and red , and had only stopped a few times when it was necessary . They were going to get breakfast somewhere nice so they only made sure to eat gas station snacks during their travels to tide them over and the hunger was really settling in now . Tate’s stomach even audibly growling . He’d been text Rosa about where he’d hidden their spare key so she could keep an eye out on their home & stuff when he felt the car come to a halt and Mickey cut the engine . He leaned forward to look out the front window towards their motel .  “ Oooh . It looks cute . I’m excited .”

The building was a cream color with light blue accents all around & well trimmed bushes lining it . Tate got out of the car and stretched , arching his back until cracked as much as it could and he let out a satisfied groan .  “ Maybe there’s somewhere close we can walk for breakfast .”  He yanked open the glove compartment box to press the button to pop the trunk .  “ I really don’t want to be in the car anymore .”  Besides , he wanted to see the city .

[svetlna]

🚬💋  sc   ,   @fvvckcff​   

❛      DUCK   is   nice   .      ❜          unimpressed expression crossed too pretty features , the left-over turkey sitting before her clearly nowhere near being up to svetlana’s standards.      even after years of being stateside there were some things she’d never fully be able to grasp,   and the choice to use one of the most tasteless birds as a holiday staple was one of them.          ❛      CHICKEN,   GOOSE,   LAMB.     why do you all force yourselves to eat this dry cardboard ?      ❜   

[gothsic]

*flicks cigarette* what the fuck is a goth bomb coochie? i gotta know.

“ man, no. i’m not a fuckin’ authority on this shit. why don’t you ask the guy who decided to drop that shit into my precious puritanical earholes? i’m sure he’d be glad to answer. “

jonathan rolled his eyes, scoffing - a genuine scoff. why did people have to be so obnoxious? even if this guy’s question was actually honest in it of itself, why must he be the one to receive such moronic idiocy day after day? were the fans getting weirder, or… maybe he was slipping in keeping the past tightly sealed where it belonged.

“ or, i dunno, go on the internet. doesn’t google have a fuckin’ answer to everything? it’s basically big brother at this point. it ought to define it, and then some. “

[c0kehead]

@fvvckcff​ said:  “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.”

Emotions were reeling uncontrollably . Tate couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about --- Well , what Tate was fighting about . The confused expression on Mickey’s face when his mood had suddenly taken a sharp turn right was stuck in his head ; He couldn’t explain it . He couldn’t help himself . He could see himself being unreasonable , flipping out over something so insignificant that he couldn't even remember what about anymore . He’d stormed out of their house to get some fresh air , maybe calm down , but Mickey was hot on his heels considering the time was pushing close to two in the morning and the streets of Chicago simply weren’t safe .

So he ran --- He use to run track  ( long distance )  and for a heavy smoker , had quite the stamina . But the dramatic chase had eventually come to a halt when Tate began to no longer recognize his surroundings and he had stubbornly --- petulantly --- dropped himself to the grounds as a silent way of saying that he wasn’t going anywhere with Mickey .

Arms crossed , chest heaving , Tate stared up at Mickey with dark , tear - filled eyes .  “ Well , good luck ,”  he finally stated after several moments that were filled with nothing but heavy breathing .  “ You can’t pick me up ,”  he dared .  “ And I’m not getting up until I get a cigarette .”

[sovthside-a]

ian had spent the whole morning decorating the apartment for christmas , blasting holiday music through the speakers , happily singing along to his favorite songs . he finally got to the point of starting on the new tree he has gotten for their place . yes , real trees were a lot of work and messy , but he could deal with it as nothing could kill his JOLLY mood . laying the pile of newly and badly wrapped presents neatly under the tree , hearing the door swing open and closed got the ginger jumping up to go greet his boyfriend with a cheerful smile across his lips . “  hey ! didn’t think you’d be back so soon .  “ laying a quick kiss on mickey’s cheek , ian went back to work . “  got some stuff at the store .  “ / / @fvvckcff​ / /

[c0kehead]

@fvvckcff​ said:  “you’re mine”

“ I am yours ,”  Tate assured . He was trying not to smile because clearly Mickey didn’t find the waiters blatant flirting with him amusing --- But to Tate , it was cute . Tate found how jealous Mickey could get to be cute . The way his brows would raise in shock then furrow back down as anger tinted his ears a pink color .

Tate snaked his hand across the table between them to grab onto Mickey’s wrist . He rubbed the side of his finger affectionately against his boyfriend’s arm ,  “ Calm down . I’m not flirting back , am I  ?? You know ... Maybe I can get this guy to give me free dessert and then he can just watch us share it .”