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[nervousnocturnal]

➥ Rub their back

And there went his shirt.

Brady was out of it in maybe two seconds, flopping himself before Rez with a noise of pleasure and a silent plea for those perfect hands to continue to run all along his skin and drive him into dizziness with pleasure. “Please, Reznik, don’t stop…” He practically whined, so very full of need.

[nervousnocturnal]

➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

The hand pressing to his chest is such a warm feeling. He can feel it, the steady thump as his heart beats beneath that palm. Lilac orbs drift closed, his breathing calming down to a slow and even thing. This feeling was something positively special. Reznik’s hand pressed over his heart, feeling for that beat.

He pulled the other man closer, head dropping on to the sturdier shoulder with a light ‘thump’. 

While it calmed him, it also made him somber. “…I’m okay.” One hand was placed atop Reznik’s. “I’m still here with you,

                                                          And I’ll stay right here.”

[watchustakeontheworld]

Funhouse

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Fucking bastards.  Blade thought to himself, rolling his eyes as he was led by the grip on his forearm, pushed forward from the back into the grey, lifeless hallway to the accompaniment of wolf whistles and cat calls from the prisoners locked behind the bars.  Who could blame them, really?  Even though he was seventeen, he could pass as a fourteen year old, and in the oversized prison jumpsuit he looked smaller and more frail.  His feathery blond hair and rust-colored eyes didn’t help, neither did the fact that he taunted the other prisoners with snide smirks, his tongue sticking and waggling out of his lips, and the occasional, “Catch ya on the fuckin’ dance floor, sweetheart!”

“Would you please try and keep a low profile.  We were hired to keep your cellmate safe not draw more negative attention,”  The guard ushering him to his new home for the next couple weeks if not longer whispered into his ear.  Of course, the guard wasn’t really a guard, no, he was Blade’s partner and was there to make sure Blade’s already loose canon didn’t pop.

“Fuck off, man.  This’ll get their attention off him and on me.”  His tone taunted, and to anyone watching it seemed like he as arguing with the guard, and that was true.  Sheath had only been his partner for a year, and he didn’t really get the guy, he sure as hell didn’t trust him, but he was good operative who’d have his back, “I fucking know what the hell I’m doing.  You do your job, I’ll do mine.”

“Get in there, you scum.”  His partner’s voice rang in his ears, echoing the clink and rattle of a cell door opening as the cuffs around his wrists were removed and he was thrown into the cell.  Blade’s feet nearly caught on the concrete floor, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

Turning around quickly, he faced a narrowed gaze onto Sheath as the door cut, his eyes saying a brief farewell while his upturned middle fingers bid a very different sort of goodbye.  Finally, once alone with the real target of his con, he turned to the other male in the cell, nodding over to the beds and crossing his arms over his chest, “Which bunk ya got, Ginger?” 

[nervousnocturnal]

“Shh… Shh, I’m here… It’s okay, it’s over…”

Post-trauma sentence meme (angst)

A sound could hardly escape trembling lips. Pain reverberated through every pore of his body, yet he still forced himself to move. One hand gently, weakly,  gripped on one of the arms that held him like he’d crumble if Rez held on too hard. 

At the moment it was probably true.

Tears slid down his cheeks, nothing more than little streaks down ashen flesh. Was it from pain or the lingering fear he’d gone through? Probably  b o t h  causing a horrible cocktail inside of him. Each breath hurt. He felt like his whole body was screaming out for help and couldn’t do a single thing about it. Not when his senses were all in such overload. 

                                                 All he could do was look up at Rez.

Feel relieved that the man had found him once more. Being back in those ARMS made him feel safe, at least… even if his skin was cold and his own life painted him red as a rose. “I’m… s-s-so… gl… glad t-to see… see you.” Each word was a struggle to push out from failing lungs, and a few more tears slid down his face despite the faintest of smiles resting on his lips.

He’d honestly thought for a while that he’d never see the man holding him again. The pain was starting to turn to numbness, starting with his limbs. Everything felt so heavy to move. Just blood loss, probably. Too much had been spilled for his consciousness to continue how it was, struggling and failing. His eyes slipped shut, the fingers on Rez’s arm going 

 s l a c k.

[a-temperamental-pawn]

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[ There’s an xkit extension that can do it. ]

Oh yes I found it!! Thanks!

[rainbowpinions]

Continued from [x]

Kazu loved his birthday, he did, his mother always made a stupidly big deal about it, always made cake, she didnt buy the cake, no she fucking made the cake, always at least two tiers as though Kazu actually had friends to share this monster with, no... they often ended up slightly fat by the end of the week after finishing that cake between them both. His mother jogging alongside him for a week every morning to burn off the cake she’d consumed.

They did this every year, it was tradition. 

But this year Kazu actually had friends to share his birthday with, he had someone to invite to this ridiculously brilliant tradition his mother had somehow created.  

He’d ventured from the two person party across town to the redheads apartment, knowing that at some point, he’d be going to grab Brady from his confinement, so Kazu could snag them both, what he didn’t expect however, was for Reznik to have remembered. Really Kazu hadn’t made much of a big deal out of it, mentioned once that his birthday was coming up hadn’t been a hint of any kind just that he’d likely not be able to spend much time at the apartment during that day because tradition. He hadn’t expected his friend to remember much less be standing there, in the middle of the room, with a single flower tied to a card. 

It seemed like his face had a penchant for flushing brilliantly whenever Reznik did something nice, whenever he surprised the younger with something remarkably sweet because right now, he could feel the heat on his cheeks as he tentatively took the present, shy smile growing on his lips as he cradled the fragile thing, card would be read after he got over his initial surprise. 

“Do you... uhm... do you wanna come to mine? My mother throws a stupid party every year for just the two of us and well... I want you to come...” and Brady, they could pick Brady up on the way. 

[arasoii-blog]

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( 亮子 ) “That’s rather impressive, you know. I don’t meet many people who can fight that well.”