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[thencwboys]

@viciousxcycle​

Dallas was drunk as he walked through the strip club. He had never cared much for places like these, often finding them more uncomfortable than anything else. His leather jacket was hanging open, showing off a ratty shirt with a pentagram on it. Finishing off the look were worn, torn jeans. Grabbing another drink from the bar he noticed someone who was beyond hot. Approaching slowly, Dallas realized that the man he had noticed was a stripper. He grabbed a twenty dollar bill from his wallet walking over to the other and holding it out. “You’re super handsome... Any chance I can pay you to keep the clothes on and come and talk to me?” He had a bright smile as he leaned against the stage, not really caring who he pissed off with his antics. Dallas saw an absolute god of a man. Someone who could be his muse. He wasn’t going to let something as small as social etiquette stop him.

[tigerincahoots]

@viciousxcycle​ said: “Boss, we may have a slight problem about to walk through that door in two minutes.”

The sudden intrusion in his office was so sudden that Kevin had no other option than to lift his eyes from the papers he was reading, fingers reaching to the Cuban cigar that hanged precariously between his lips. It wasn’t exactly unusual for Ray to barge inside unannounced but even the other man knew better than to burst inside when business was being conducted. Kevin however, said nothing. His fingers tapped his cigar, blue eyes taking in the other man as he entered his office and stopped mere inches away from his white tiger fur rug. The other presence was standing beside his mahogany desk. The poor secretary that was livid and pale, certainly biting her bottom red lip at the sudden intrusion. Everyone knew how he despised these things. This sudden outbursts that made people assume that whatever thing they had to share was of any of his immediate concerns. But still, Kevin said nothing. His teeth captured the cigar as he lowered his eyes from a fraction of a second to sign his name on the bottom line of a document – a piece of paper that his secretary quickly removed from his sight before being dismissed with a casual wave of his hand. Only when the sound of her heels faded into the background and the double doors were properly locked was when Kevin actually dignified Ray with any sort of movement.

Like reclining back into his chair, one finger scratching his temple as he gave his plaything the usual curious eyebrow arch. What could be that important that he had to disturb him there? Was someone dying? Did the cops discover about his prostitution business in the harbor or did they bust the drug operation? Nah… couldn’t be that. He was paying top bucks to have the higher-ups within the blue uniforms to keep him posted or look the other way around. What could be that DEVASTATING that Ray had to come inside his office in such a vulgar and frantic manner?

“There better be someone dying, Ray…”

[thedevilstole-yourbxys]

Golden || Closed

Closed starter with @viciousxcycle​ based on “Golden” by Harry Styles

“You're so golden.” Jacob spoke softly, looking at Raleigh with a bright smile. “I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared because hearts get broken.” He murmured, his fingers running gently over Raleigh’s knuckles. “Raleigh... I love you so much. Let me be yours and let me love you. Please.”

[summcrtimesadness]

closed started for @viciousxcycle​

It had been months since they’d seen each other. Mako had held onto hope that somehow, they would have stayed together after successfully destroying the breach, but knew that despite being drift compatible, seeing each other’s desires, fears and worst memories in the drift, it didn’t mean anything when they were no longer needed. She didn’t stay in Hong Kong, the last time she saw him was as she boarded the helicopter, rain pouring against the windows, and she realised that there was some agreeable symmetry. 

The months passed slowly and quickly at the same time, and she was working with the military to restore old Mark 1 Jaeger’s, just in case. That had been steady work for months, and now as she was finally getting ready to say goodbye to Gypsy as she was to be shelved in a government warehouse somewhere off the coast, she found herself at a bar in downtown New York. Among the sea of unfamiliar faces and strangers, she felt a strange pang, a yearning, yet couldn’t explain it. That feeling hadn’t occurred for months. 

Yet something was wrong, this was different, and she had barely touched her glass of beer, when she realised what it was. There, nestled into the corner of the bar was a head of hair she’d never forget. She was entirely certain it was him, and the welled up emotions confirmed it for her as she slowly made her way towards him. She was tongue tied for a short moment.

“Hello,” she smiled brightly in her native tongue, knowing he could understand before switching to English. “You’re here.” She hadn’t expected him to accept her invitation, or even to have received it, but it was a surprise that he had made it for the farewell of their old Jaegar. 

[prettymxn]

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There was nothing that Trace enjoyed more than sipping a beer with his man on his couch. As he nuzzled his head into the other male’s chest he brought his cup to his lips, taking a sip. He was quite tipsy when he looked up at his lover and said, “Y’know, what? Fuck it - you’re right” he smirked, taking another sip from his drink, “My hair does look like a fuckin’ mop” he chuckled.

[neonataled]

@viciousxcycle​ said: ❝ last night was incredible. ❞

         A STOLEN GLANCE   /    A LIVELY SMILE    ,    visible agreement seemingly gone unnoticed by doctors and patients alike milling in every which direction   .    the previous evening came flooding back in flashes the instant she'd awoken   ,   followed her like a shadow all day until it came to a halt in front of her in physical form   (    and speaking in hushed tones    ,    thankfully    .   )       ❝    dr   .   becket    ---    ---    good afternoon to you   ,    too    .   ❞     amusement sparks a painted smile   ,   coy    ,    as gaze lands to award her full attention   .    

*        (      ⫸     )       things that you want to hear  //      NO LONGER ACCEPTING   .

[tigerincahoots]

Drinking starters

@viciousxcycle​ said:

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞ From Rals

“You really think this is an interrogation?” Kevin wanted to laugh at how naïve Raleigh was being. It was cute really. How a couple of well placed questions regarding his boyfriend's whereabouts could be seen as an interrogation. His fingers tapped the flat surface of his glass as Kevin reclined back into his chair – his cigar lingering between his lips while his eyes were solemnly focused on Raleigh. “I’m merely asking you a question, darling. If this was indeed an interrogation?” Arching one of his eyebrows, Kevin removed the cigar from his lips and replaced it with his drink – his gaze never abandoning Raleigh's. Like a hawk. Wanting to read and see his every reaction, wanting to discover what Ral wasn’t telling him. “For starters, Raymond and Bunny would be here. Well – not here. This is a Persian rug, I don’t want it soiled with blood and piss. We would be at an empty warehouse and you would be naked. Tied to the chair and beaten an inch to your life. You’d be begging and until you gave me a satisfying reply, Raymond and Bunny would break your bones. In a last attempt…” Reaching for the small device he used to cut his cigars, Kevin made his point across by cutting the end of his Cuban cigar before returning it to his lips. “I’m merely asking where you were. And with who. Doing what. You gave the bodyguards a slip. They are already being punished for their incompetence. If they don’t know how to do their job – they are of no use to me.”

[tigerincahoots]

SOFT INTERACTIONS !

@viciousxcycle​ said: [ date? ] Alan to Erik [ date? ] for your muse to ask my muse to go on a date .

The question caught Erik off guard. His attention had been on the charts on his hand, once again checking on Alan before actually clearing him out of the hospital. The last thing he was expecting was that sort of question. Maybe the attorney was still under the effect of some medicine and he was still rather off. Erik didn’t quite know what to say. How to answer. His eyes darted back and forth between Alan and his charts, clearing his throat while trying to come up with the IDEAL response. A negative one could be disastrous but he couldn’t just say yes. A maybe, perhaps?

“I can’t exactly go on dates with my patients, Alan.” Over the last couple of days, Erik had started to call Alan by his first name other than his last. Despite the troublesome encounter, after the ground rules had been set, Alan seemed to be cooperative. Yes, Erik was required to comply every now and then but in the end? They seemed to be on a good place. A steady place that granted them some peace rather than the uncomfortable confrontation from the earlier days. “But you are about to be discharged in the next few hours.” All it was needed was his signature at the bottom of the chart and send the papers to the reception. “But why ask me for a date? I thought you DISLIKED me after keeping you here for so long.”