VAIN DECEIT !

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i dont even know if i remember how to do all the fancy tumblr tricks

[bibledaddy-blog]

Reminder: If your dad sucks, I’m your dad now

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stringking.

          it’s a nice to feel like he’s not about to have a damn aneurysm because of something someone said to him. it almost makes him feel NORMAL for once. ❝ i wanna be surprised, but i’m really not. kid uses his credit card as if it was just a money dispenser sometimes. ❞ he sighs, pressing a few more kisses to dillon’s lips. ❝ mostly cat shit, he spends way too much money on his damn cat. he also paid like 500 bucks at the dentist, but i’m assumin’ that had something to do with shay screamin’ a couple weeks ago. ❞

          he’s not afraid to admit how worried he becomes of the other, especially when there’s too man things around to put him on edge. although the extent of the situation, he can’t help but laugh. ❝ well, y’know, you never taught him not to, my love. ❞ he smiles, fingers combing easily through nicki’s hair. ❝ hey, he loves his cat. outside of shay, that’s his only friend. right, i forgot about that -- i hate your stupid kid sometimes. ❞ he’s always nicki’s kid when he’s doing something dumb.

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stringking.

          though it’s not something to get used to, silence is definitely welcomed when it passes through the house. it leaves things calm, making nicki a lot less stressed out and less likely to snap. hands settling on dillon’s thighs, he presses a quick kiss to the other’s lips before squeezing his thighs gently. ❝ mhm. nothin’ really, just makin’ sure everything’s paid off properly. d’you know emery spent almost five grand last month ? m’gonna shred his damn credit card. ❞

          he’ll take this over their typical day, without a doubt. it’s comfortable, makes it easier to be around each other. once nicki acts all high strung, the whole damn house is in disarray. dillon grins, returning the kiss and stealing one more while he can. ❝ five grand ? i mean, for him, it ain’t too far fetched -- but what the hell is out there spendin’ five grand for ? he’s eighteen years old ! ❞

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stringking.

          quiet is a rarity when it comes to the nicchiniello home. there’s always something - or someone - causing some kind of trouble that nicki has to fix. it’s been quiet lately, allowing nicki to focus on smaller details, something he doesn’t get to do as often as he’d like. a smile spreads across his features as dillon comes in, one hand ghosting over his side as he looks at him. ❝ nothin’s as a important as you, my love. ❞ he shrugs, pressing a kiss to his hand. ❝ but, if you must know, finance shit, nothin’ pressing, though. why ? ❞

          silence is not something he’s attempted to get used to in this house, but he’s grown comfortable with it. he’d rather have it be quiet than people running in and out, though. he moves to settle in the other’s lap, a leg on either side of him. fingers trail lazily down nicki’s chest, a hum escaping his lips. ❝ oh yeah ? glad to hear it. ❞ he smiles, moving to rest his hand against the other’s cheek. ❝ yeah ? what’s goin’ on, huh ? ❞

[lilmamabeyellin]

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          it’s been too quiet recently, the house nearly empty a majority of the time. he’d grown used to people being in and out of the place, causing some kind of problem. but these past few days, it’s been just him and nicki. hands ghost over the man’s shoulders before he leans forward, lips pressing lazy kisses along his neck. ❝ what’re you doin’ ? ❞ fingers move through nicki’s hair, pulling it out of his eyes for a moment. ❝ anything important ? ❞

                    @stringking / FOR U.

[just-shower-thoughts]

One day some unborn whippersnapper is going to scam elderly me with some newfangled technology

[playedpawn-blog]

                     A LOVE SO ALIVE, BUT IT DIED IN ITS SLEEP. AND NOW THAT IT’S DEAD, I LIVE IN YOUR HEAD     ——     AND I WILL HAUNT YOUR FUCKING DREAMS.

[riddlesreformed-blog]

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

[just-shower-thoughts]

One day some unborn whippersnapper is going to scam elderly me with some newfangled technology

[brashgirl1996]

suck on a guys fingers and watch his soul leave his body

[vaindeceit-blog]

          no but i don’t think you guys understand how much i love dillon. like, this is someone who wanted the WORLD. someone who wanted it all and had it, but let it all go because they made one stupid mistake. this is someone who thought of himself as superior, as some sort of fucking. untouchable, ethereal being who deserved everyone’s attention and recognition. he fancied himself a god, or at least, above all else. 

           and he was. for a little bit.

          and then the foundation found him, because he got too trigger happy, so to speak. he killed too many people and they caught on. what he is is not HUMAN, and it never will be. he may become more humane over time, but he’ll never be human. he’s still a monster, the kind who rips people’s throats out with his teeth and tears them apart because it’s all a big game to him.

         and he was perfect. smart, beautiful, wanted by everyone - or everyone wanted to be him. and then he got hurt, and he started losing his sight. not a big deal, he was still beautiful, wasn’t he ? but now he’s got those scars, three huge scars across his face that he hides behind make up. he’d rather be stared at for being different than get stared at for being ugly.

          and you have to remember, before he escaped the foundation, he requested brief access to wifi and a computer, and when asked why, he gave one answer :

          he wanted the world to see what he really looked like.

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contractkxller.

- - - ‘’ im not going to s l e e p.’’ he said softly and squatted down in front of the male, his hand setting on his K N E E, ‘’youre not laying on my couch all night– ‘’ he h u f f ed and then slipped his arm under the males legs (this is what i h a v e to do)  the other hooking around the other, ‘’ hold on to your DRINKS and dont puke on me.’’ with a short beat the male was up off the sofa and in rauls arms, he stayed still for a second, ‘’ you good doll?”

          ❝ why not ? ❞ brows furrowed in curiosity, hands wringing together for a moment. he reached forward, fingers brushing the hair from raul’s eyes in a soft gestures. drunk dillon has too much affection to give others. ❝ but i want to stay on the couch ! ❞ he argued, much like a child would, until he felt the other lift him up. ❝ i didn’t - i didn’t know you could do that. people don’t do that. i usually do the liftin’. ❞ the look of confusing across features is nearly comical, an arm finding its way around raul’s neck while his free hand gripped the man’s shirt. ❝ ‘m - yes. ‘m good. ❞

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contractkxller.

- - - raul stood for a moment and then moved his head BACK after the fingers t o u c h e d it,  ‘’ ill get your water- but DIL youre sleeping in my bed tonight.’’ he nodded and turned quickly grabbing a WATER  bottle, ‘’my bed is huge  it will be better for your LEGS.’’ he held out the BOTTLE of water.

          dillon’s hand fell into his lap as he set the tequila bottle on the coffee table, each movement carefully thought out lest his head get too fuzzy. his eyes closed for a moment as he took a deep breath, ❝ no. ‘cause - ‘cause where are you gonna sleep ? ❞ he was took quick to down half the bottle, making his stomach turn for a moment. ❝ no, ‘m good here. yeah ? ❞

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contractkxller.

- - - the o r d e r s had been, ‘ keep him ALIVE and dont let him do too much damage to himself’– and raul was STRUGGLING to do both of those fucking things right now, ‘’you are a g r o w n as man– but youre acting like youre five so im t r e a t i ng you that way..’ he wandered over to the male and reached out for the bottle, ‘’ l e t s have some water baby , i dont want you to get a hang over.’’

          boy, had he made himself a problem for the other -- he didn’t want to be there, with him. ❝ but i don’t like that, so what - what if you, like, didn’t ? ❞ he immediately yanked the bottle from raul, holding it to his chest for a minute. his other hand reached out, fingers gently brushing across his cheek. ❝ can - can you bring it to me ? and can i sleep here ? not - not your place, the living room. area. here. this room. ❞