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#saturdaynightblevi

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↻ xo everyone

“babe, you need to wrap up if ya cold,” he scorned, covering ezra up with the fluffy blanket in his arms. “ya coulda called me down sooner, can’t have ya freezin’ ya cute tail off,” he teased, a sigh leaving him. he studied the curly haired boy laying on the couch, brows furrowing with unease. if he knew ezra was feeling off, he’d have put off the morning errands. “are you sure ya feelin’ ‘lright?” he asked, kneeling down next to the boy. bringing a hand up, he rested his hand against ezra’s forehead, his frown deepening. “ya need anything else? i’ll be here rest of the day.”

“andy, i… tried making this for you, or whatever,” he mumbled under his breath, trying to hold back the tears threatening to come out. he’d been working for hours to prefect his boyfriend’s favorite dish, getting frustrated and starting over on it when the first wasn’t good enough to his standards. no, he was worried it wasn’t good enough for andy’s. “you know… i can call in a pizza or something, you don’t have to even try it,” he shrugged his own efforts off, turning his head. he had no good reason to think the other boy would react negatively. andy was always supportive of anything he did. the worry was irrational.

“are you sure nothing can get you to stop worrying about this?” he asked mischievously, throwing his leg to the other side of his lap before straddling him. “nothing at all?” he whispered, eyes staring down to the brunet’s mouth. a giggle fell off his lips, leaning in to press them against blaise’s. softly at first, then taking the distracted moment to bite down on the other’s lip, tugging it before letting go. “ raindrop,  are you going to tell me that doesn’t work?”

“is… is archie home? i got ‘im a surprise, may he come out?” the quiet voice asks, staring up at the woman with red hair. he waits outside on the lawn, trying to keep the squirming contents in the box he’d poked holes in still in his arms. the small boy of around eight’s face lights up seeing another boy walk out the door. “archie!” he exclaims, finally choosing to set the heavy box down. “i found a dog around the trailer,” he explains, a yellow lab opening the top flaps of the box and looking at the ginger boy. “dunno if your parents are gonna let you keep it… know you talked about wanting one… was all alone.”

he didn’t realize percy was awake before he came walking out of the bathroom with nothing covering him until he noticed the look on the tired boy’s face. “oh fuck,” he spat out, retreating to grab a towel. walking back out with the towel around his waist, he couldn’t help but grin to himself. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know you were ‘wake!” he exclaimed, trying to hold back the giggles escaping him. mark wasn’t sure if the steam from the shower had made him burn up or if this interaction was causing it. “you don’t gotta look at me like that!”

“do they care? absolutely not,” she spoke firmly. “men are oversaturated in the industry, ‘dite. so many don’t even have skill! i can name 20 bands where i could not tell you the difference, the music and voices all sound the same. yet they still make more money than girl bands?” he went on, rolling her eyes. “and the good ones are called sellouts. guys think they’re metal heads for liking the 3 mainstream metal girls, they’re great too! but you go to a local gig? they’ll see them as a sex object instead of respecting them for being better than the other bands on the list.” a loud sigh left her lips, rubbing her temples. 

pulling the boy into the next room, he shut the doors, looking at him in disbelief. “how did you get in here?!” he whispered, eyes bugging around. his heart was racing and he could barely think straight. “you know you could get in trouble doing this, hayden!” he continued in his panicked shushed tone. “i could get in shit, you could! lord have mercy you could,” he repeated, sighing out heavily. “you need to be more careful. heaven’s sake, please let me know before this happens again,” he warned, hiding his trembling hands in his pockets.

nicholas had found a habit of sneaking around harvey kinkle’s house after his father would leave, peaking in to check on his un-official-boyfriend. this wasn’t creepy, right? it wasn’t to him. he only wanted to assure himself that harvey was okay and safe. it was an early morning today as he found the hidden key and stepped inside. his eyes searched around, noticing a curled up figure on the couch. a smile formed across his lips, taking quiet steps as to not wake the brunet up. he had to be cold, nick thought as he noted the shiver of harvey’s limbs. finding a blanket, he stepped over, taking care of covering every inch of the boy’s body possible. sighing out quietly, he couldn’t help but stare at the moral’s sleeping face. he looked so peaceful. so beautiful.

caleb tried finding any excuses to celebrate peter. his boyfriend didn’t get enough attention for all the things he did, in caleb’s mind. he didn’t have a clue of the reality. getting a text that the boy passed a major test was the excuse of choice this time. as soon as the door to the apartment opened, he pulled down a string to unleash dozens of balloons and streamers down atop the boy walking in. smile plastered on his face, he walked over to his boyfriend, kissing his cheek softly. “congratulations peter parker,” he praised, helping peter with his bag before pulling the him in by his waist. “you make me more and more proud everyday,” he whispered, planting a kiss on the boy’s forehead.

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“You really thought this all out?” xo archibald

“i often think all things through, don’t we know this?” he asked the theoretical question coated with sarcasm. jug didn’t know planning a day out followed by a movie night would throw the taller man off that much. “i remember you brought it up... or something about it,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders. “or... parts of things.” only he’d thoroughly went over the details of everything archie wanted for a day off, even things spoken in passing years ago. “it’s not hard to guess what you want, arch,” he added, running a hand through his hair and looking away.

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“Care to share how you wound up in this situation?” xo blaise

“i could… share…” he answered quietly, trying to hold back his honest tongue as he laid there. he couldn’t hide anything from blaise, it was his curse. “i might have, uh… been using sex magic and, broke the mirror by accident,” he explained, trying to sound nonchalant. “so, i got up after i was done, tried to clean it and nicked my foot with a piece of glass,” he continued. “and happened to get blood on the floor and your bed. from my foot. not a huge deal..?” he attempted to play off, giving the man above him an apologetic look. 

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“I thought about this a lot and it still came out like this.” to luna xo ez

“…did he tell you? that nobody knew about me either?“ she questioned, eyes beading around. “i know he didn’t mean to, but he lied. my parents do know, they just pretend they never found out. every second in my house was hell afterwards, what would they think if they found out what i do while i lived there? i couldn’t live with that. i knew they’d kill me. that’s why i left, got a regular job even. i think… i think alistair was scared of that. his father is the only person i’ve seen him scared of. even if he had the money to get his own place before now, i think he was scared of him… doing something to you. but he’d rather face the music from his dad than ever have you think you weren’t worth being open about. but… i think that’s why wanted so long, it wasn’t for his sake. i think it was more for yours,” she sighed out, voice close to breaking. “he’s not mad at you, i think he’s… terrified of losing you, forcing you to move in before you’re ready. he just doesn’t know how to say it. none of this is your fault. alistair’s stubborn, he already knew what he was doing when he told him. call him.”

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↻ ez & nathan hehe

“ezra, can i talk to you for a second?” he spoke up to the boy he spotted across the parking lot, jogging up beside him. glancing around, he grabbed his arm, pulling him over to the side. “i just saw alistair get taken in a cop car, and they were being quiet about it. i don’t think they’re planning on letting him out easy… if they want to at all.”

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▒▒Send ↻ and I’ll generate a random number for something that my muse will give/send to yours! ( a mix of angst, nsfw,fluffy,ship stuff etc etc)

1. A slap in the face 2. A puppy 3. A kitten 4. A kiss on the cheek 5. A massage 6. The answer they have been looking for 7. A surprise party 8. A drink 9. A lecture 10. A flower 11. A picture they took together 12. A  blanket 13. An accidental sext 14. An intentional sext 15. A drawing of your muse 16.  A home-cooked meal 17. Their jacket 18. Their phone number 19. A flower crown 20. A good scare 21. Bad news 22. Blowjob/Cunnilinngus  23. A stuffed animal 24. A kiss on the lips 25. Their umbrella 26. An apology 27. Cuddles on the couch

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS   !    

send a symbol from your muse to mine.   add  ↪  for a reverse from my muse to yours !

🍳   :   cook breakfast in bed for my muse.

💝   :   give a box of chocolates to my muse.

🍿    :   watch a rom-com with my muse.

💐   :   give flowers to my muse.

👙    :   buy lingerie for my muse.

💌   :   leave my muse a card from a secret admirer.

🍽️   :   take my muse out for dinner for two.

❤️   :   give a gift to my muse.   (   specify.   )

🐶   :   surprise my muse with a puppy.

🐱   :   surprise my muse with a kitten.

💔   :   break up with my muse.

🏩   :   book a valentine’s trip away with my muse.

💍    :   propose to my muse.

🔥    :   flirt with my muse.

😳   :   confess your muse’s love to my muse.

😘   :   kiss my muse.

🐻   :   give my muse a valentine’s teddy bear.

💃    :   dance with my muse.

🚫   :   spend valentine’s day with my muse platonically   :   no partners allowed !

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Hmm... Starters

“Well that’s an interesting predicament…”

“How did you get yourself there?”

“Care to share how you wound up in this situation?”

“I don’t want to talk about how or why I’m here, just help.”

“You have a thoughtful look on your face.”

“You’re looking a little spacey.”

“I could elaborate, but I won’t.”

“Can you explain this to me one more time?”

“I have questions, and I doubt you have answers to them.”

“I don’t think any amount of explanation is going to save whatever headache this is giving me.”

“I don’t need to explain anything.”

“I could tell you what happened, but you will not believe me.”

“I would like to claim plausible deniability.”

“Nothing you say is going to make this any better.”

“I put a lot of thought into this.”

“I didn’t think this through.”

“I thought about this a lot and it still came out like this.”

“Sometimes I just need a quiet place to think.”

“You really thought this all out?”

“It’s difficult to have a spare moment to myself these days.”

“You look suspicious.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

“Do you just stare while you think?”

“You have a thoughtful look about you, something up?”

“Hmm… oh what? Sorry, it’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

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👀

SEND ME ‘👀’ FOR SOMETHING MY MUSE HAS SAID ABOUT YOURS TO SOMEONE ELSE / WHEN THEY’RE NOT AROUND.

“dad! i ain’t done nothing but hang around the guy! i dunno what uce is puttin’ in your head… i told you, i was havin’ a weekend out with him. i can’t hava weekend with my friends without this family running rumors around? luna was with us for christ sakes. he didn’t see shit but what he made up.”

“NO i’m not locking his dick up!! is this how you handle guy problems??? don’t answer that. seriously, i don’t know what to think. andy’s being so… different to me, i’m getting so fucking attached to him and i’m scared it’s not real. i’m going to throw up going to his place tomorrow. what if he has a fancy million dollar pot and i break it?”

“blaise? supreme? i can think of numerous things he’s good at, but are we sure he’s even in that picture? just because he walks around looking like my model boy toy and lighting things up in our room doesn’t mean i know if he’s the supreme or not. it is my bedroom too. sure it’s not me?”

“hey… archie andrews issa damn idiot, i know. but, nobody gives ‘em credit, like they should. is not all talent… his music. watched him practice for hours. he spent forever learning guitar. think i even memorized his… hands, well enough to play. hey, maybe it sucks and my f-… fond feelings carried onto that. i just know he’s not all… stupid.”

“god, he’s real fucking cute. and he’s so smart and a fucking nerd too, like, a cute one that hurts to think about. and a total sweetheart. am i swooning? i might be swooning. maybe i just need to sleep it off, you’re probably right.”

“me and hayden? yeah, i reckon we’re good friends… yeah, you can hold hands with your friends. we’re just holding hands in that, yeah? ….okay, look, i can explain that one… no i can’t. let’s move on, i’m not talking about it!”

“i’ve only kissed one other person and it was you! and we’re both gay now! i don’t think you have a lot to go off of next to ezra and the girls who were trying to eat you alive. what if she thought i was a bad kisser? i bumped faces with her and everything! it was embarrassing!”

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    what if people knew that these were real?

                     leave my closet door open all night

                                             i know the cia would say:

                                                      what you hear is all hearsay

― ANDY PARKS.

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    some days, things just take           way too much of my energy                 i look up and the whole room's spinning

― APHRODITE RAYFIELD.

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    i'm drenched in my sins, i am dripping with shame

                               defying my reasons, denying my heart

                                            i descend to hellfire, i am torn apart

― BLAISE CARTER.

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      where fears and lies melt away

                                              music will tie

                                                        wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen i 

― EZRA CLIFTON.

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