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needlebomb) wrote2021-01-24 05:34 pm
needlebomb) wrote2021-01-24 05:34 pm
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un: tl94
i could use a partner who's not a snitch
un: acidking
what do you need?
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un: batman
I think I've got something for you.
It's Stiles, by the way.
un: acidking
sorry if i wasn't clear about that earlier.
1/3
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un: tl94
second shelf of the dresser by the door, next time ur there
[Tate dropped by the motel to leave a cassette tape tucked away in a nearly empty dresser next to what might've been a bible in other universes but instead is a porno in this one. He took some time to curate a set list of songs, with a lot of his favorites mixed with the newer things he came into contact with post-death and in Duplicity both. It still has a very grunge tinge to it, nonetheless.]
un: tl94
hey
how do u deal with a suckerpunch?
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[ actually - scratch that. he figures tate doesn't really care. ]
what happened?
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On the bed he's throw another sweater, a pack of cigarettes, a few grams of pot, a paperback copy of Ulysses and a pair of shoes. There's no note but Tate'll give it a little while to see if anything comes his way before he'll send out a text just to make sure the nerd found the goods.]
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Marcus is something of a suspicious person, however, and rather than assume these gifts came to him with good intentions, he assumes that Tate's-- up to something, or screwing with his head, or-- something unfair like that. The shoes are his favourite thing, out of all the presents here; you live on the streets for as long as Marcus did, and you learn the benefits of having real, solidly built shoes better than anyone. It takes him an hour or so to text Tate, but when they do start talking, Marcus is the one to make the first move. ]
were you in my hotel room?
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un: tl94 (misfire)
i'm hanging out with someone else
the guy i mentioned, with the motel?
he's cool b4 u ask
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which guy?
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MISFIRE | un: bulldawg
The video depicts Reggie in what appears to be a rather marathon sex session, appearing solo at first as he undresses cheekily for the camera, and then presents himself over a bed, at which point a male partner (whose face is never shown in-frame) begins to fuck him quite athletically and aggressively. This goes on with increasing intensity until both of them are spent, but then Reggie only seems to need a few minutes before he's recovered enough for another round, this time climbing on top of his partner and fucking him enthusiastically into the mattress.
How long this cycle continues likely depends on what sort of tips they got as incentives to keep going at the time this first uploaded-- maybe it's just the one round each before the feed ends, or maybe Reggie moves on to fuck a female partner while the other man slowly continues to recover, parting her legs and leaving a trail of bruising kissing along her neck as he enters her, no less energetic than before. The other man rejoins them before the two of them finish, repositioning the camera at an angle that better shows off both Reggie fucking the woman and the other man beginning to fuck Reggie again, and in this case the video would only end after all three of them had finished.
( Links are nsfw. ) ]
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Marcus freezes, indecision seizing up his hand and locking his eyes to the screen. There are very few people in Duplicity that Marcus has come to genuinely, heatedly dislike, but Reggie is one of them, and the less Marcus sees of him, the better. On the other hand, porn like this is... still not something that he's used to, all high quality and shown through film instead of through still pictures cut out of magazines and shared amongst teenage boys in secret. He has-- other reasons, for being interested in this, but he's sure as shit not going to admit it.
He watches the entire video through, stews in some extremely private feelings he won't be sharing with Reggie Fucking Mantle, and taps out a response as casually cutting as he can make it. Business as usual. ]
that other guy's pretty hot.
i mean, i'm not gay, or anything, but jesus, dude. are you okay? it must suck to be upstaged in your own video, especially by someone who barely even shows his face.
gotta sting. sorry you have to deal with that.
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un: tl94
where are u
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they're setting up a concert, i think.
why?
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He can see Marcus. That's a pinch in his chest, something that quickens his feet as he stops feeling so sour about having to share Derek and instead feels relieved to still have something else equally desirable. And, to his knowledge, all his to covet for the time being. He doesn't text him right away to find out where he is, he just heads home and peels off his sweater before he's climbing up into the treehouse feeling strange. It feels like longer than he remembers it being, and when he's up on the deck he feels quiet disassociated, drifting inside with his head full of air.]
... Hey.
[Speak of the devil. Tate looks at Marcus for a long beat, while rubbing his inner eye, and he doesn't know what he wants more. To go over to him or to go upstairs and find his fucking coke for a pick me up first. The place smells of fresh cigarette smokes and something else, and Tate chooses a different route and goes for a pizza box. Doesn't matter how old it is, he's opening it up and taking whatever's left out, taking a bite and then looking again at Marcus while he chews. 'Miss me?' sitting on the tip of his tongue.]
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Hey.
[ He sits up, runs his hands down his face, tries to wake up a little more. His shirt's messy, hasn't been ironed in weeks - it's the white button up from his school uniform, two of the buttons threaded into mismatched holes. Marcus runs his hand back through his hair and watches Tate drift around the loft, face expressionless despite the underlying excitement of seeing his friend again. Gotta act cool.
Tate drifts towards the pizza box and Marcus feels a twinge of something in his chest - satisfaction, but he won't explain why. His hand hesitates at his thigh - he wants to offer Tate a seat, but last time he did that, Tate didn't want to join him, so. He keeps his hand curled. ]
That's gotta be cold by now. I can get you something else.
[ The pizza can't be that cold - Marcus ordered it the second he got news people were filtering back out of the down. Thus the satisfaction when Tate beelined straight towards it. ]
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un: jizzledim
well, actually, i'm not really sure on the bathtub thing
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why? oh, man. wait.
please tell me you got a job.
i want to see what billy bennett looks like as part of the corporate machine. dressed head to toe in red and yellow, dipping frozen french fries in oil and serving them up to the masses by the trayful.
how short are your shorts? do you have to wear a little apron?
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un: tl94
u think of anything last minute we need?
i got batteries, another flashlight, some food and oil for the oil lamp
shelves r getting raided at the food stores so i'm still looking for dinner
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but uh —
do you even need to eat? being dead, and all.
pretty sure i could survive on cocaine and cigarettes until this all clears up, so. don't put yourself in too much danger if you're just tracking down food for my sake.
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un: batman
I heard the flooding's getting pretty bad below.
Water's not safe.
I mean, obviously, but like... doubly unsafe??
Anyway - just checking up, I guess.
How're you holding out?
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i'm in the up, actually. my friend's letting me crash with him. he's got a pretty cushy contract, so. his dom doesn't mind me being here.
it hasn't been bad so far.
wet ankles. that's it.
[ he's also extremely not sure how to thank stiles for checking in on him when stiles still doesn't know about... other shit, so he doesn't, even though it does, selfishly, touch him. ]
how are you holding up?
i can try and get out, if you need it. bring you some supplies.
we've got, uh, an oil lamp? if you want an oil lamp.
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» un: 🐝
I discovered a new use for the tape you gave me as a soundtrack for forlornly gazing out of the window whilst contemplating the existential dread of endless rain.
So.
[ you know. just looking for an excuse to message him. if that's cool. ]
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yeah? i do love an internally overwhelming sense of existential dread. hits me where i live.
it's nice to know you're listening to it. especially now. if it's getting you through all this.
i, uh, wasn't sure if it would be too much. the mixtape, i mean. obviously.
i mean, it's kind of a big thing to give someone on a first date, right? "hey, this is all extremely new, but here are some songs that kind of made me think about you", or whatever. not that they were even explicitly romantic. most of them. but. i wanted you to like them.
just seemed like a lot. so i'm glad. that you like it. if you do.
and i'm glad that i didn't come across as desperate. unless i did. so.
yeah.
[ yeah. yeah. oh, boy. he's just gonna stop talking. ]
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un: jizzledim
geralt said it's cool if you come stay with us until this shit blows over
[ technically, he said billy could have his friends over whenever he wants without having to ask, but - you know, same thing. ]
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i'm in the up. i'm okay. someone else took me in. sorry for not reaching out.
i could probably brave the waters and come over, if you're scared. not like i have anything else going on.
have you seen what's happening at the beach?
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un: tl94
which equals 2 dilemmas
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un: tl94
a stupid one but idk
feels worth asking
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shoot
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» delivery.
- a tiny protection charm mounted on an index card, which reads (For kids with secrets. The wearer cannot be coerced into revealing information against their will, by means magical or otherwise. -some shit is going around I guess.)
- the mixtape he owes
- an invitation for a party dated 8/1
- a blank notebook with a leather cover that can be removed/refilled whenever
- a couple joints of magically grown weed that he just bartered off a coworker and rolled himself. No description except one is labeled eat me and one drink me because apparently Henry was feeling whimsical at the time, but he doesn't remember what the effects are anymore.
On the underside of the lid he wrote just thought about youKeeping a promise -HC
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would u say it would be "a quick death"?
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yeah, totally
if there's one thing cats are known for it's not playing with their kills.
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un: tl94
idk i'm kinda high but i was thinking about something
that i wanna tell u
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text » un: cheng
wanna come to a birthday party?
un: acidking ▶ text
as a guest?
if you're looking for party favors, i can just give you what you need.
drinks or weed or music or whatever.
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un: tl94
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His bag hits the floor and rather than settle in, he slips up behind Marcus after seeking him out; fingers slipping up under his shirt as he envelops him from behind, chin tucked in against the crook of his neck. His hands are like ice but that's just the point. He laughs, softly, and is persistent in keeping them against Marcus' much warmer body.]
I need a warm up.
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