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Fox wasn’t sure exactly how many Monster drinks he had consumed during his shift at the firehouse but he did know that, if given the opportunity, he would’ve continued to go on calls. Luckily his coworkers had convinced him to leave with the rest of them but as soon as they drove off to go catch up on sleep, he was alone with enough energy to light the entire city. The only thinkable solution was to go find a local basketball court so he could insert himself into some random game, which wasn’t his worst idea of the day. Taking his skateboard out of his backpack he lowered it to the ground, quickly hopping on as he swung his bag back over his shoulder and headed off towards his building. Before he made it to the courts, however, he recognized a familiar face, his own evidently happy by the grin on his lips that crinkled to the corner of his eyes. “Hey!” the man called, stopping his board next to them, “Are you busy?”

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This was day number two of Fox recuperating from his last twenty-four hour shift. He was insanely grateful for the chance to relax but it was almost as if he had too much time on his hands. He had already deep cleaned the entire apartment, gone grocery shopping, and even did his laundry. The only thing he could think of next was being festive, not including decking the place out in lights. His parents had always made their employees go crazy with decorations but it always felt empty and fake. The only real tradition he ever felt for the season was watching the Home Alone movies, over and over again. Somehow, Kevin made him feel less alone.

With the electric fireplace going under the television, he was warm enough to relax in a navy blue tee with the FDNY emblem on the chest and his favorite gray sweatpants. The only way he could be more comfortable would be if he was in boxers but due to the incoming company, that was no longer an option. Not to Fox, anyway. His eyes stared blankly as he zoned off in the direction of the movie, the words not even reaching his ears. The man jumped slightly as he heard the knock at the door, his train of thought completely derailed. It didn’t take long for him to reach the entrance, a dopey grin plastered on his face as he looked the other over. His cheeks flushed light pink as he rolled his eyes playfully, stepping to the side to make room, “I told you that I always look cute.”

the day had been agonizing. Not a moment had lulled lincoln from his boredom, his stormy blues had been half hooded all day, from either pure exhaustion or the chemicals that had been slowly leaving his system. He let his glossy eyes flicker over to the clock, it had been later than he expected, but the sun hung heavy in the sky, so he should have known better. A devilish smirk played across his features as his phone buzzed in response to the sweep of messages he had sent across his phone. No response intriguing him more than the one from Fox. Pulling himself out of the makeshift comatose state he found himself in, he slipped into light ripped jeans, a basic grey shirt. He didnt bother even looking at himself before he left, his hair unruly and untamable was surely doing whatever it was it did. The brisk walk to Fox’s apartment had been loud, this city was nothing like his home, filled with people who he didnt want to look at and sights he didnt care to see. The only thing driving him out of his apartment was the delicate tango that he knew he and Fox would play. It was always fun to watch him, the man who had flushed whenever a compliment danced out of Lincolns mouth, but still insisted he didnt have feelings for men. The thought was enough to bring a sly smirk to his lips as he finished the rest of the journey. He let his fingers rasp at the door as he waited out in the brisk december air. As the door came open he smiled, an intuative step being made in his direction, his posture dripping in confidence and oozing sex, that same devilish grin he wore a moment previously found its way back to his lips. “dont you look cute”

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cuteness overload

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~TAG DROP~

{ + scrunched noses & man buns || faceclaim } - faceclaim

{ + tattered vans & hair bands || about } - about / headcanons

{ + mountains & moonshine || aesthetics } - aesthetics

{ + flashing lights & singing sirens || music } - music

{ + onto the next call || tasks } - tasks / answered asks

{ + out of cares || ooc } - out of character

{ + fox & muse } - threads

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Fox, in his never ending need to lose his sobriety, had always been willing to take whatever drug was handed to him. Sometimes he’d ask what the mystery substance was and sometimes he’d just take the risk, waiting to feel whatever high would come his way. The list of dealers in his phone became forever growing, most of them not even considered friends. However, there was a select few that he’d consider pals, or at least... acquaintances. The man on his way over to his apartment was different though, with a label that Fox just could never put his finger on. They had a history, no matter how awkward it might be. It was a bit unnerving every time he came around, a feeling almost like when he’d learn a particularly difficult trick on his skateboard. The risk of injury was always there in the back of his mind. His heart started to speed up a bit as Elton spoke up, the adrenaline beginning to kick in. The cartoons continued to blare from the surround sound speakers, his bowl of Lucky Charms still in hand as he gave him a half smile. His free hand went to the back of his head, running through his hair, “Thanks. It makes sense, I think? It might just be because it’s lowkey dirty though.” A small laugh escaped from his lips as he gradually calmed down a bit, the initial awkwardness fading slightly, “Alex and I, I guess it’s kinda half and half? I dunno. My bedroom is pure me though.” His tongue moved across his bottom lip, the small smile still evident as he pulled the money from his own pocket, “I would’ve taken cocaine too. I’m like 99% sure you won’t bring me anything from my no-go list, even if I don’t tell you whats on it.”

𝖋𝖔𝖝 // closed.

        stepping into the other’s apartment was something familiar, yet always gave elton a vast amount of goosebumps and uneasiness in his stomach. he was clad in all black, joggers that hugged his bottom half and a zip-up that covered his top. the baseball hat on his head, an obvious yankees symbol on the top, lay naturally above his curls while he looked around the home. there were still two months and some before his spring training even started and elton, always having a good amount of drugs on his person, had been relaying them to different people, close friends, for a small profit. he didn’t need the cash, nor did he need the amount of drugs he was given, so it was a win-win on his part. a low whistle escaped his lips as he looked around, observing his surroundings with a neutral expression over his facial features and hands dug into his hoodie pockets. “ i’ve got to say. this is a pretty nice place. looks… homier than mine, if that makes sense. like, homey in the sense where you can tell someone lives here. do you decorate yourself ? “ he asked casually, knowing the small talk was pointless, but still attempting. “ anyway. i’ve got your.. present. “ he stated, removing his hand from his pocket with a baggie of white powder. “ it’s not cocaine, don’t worry baby. just some.. barbiturates, let’s say. “ @fohfox​

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“I think, and just hear me out here for a second...” Fox tilted his head before narrowing his eyes, leaning down to get a better look at the different coffees. It wasn’t usually his beverage of choice so he didn’t know much about it, but he was determined to offer up his best advice. “I’d go with the espresso, probably. But instead of using water, I’d recommend an energy drink. Bang, Monster, Red Bull, even Reign.” With a shrug, the man stood up straight again, a dopey grin forming on his face, “It’ll give it that extra kick, y’know? Or your heart will give out, who knows?”

“so, which coffee do you think is stronger and will keep me up for the most amount of hours?” he wonders mostly talking to himself, peering at the tiny words scrawled on the both packaging forms. “i’m thinking a double shot of espresso trumps a short macchiato, but the macchiato tastes better,” alex muses, helplessly shrugging after a moment or two, unable to decide between the two. that, or his brain after running nonstop for the past 26 hours was giving up on him but sleep was a luxury he didn’t have the pleasure of enjoying right now. not when he had a million and one things still left to do.

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iMessage: Fox/Link

Lincoln: youre cute in all your clothes, but not all your clothes are cute.

FOX: i think... im insulted. but also honored??

FOX: just hurry up and get your ass over here.

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iMessage: Fox/Link

Lincoln: thats what I like to hear.

Lincoln: I'll fix that, be over in 10

Lincoln: wear something cute 😘😘

FOX: dude wait hold on

FOX: i thought all my clothes were cute:/

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iMessage: Fox/Link

Lincoln: you busy?

FOX: never too busy for you

FOX: im watching home alone while home alone, a sad life

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Yall got healthy relationships w your mom ? What’s that like

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~INTRODUCTION~

sitting on the edge of a high rise roof with a full moon overhead, a full bic lighter always on hand, too many pairs of vans scattered around the bottom of the closet, rings left behind on wrists from brand new hair ties, the scent of the last cigarette smoked still lingering on lips.

new york’s very own fox foster was spotted on broadway street in cadmium yellow/tidepool vans mix & match sk8-his . your resemblance to jack mulhern is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty- first birthday bash . while living in nyc ,  you’ve been labeled as being reticent , but also adventurous . i guess being a pisces explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be sitting on the edge of a high rise roof with a full moon overhead, a full bic lighter always on hand, too many pairs of vans scattered around the bottom of the closet . & ( cis male & he/him  )

Sup y’all! I’m PJ, 20 years old, and I use he/him pronouns! My timezone is EST, New York babeyy! Some possibly interesting stuff about me is that I work at an aquarium and I’ve gone cage diving with sharks. Other than that, I’m pretty boring, so here’s my boy Fox! I promise he’s a lot more interesting.

Fox was born to rich parents, something most would be grateful for. His father has a lumber company and his mother is an actress. He never saw them much growing up but that was fine because he didn’t care much for them anyway. Cold, sure, but they were more like absent roommates than parental figures.

If he could fight one person on this Earth, it would be his father without a second thought. There’s a lot of suppressed anger towards him, mostly because he’s just a giant turd. Never really cared about Fox, or his mother, or anything besides his money.

Fox is used to being in the spotlight because of his mother but it’s never been something that he enjoyed. To the public, he looks kinda like a douche. Rarely smiling, hoodie up, head down. He became fairly known for flipping the paps off and has almost gotten physical with them more than once. As someone who thoroughly enjoys his privacy, there’s nothing that’ll tick him off more than seeing the flash of a fancy camera.

He did fairly decent in high school, not that anyone noticed, but it was enough for him to graduate early and earn a college scholarship. Majoring in forestry and fire management, he wants to one day fuck off into the middle of the woods with a husband.

Speaking of husbands, my boy is gay. Like full, 100% gay as fuck. But also so deep into the closet that he found that lamp in Narnia. He’s afraid to come out because of the media’s reaction and also, his turd of a dad will have a meltdown. So for now, until he can get out of the city and the spotlight, he’ll play straight.

Even though his parents give him an insane weekly allowance, Fox still likes to work. Until he can go elsewhere, he’s using his fire management skills with the fire department. So far, he absolutely loves it. Minus having to borrow other people’s urine because hey, he’s a pothead.

Fox loves being fucked up. Drunk, high, whatever. However he won’t go into work unless he’s sober because it’s a dangerous job. Not only his life would be on the line, but his coworkers and civilians as well.

He’s honestly a sweet dude who just wants to live a peaceful life out of view of the entire world. He may not be totally open with people but he enjoys helping others out and going on insane adventures. He’s the type of dude to try to ride on the top of the Subway or climb out on the Statue of Liberty’s torch.

Okay I think that’s enough, right? I’m gunna throw some wanted connections out there now.

A best friend! Someone who has been around him for years and knows that he’s not just the dick everyone sees through the camera.

An enemy? He’s generally pretty chill but it’s also not hard to tick him off.

A crush or friend with benefits? Sneaking around and trying to make sure they don’t get caught, fuck my boy up!

Literally all of the connections. I want them all!

OKAY now I’m done. If you want to plot just give this a like and I’ll slip into your DMs;) or you can find me on discord @ pjnfluff#3272 !

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