#yxkanna

[fairytaletold]

@yxkanna // continued.

The fluttering of Nick’s heart is overwhelming. For a moment, pressed against him, it’s all that he can hear — like wingbeats of a panicked bird trapped within the cage of his chest, the tang of fear rising on damp skin. Vasile hates to be the one to do that; if he’d had time to be more gentle, he would have, but it isn’t his top priority right now. Because there’s a group of people outside the abandoned store they’ve been searching, and in a few moments? They’re coming in.

Before he can think better of it, he’s reached back. Ensnared Nick with fingers around one wrist, guiding him through the carnage of fallen shelves and skeletal remains. There’s a back door somewhere — leads to the loading dock he’d spotted before coming inside — and it doesn’t sound like anyone’s there yet ( or else they’re being impossibly quiet ). If they can sneak out, unnoticed, and wait until everyone else came in — well. It’s a lot easier than Plan B, at least. Although Plan B does benefit from being simple: he just kills everyone in sight.

[kxllerblond]

For a grown man, Clark has a lot of homework. Nick really has tried his very best to entertain himself while the blond toils away at whatever the fuck, but he’s not a patient man to begin with; hopefully Clark’s enjoyed his hour or so of undisturbed peace before Nick comes to disturb it again. There’s just enough room for him to slip between Clark and his desk, and in one fluid movement he wraps his arms around his neck and hoists himself into a straddle. Long legs fold and Nick’s chin finds Clark’s shoulder, entire body heaving in the most dramatic sigh he can possibly muster.

“How much longer are you gonna be?”

The hilarious(ly sad) thing about Clark and his work was that there was always MORE. He was like if Sisyphus could manage to roll his rock all the way only to then decide he wanted another go, trot back down, and find another won to roll back up. That was to say, even if Clark finished his paperwork, he would find someway to manifest or create more; Nick had never stood a chance.

Not too shy of the second hour mark and the man is there, managing to slip between his desk and Clark and then he's in his lap. His office chair groans at the added weight of another grown man but he's paid much too much money for it to give out so easily.

His hand holding the pen was raised slightly and, once Nick settles, he heaves his own overly dramatic sigh and tosses it gently onto the surface of the desk so his hands can find purchase around his waist.

❝ Depends... ❞ spoken almost cautiously, his gaze narrowing slightly at the adjacent wall in lieu of Nick whose chin currently dug into his shoulder. He lifted a hand to draw up his blue light lensed glasses to the top of his head. He cast a curt glance to his open desktop and the blinking cursor settled into the middle of an unfinished email.

❝ Likely into the early hours with this current batch but if my attention is needed elsewhere, as I suddenly feel inclined to assume it is, I can put it off for the rest of the evening. ❞

[godstrayed]

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　"If ignorance is happiness, please steal me from my head," he mused, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy beneath his charming demeanor. Having navigated the treacherous waters of the Capitol's decadence and the brutal realities of the arena, Finnick understood all too well the burden of knowledge and the weight it bore on one's soul. In a world where innocence was a luxury few could afford, he found himself longing for the blissful oblivion of ignorance, if only to escape the haunting memories that plagued his mind. And the best he could do was wine, it seemed. "Pass me the bottle. Do you mind?"

[miidnighters]

@yxkanna | birthday !

Bella doesn't make a big fuss about it. There's a soft happy birthday and extra kisses in the morning - and for a while that might be all Nick thinks there is. But by the afternoon, he'll notice an unmarked envelope in the spot where his keys normally go (so she can be sure he won't miss it). Inside are a pair of tickets for the next Rangers game - close, only a couple of rows back. Importantly - its a night game, so if he wanted, Bella could go too.

[soulmissed]

@yxkanna, cont.

“ just got in this mornin’. ” the boy responds, hooking his thumbs into backpack straps. sight of groceries notches a hunger pang. (his last meal – leftovers plucked from trash bin – was two days ago.)

“ i could carry some of that. ” a neighborly proposal. his chin juts to the pyramid of food in the man’s arms. scar-pocked hands reach out.

[vvhiskeyneat]

Spring is springing, which means it’s a little warmer than usual in Nick’s apartment. That’s fine; he takes a shower after getting out of bed and eventually wanders out to get himself a coffee.

Seojun’s there already. Not surprising in and of itself, but he’s wearing some flimsy tank top to combat the heat. Nick finds his gaze drawn to his shoulders, and he doesn’t know how long he’s stuck on them before he breaks his own spell.

“The fuck’re you doin’?”

Rummaging through the fridge to grab himself a bottle of beer to try and cool himself down with the rising temperatures outside, Seojun sounded a soft hum of acknowledgment upon hearing Nick's voice.

He knocked the fridge closed and turned about, looking the other up and down for a moment, "Someone's got an attitude today." He commented, using the counter to pop the cap off his beer before lifting it to his lips and taking a swig.

A soft sigh of relief escaped his lungs as he offered the bottle out to his counterpart, reaching up with his free hand to fan himself with his tank top a bit. "I think I've got to work on your AC again."

[exquisitexagony]

9 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

last song: Ode to a Recession - Brye

favorite color: mossy greens, teal/aqua shades, purple esp. pastel purple or lavender

currently watching: uhhh like in general? i guess alice in borderland is the one i'm most attached to but we're having issues with netflix right now so i haven't really been watching shows lately sadly...oh we did start season 2 of our flag means death only to find out it's been cancelled so that kinda sucks but still going to watch it 'cos it's a gay 'ol time

spicy/savory/sweet: spicy

relationship status: married

current obsession: Wonka

TAGGED BY: @ellyxyeur

TAGGING: @miidnighters @richardxoliverxmayhew @heartxshaped-bruises @wcnka @ghostsxagain @scinglives @ricketybcnts @byanyan @yxkanna

[crimesought]

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Cassian looked to the bard, his head tilted slightly. Black waves moving with him as he examined him. " Do you play list or just do the sword stuff?"

[mystiika]

@yxkanna — a random christmas starter for the love of his life <3

gift giving had never really been isaac's strong suit given his lack of experience permeating through all his young. but the more he aged & the more he found joy celebrating christmas, the more fun he found it. gifts to really catch nick by surprise were his favourite, isaac trying to pick things he knew nick would love but wouldn't think to ask for himself. espcially since it could be tough pulling an answer from him some of the time. but this year, his gift was SOLID.

the box shows a sweater first ( one isaac thought would look great on nick & really compliment his eyes ). but upon pulling it out to inspect, an envolope was set to fall — 2 tickets to what's arguably one of the biggest games the rangers would be playing that season. they weren't front row, but they were pretty damn close.

❝ so? am i good or am i good.. ! ❞ & he just looks so proud of himself because he knows he absolutely NAILED IT.

[welcometothevale]

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The small, polite smile he wore faltered at the sarcastic greeting, but when he introduced himself Bo let it go. He'd definitely received worse from his actual friends; it didn't really bother him. Though, they usually did it out of love and not annoyance. He awkwardly cleared his throat, "uh, I'm Bo. I guess I will leave you to it. Sorry for the noise."

This was his first apartment. He'd always lived in a fully furnished dorm room, but now he had to do things like build shitty furniture from online and figure out how to arrange it. "I'm currently still assembling. You wouldn't happen to have a spare allen wrench, would you?"

[lcngdays]

@yxkanna from (here)

After what can only be counted as an awkwardly long pause, Xavier frowns. Well, it's really less of a frown and more of a general scrunching up of his facial features. Almost as if he'd bitten into a lemon. Then he sighs, loudly.

"yeah i guess."

[fairytaletold]

@yxkanna // continued.

This shouldn’t have happened. What had even happened? One second they’re kissing: Nick’s hands are sliding deftly past the belt line of his pants, legs locked to keep him in place, and Vasile is turning his head to expose the delicate flesh of his throat —

He shouldn’t have gotten hit at all. He’s quick enough to have dodged, to have caught the wrist as nails came for him, but truthfully, he’s not on guard at all when he’s around Nick. Even the uptick of his heart is only the barest warning, and then his skin raises in welts dragged across from eyes to chin, and he’s left blinking as his husband scrambles away.

The fear in the air chokes him. It hits harder than any slap — the fact that he’s somehow done this, caused this to the person he’s never wanted to scare. What had happened? ( What did he do? ) Should he apologize or just give Nick space? Is it better to be close or not be there? Long moments pass, silence heavy, cloying, each inhale an active fight to draw in breath. He wants to run away, to hide, but he knows well enough by now what Nick thinks of being left. So he stays. Even if he’s not wanted, he stays — stupid, loyal dog ready to curl up here and die. To wait until he’s wanted again.

Nick’s pain is palpable to him. He tastes it against his tongue, feels it in the constant vibration of his leg against the ground. Say something! But he doesn’t know what’s wrong, so his encouragement falls flat.

❛ But I do. ❜ This, at least, he knows for sure. It’s a certainty that runs bone deep, a promise he can make blind eyed. It will be okay — because Vasile won’t settle until Nick is good again. ❛ I know. ❜ Maybe his determination adds some backbone to his tone; he hopes it does.

Trust me.

( Forgive me. )

[kxllerblond]

❛  There’s a reason I never told you all of this.  ❜

❝-—I'm still waiting to hear that reason is, Nick. I mean, furthermore, what changed for you to end up telling me regardless? ❞

[miidnighters]

@yxkanna | continued from ☾

Part of the reason Bella had bought this apartment was for the tub, though she hadn't been considering sharing it with anyone at the time. But she'd taken one look at him when he'd come home, how he was favouring that shoulder just a bit, and ushered him in without a second thought.

She threads soapy hands through his hair, massaging gently at his temples as he lets out that pleased hum, sinking a little further into the water between her knees.

"I don't think you have, Nicky darling." She's speaking in almost a hush, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the moment. "Will you tell me?"

[velvetineblue]

"If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call 911." ( lol )

" why? so they can make it worse? "

" no thanks man; you made the mistake of giving me your number, and now I'm gonna use it. " and abuse it. " you're my on-call doctor from now on. "

[vvhiskeyneat]

❝ Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ( @ seojun LMFAO )

Seojun licked the inside of his cheek, not moving his head, but merely his eyes to look down at Nick for a moment.

After a beat, he tilted his head to the side, "What do you think you deserve?" Came his low, rumbling inquiry.