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@gcldenfool // continued from x.

“i...do love you, gavin,” michael whispered, tentatively moving a bit closer. he regretted saying that. he shouldn’t have said that. “i...just wish you didn’t... sell your body like this. i wish you didn’t.”

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@gcldenfool // continued from x.

“i know that. i get that,” michael murmured, glaring at the other for a moment. “i’m just... surprised.”

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@gcldenfool // continued from x.

[to: boi] what's up? you okay?

#( ic. ) — the wolf prowls beneath dim streetlights and neon signs. #can i request a/b/o boys bc i will not Chill About a/b/o

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The smell of blood was almost overwhelming. It clung to his hair and clothes, accompanied by a thick liquid. A hand was wrapped around Michael’s arm, trying to contain the bleeding. His head was bleeding, too, but Michael was positive that that cut wasn’t the worst of it. 

Slinking into an alleyway, Michael slid down the brick wall, tilting his head back and stared at the night sky. He couldn’t go to a hospital (he was a criminal for christ’s sake), and his comm had been destroyed. Michael’s vision was beginning to go back, too, and dizziness was settling in. Sitting down seemed like the best option here. 

#( ic. ) — the wolf prowls beneath dim streetlights and neon signs. #( young gta v. ) — knuckles raw and bones colliding. bruised from fighting too much. #gxvin #queue

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@mxkersmxrk // continued from x.

"Aw, shucks," Michael rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I'm your fucking brat, so deal with it, bitch."

#( ic. ) — the wolf prowls beneath dim streetlights and neon signs. #mxkersmxrk #qd.

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❛why do you keep staring at them?❜

"They're cute," Michael murmured. Swirling his scotch, Michael ripped his gaze away from the said person, a couple tables down from them. With a small huff, Michael turned his gaze back to his date across from him.

“Calm the fuck down, boi.”

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✿

shy kiss

It was dark. Michael could barely see. The dim lighting did nothing to really help besides give Michael a clue to Gavin’s silhouette. It was the perfect time to show the kid more affection than he usually did, right?

Scooting forward a little bit, Michael’s fingers tucked under Gavin’s chin. His thumb rubbed underneath the other lad’s lower lip, savoring in the warmth. 

“Shhh,” Michael murmured, leaning forward before brushing their lips together. It was just a ghosting, hesitant and shy.

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✉

[ msg not sent. ] you’re fucking stupid.

[ msg not sent. ] ARE YOU COMING OVER OR NOT YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER?? OR I WILL DUMP BEER ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING LAPTOP.

[ msg not sent. ] sometimes you’re so fucking useless so why the fuck do i thnk about you so much.

[ msg not sent. ] the bed feels empty without you next to me. im fucked.

[ msg not sent. ] you saved my ass today. thanks boi.

[ msg not sent. ] gavvvvviinnn. please grab me some nyquil? i feel like fucking shit. tell geoff for me that i don’t think i can do the assignment he wants me to do with rye today. 

#gcldenfool #( ic. ) — the wolf prowls beneath dim streetlights and neon signs.

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[ groom ]

❥ non-sexual acts of dominance — groom.( ‘ your muse adjusting mine’s appearance ‘ )

“You look great, Gav.” Finger tips gently smoothed over Gavin’s shirt, brushing out all of the wrinkles that threatened to make the shirt look like it hadn’t been ironed or washed with care. Michael could guarantee that the shirt had been carefully washed, with him and Jack around. 

“You’ll kill it out there, boi.”

#britishgold #( ic. ) — the wolf prowls beneath dim streetlights and neon signs. #lowkey trying out lowercase shit lol #qd.

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Tears

❥ non-sexual acts of dominance — tears.( ‘ your muse wiping away mine’s tears ’ )

Usually, Gavin didn’t have any rosy color to his cheeks. But now, the redness was prominent. Red surrounded Gavin’s eyes as if he hadn’t gotten enough sleep, and Gavin’s nose was red probably from sniffling. Hands gently cupped Gavin’s face, and Michael sighed, thumbing away Gavin’s tears. 

“Don’t cry, Gav, please. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

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✿

23. an eskimo kiss

“Come here, you stupid son of a bitch.” 

Fist clenched in Gavin’s crisp shirt, Michael jerked him hard towards him, almost threatening to rip the fabric. Adrenaline and angry coursed through Michael’s system—they almost got fucking killed back there, no surprise. Ever so gently, though, Michael brought him close enough to brush their noses together with a small sigh. Brown eyes averted their gaze as Michael grumbled, “Don’t ever do that shit again.”

#britishgold #( ic. ) — the wolf prowls beneath dim streetlights and neon signs. #qd.

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msg: we need to talk?

[ to: boi ] what did i do?

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❝If you’re not very mad… Can I sleep in your room tonight?❞

Clad in his pajamas, Michael reached to pull a beer out of the refrigerator. He opened up one of the drawers, pulling out the bottle opener. After cracking his beer open, Michael took a swig of the alcohol, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before he heard the softly spoken words and flipped around.

“I’m still mad at you.” Michael said. “So, no.”

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"Michael, you should kiss me."

Michael could even smell the reek of gunpowder on his own leather jacket—or, fuck, was that Gavin who reeked? Well, it was fucking one of them. The heist had gone to shit, and now they were trapped in an abandoned building that was absolutely getting swamped with LSPD as they hunkered down, Michael’s gone positioned over the barrier they were hiding behind. 

“Seriously? Now? Pick up your fucking gun and kill a pig, and I’ll fucking consider kissing your stupid fucking mouth.”

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✉

[ msg not sent. ] we should talk.

[ msg not sent. ] i think about you way too much to be fucking healthy.

[ msg not sent. ] i jerked off to the thought of you last night. no homo, right?

[ msg not sent. ] god, i wanna get you out of that stupid fucking apartment. i want to fucking spoil you. it's stupid.

[ msg not sent. ] holy shit i fucking want you so badly but you're a fucking citizen. i don't want you to get hurt because of me.

[ to: jon ] hey you motherfucker. you still coming over to watch GoT tonight?

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Clad in a tuxedo, Michael felt out of place. He longed for his leather jacket, simple t-shirt, and loose jeans. This was out of his comfort zone, but they had to do this. This shit felt like something out of a James Bond movie, which Michael enjoyed, but not when Gavin was tasked with being a frontman, and Michael, his fake date to this stupid dinner party in an attempt to sway this mob boss. 

With his glass of champagne in his hand, Michael took another one from the waiter. He wandered back through the crowd, shouldering his way through until he found Gavin again. Ear piece securely in his ear, Michael could hear Geoff talking, giving them instructions (more like giving them to Gavin), but Michael focused on handing Gavin his glass.

#( ic. ) — the wolf prowls beneath dim streetlights and neon signs. #britishgold #queue