9 Works by basilisque
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“Guys, you guys,” Frank says quickly, both looking and sounding out of breath, “I’ve got news! Great news.” He smacks his palm against the counter and presents the three of them with a flyer. On it, in large, bold letters, reads: AA SUPPORT GROUP, JOIN NOW!
Dennis sighs and pauses another second, as if to finalize his thoughts and decision, and then says, “Okay, we’ll check this out. But only because of the chicks. If there isn’t a pristine woman for me to manipulate into having the best sex of her life, then I’m out.”
Frank shrugs and pats the side of Charlie’s arm. “Sounds like a plan.”
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It’s not until Cliff’s rough hand grips him under the thigh that Rick truly realizes just what they’re getting into, but the pounding in his chest thrills him. The lump in his throat is invigorating and he finds himself wanting more, wanting to know where this takes them. If not for Cliff and his awfully handsome self, then solely for the experience.
Whatever he can get, Rick decides he’ll take.
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“Do you wanna try?”
The words are garbled together, fast and breathless, but Stan still catches them.
What?
“What?”
He finds Kyle’s viridian gaze through the sudden blur that encapsulates the corners of his vision. His face is still as red as his hair, but his lips are pursed and his eyebrows are knit together in the middle, not quite certain and not quite uncertain.
“Do you wanna try kissing?” Kyle asks again. Then, almost rushed, he adds, “Each other. Kissing…each other.”
Or, Kyle asks Stan to be his temporary practice-kissing buddy. None of it goes according to plan.
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“Stan,” Kyle says. He notices. He always does.
“It’s stupid,” Stan whispers hoarsely. Barbed wire coils up his throat and he can feel hot liquid stream down his cheeks.
“Stanley,” Kyle repeats, firmer. He scoots backward, closer, and takes Stan’s free hand in his own. Stan can feel Kyle hesitate, but he slowly locks their fingers together and presses the palms of their hands against one another. The warmth is oddly cooling where their skin touches. “It’s not stupid,” he continues, softer, lighter. “You’re crying. It’s not stupid—don’t belittle your own emotions like that.”
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Dig Your Nails Into My Scalp (My Heart) by rpfing (basilisque)
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
14 Jan 2023
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”Drew.”
”What?”
Kurtis scrunches his nose up, one hand scratching aimlessly at the nape of his neck. “If you like that hairdresser guy so much, just…I dunno, ask him out like a normal person? You’re doing backflips to try and see him when you can just,” he pauses, then settles on repeating, “be normal.”
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"Look at you," Mark coos gently as he slots himself in the empty space right beside his boyfriend, "getting ready to hibernate, hm?"
Ethan grumbles something inaudible in his direction, but leans toward him when Mark stretches his arm around the back of his shoulders and pulls him into his side.
"Tired?"
"Not really," he says, and although he sounds tired, Mark decides not to push it.
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It was innocent; all Ethan did was loan Mark his jacket, completely forgetting his iPod was inside. It was cute, honestly, it was—who still uses iPods anymore (especially someone with the funds that Ethan has)? Nevertheless, it didn't have a password, and Mark was curious about Ethan's music taste.
In his defense, he never would've expected to find a playlist with his name as the title.
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"Careful," Freddy says.
Gregory bites his lip and keeps his hands out to his sides to prevent any imbalance on his part. "I know what I'm doing."
"Really? 'Cause you almost fell just now."
"I did not," he grumbles, growing red in the face.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Superstar. I would've caught you."
A painfully irritated, yet affectionate puff of air escapes Gregory's nostrils. "Gee, thanks, Freddy."
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- Part 2 of Occulta Sidera
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Something About Us by ivoriced (basilisque) for theatxt
Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's
02 Jan 2022
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Freddy snorts and drags his hands up to settle over the curved collar of his button-up crop-top. His fingers nudge the fabric back and forth as his eyes trace love-lines along Monty’s jaw. “You’re a silly man, Mont.”
“You like silly men.”
“I prefer you.”
Monty rolls his eyes, nothing short of affectionate. “I meant me, Fredbear.”
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- Part 1 of Occulta Sidera