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Please make anonymous prompts for things you would like to see, or anonymously fulfill prompts by creating stories, poetry, drawn art, music, or anything! I just want to say that this prompt meme is open to people of all skill levels, so have fun!

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- This is the Pathologic Prompt Meme, and it's SFW! Please post any NSFW prompts or fills into the NSFW Pathologic Kink Meme. A good rule of thumb is whether or not you'd be comfortable with your boss at work looking over your shoulder and reading what you have on screen.

- If you're worried about anything being a little too gore-heavy (e.g. certain medical procedures can be), or etc., please post it in the NSFW Pathologic Kink Meme. This decision is for folks who have limits in regard to certain explicit things. Speaking of explicit things...

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- Multiple fills to a single prompt is not only accepted, but wonderful! It's a win-win for everybody!

- In the case of a filler of a prompt going inactive for a long time in the middle of a story, it's okay for a different person to continue where they left off. Please make it obvious that you're not the original author, and then feel free to write.

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Stakh took another drink of his twryne, how he was ended sitting here in his warehouse with Grief sitting on the boxes in the corner was a loss to him. He really didn't understand why he let Grief get under his skin so easily. But he had given in to his suggestion of letting loose. Only allowing such a thing in the privacy of a place many didn't even acknowledge existed.

"And you always got hurt when we were younger, god I swear every other day you came to me with a new injury to fix. Cub always handed you off, he might have fixed you up twice in five years." Stakh was smiling through his retelling of the events, he had been exasperated by it once, but looking back at it now he could easily see it as a staple of his childhood. Something that pulled him away from so many conversations, but as much as he complained and teased he doesn't remember ever hating it. Not fully.

"No, Artemy was just a parrot for so many of our misadventures. Though I give him merit for his trust. I ask for one favor and he never lets go of it." Grief told, which made Stakh roll his eyes and scoff.

"Drop the dramatics, tell me what you want to say and don't put a mask on. It's annoying." Stakh told, resting his own elbows on his knees as he looked to where Grief sat. Always on boxes, always at places he shouldn't be. As if climbing everything will give him an advantage.

"Fine, fine," Grief moved off the boxes, taking steps down as he spoke. "You wanna know the real reason behind Artemy never fixing me up?"

"Tell me." Stakh took another drink from the bottle, holding it out to offer Grief. They'd been passing it back and forth since nightfall.

Grief took the bottle and handed it back to Stakh after a swig. "I asked had him when I was like ten if he would let you be the only one to patch me up. Kind asshole kept up with it too till... well ya know that part."

Grief broke his leg after falling off from the top of their warehouse roof, Stakh had been the only one not present at the incident. He only saw Grief's bandaged up leg and the praise Artemy got for his quick thinking and work. Something that Stakh had thought about a lot when it had happened because of course the one time he wasn't there to fix Grief up when he got hurt Artemy got a gold star for doing so. Of course, the time Grief actually needs help Stakh isn't there. He was naturally bad at things like that.

"Why would you do that?" Stakh asked, already having ten predictions on the true answer and what was most likely but wanting to see how Grief would respond. One particular one he hoped for a bit more than the rest.

"You were a year younger than me, taller, smarter, and more handsome than anything I ever could have been. I fancied you, simple as that." Grief told, leaning against the wall yet still looking at everywhere besides Stakh. It was an honest confession, told heartfully. "You never noticed?"

" I just... thought that was how you were. Quite dramatic and trying to get the attention of others through daring acts of stupidity. It felt like you were trying to win everyone's favor." Stakh told, watching Grief's movements. He might have asked himself that when they were younger but no one showed interest in Stakh. He had to push to be wanted, and he only ever pushed for that want by... outside sources. No one his friends would know, someone he could avoid again if needed.

"You are such the charmer Stanislav, no wonder you've never been single." Stakh dramatically rolls his eyes towards Grief which only makes him laugh. "Lara I just liked to annoy, she was basically my older sister, I enjoy being a pain in the ass and loved her so I was always like that with her. As for Cub..."

Grief trails off, looking towards the door as if searching for words he doesn't know how to find. "He was Artemy Burakh, ya know?"

He looked back to Stakh with a faint smile and a knowing look. Which Stakh understood completely and telling from that he found in that look they had been in a similar position with their feelings for their friend.

"But you... you weren't two years older than me, destined to be some town leader, from some noble family, you didn't have the parents or the money. You studied hard and earned your spot in that house, you were three years younger than Artemy and always just as smart as him." Grief told, watching his hands as he played with them.

"So you liked me because I was a poor, orphan who no one cared about, had no future and studied?" Stakh asked, almost teasing his word choice but not actually joking with any of it.

"You're so dramatic Stakh. I liked you because you cared and worked hard. You put the time in the three of us never did as kids. And yeah, we were on common ground which isn't a bad reason to like you. During the plague we found we still are, we just end up in the same place. We tend to have no choice in it either." Stakh watched the door during this, the description felt strange and almost as if it wasn't really about him. He was bad at understanding... compliments? Was that what this was? He really couldn't tell.

"So what made you stop feeling like that?" Stakh asked once more, letting curiosity run his questions. Of course, Grief would confess to such feelings only long after he stopped feeling them. People often didn't find it worthwhile to pursue him.

"Hm, oh maybe it was when you and Lara decided to shun me after Artemy left and I started doing unlawful things. As if just knowing me would make you two go to jail." Grief's tone turned a bit harsh and regret filled Stakh's chest. Yeah, he fucked up with that one.

"I'm... sorry about that. It was unfair of us to that." Stakh told, looking towards his friend. Grief nodded but his eyes were softer than before and he hoped he believed that. Stakh found it annoyingly hard to apologize about things like that, but for some reason, he felt like he should do it here and now. For some reason, he decided that he had the courage to do it.

Lara said his avoidance of apologizes when he was so clearly in the wrong was often the reason for most of his and Artemy's problems. Lara was often correct about most things.

"No, I... didn't actually ever get over it." Grief grabbed the bottle and took another drink from it. It was close to empty by now, which made sense considering how long they had been talking.

"Oh." Stakh knew that was a horrible response to a confession of attraction. But it also an accident and all he knew how to say. He stood up.

"Does that mean you would be okay with me saying that fixing you up as a kid taught me how to work under nervous pressure?" He tried, unsure how to actually say what he wanted but knowing how to bring it up. Isidor had put him through his own trials but Grief was the first and consistent person he had to work on by himself.

"Mhm." Grief smiled, looking up to the other man. He was intimidating, tall, stoic, an asshole, yet nervous. Even now Stakh looked as if people would come in here and hurt him.

He pushed off the wall, standing in front of Rubin. "If that still could be the case, then..."

Rubin stared at his lips, nerves spiking which made him look at the door once more. As if him having the possibility of a good time would lead to someone knocking down the door and hurting them. Though sometimes it really did feel like every time something good happened it was followed by something worse.

By the time he looked back to Grief, the redhead had his hand up to his collar and pulled him down for their lips to meet.

Lara also always said Stakh seemed to need a push, but once he fell he did it with great expertise. Grief believed Lara more often then he believed himself.

Omg, I love this so much????

OP here and: !!!!!

This is exactly the kind of thing I was after! The joking and friendliness even while they're doing something so vulnerable, the clear sense of their history together...

Stakh EXPECTING things to go badly because he's so used to that being the outcome for him ;_;

It's perfect, thank you so much!

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