wishbone

like wildfire, It starts in my c h e s t . The silence grows louder, Ringing out in my head. I feel the Earth ( shaking ) under my feet, I feel the pressure building until I can't breathe. And it takes everything, And it all spills out. Reckless but honest words leave my mouth. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5321676"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[iconicgirls]

[bvbydclls]

like this for a starter based on something in your wishlist !!

[ddly-nightshade]

[bvbydclls]

samuel.

confusion is the major emotion that takes over the injured man’s features, brows furrowing into a tight knit, lips parting in slight surprise.  from the way this man is talking to him and acting  ( he’s tugging the blanket onto him better, asking all these questions ),  it’s clear that samuel should be able to recognize him and know who he is but he can’t.  his mind searches and searches for the right answer but comes up empty  ;  this is the first time he’s seeing him and he doesn’t understand what’s going on.    ❛  — i…  ❜    he croaks out, at the loss of words, as he glances at his doctors for help and answers.    ❛  sorry but…  who are you?  what are… what are you doing here?  ❜    his voice remains hoarse and deep from the lack of use.  if anything, you would’ve assumed that your family, your parents and siblings, would be the first faces you see after you wake up from something like a coma but perhaps it’s just samuel’s luck to have a random male going off on him, acting like a mama bird.    ❛  i’m fine but i don’t…  — i don’t understand, who are you?  should i know you?  ❜    he proceeds to question some more and now he’s certainly alerted the interest of his doctors.  samuel’s confused gaze shifts between the unfamiliar male and his doctors, trying to search their faces for any kind of answers but he’s provided with none.    ❛  will someone please tell me what’s going on?  ❜

if he didn’t know any better, riley might’ve thought that he was being messed with. if he hadn’t literally witnessed samuel being hit by a car he might’ve been convinced that this was all a horrible and twisted joke. the complete and utter confusion written on the other male’s face was more than enough to prove that wasn’t the case, though. his fiancé, the father of his child, didn’t recognise him. suddenly he felt nauseous and wasn’t entirely sure whether it was due to the fact he was still in the first trimester or because of the current situation, though he felt like it was more than likely the latter. ‘ you don’t -- you don’t remember me ? ’  he questioned, as if samuel hadn’t already made that perfectly clear to him. he barely managed to tear his gaze off of him to look at the doctors, all of them mumbling between themselves, throwing around suggestions of head cts and tests they’d already run before. as far as he’d been led to believe all of the vigorous tests and scans they’d taken had come up with nothing but surely this had to prove otherwise. ‘ what’s going on ?  why doesn’t he remember me ? ’  he felt a bit frantic really, ready to go off on tangent with millions of other questions. before he could get to that stage he was asked to step outside since ‘the stress wasn’t good for any of them right now’ and he hadn’t had any choice but to do as asked. riley didn’t know how to not feel stressed at that minute, was the thing. he couldn’t do anything but worry as the hours ticked by before he was allowed back into samuel’s room now that they could give a formal diagnosis. 

[bvbydclls]

ryder.

     this was nerve wracking in every which way possible for ryder. him and este’s relationship was fairly new and ryder had been dancing around the topic of sex for as long as he possibly could because he didn’t want to admit that he was a virgin, still. he wasn’t as embarrassed over the fact that he hadn’t had sex yet, but rather he was embarrassed that he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted with his experienced girlfriend- that was the nerve wracking part. even after telling este out loud that this was what he wanted, his body was still catching up with his mind’s acceptance. “i do! very much so.” ryder’s quick to answer that he continued to hold down the other’s hands, fighting off este’s grip. “i just… don’t want to look stupid in front of you, that’s all.” plus, he very much liked kissing her. that part was fun. “i want us to go slow and i, uh, want to take care of you first. if that’s alright with you?”

really, este understood why people waited before having sex with someone that they were dating. just because she understood it, didn’t mean she got it, however. so while she wouldn’t dare to try and rush ryder into anything, she was quite eager for them to get somewhere that evening. his hesitance was somewhat concerning, if not a little endearing too. ‘ you’re not going to look stupid, ’  she insisted, shaking her head. it wasn’t exactly a secret that she was more experienced than him and she was fine with that fact, actually cared about him enough to be able to look past it. she stilled her hands, settling them back down into her lap and leaning back enough to take a proper look at him. she paused for a moment at his words before nodding -- only a little surprised by the request. ‘ alright then, baby. we can go slow -- at your pace, whatever you want, alright ?  just... don’t think about it so hard, okay ?  it’s just me, this is supposed to be fun. ’

[bounos]

[bvbydclls]

i have a Nasty lung infection and no muse but i promise i’m slowly working on replies now !!

[raelynnnix]

[bvbydclls]

so i was planning on getting through all my drafts tonight and then my friend convinced me to go out again so... maybe tomorrow.

[cindykimberlys]

[bittercurses]

[bvbydclls]

samuel.

it’s like he’s been sleeping, dreaming about nothing at all, for the past three days.  the steady beeping and humming of the machines, voices muttering lowly around him, are what eventually pull him from whatever deep state he’d been in  ( coma, the doctors would tell him in a few ).  breathing feels hard and his chest heaves up and down slowly as the male blinks his brown hues open  ——  the brightness of the white room stinging his sore eyes, making him wince and shut his eyes tightly for a few moment before he’s trying again.  this time he gets his eyes open but he isn’t met with the sight of bright white tiles of the ceiling, but there’s someone’s face hovering over him, calling for mr. martell.  the voice feels so far away and it echoes in his ears before he’s getting used to his surroundings and his brain catches up ; his mind still feels blurry and groggy but clear enough for him to register this unfamiliar doctor’s words.    ❛  mr. martell, are you awake?  can you hear me?  ❜    the older man speaks and samuel answers.  yes, i can hear you.  a relieved grin spreads over the doctor’s face and then the hospital bed ridden man is bombarded with more questions such as do you know your name, do you know where you are or what happened.  he answers with the best of his abilities as there’s a flashlight pointed to his eyes, lids pulled upwards and then he has to go through a few tests — neurological ones and ones that test his motor skills.  he can’t do much with his left hand as the arm is broken, the doctor tells him, he’s got a couple of broken ribs and an injured leg too.  the whole package.  they fill him in on what had happened and samuel barely gets to sit on it before there’s a stranger storming into his room.  he winces at the loud shouting, surprise and confusion taking over his features as he reckons he should know this man but his mind draws nothing but blanks.  his brown hues are scanning the other’s features, head throbbing and brows furrowed deeply together.    ❛  — sorry?  ❜

it’s a latter thought to be a little more sensitive to the fact that he’s been out for seventy-two hours, or a little over that now, but he makes no apologies. riley had thought the worst with every hour that had ticked by and that meant he couldn’t be hesitant when samuel was finally sitting up and responsive. he’d went through every worst case scenario possible in his head and now he was just so glad that he’d been fretting for seemingly nothing. of course he knows things could’ve gone a lot better, they could’ve never ended up in this situation in the first place, but they had and this was something he could deal with. his eyes scanned over him carefully, as if another injury had appeared in his short absence even though he’s spent the past three days mapping them all out in his head. of course there was nothing he didn’t already know about but he had every right to fuss. ‘ you get hit by a car in a fucking hospital parking lot of all places and you say sorry ? ’  he asked rather incredulously, shaking his head. he was talking to himself more than anything at this point, fussing with ensuring the other male was properly covered by the blanket on the bed and the such like. riley didn’t tend to be much of a worrier and really it was a little out of character for him but he’d never had something like this to worry about, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. ‘ are you in any pain or anything ?  warm enough ?  d’you need anything ? ’

[daniellecampbells-archive-blog]

[bittercurses]

[memorablemoment-blog1]

[lxsxngeles]

give me a relationship of two boys that can’t keep their hands off each other, whether that’s touching or hitting!! give me a relationship between two people who scream at each other, throw things, burn things, hurt each other because they love each other so much that there’s nothing else they can do about it!! give me boys who are dangerously, angrily so in love that the whole world might burn because of it !!

[spoildsweet]