&. the ghost of you.

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( bihexuals )

“…yeah. welllll….actually i didn’t know how old you were until just now, but hey, that’s over the legal age so, cool.”

          “cool. still not gonna marry ya, though.”

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( bihexuals )

“nah, i wish.” he pauses a moment, wording and rewording the request in his mind. “i need–i want you to marry me.”

          “... you are aware of the fact i’m nineteen, right? like.. only nineteen.”

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( bihexuals )

[[ casvalaffairs ]] 

“ok so i need to ask you a question and i need you to give it some serious thought.”

          “is everythin’ okay? do you need a kidney or somethin’?”

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( bihexuals )

“but i’m gonna clean it up for you. don’t worry your pretty little head.”

          “ya better be able t’get that shit outta my carpet, boy.”

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( bihexuals )

“ya, i mean i respect you fa that, you real responsible an shit. but i’d rather sell my ass in the street than let another rich asshole talk to me like he know me. but i got a interview at taco bell tomorrow, so we’ll see.”

          “i’m only responsible when i gotta be. i’m a fuckin’ adult now--- y’know, legally and age wise and shit like that. yeah? ya actually gonna go and show up on time?”

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( xjaybird )

( casvalaffairs )

“—i have just as much to do with this as you do, though.”

          “no ya don’t.”

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( bihexuals )

“i mean it’s just a lil purple, i thought girls liked purple. but i’m sure it’ll come right up…”

          “it don’t matter what i like, my carpet is white and you’re gettin’ purple nail polish all over it.”

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( bihexuals )

“i don’t know, mami, but i say we start holdin these dumb dickheads accountable fa the shit. legit talk shit get hit, nah mean? stand up and say nah. we ain’t here fa that an this job actually ain’t worth it. once somebody think they gon catch a bloody lip, they gon think twice fore runnin that lip, right?”

          “i wanna give half my customers a fuckin’ beatdown but i need this job, i got bills baby, and i like eatin’.”

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( bihexuals )

“paintin my toenails! you don’t like?”

          “not when you’re gettin’ that shit all over my damn floor.”

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( bihexuals )

“gorl, don’t i know it? you know i quit the popeye’s last week because this gringo ass bitch tried to come for me ova thirty cents! i straight ripped my cap off and tol ha ass to meet me outside. an you know what? she hustled ha skinny culo right down the street when she realized i was comin ova the counter.”

          “what the fuck is wrong with people?? i fuckin’ hate workin’ retail, you feel me? it’s not my goddamn fault he didn’t have a dress shirt for his friend’s fuckin’ weddin’ or whatever, maybe he shouldn’t be a piece of shit and wait until the last minute.”

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( bihexuals )

          “what the fuck are you doing.”

[casvalaffairs-blog]

( bihexuals )

          “---and then he was like ‘but i need this now’ and i was like, ‘sir, you don’t have the correct amount of money therefor i can’t sell you this product’ and he went off, saying he deserved a discount essentially for existing and i hate the public so much.”

[casvalaffairs-blog]

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( whxskeyblues )

      this wasn’t his fault. no, if donovan hadn’t pushed his buttons,       if he hadn’t physically pushed him, none of this would be       happening. quite the contrary, he’d be working out by now.       the sole emotion he was feeling would have washed from his body.

           the grip on his neck dissipated the moment the ringed            fingers mad contact with the square formation of the            other’s chin. he allowed the head to guide don into the            wall further. liam shifted, making room so he could pull            the other from the corner, pushing him violently to the            floor instead. it was going to be a long night.

      bending down, the man took a hold of the younger’s collar,       yanking him up to get a better view of his face. his back       straightened slightly, pulling the free hand back once more       & allowing it to land across the opposing cheek, only to       repeat once the action had been carried out. surely donovan       would learn eventually. & if he had to throw a few punches       to show him the way, so be it.

          the abuse in general was not new to donovan, as           a result of his big mouth. did he care for liam? yes.           did he love him? quite possibly. but there was still           the matter of the physical, emotional, and mental           beat downs he was on the receiving end of. they           were exhausting and clearly painful. but he endured           them. he did it for liam. he did it because deep down,           donovan wanted to stay.                     he was like a goddamn rag doll, moving wherever liam                     dragged him to. the hits wouldn’t have been nearly as                     bad if liam hadn’t chosen to wear his rings. some days                     he’d take them off. other days were like this one.           shockingly enough, he didn’t try to move away when he           made contact with the floor. the only thing he did was           start begging. begging for liam to stop because he could           be better, liam, please. he spoke between hits, the best           he could, spitting blood out onto the floor as shaky hands           gripping the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt.

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( whxskeyblues )

      the anger had yet to subside. the pair of them weren’t       going anywhere anytime soon. perhaps liam would toss       donovan around the room, but there was nothing that       would change his attitude at this point. not until he had       don on the ground, begging him to stop with tears running       down his face. maybe then he’d stop.

           the hand that tried to stop him only served to irk him further.            upon feeling the blood slip from his wound, the fighter pulled            him close, only to push his head straight back into the wall            with enough force to knock back a professional mma fighter.

      ❝move your hand. N O W.❞

           he growled. his free hand rose,            a closed fist landing quickly against            donovan’s jawline. he did not want            to repeat himself.

          he had every right to break right then. if it wasn’t           the contact he made with the wall, then it was the           look in liam’s eyes. the look on his face. the pure,           unadulterated rage. it put the fear of god into           donovan’s heart. he blinked away tears, but it was           also an attempt to push away the pain. he couldn’t           imagine how liam’s opponents felt. not until then.                he almost tightened his grip on liam’s arm, but the                pain was too much for him to really focus on anything                else. his hand fell back to his side, gripping the nearest                thing.                                 ”s-stop, liam---”           the impact of his punch caused him to hiss through his           teeth, tasting blood after a few moments. he already           wanted to just collapse, to just slip away.

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( whxskeyblues )

      the blind rage always got the best of him.       despite speaking as if he were calm, his       mind had already disappeared into a world       of it’s own—filled with anger & vile things.       as the smaller took a step back, liam wasted       no time to take a step forward. he wanted to       be towering over the other. he wanted him to       feel helpless.

           the words fell upon deaf ears, hand reaching up to take            a hold of donovan’s throat. it was not gentle. there was            no trace of kindness. & frankly the other was lucky liam            wasn’t crushing his windpipe.

                ❝do it again.                 i insist.                 i dare you.❞

          all he could hear was the pounding of his heart,           his face flushed. god, he was scared, he was so           scared. no matter how many times he apologized,           he knew liam would never be satisfied until he           released all of his anger. and the thought was           terrifying.                he wanted to move away again, but the hand on                his throat stopped him entirely. he had one hand                on the wall behind him still, eyes locking with the                older male’s.                      “don’t---”           he choked out, swallowing the best that           he could. his hand grabbed liam’s arm, nails digging           into his skin until he was drawing blood.