Stay With Me

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[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

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“I just. Really miss her. You know? She’s with someone else and I don’t wanna ruin that for her. I had my chance.”

[amberwildravenparker]

Try || Corbin & Raven

Another day, another dollar. Hopefully, today won’t be as crappy as the one yesterday and so far - it wasn’t. The boss was out, the manager is on a good mood. Customers go in and out with no complaints, it was all going well. Heck, even lunch rush hour went well and that’s good. As soon as that sudden burst of people who came in, went out - Raven gave herself a little break and soon returned to serve a new customer “Welcome to Dexters Diner, what can I get you?”

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

Corbin was judging every inch of the restaurant as he sat at the counter. It was places like these that gave him headaches and he normally wouldn't be caught dead in one. Retrieving his notepad, he began scribbling notes to himself, as well as grabbing a menu to skim through. These meetings on the outskirts of town were killing him. But it was what needed to be done to get the job secured. The voice rang him out of his thoughts. "Black coffee. It looks like it's the only thing on this damn menu that won't give me cardiac arrest," he said with a mirthless scoff.

[zxasqwcvfd-deactivated20190828]

[wolfegirls]

katie + dylan

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

He didn’t even know why they’d broken up in the first place. Probably because he was a jealous dick. And pushed people away. But they did that often. Fight, break up, come back, make up, get back together, fight. Katie was his. And he didn’t want anyone else having her. So what he was a little possessive. She.. she was. Perfect. And. Mm. He sighed at the emotion building up in his chest and scowled as he reached the fourth floor of the Hamilton Dorms. He didn’t like feeling. Especially not as much as she made him feel. Walking down the hall he found room 218 and knocked lightly, “Hurry up, I gotta piss.” He had the bag of McDonalds in hand as well. Best suited for munchies.

[wolfegirls]

It wasn’t normal but she was entirely sure she could tell it was him making his way down her hallway towards her room. It was hard to think about knowing him well enough to be able to tell. Stop it, she told herself. There was no way she could tell that but she made her way towards the door anyway. 

The feelings bubbling in her chest dissipated a little when he started speaking and she rolled her eyes before putting on a sickly sweet voice. 

“Who is it?” She asked with a grin to herself.

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

It was his turn to roll his eyes at her voice. "Satan, now open the door or I'll piss on your burger." He was smiling, though. The sound of her voice was addicting. Her lips, her skin, /her/ in general. He could never get enough.

"Come on, girl. I need to see you," he admitted softly against the wood of the door. It was as close as he was going to get to admitting to himself how much he missed her. How much he actually needed her.

Running a hand through his hair, he opened the bag of food and grabbed a few fries, shoving them in his mouth as he waited for her to open the door.

[wolfegirls]

katie + dylan

laywithmesoitdoesnthurt

She couldn’t help scoffing and putting the phone back onto the table at his reply. She crossed her legs and began to work on her homework but couldn’t help getting a little bit nervous. She couldn’t deny that she missed him; it was almost ridiculous how much she did but she didn’t want him to know that. She knew he knew how to get into her dorm and waited, lying down on the bed in his Letterman. 

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

He didn't even know why they'd broken up in the first place. Probably because he was a jealous dick. And pushed people away. But they did that often. Fight, break up, come back, make up, get back together, fight. Katie was his. And he didn't want anyone else having her. So what he was a little possessive. She.. she was. Perfect. And. Mm. He sighed at the emotion building up in his chest and scowled as he reached the fourth floor of the Hamilton Dorms. He didn't like feeling. Especially not as much as she made him feel. Walking down the hall he found room 218 and knocked lightly, "Hurry up, I gotta piss." He had the bag of McDonalds in hand as well. Best suited for munchies.

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

open text (to his ex).

Dylan: Fatass.

Dylan: See you soon.

Katie: Now who's the bitch?

Katie: Hurry up.

Dylan: Definitely still you.

Dylan: Don't tell me what to do.

[daniellecampbells-archive-blog]

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

open text (to his ex).

Dylan: Don't remind me. Worst year of my life.

Dylan: Fine. Then can I have my weed? Or at least come over to smoke?

Katie: Shut up, I was a fucking delight.

Katie: Alright but bring me a cheeseburger.

Dylan: Fatass.

Dylan: See you soon.

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

open text (to his ex).

Katie: Boo-fucking-hoo, so I'm a bitch. Suck it up, you were the one who dated me for over a year.

Katie: Because it's nice and I like it. God, can't you just let me have it?

Dylan: Don't remind me. Worst year of my life.

Dylan: Fine. Then can I have my weed? Or at least come over to smoke?

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

open text (to his ex).

Dylan: I want my jacket back.

Dylan: And my stash of weed.

Katie: No.

Katie: And no.

Dylan: And this is why we broke up.

Dylan: Because you're a bitch.

Dylan: What do you even need my letterman for anyway.

[xmanyxdifferentxbadassersx-deac]

“What the hell was that for?!”

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

“You know what it’s for! You ruddy git. Why would you go and mack on that filthy slag!”

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

open text (to his ex).

Dylan: I want my jacket back.

Dylan: And my stash of weed.

[magic-of-eternity]

[innocentlyfriendly]

“I’m not surviving this..” 

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

“Please.. Don’t say that.”

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

whiskeyxxkisses

“What do you want? I’m clearly occupied.” The last thing he needed was his annoying step-sister bothering him right now.

[believeinrp-deactivated20161218]

Elizabeth nodded in response with a small smile, “You know I always have looked up to you as a brother, but a hot one of course. You’re my best friend and I don’t know what I would do without your comfort.”

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

He wrapped his arms tightly around her and nosed into her neck. “I promise I’ll keep you safe and sound. My baby sister needs that.” He swallowed thickly at how close she was, ignoring his feelings and just focusing on making her feel better. “It’s what I’m here for.”

[affectationism-deactivated20150]

she nearly falls up the stairs with the combination of his words and his tugging. she smiles softly, just for a moment; long enough to allow herself to enjoy the appreciation. it might just be the alcohol she knows he’s consumed, but it doesn’t matter to her.

“jesus, you’re like a fucking rabbit.” piper knows someone might see them here, out in the open like this, but she’s so focused on his lips against hers that she doesn’t really care. her slender fingers are gripping his shirt before one hand slides to his chest to gently push him away. “c'mon.”

once again, she grabs his wrist, pulling him into the nearest empty room. thankfully, it’s a bedroom and not a closet or something. once the door’s locked, it’s her who presses him to the wall, standing on her toes to kiss him once again.

[laywithmesoitdoesnthurt]

he grins against her lips at the sound of her words and slides a hand up her side, gripping her hips as he tasted her sweet pink lips. god he’d wanted to kiss her for so long now. a groan escaped as she pulled away, fighting a pout.

he eagerly follows her into her room and he can only smirk as she feels her lips press against his own, cupping her cheek and running a thumb down her cheek. his other arm busied itself around her waist, pulling her flush against his taut frame.

liam’s fingers found their way under her delicate shirt and traced the sensitive skin on the small of her back, slowing his lips against hers. taking his time. he lined her bottom lip with his tongue, not necessarily asking permission, but rather memorizing the feel of her soft lips. committing it to memory.