“Well what is it, Rody? I’m sick of giving you my all just for you to give nothing in return.” Vince grabs Rody’s face, his nails dig into the flesh of his cheeks. It’s too hard, it hurts. It’ll break skin if he doesn’t move.
“It's not that!” Rody exclaims, trying to back himself even further against the wall. It doesn’t work, Vince’s hold is too tight. “You just- you don’t get it.”
"What don’t I get, Lamoree?”
“Just.. I’ll show you, is that okay? Just can we do it in the bedroom, like an actual couple? Not against the wall like I’m someone you found at the bar?”
DEADPLATE FANFICTION!!! TRANS RODY IS REAL
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