meeting him is unfortunate.

the same blood that drips from your lips runs in his veins.

[pretendxr]

skin & bones.

[sadistiqve-blog]

All she wanted was for him to do some simple task; to kidnap for the restaurant. Was that too much to ask? Honestly, it wasn’t; he was supposed to be her goddamn cousin for fuck’s sake, why did he have to screw up so much. She watched him closely, her arms crossed over her chest as she let out an exasperated sigh. Why can’t he just do the job so they can go back early. Huffing, she shifted her weight to her other leg while drumming her fingertips against her upper arm, teeth sinking into the flesh of her crimson lip. How much longer did she have to wait?

Once he had opened up the trunk, she knew that the girl on the other side was alive. The fucking idiot didn’t use enough chloroform or at least leave the used cloth over their victim’s face; of course, she would be conscious once again. “You fucking idiot!”  The older female shrieked as she reached down to smack her cousin on the head before rushing off to chase the other female, grumbling as she took her pocket knife out. “Can’t fucking trust this asshole to do shit.” She scoffed to herself, shaking her head fervently as she turned around to call out to the younger male. “Get up, stupid!”

[pretendxr]

as if one hit to the face wasn’t enough to punish me for my negligence, i’m rewarded with another. which goddamn hurt so much. i know it was my fault, i should have been more meticulous with each step of the plan but i was nervous. this isn’t exactly the most normal activity a teenage boy does on his free time. i’d rather be inside the comfort of my room honestly. playing super mario brothers and allowing poor mario take the damage as i remain unharmed. that sounds a lot more fun than being here. 

my cousin’s next words ring in my ears, mentally knocking me into place. she’s already pissed and i don’t want to boil her blood any higher than it already is. slowly, i get up, one palm still pressed against the side of my face (the side that throbbed with pain). i stumble as i walk but once i obtain my balance, i break off into a run in order to catch up to her. i clear my throat before shouting back at her, “i’m up, i’m up! hold up i’m coming!” 

[pretendxr]

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The Doctor took a step back as the other sat up. “I don’t think so either, or you wouldn’t be talking.” He kneeled down next to him and pulled his screwdriver out to perform a medical scan. “You’ll survive, don’t worry. It’s just a some broken ribs.”

it’s comforting, the way he speaks. probably because it sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. it makes me feel at ease, like i’m in good hands. i feel like i can trust him. so i do, with my life. “broken.. ribs? aw shit. don’t tell me i’m going to need surgery.”

[pretendxr]

"I don’t wanna be left alone."

abandonment is the worst present anyone can ever give a person. no one wants to be left alone. me including. 

“neither do i. let’s stick together then.”

[kangxseulgi]

[usvgii-blog]

( ❤ ) wandering her way through the halls to deliver some paper’s to her father that he had told her earlier that he’d manage to forget on his desk that morning, she found her good mood soured a little at the sound of the voice that was around the corner. gripping the file folder she had put the papers in, she resisted the urge to stomp around the corner and begin yelling.

instead, she simple tossing some of her hair over her shoulder and calmly  moved forward, turning the corner gracefully and pausing at the sight of the male, eyeing him for a moment before speaking. ❝ who are you talking about? ❞

[pretendxr]

there’s a sound that bounces off the walls and enters the hallways of my eardrums. i don’t turn around yet because i take a moment to scan that person’s voice, figuring out if i’ve heard it before and matching it with a face. nothing. now, i bring myself around, facing the stranger. even if i took a while to recall her voice, i still haven’t forgotten her question. i kept it in my pocket, saving it for later. and that later is now. 

“who? you know, that asshole in this classroom.” with my head, i cant it slightly to the right, motioning to the door that sheltered the evil beast. 

[pretendxr]

"Are you dead?"

i didn’t feel dead and this certainly didn’t look like heaven. not that i was ever headed there anyway. “i don’t think so.” i blink a few times before slowly bringing myself in a sitting position atop of the sidewalk. it wasn’t until i moved that all the pain came crashing down my body, like a meteor. i let out a groan between clenched teeth as i hunched forward a little, holding onto myself. 

“agh, if i feel like this. i wonder how my bike’s doing.”

[pretendxr]

iridexscent:

▌   Blinking slightly while looking at the other, Raphaël pursed his lips and hummed slightly as he shrugged heavily, tilting his head a bit before saying anything.      ❝ Well, it was… mine… ❞

i look over, meeting a face i’ve seen a few times during my work hours. “oh.” now it was kind of awkward. i hope i didn't offend him. “it’s not that bad, i suppose. no one’s dead yet.” knock on wood.

[pretendxr]

→ [ usvgii ]

once again, i’m out of class early. not because i had an emergency to tend to, like a family member stuck in the e.r. or one of my friends getting his arm chopped off trying to impress a girl. no none of that. the reason why i’m out here and not in a classroom discussing the oh so intriguing topic of bivariate regression, is because i got kicked out. the third time this week. 

a frustrated sigh escapes my lips as my back leans into the wall, depending on it for support. “god damn it. what’s up his ass? he’s not even that good of a teacher.” i don’t know why, but i felt the need to vent verbally. probably because it was always more effective at relieving my irritation and because no one was around to hear it. at least, that’s what i thought.

[koojunoe]

[pretendxr]

skin & bones.

→ [ sadistiqve ]

i never imagined being alone with two girls quite like this. the way i always fantasized it, is that we’d be in a room, performing a routine that would make god avert his gaze in shame. but no, reality had different plans for me. instead, here i am, hands on the trunk of my (or actually my dad’s) 2008 lexus with one girl laying in the truck, unconscious, while the other intently supervises me. i can feel her gaze burning my back. it's almost tangible, almost painful. i know i haven’t been standing here for long but to her, it must feel like eternity. i've always been told not to keep a lady waiting, however, in circumstances like this, does that quote still apply? i don't know, who really cares.

after i take my fifth deep breath within the time span of a minute, i pull the trunk open. when i popped it open, i expected to be greeting with the sight of the girl laying there, motionless. not a punch packed with so much force that it knocks me off my feet and onto the ground. as i’m laying there, cradling my face with my hands, i could hear her jump out of the trunk and running away. shit i really messed up now.