#camerxnquinn

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"You don't love me."

i have used my satan powers to make another one of these, angst list 2.0 damn straight satan powers I mean fuuuuuck

You should listen to this song as you read.

It wasn’t unreasonable for those words to come out of his mouth. She hadn’t really wanted to hear them but it seemed they were in his thoughts then, and she wouldn’t go against Cameron expressing himself. The four words were merely a confirmation that she was being particularly cold, and she was hurting him. 

She immediately looks away from him, starting to fiddle with her sleeves as she considers what to say. Did she love him? Yes. More than she probably should…so much so that those words hurt her deeper than anything she’d ever felt before. It echoed in her mind and she can almost feel tears coming to her eyes. Almost.

She slowly looks back over at him, licking her lips nervously before speaking in a quiet, gentle voice. She had to speak with care or she’d risk coming off wrong and/or hurting Cameron further.

"I know it seems like that a lot of the time…but…C-Cameron, I do…I do love you. I love you more than anyone I’ve ever known and that means a lot. I love you and I trust you, with everything and anything I have. I don’t throw around the word love like it’s nothing, Cam, you should know that and thus, you should know how much that means. So…”

She turns, gently grabbing his hand and wrapping her hands around it to gently cradle his between hers. She gently caresses his hand, eyes soft and tranquil, like the waters of an undisturbed pond. Her touch is light — she’s afraid if she touches him with the slightest bit of pressure, he’ll break into pieces. 

"I’m sorry if it ever seemed like I didn’t…"

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camerxnquinn said: awe :3

You better be awe :3 she loves cameron so much like asjfhufgf she bothers me all day thinking about him. 

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Okay, maybe she shouldn't have drank as much as she did. Fact remained that she had and surprisingly, she didn't feel like barfing, actually. That feeling could change at any moment, regardless. She stopped, her hand slamming into the brick wall and she could feel some nausea rising in the pit of her stomach.

She knew being drunk around the guys she had been drinking with would be a bad idea and lead to something she wouldn't like so here she was, trying to stumble away, but she didn't know where to go. She had a hard enough producing places to go when she was completely sober but drunk? She might as well have been trying to navigate without eyes.

She finds herself bent over, hand sliding down the wall and she groans loudly, the nauseated feeling getting worse and worse with every moment. She wishes someone she knew would just walk by and see her there, almost puking her guts out.

Cameron.

It's an extremely random thought but the boy suddenly comes into her mind and she groans again, feeling that low feeling in the back of her throat that she actually was going to throw up. Just when she feels she might actually barf, she jumps as she feels a hand on her back and her head snaps around. She gives a giddy smile, most likely the result of the booze and she moves, grabbing Cameron's shoulders and forcing him to stand up with her, only to have her stumble into him moments later.

"Ooh, look~ Speakin' of the devil~"

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"Is this you?"

Send “Is this you?” for my muses reaction to your muse finding a picture of them when they were younger

"Uh…" Awkward, a voice in her head tells her as she considers exactly what she should say. It was a photograph of her from when she was fifteen, in all her ridiculousness. She ruffles her hair and rubs the bridge of her nose before plopping down beside him to glance at the photo. “Yeeeep.” She makes an awkward pop of her lips at the end, ruffling her hair as she made a face, her eyes falling to the photograph.

"Fifteen years old…wow, I looked so stupid.”

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camerxnquinn

Pietro was drunk. Forget that, he was trashed. He was so far gone from alcohol that when he tried to use his mutation to get anywhere he just found himself 10 feet away from where he started, laughing like a maniac. Everything was making him laugh. Especially that tree over there.

"Bahaha! T-tree! Haha!" He giggled to himself, quickly covering his mouth and 'trying' to be quiet. The silver haired wreck squinted at the nearest street sign in deep drunken thought. If Pietro was reading that right (and there was two of the sign at the moment) then he was on Hank's street. Hank might not be home, but surely he wouldn't mind Pietro crashing.

He stumbled over to 'Hank's house and kicked over a rock he assumed would have a spare key under it. 'Well...Hank ol' buddy, where'dya put the key?'

Pietro ran his hands through his hair before making his way to the front window and letting himself in, collapsing on the couch. The last thought through his drunk silver head was, 'Wow, when did Hank change everything inside his house?'

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"She kept calling me Michael Cera." (omg this movie)

"this is the end" starter prompts

"Who the hell even is that? ‘Cause, to be honest, I have no motherfucking clue."

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"I love you."

send my muse one of the following.

"You shouldn’t. Trust me, Cameron, there are some ugly sides to me; ones that you haven’t seen yet and when you see ‘em, you’re not going to like ‘em. Everyone has demons and mine live inside of me, okay?”

"They never go away. They’re always there and they make me hurt people — people I love. I could kill you, anytime and at any point in our time together, and all I could do for you…is try and save you.”

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camerxnquinn said: well damn

is that a good well damn or a bad well damn?