#d:trevor

[bluejeanbaby]

“Okay, so like.” Arlo started, trying to process what he was even seeing before him. Growing up he had had a twin, but really that only freaked Lo out more. He had watched Finn die right in front of his eyes, and yet seemingly there he was again...just different. “What the fuck is going on?” he decided after a moment, setting down his flask full of gasoline. “You some sort of clone or somethin’ then? A ghost?” he interrogated his doppelganger.  “Is this some sort of practical joke then?”

@shitloadofmuses​

[bluejeanbaby]

They had been hanging out increasingly often. It was just easier for Keane to spend time with someone else who had a kid.  However, that usually meant that the two men rarely actually got alone time. He couldn’t help but get a little frustrated. Trevor was plenty entertaining in a G-rated space, but half the time Keane was busy devouring him with his eyes. It took two months of getting closer before they were able to find someone to watch both of their kids. The second he heard a knock on his front door he opened it and grinned at the man.  He didn’t offer so much as a ‘hello’ before he was leaning in to kiss him harshly, already wrapping his arms around the man’s middle. 

“Mm, is this too forward, love?” he practically growled against the man’s lips before he pulled back with a little smirk. “Because listen, I did like two enemas since yesterday and we are not letting this go to waste.” he joked, barely able to keep a straight face as his fingers began gripping and pulling at the other’s jacket. 

@shitloadofmuses

[klaus-the-seance]

@trevor-on-fire​

Klaus wasn’t sure what had come over him. Besides the drugs of course. The tension had been steadily growing since the bombings had started and they fought. Klaus had never been good with his emotions, but especially not when any sort of drugs had been involved. 

The fragile man was feeling a wild mix of emotions and as usual he decided to put it on Trevor. He didn’t think it’d end like this however. As their argument raised to a crescendo Klaus did it. He threw a punch, hitting him right in the jaw. “Fuck you.” he added as he let his aching fist fall. “You don’t get it. You just don’t. You were supposed to be my friend my whatever and now you won’t even look at me because you’re too busy with my husband and that fucking....bastard.” he knew the word was taking it too far.  However the drugs and adrenaline made it seem as if pushing was the only choice he had left.

[hawaiirose-blog]

PM: Trevley

Marls: Okay, great! That sounds perfect to me, and I'd like that, actually.