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⊰☠⊱— ❝Don’t tease, Victor. You know I like it when you get rough. Besides, I can’t help it. I mean, it was like a work art or something. Do you think he uses an assmaster or something?❞ Wade asked, completely ignoring Victor’s murderous glare.
❝Sever it all you want, not like I can’t just put it back. If that’s what gets your barb hard, then you go on and claw me up kitty. ❞
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send number and pairing for me to write a fic about58) things you were afraid to say
He was a coward.
There was no denying that. No matter how others tried to twist his actions or thought process, no one could save his intentions. He was a coward, a man who feared even the sun. So was it really that difficult to believe he also feared rejection?
You would think he had gotten used to it, looking the way he did. But to get used to something means that you would have had to endure it. In order to accept rejection, Caliban would have had to put himself out there, to step into situations that required him to face some form of rejection. And that–
Just the THOUGHT was too much for him to overcome.
So he didn’t. He never ventured out. He never risked. And without risk, there was no reward.
I was worried about you, when he brought Victor breakfast. Caliban was a vegetarian, but he knew the other tracker was not. Six inches of bacon placed before him, just how he liked.
Don’t move, when he had fallen asleep against the bigger man. Instead, Victor slipped away, leaving him in one motel bed while he moved into another. The bed was cold that night.
Be careful, when they were surrounded, and Pierce’s men rained bullets down on their forms. Victor had gotten hurt because of him. As always, he nursed the wounds he could have prevented.
I like your laugh, when the deep, booming chuckle broke their mundane silence. Caliban had never heard anything like it. Every day, he ached to hear it again.
It reminded me of you, when he scraped together the money to buy another coat. One newer, one that didn’t smell of blood and burnt flesh. Caliban borrowed the old coat more often after that night. It still smelled of him.
There were many things he couldn’t say to Victor’s face, but just one he couldn’t even bear to THINK when they were face to face. For fear of untold rejection. For fear of unwanted emotions creeping up, stealing his hope away. For fear of losing the man who had walked into hell and stolen him away.
I love you.
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But you can't hate me. I'm lemon flavored.
“Too fucking bad. I do.”
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No you don't.
”Yes, I do. Those were mine.”
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*would regret it, but he tastes like lemon cookies now*
“I hate you.”
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*eats all the lemon cookies in the house*
“I’m changing all the locks. You’re getting kicked out, bub.”
❝ It was a pretty good bad idea, wasn't it though? ❞
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