#droppingpetals

[invcntion]

        it was never easy to sleep when it was raining heavily, at least not for freddie as he had found himself leaving his space at elias’ side in the hopes of not  disturbing  the sleeping boy with his own restlessness. having situating himself in front of an open window his thoughts still lingered on the other male in the bed, slight smile resting upon his lips as he pulled a cigarette up to them.  it was unexpected  —  the way that his chest quickened at the very thought of the other boy,  the desire not to leave his side.  despite the fact he was currently up,  sleeping with elias in the same bed was easier,  more so than anything had been in a long time.   “  hey - you’re awake.  ”  brown eyes pulled quickly to the sound of soft footsteps approaching, tired smile slipping gently up at the corners of his lips.   “  ‘m sorry...  for if i woke you, was trying to let you sleep.  ”  words broke quietly through the night air, one arm slipping out his jacket as the cigarette balanced between his lips,  the other following quickly after before he was holding the material out to elias in hopes of keeping the other male slightly warm in front of the open window.  again his own fault.  there was just something relaxing about the feeling of rain when he was inside and in the warm. he’d been hoping it might have helped get back to sleep.   //  @droppingpetals

[jcycus]

closed starter for @droppingpetals

spring break. most college students would have been going to mexico or some other tropical island to get drunk and fuck like jackrabbits. but corey didn’t want to go away on vacation. he wanted to go back home and see her. she was the one girl who didn’t fall at his feet no matter how hard he tried and he admired that about her. he knew exactly where she would be — the mall — when she would be there and why and corey couldn’t help but stand behind her on the escalator, smiling as he tapped her on the shoulder. “miss me?” 

[michaelwithab-a]

❣ for elias and parker!!!!

RANDOM KISS | ACCEPTING

a sad / crying kiss.

this is how it ends. — he’s dangling his legs off the ledge of the bridge, back facing the water, knuckles white as he digs his nails into the concrete barrier. his breaths are shallow, huffing through flared nostrils; his mouth sewn tight with his jaw sharp and unkempt as though he’s saving the words that will sound like chopped syllables for the right moment. right time. heart thumping in his chest and rattling the void inside his stomach when he comes to grips with the fact that time is irrelevant. because as he’s quick to wipe the streak that’s fallen onto his cheek, parker understands that his decision will never have a time or place in which it will feel justified. or excusable. thoughts too construed and messy and out of focus to remember why exactly he has to fucking do this.

but he’s ten feet above water and he might be better off diving into the deep end rather than twisting a run on sentence into a knot — however he’s hidden from the concept of standing at crossroads and getting lost on a road he’s been down before long enough, and the devil on his shoulder knows he’s exhausted from all this  s p a c e. so he sheds the flickering smile and resorts to the selfish need to be reckless and make bad decisions. which is why his pulse vibrates chaotic energy through his veins and up to the crimson tips of his ears when he blinks to his right and catches elias scuffing his shoes at the corner of his eye. this hollow blackhole inviting him in as he kicks off the ledge and lands somewhere safely on the ground.

maybe he’ll understand, he reasons with himself, despite his logical side forcing his attention toward his feet. not quite parker duval anymore, but a shell that captures elias’ face in his hands, chapped lips finding a home on the boy’s kind, yet awaiting ‘i’m home’ type of grin. lingering there for a deceptive minute, his nose brushing against elias’ in what seems like a welcoming mat on a silver platter. nipping at the other’s plumper lip before he pulls away. prepared to shatter the windows when he quivers, “hey... i have a lot of things i need to say.”

[nogoodbyxs]

˚₊✩* message. ✩₊˚

MILO: why the hell are you making a fuss out of it?

MILO: it's not your concern who i'm seeing.

MILO: mind your own fucking business!

MILO: i could be wrong but are you jealous?

[bllyaches]

        “your father told me he wanted me to keep a close eye on you until all of this blows over,” he informs the younger woman. he’s referring to the latest threat on her family. it felt like there were always a new hate group appearing out of the woodwork to threaten the political family and it was victor’s job to find out who was responsible (and then make them pay for ever thinking wrongly about them in the first place). “so i’ll be staying with you twenty-four-seven. when i have to leave i’ll have one of my men sit with you.” victor moves to his desk to shuffle through endless piles of papers. his assistant did a horrible job keeping him organized--- he should talk to her later about organization, he thought. “that won’t be a problem,” he pauses to look up at the other. “will it?” @droppingpetals

[slutiisms-a]

@droppingpetals — cash was volatile. he knew that. he could feel it in his chest; he could feel each  t i c k  beneath his chest-plate that threatened to be the last. and yet, he didn’t stop. instead of trying to disarm the bomb, he played a game; testing how far he could push it before it would finally set off. he was too high tonight; had done a few too many lines of coke and a few too many shots of tequila. he was going to go back to his hotel, but then he’s somehow giving the lyft driver flynn’s address. and he’s dragging himself to the front door; banging on the heavy wood. his face was obvious in how gone he was as his body leaned against the door; poor decision considering the door would open and he would likely fall in.

[personalhells]

@droppingpetals​

“hey, my love.“ leo closed the door behind him and threw it on the night lock. he kicked off his shoes and tossed the keys in the empty, unused ashtray that stood on the dresser in the hall. it had been a long, but productive day at the office, but he couldn’t be happier to be home again. with a yawn he stretched out his arms and walked into the living room, finding the blonde on the couch. with a smirk the man dropped himself next to her, planting a big kiss on her cheek. “how was your day?”

[xstillsane]

&& @droppingpetals

          “deon ellis !!” the door to their hotel room is being thrown open by no one but bambi himself, before it closes with a loud BANG behind him. his husband is still where he left him, taking a nap on his side of the bed, so of course bambi can’t miss out on the chance to jump on top of said husband. “hello sleepyhead, it’s been like thirty minutes,” he greets, leaning over the male’s face to tickle him with his curls. “i just had drinks with karen and bob, you need to JOIN US.”