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[strangertrenton]

52. “ I‘m never going to be good enough for you, am i? “

Erik slammed down the shot glass, Crown Royal racing down his throat and into his stomach where it burned in a way that always made him feel alive. He took a quick drag off of his Marlboro, before letting his mouth open and words fall out in a jumble. Typical Erik. The Lost Boy. The man who would never mature past a sixteen year old boy, even when it was getting old at past twenty.

“What the hell are you talking about, Col?” He practically sneered, as his fingertips fidgeted along the rim of the glass, before he reached up to lick them off, one after the other. His head buzzed from the alcohol, shot glasses lined up in a row, and from the crowd who had been screaming his name not ten minutes ago.

“What do you want from me? You know who I am. Who we are. So what is this even about?” His eyes flickered to hers, but only momentarily, unable to keep them locked. He felt a pit of guilt inside of himself and it made him angry. Angry at himself. Angry at her. Angry at the entire fucking world. But something else lived in the emotions. Disgust. And that? It was directed only back at himself.

He stared out at the crowd, vision blurring and stomach churning. He lived the life of a rock star. Always had. But right now he felt like he was being forced to apologize for it. For himself. “Maybe you’re not ever going to be good enough,” he said after a long pause. “If you’re looking for me to hold your hand and buy you jewelry and whisper poems at night, it’s not me. It’s just not, but I’m sure you can find someone who will.”

The hurt crossed her face in a way that even he couldn’t look past now, but he kept going. Pressing it into the ground. Giving her an out to get the fuck away from him and make something of herself. “Get the fuck away from me,” he finished, the rest of the sentence only in his mind.

“Bartender, give me another shot - no, two shots.” He waited for her to walk way, his own oblivion on its way. The words rang in his ears, the ones he meant. But he knew this was the only way. 

Get the fuck away from me before I fuck up your life too.

[princekawaiiwrites-blog]

Scream ;DDDDD

Weston curled up under the Power Rangers blanket that Evan had dragged out of the closet for movie night. They sat flopped half on and half off of each other, a giant bowl of extra buttery popcorn precariously balanced somewhere in between. As the movie went on, West let his head rest on Evan’s shoulder, eventually starting to doze off after a long day at work.

“What the fuck?” Weston screamed a few moments later, pulling himself up off of the couch, the popcorn bowl launching into the air. “You jerk,” he said, but a smirk was apparent on his lips as he crawled back onto the couch, pushing Evan down beneath him. His body was taut and he couldn’t help laughing, the feeling of Evan’s fingers still singing on his pale skin.

“You want a tickle fight, I’ll give you one,” he said, leaning in to allow his finger’s access to Evan’s ribs and stomach. “You’re not getting up until you say uncle,” he said, the blanket now sliding into the floor and the two boys giggling into each other. He leaned in and kissed the other boy, fingers still manipulating his skin.

[princekawaiiwrites-blog]

Kill me lmao

“Looks like it’s just you and me left,” Luca said, a flicker of some emotion in his eye as he stared down Valor, taking in his blue eyes and blonde hair once again. Luca had never been the type to talk about how he felt and this was to be no exception. With the entire arena down to the two males, Luca wasted no time in shoving Valor into the nearest tree, his fingers finding purchase on his skin and touching him in ways he’d dreamed about for days.

Luca spoke again, this time without that spark of emotion, “I’m sorry.” Then he was pressing his lips onto Valor’s, tasting the sweat and salt of exhaustion that clung there. He saw a question in Valor’s eyes but it fell away as the two clung to each other, lips to lips, chest to chest, groin to groin. Luca took in the taste of the other male, eyes closing for a moment.

“What?” Valor spit out as Luca pulled away, his long hunting knife in hand, covered in crimson. Valor fell forward, a gush of blood coming from his chest as his heart beat out the last beats it would ever allow.

“I’m sorry,” Luca said again, but his words were drowned out by a noise that seemed to take over everything. He fell to his knees, bloody hands in cotton hair. “I’m sorry,” he screamed, trying to show how much he meant it as the victor was congratulated.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we give you Luca Kharitonov. The winner of the 65th Hunger Games!”

[fakehelper]

GO → Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send it to 10 of your favorite followers (not back to me, I did it already). Thinking good thoughts about yourself is hard but it will make you feel better so give it a go, for the sake of spreading positivity <3

gah okay here we go

I do my homework most of the time

I make good grilled cheeses

I drank a lot of water today

I attempt to study sometimes

I haven’t outright skipped any assignments this semester

[chayyarp]

livingdeadwriter replied to your post ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I feel you bruh I feel you

additionally, COME BACK TO ME I LOVE YOU

[fakehelper]

also that reminds me! If we were talking about a plot and I stopped replying (school’s been getting busier since I only have a month left!) let me know if you still want to do it!

[chayyarp]

ty do you remember life before we started our drany bc hoW AWFUL