#lookbxckwards

[diviines-blog]

text to don't text.

windsor: fiffy

windsor: my water just brokefkjkhfd

[tragicbeings-blog]

@lookbxckwards !

           “look, it’s been nice of you for letting me stay with you and everything, but i really have to leave. i’m not, like -- a STRAY DOG or something that you can just ... take in. i’m just wasting space here.”

[diviines-blog]

text to homie.

gage: yooooooooooooooo

gage: im sad im so sick

[atlasliife]

@lookbxckwards

austin was never planning on attempting to hide this from kass. first off, because his eye was a big old shiner; and secondly, because the tears gliding down the bruised skin was a dead giveaway. besides, there was already so much that the male kept from his lover; there was no room for any more secrets! unspoken words choked the male constantly whenever kass was speaking about the two of them getting better together – because he wasn’t getting better. though, the male didn’t even bother with the cuddle blanket which definitely meant that this was serious. he immediately pulled kass towards him, using his hips to push him backwards as they waddled awkwardly towards the couch. when they collided with the couch cushions, the much larger male immediately attempted to curl up in his lap, tears streaming down his face silently. he knew if he tried to speak, it would come out as nothing but blubbering.

after a few moments of austin assuring himself that kass was there, it was over, and he was safe and being held, the male finally managed to speak. “b-brian! he … he came to the b-bakery, and he made f-fun of me for having a boyfriend. t-then he called us . . p-pansies and girly! so i told him to shut u-up and go a-away because he was a m-meanie! and then he hit m-me, and said he would hit y-you too! but i won’t . .. i-i won’t let him.”

kass wasn’t that busy. he was just trying to catch up on homework that he had missed due to his constant visits to the hospital for his grandmother, as well as his current stay in this clinic. he doesn’t mind that austin usually needs his attention when he gets here, because gosh, kass loves him. austin has been nothing but supportive through his entire stay at the clinic, and the boy made everything so so much better. kass couldn’t be more thankful. he’s so overjoyed that austin is still HERE. a tiny gasp passes his lips when he saw the other’s large bruise. hands are moving to the other’s cheeks, caressing them lightly. he’s then pulling the larger male close, rocking back and forth, and promising better days. everything is going to be okay. it has to be. little hands pull throiugh sandy hair, and more hushed whispers of comfort depart his lips. he was glad austin had gone to him for comfort, because there was nothing kass cared about more than austin. it was hard for him to see the other this way, almost as hard as it was to lie to him. getting better ?? all he was getting better at was LYING. they took up space in his mind and air in his lungs. and maybe not hurting austin as much.

he’s pressing gentle kisses to austin’s head, his cheeks, and anywhere else he could reach in his worried state. “ austin-- baby boy-- ” he whispers, lips bruhing the shell of the others ear, “ oh-- oh goodness, i’m sorry i wasn’t there to protect you, baby. please -- please honey, it’s okay. stay here- take tomorrow off... we can- we can cuddle and watch movies. an’ i’ll kiss you until you forget.”

[diviines-blog]

text to my hoe.

saxton: heyooo

saxton: come over

[montgomerries-blog]

( ☀️; text to: 😈

ZACHARY: Broe I can't sleep

ZACHARY: Wanna go out and kick insomnia in the ass ??

[atlasliife]

( &&. @lookbxckwards ! )

“ aus-i - i um– we need t-to talk about s-something. but p-please d-don’t– promise me you won’t get upset ??” kass, you can’t ask someone not to get upset when you’re on the verge of tears. “ i don’t– i don’t want to hold you back– and i never expected you to wait for-for me to get better–” and then a tear is slipping from his eye, but none follow. he has to be strong. “ but- before– before my gram died– she- um– she told my gramps that i- that i sh-should go-go away somewhere t’-to get help an’ he- um… he’s gonna send me… a-also, can you- can you come with me to my gram’s funeral ?? she- she always l-liked you. ”