#wcntrbear

[lvllcby-archive]

@wcntrbear

with another set of his done, the silver haired male had slowly retrieved all of the items he had shed slowly across the stage before finally taking his leave. at this point in time he’d had only a few people book him for private dances and he was largely left with some time to wander through the club. nothing but his little booty shorts on as he maneuvered around the bodies. stopping by the bar he picked up a water from the regular bartender before turning around and coming face to face with the other. “hello there.” he smiled as he ran a hand freely through his silver locks. “would you like something?”

[pirvteking]

@wcntrbear

“I’m not an angry person, I just hate when people say mean things about my sister.” He shrugs. “My sister’s had too much handed to her. I’d rather take what she’s getting.” Which is why he’s ended up with a black eye and busted lip from him throwing himself in the way of his sister being bullied. “I’m fine.”

[prcssvre]

Starter for: @wcntrbear

“You know...When you say things like ‘Do you even skate, bro?’ I’m going to do the sickest trick I know....or try to.” He grumbled, holding the ice pack to his ankle. “I don’t need to go to the hospital...See-” Declan stands up on his hurt ankle and automatically shouts out of pain. “-Just a sprain...” He says through his teeth.

[grvitys]

HOLDEN LOVED HAVING an excuse to annoy his roommate, which is how he found himself standing in front of their tv while the other was watching a show, trying to piss them off. “ excuse me. ” holden said, his arms crossed over his chest. “ you took my clothes without asking the other day, and now i can’t find my t-shirt where did you put it? ” / @wcntrbear

[grvitys]

IT WAS LATE. too late for zara kuk to be awake, too late for her to be drinking a bottle of wine ( literally from the bottle ) as she stares out the window of her apartment. it’s too late for her to be thinking of the person she swore off for the rest of her life. her hands are shaking as she picked up the phone dialed the number she knew by heart, already regretting her decision. “ h-hello? ” her voice was soft as she felt more tears roll down her cheeks. “ sorry, i know it’s late, it’s just ... ” her words trail off, what was she supposed to say? “ i just needed to hear your voice. ” she holds back a sob, knowing that if it started, there was no way to stop it. “ i-i shouldn’t have called, i’m sorry, i’ll go. ” / @wcntrbear