As wicked as you are, you’re beautiful to me You’re the darkest burning star, you’re my perfect disease

[ who are you kidding

                                           you’re not meant to be happy

                                                                                                        it’s not in your dna ]

"Very little faith? Yeah, perhaps, but I'll be the judge of them." 

                  And with that, the Swede doesn't hesitate on           planting a hand behind the other male's head. As quickly           as he had placed his hand, he pushed Charlie's head toward           his own and allowed their lips to crash together. Roman just           might have gotten a little bored, and eventually grew tired of           waiting for the other to make his move. Whilst he kisses the           other male, he does his best not to get carried away or turn it            into something that couples do.

"       To be honest, I've yet to meet a man who hasn't given me his number."

     ”You’ve got very little faith in my magical lips.”    Charlie, your jokes suck and you know it. He’s never this    outgoing, ever. He actually kind of hopes in the back of     his head that this guy will never even see him again.    He’d probably hate the real Charlie.      "What makes you think I’ll give you my number?"

Blue October || Hate Me

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made

           "Then you'll get what y'fuckin' deserve, skank. Two hits, I hit you, you hit the ground if y'think that you can get away with talkin' back."

             ”And, pray tell, what happens if I don’t feel like doing it?”

                  "It is a little bit, but I'll let it slide."

             Silence fills the air as Roman gathers his thoughts.     Should he really be thinking about it, rather than just    saying no? Then again, it isn't the first time he's done    something with a stranger.

       "Alright. If it's bad, then don't expect me to call you later."

     ”—Charlie, pleasure is mine obviously.       Now that we’re acquainted is it as out       out line as before?”    A smirk pulls up on Charlie’s lips, he’s got no idea    what the hell is up with himself but he’s just going to    go with it for once.

          "I chose. I chose. I chose. That's all it is, ain't it? Can I choose to not be part of this anymore? It's this kinda bullshit that made me not want to do this in the first place. Someone always gets bitchy 'bout it and I have to deal with it."

"Really? Then why the fuck are you still here? You stuck around for some reason. You did choose. You chose to give a chance and it backfired."

          "Y'know.. I guess so. That's kind of what I mean but don't go sayin' the R word. Makes me sick to m'stomach." The criminal holds hands to his abdomen area, his expression twisting at the thought. "I don't want to be someone's shoulder to cry on. I don't want anniversaries. Just like... a best friend with fuckin' benefits. But you can still fuck other people without it bein' called cheatin'."

    “A partnership is a relationship. Maybe if you just take out the terms girlfriend boyfriend it might be easier for you. Basically everything without a label, yeah?

          "I don't get it either. But while you still are, fancy a fuck?" Spade grinned, crossing his arms as he tilted his head to the side. "Please don't tell me that you love me or anything, because I just might puke in my mouth a bit."

"I don’t even understand why I go back to you, I don’t even get why I’m still talking to you!"

spade is my primary muse and if you don't like him then i don't like u jks, you can not like him bc sometimes he's a dick but he has his reasons and someone really needs to slap him

           "Well, you wouldn't be the first, cupcake. Lot of people can't be 'round me unless I'm goin' down on 'em."

"Oh, wow, Thanks. This is why I  can;t fucking be around you."

           "Not a fair test?                  Well, it certainly works with everything                  anyone else says that's out of reason.                  Kissing without a name is just that."

        There's a chuckle from the Swede,         accompanied by a shake of his head.                                                              "M'name's Roman."

     ”I don’t think that’s a fair test for anything I say—       but I believe it was just me wanting to kiss you       and being a whore because I haven’t got a clue       as to what your name is.”

           "Actually, I can be alone if I wanted to. But I just believe in a long-term partnership. Like, a fuckin' duo or something without the idea of being in a relationship. Like, first choice man, first choice woman.."

      “My sob stories shouldn’t effect you that much. Besides, you can’t spend your whole life being alone.”

           "Chose? I had a choice? I gave a chance, I didn't choose to actually turn a pity fuck into something serious."

"Well, sweetheart you chose this. I warned you in the beginning you chose to ignore it. You brought this on yourself."

           "Okay, you know what? Just because you used the word Swaggie, I'm gonna consider it. For the sake of your mental health because that hurt me just to hear it."

She sighed, sitting next to him, “Patty, I beg you, please? I’m your best friend, and I’m hella swaggie. Please.”