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#My tags?? Gone like my sanity after writing THE MOST for Teo T_____________T
14dayswithyou Β· 1 year
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Reddie: I can’t help but imagine living with you years from now.
Teva: Please don’t let this be temporary.
Soft spot prompts | No longer accepting !!
Born to say "πŸ’—πŸ’–πŸ’•πŸ’—I love ReddieπŸ’•πŸ’–πŸ’—πŸ’•"... forced to say "I enjoy Teo"....... T_T /j
Under a "read more" because I wrote a whole novel????? teehee
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"Yeah? We livin' in a Hot Topic store together?"
While it was meant in jest, the dark-haired man couldn't stop his mind from drifting to bittersweet thoughts of 'what if...?'.
Bitter, because it was impossible to think that Eddie would ever find the man tolerable β€” let alone interesting enough to stick around for. And sweet, because despite it all, anything that had to do with Eddie always manages to pull at his heartstrings and make him stumble over his words.
I can imagine it too, Ren thinks, easily imagining the two of them in a quaint house near the city. Close enough for Eddie to visit his twin whenever he'd like, but far enough away from all the fucked up memories that haunted them both. Besides, Ren never needed anything in that hellscape of a place anyways. He already found his home in Eddie.
But the words that left his mouth were something entirely different.
"It's not a bad idea, the Hot Topic thing." He turns away then, though his pinky doesn't stray far from Ed's. "Maybe it'll stop me from borrowing your jackets all the damn time."
Liar. He liked the smell of Eddie too much.
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He's on his phone again, doing everything he can to distract himself from the woman currently occupying the right side of his bed. It was hard to ignore the way Diva's manicured nails idly traced over his snake tattoo, but it was even harder to ignore the fact that he felt a million miles away from her in that moment.
And it was all his fault.
What started as a casual hookup soon turned sour. It was only supposed to be a one-off thing; he'd treat her to dinner, bed her, and then leave the next morning β€” and Diva knew that too. But somehow... Something changed along the way. He started paying attention to her; seeing her in places where he shouldn't. Lipgloss stains on his pillows. Glitter on his shirts. Marks on his chest. Green press-on nails in his car. Eyebags from staying up all night texting her. A void in his heart that only seemed to fill whenever she was around.
Teo was getting attached to Diva and he knew it. He wasn't one to get feelings involved, yet he could do little to ignore the burning sting of envy whenever he'd listen to Diva talk about someone else.
When she slowly started to turn into someone else.
Green nails that were now purple. A custom Luis Vuitton bag that was switched out for a Hello Kitty ita backpack instead. A blurry lockscreen of his shadow now replaced by a carefully made art piece in her likeness. Her most recent texts going from TπŸ’š to KKπŸ’œ.
With a sigh, Teo finally acknowledges Diva's presence. He doesn't dare look at her, knowing fully well that she'd be sporting those soft, sparkly eyes that he just can't seem to say 'no' to. And so, he throws his phone somewhere on the bedside table and leans in close enough to press a kiss against her jaw β€” but not before pulling away with cold eyes and an even colder heart.
"It was never permanent in the first place, was it?"
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