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exquisitexagony · 2 months

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Another long sip from the pint in his hand, nearly finished with it when Leo disagrees so harshly with his comment. He was trying to help her move on. To get her to see that there were much better guys out there for her than himself. Of course, being drunk probably didn't help him in selling the matter. It also didn't help that he found himself a little attracted to that guy as well. He was pretty, gentle-looking...innocent. That purity caught Arthur's attention. Perhaps it was just the hunger picking out the easiest prey or perhaps he truly was Arthur's type. It was hard to say when he was this sloshed.

"All right," he snaps back, lifting his head to look at Leo through squinted, glassy eyes. "Maybe I will." She's already pushing him away at this point, leaving him with nothing but a frown and a near-empty pint of beer. He finishes it off and sets the glass down before beginning to slip through the crowd toward the guy in question.

It wouldn't take long for him to reach the other end of the room, order a couple of drinks and turn on his charm. Soon they were both flirting with each other, Arthur drunkenly laughing along with anything the other had to say. The other was very obviously quite a bit more sober than Arthur, but that didn't matter. In fact, it only made him that much more attractive in their eyes.

"Connor." The name stains Arthur's lips in a slippery whisper, leaning in closer enough that he wouldn't have to shout as much to be heard. "I'm A--" He swallows--a bit of safety bristling the edge of his mind. "Alex." They reach a hand over to rest on Alex's thigh, sliding up slowly, a drunk smile on their lips. Another shot of tequila ordered on the bar.

After a while, their gaze shifts off of Connor, lingering briefly on the man they've suddenly noticed hanging around Leo. The two of them seem...To be getting along. And that worries them. What if he tried to hurt her? Their smile starts to wane as their attention becomes more and more fixed on Leo's interaction with the strange older man. Flashes of what had happened on the side of the road hit him in the skull like a train wreck. He swallows, glancing back at the guy he had so hopefully been flirting with...And soon he's slipping away, following Leo and the stranger out of the crowd from just enough of a distance that they wouldn't notice him...

Until they do.

Until he's no longer hiding in the shadows from a distance. Until the moment he sees the stranger kiss and nip at Leo's neck. Sees the slightly twitch of her fingertips that tells him all he needs to know.

He bolts.

A hand grabs the man's shoulder, ripping him off of her in a silent rage. He may be drunk, but his aim is true. A hard swing right into the guy's face, the sound of his nose cracking against Arthur's knuckles. There was no strength control when he was this drunk.

"Don't you fucking touch her," they hissed, shoving the man to the ground with a snarl. Blood drips off their knuckles--his blood. It smells divine. A sharp kick to his ribcage. Another crack! His voice is something fierce, something deep and angry, booming over the man on the ground who can do little in the way of defending himself at this point.

"YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

#gollldrush #v; flesheater #blood tw #anger tw #fight tw #violence tw

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gollldrush · 1 month

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@exquisitexagony sent: [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears & [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding | arthur and leo.

The gentle waves lap at the shore, sand cold beneath her body as she stares at the stars. One hand is twined with Arthur’s, both engulfed in silence. The only light trickles down from the moon, reflecting hauntingly across the water. Behind them, the dune grasses dance in a soft breeze.

She had been to the beach plenty of times, both as a child and as an adult. Summers spent on yachts, trolling boardwalks, and getting kicked out of bars for being underage. A completely different life than the one she was living now. This life where she had somehow found peace even if on the surface it was more chaotic than the previous.

Her hand releases from theirs as she props herself up on her elbows. She looks at them once, then back out across the sea – back again, except,

They’ve become taller. Their curly hair replaced with a short, side-swept style – no longer Arthur at all, in fact. Eric rolls on his side, a wicked smile on his face. His hand closes around her neck so quick there’s little time to react. He drags her under him, choking, choking, choking –

Leo wakes up gasping for air and hideously clawing at invisible hands on her throat, catapulting herself backwards and off the bed. A few kicks have landed against Arthur’s skin – a terrified scream peels from her mouth as she hurriedly shoves herself into a corner. She flails against the wall, hitting a nail head that’s jutting out and ripping her skin. She doesn’t notice the blood – only thinks she sees Eric when her eyes pop open and Arthur is in front of her.

“No, no, no, NO!” She kicks at them, terrified – trapped in the throes of her nightmare. “Don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me.” Eyes are wide and wild, feral almost. “Eric I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

#leoxarthur #answered memes #nightmare tw #ptsd tw #violence tw #fear tw #fight tw #domestic violence mention #blood tw #injury tw

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mischiefxmuses · 1 year

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Open welcome starter for Mulan @hiddenstarters

She was enjoying her job as special ops commander but she also enjoyed the one on one personal training. So she offered some training in martial arts and weapons training. She has set up the studio when the door opened. "Good evening." She smiled kindly at the other. "Are you here for a training session?"

#mulan & interactions #weapon mention tw #fight tw #hw: starter

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nyxwordsmithwrites · 4 months

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Chemically Imbalanced Chapter 40

Trigger warnings: violence, unplanned pregnancy, immigration problems, abuse, spousal abuse,

Jose couldn't believe that his son was sitting in front of him. Years had passed since he last saw him and he'd all but lost hope for a reunion. But here they were. Roman, his son, had become an adult in the time that passed. The reunion was bittersweet to Jose as it reminded him of just how much of his son's life he missed. Remus and Roman chatted as though no time had passed which only made the guilt he felt sting more.

Virgil shifted in his seat and moved a cup of tea towards Jose, "You look like you might need it just as much as me." He offered, trying to lighten the mood when he'd noticed that Jose held his tension in the same places as Roman.

The older gentleman sighed and rolled his shoulders attempting to release some of the tension, "I--thanks." He replied, taking the hot ceramic cup and letting the heat ground him. The next time he looked up he saw Roman looking at him, "Roman." He offered quietly, "I don't even know where to start or how to explain." He said quietly, looking back down at his tea not daring to look at Roman for fear of seeing resentment or hate.

"Just like in the Sound of Music, the beginning is a very good place to start. " Roman offered with a smile, watching his dad and taking him in. Even though it had been years there was something so familiar about him, that familiarity brought safety.

Jose let out a wet chuckle, "Alright then. The beginning it is."

There was no denying that it had been love at first sight. Jose had been studying abroad for a semester when he met Natalie. The whirlwind romance was one for the ages. They quickly went from strangers to never seeing one without the other.

Their friends had said something about how they were too dependent on each other however both of them brushed it off. Those comments only made the two of them seek each other out even more.

When the semester came to an end Jose tried to convince Natalie to come back home with him but was met with resistance.

"I don't want to move. What if it upsets the baby?" Natalie worried, resting her hand over her nonexistent bump.

Jose nearly fainted right there as he took in his beautiful Natalie, she stood near the window with the setting sun behind her casting a bright halo around her making her look angelic, "You're pregnant?" He asked, leaning heavily against the bench for support.

Natalie turned towards her boyfriend with a bright smile and nodded, "I am."

With those two words, Jose's fate was sealed. He would do anything to be there for his child. Natalie had never looked as beautiful as she did at that moment. He quickly moved towards her and spun her in circles, quietly whispering near her ear in his native language about how happy he was and how he couldn't wait to be a father.

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Jose did his best to provide for them but unfortunately, immigration policies that had been put in place did not work in his favor. Eventually, Natalie stated that the visa process and the money were a waste of time when they could just get married. With their marriage came the ability to earn more money with better-paying jobs due to his visa.

But the marriage had been more out of necessity or obligation than love. For years Jose had tried to get a visa through the legal channels and had poured so much money into the process. He had his second thoughts about the marriage especially when they were really struggling and he'd picked up any overtime that was offered. The reason for the overtime was two-fold. One was because they needed the money as Natalie insisted on being a stay-at-home mom. Two he dreaded going home every night. If he didn't work overtime Natalie yelled that he was good for nothing and tried to starve their son to death. On the other hand, if he worked overtime Natalie became suspicious and accused him of cheating on her. Of course, neither of these were true but after hearing them so often it felt like maybe she was right.

With a better-paying job and more manageable hours, Jose finally felt like he was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. All that changed after Remus was born.

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There was something different about Natalie after Remus. She looked at the child like she feared he might spontaneously combust or perhaps she was wishing he would. She had never looked at Roman that way. Jose thought maybe he was just seeing things since her behavior towards Roman hadn't changed.

After a long shift, Jose came home and found Natalie barricading herself in the kitchen with a knife pointed at Remus. She was shrieking and crying as she watched her son. It was impossible to understand what she was saying and honestly, Jose wasn't sure he wanted to know.

His eyes went to Remus who was sitting up and looking at his mom, reaching his hands out for her but by the look in Natalie's eyes she didn't even recognize the child as her. The first thing he noticed about Remus was the blood around him that was coming from his hand.

Jose picked up Remus and took him and Roman to the bathroom so he could patch up his son. He would likely never know how Remus got injured as that day Remus stopped talking to anyone but Roman.

This was the first time Jose considered that maybe Natalie needed help. He did his best to keep Remus away from her and ensure that he had everything he needed. Jose also tried to urge Natalie to seek professional help but if anything that only made things worse. Even when he suggested Roman and Remus go to therapy he was met with resistance by Natalie.

When Jose had brought up seeking help Natalie had screamed and cried for hours about how she was trying her best and maybe if he did more this wouldn't be happening

Without Natalie's knowledge, he did manage to take both of his sons to therapy. Jose couldn't care less what Natalie's reaction would be if she ever found out. This was in the best interest of his children.

At this point, Jose was half convinced that this was normal behavior. There were times after the fact that Jose went over all of the days leading up to the end that he tried to pinpoint if he'd missed a sign but everything seemed normal.

One day he came home from work with Remus on his hip to find the house trashed. There was a letter amongst the wreck from Natalie that said she was taking Roman and leaving. That Jose was no longer the man she married and she couldn't take it anymore. Upon reading that letter Jose knew he should've felt sad or ashamed but he couldn't help but feel relief. That Remus was safe, he was safe. The only thing he was worried about was Roman. How he'd ever find his son or ensure that he was okay. There was no telling what Natalie would be capable of. Thankfully, she hadn't shown any aggression towards Roman but Jose knew that it wasn't safe for Natalie to have him.

After Natalie left Jose never stopped looking for Roman. However, there were very few people who wanted to assist an immigrant in finding his child. He'd told his story many times and found that most people just stared at him and came to the conclusion that his wife was abused and running for a reason. During his search child protective services had been called on him multiple times as anyone who listened to his story assumed that Remus was also in danger. Thankfully these assumptions were unfounded and he was able to take care of Remus on his own.

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Years had passed and Jose had stopped telling people his story. This didn't mean he'd stopped looking for Roman but he mostly used the internet or prayed that somehow they would make it back to each other.

The day has been like any other day when he received a text from an unknown number claiming to be Roman. Jose was hesitant to believe it at first as it seemed so impossible but upon further investigation he realized it was actually Roman.

It took everything in him to be patient to schedule a meet up. This was his son they were talking about. A son he never thought he would be allowed to see again. With the reconnection came the hard part of trying to explain to his grown son what had happened. But it felt like all he had were excuses. That he hadn't tried hard enough or been a good enough father.

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Once he'd said his part Jose hazard a glance at Roman and saw that his son had tears streaming down his face, "I'm so sorry." He pleaded, needing his son to understand.

Roman shook his head, "Dad no." He whispered, wiping at his face and feeling Virgil's hand on his thigh rubbing small circles, "you did so much for both of us." He added, "She--she always told me you left."

"I promise you I didn't. I have spent all of my free time looking for you." Jose assured, setting his hand on the table near Roman and instantly relaxing when he grasped his hand.

The teen choked on a sob, "I believe you." He whispered, squeezing his hand.

Those three words broke all of Jose's resolve. Roman believed him. His son didn't blame him. He didn't hate him. Jose swallowed hard, "Roman. Can I have another hug?" He asked gently, trying to let his son set the pace.

Roman immediately got up and wrapped his arms around his father, not even allowing him to get out of his seat, "please stay."

Jose whimpered and leaned into Roman any attempt at trying to pull himself together shattered by his son's request to have him stay.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #prinxiety #virgil sanders #roman sanders #fight tw #abuse tw #flashback tw #unplanned pregnancy tw #chemically imbalanced

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selfshippingquotes · 2 years

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S/I: Me and F/O like to play this game called "Seven Minutes in Hell" where we go inside a closet and beat the shit out of each other.

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vuulpecula · 6 months

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✖ @rickgrimesdoingrickthings cont.

Fox was impressed. Impressed that it hadn't come to a full out fist fight in the hallway as the fuse between the men finally seemed to really spark. They hadn't even seemed to hear her call out 'hey! knock it off!' when she re-entered the corridor after hearing raised voices. The blows that followed weren't that surprising. Rick had been acting differently, quieter, distant. She tried to talk to him, tried to get him to open back up to her, but the way his eyes were--hard, angry--she wasn't sure what to do except wait for this phase to pass as the last one had. The stages of grief, right?

For a moment, Fox gawked, watching as red began dripping from Rick's nose. She had seen his head hit the wall, had heard the sickening thud of it. Her own skull felt rattled by the noise. As he brushed past her, Fox turned, jogging after him toward the bathrooms. It didn't matter if they were separate, she was going to follow him in and snap at anyone else to get out if she had to. "Rick, hold on, slow down. Let me look at your nose," she called after him, already looking at the back of his head with concern. Shane was an ass, gaining a family wasn't going to change that. "Grimes, let me help you."

#rickgrimesdoingrickthings #x | v. it changes you; either into one of them or something a lot less than the person you were ( TWD TWO. )#blood tw #fight tw #[ ;-; ]#x | i'm not living i'm just killing time ( QUEUE. )

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nyctcphiliacs · 3 months

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open to: m/f/nb muse: Sam Palmer; the dancer

“Out,” comes before the question is even posed, body still vibrating from rage as she continues fixing hair in the mirror. Never bothering to meet the other’s heated gaze, fingers prodding to grab the lipstick lying on the bathroom counter. The tension from the earlier fight looming over the pair is purposefully neglected as the coloured stick is pressed to pouted lips, “I need to finish getting ready.”

#indie crime rp #indie smut rp #indie horror rp #indie kink rp #open starter #fight tw

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papermccn · 5 months

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closed starter for michael !! @nightwhispcrs

while answering a complaint; something about a fight breaking out a bar.. vanessa wasn't expecting to see a familiar face; she went up to him.. trying to contain any laughter she had; maybe it wasn't humorous- but this situation was. "-wow I can't say I was expecting to see you here tonight, you get into fistfights often? -or is this just an excuse to see me?"

#( vanessa;replies)#( vanessa & michael)#fight tw

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brvkencrcwns · 3 months

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It had been some time since Kody had gone out. Hell, he'd been so busy preparing for tour that he'd hardly had any time to do anything, let alone go partying, which was actually a dreadful realization in his mind. But tonight, he made time. He got a few buddies together and went to one of the best strip clubs in LA, where there were some of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.

He and the guys stayed in a group for a while, passed some dollars to the strippers, but then he wound up getting separated from his inner circle, leaving him alone near the stage. Where he got a first-hand look at a patron getting a little too handsy with one of the girls onstage. And he wasn't letting up no matter how uncomfortable she got.

Kody shook his head and approached the man, who was around his same height. "Leave her alone."

The asshole scoffed, laughing to the group of men behind him. Then he turned back towards Kody. "Or what?

"This."

And without giving it a second thought, Kody raised his fist and swung, decking the guy right in the face and sending him flying backwards.

@babyfacewrites

#{✮} ⸻ 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔬―【𝔎𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩】✵#harassment tw #fight tw #babyfacewrites

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greysnkidd · 11 months

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SELF-PARA | CAN YOU TAKE A PUNCH?

brief mentions - @dantekidd @kpmatthewskidd @feykaplan

He was supposed to be happy.

He loved his job and everything he did for it was getting the exact attention he wanted, even to a point it exceeded what he hoped for at first; his friends were around him making his day-to-day life better; and most importantly the girl he lost was back in his life and though he didn’t admit it to anyone it was everything he wanted for the past couple of months.

But what the hell was this gnarly feeling eating at him from the inside out?

Ever since he talked with K.P., using that word vaguely as it was anything but, he couldn’t relax and give in to the moment in which his life finally made sense again. And he knew everything always stems down to one thing, one person - his father. Even now when he was at Dante’s house trying to focus on what his cousin was saying his mind just went back to his sibling and father.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

His intentions were to go home pack a bag for the gym and take out his frustration there, but the longer he drove the further he strayed from the road to his place and before he could give it a second thought he was parked outside his father’s house and already stepping out the car. “Fuck it,” he mumbled and walked up to the door, his arm fell heavy with a loud knock and it didn’t take long before it was open and his second wife was standing there. “Can you get your husband?”

He walked off the patio, moving in circles while trying to connect his thoughts and say what he wanted his father to hear. “What do you want, boy?” he whipped his head back at the sound of his voice, narrowing his eyes at the older Kidd. “To talk.” he gave him a short reply with a shrug of his shoulders. “Talk about what? You got yourself in some trouble again? Can’t go to your mom?” Greyson laughed wryly, so much for all those words about family a couple of years ago when his affair finally came to light. “You’re the last person that gets to talk about her. You lost that when you left.” He still remembers the day when the drunk finally left their home, when they finally got a break, when they could finally breathe like normal people. And even then it hurt, but he knew it was for the better. “Don’t talk about grown up business when you’re still acting like a child!” his father raised his voice which only gave Greyson more ammunition.

“Grown up business? When’s the last fucking time you’ve been acting like a grown up? When somebody had to pick you up from the bar, because you were too drunk to make it home? When mom had to pick you up from the station, because cops found you passed out in the park? All those fucking times you were rolling on the couch barely even conscious? Is that what a fucking adult is supposed to be fucking doing?” Grey matched his father’s voice, he didn’t care if he’s causing a scene. He just didn’t. “You shut your mouth, you ungrateful boy!” his father came face-to-face with Greyson grabbing onto the front of his shirt and brought his face right in front of his, “grateful for what?” this time he yelled, staring directly into his eyes, piercing him with the hatred coating his heart.

“Everything is your fucking fault! You ruined everything. You’re nothing but a piece of shit. You got your new family years ago, but even they know you’re good for nothing, Yeah, you don’t drink anymore, but you didn’t own up for one fucking thing you did. You wanted me and K.P. to get along, well guess what all I see is you when I look at them. All I see is your stupid face with your eyes barely open stumbling inside at six in the fucking morning. How come they were better than me? How come this woman was better than mom? How come you didn’t give an ounce of shit about your son? Why wasn’t I good enough?” He couldn’t stop the words spewing out of his mouth, his voice getting louder with each sentence he’s wanted to throw at him since the day he left. “I didn’t want you, Greyson! I didn’t want to get married to your mother or start a family, I didn’t want to be tied down. But she got pregnant and then you showed up. And when I found out about K.P. I knew it was my chance to be an actual father.”

Those words brought out rage in Grey and before he could say anything his fist came in contact with his father’s face. Again and again and again until someone was pulling him off the man who just told him he was unwanted. “Is this why you sent me away when I was sixteen? Is this why when I asked you to help you said you would, but fucking agreed with her?” he spat those words laced with venom, while a man held him back as he tried to pry himself free and continue. “You made your bed, child, you had to lay in it. You deserved worse, you deserved prison!”

“Let me the fuck go,” the man did as told and brought his hands up in defense, but told he’d call the police if he attacked again. “No need to I’m fucking leaving.” he turned to look at his father, his face full of pent up anger and sadness. “You’re dead to me. I’ll see you in hell.”

#⋮ ❛ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃 › self-para.#unwanted child tw #fight tw

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exquisitexagony · 2 months

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He can smell the blood the moment she bites into her cheek and he turns away, closing his eyes for a moment, his hands on his hips. A deep breath. This isn't what he wanted. Her yelling wasn't making this any easier. Coming back had been a hard enough choice to make, but he did it time and time again because...

He's just staring at her now, letting her shout, letting her get out her frustration. His chest is tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. He's gripping his hips tight enough that it hurts, but he's trying not to blow up. He's trying to be civil. Something he's never been very good at. A sniff, trying to ignore the lump in his throat, the angry tears trying to catch his eyes. They wouldn't come. Not if he had anything to do with it. They cleared their throat.

"Are you done?" Their voice was softer this time, though still frustrated. They weren't going to start talking until they knew she was going to just...listen. For once, just listen.

"You know, I said I didn't know why I didn't kill you that day in the diner," they began after a long moment. "And I didn't know. Not for a long time, but I put the pieces together and it's fucking killing me." They swallow. "Leo, the only reason I keep coming back is--" They turn away for a moment, having a hard time spitting it out.

"Leo, I fucking love you!" The words were frantic, shaking, as if he had to force them out of his mouth before they escaped him again. His voice cracked. And there were the tears stinging his blurry gaze.

"I have loved you since the moment I met you. And, dammit--" A pause, trying to collect himself. His gaze falls to the ground. A sigh, releasing the tension in his shoulders. "It scares me to death." Another long pause, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"I've always pushed people away! My whole life I thought nobody could handle all of my shit! No, I knew nobody could handle it..! Hell, I've tried to push you away..! I tried to- to- to be...somebody you wouldn't want, but you keep...You've always come back! You never let me get away then and you- and--I can't- I can't...get you out of my head. When I leave everything hurts. I can't breathe without you, but--" A shaky exhale, tears staining his cheeks now despite his best efforts. "But I keep trying to escape anyway..! Running is all I know!" They shook their head slowly, biting their lip. "And I know that if I stick around sooner or later time will catch up with me. You'll die. Or I'll give up. Or something horrible will happen that's worse than all that and I can't-- I can't handle that Leo. I can't-- I'm not--" His breath caught in his throat. "I'm not strong enough for that." He heaves out another sigh, slowing down now to catch his breath.

"But at the same time..." He feels his lips quiver and presses them together tightly. "At the same time, you're...you're the reason I'm still alive." A beat. "You're the reason I still wake up every morning. Ever since you've been around, I've stopped wondering if-- If maybe I'd be better off dead. With you around, giving up isn't an option and that fucking--" A slight whimper, their breath catching again. They tear their hands back through their curls, shaking. "That scares me too! Because the world doesn't need someone like me, Leo! It needs you! And I'm... I'm too damn selfish to let you go."

#gollldrush #v; flesheater #fight tw #suicidal thoughts tw

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