Things we lose. Things we love. Things we hold. They will always be lost. No matter how tight you hold onto them. Over and over... They slip through the cracks like sand. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save myself. I couldn't save them. Again And again. History will always repeat. No matter how hard I try...
pickle falls in love with the punk rock boy (knife) at his local mcdonalds then eventually KISS (oh my gyatt GAY PEOPLE GAYS GAAAAY GAAYYAY 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯) ORIGINALLY ON AO3
oh the appeal of two gamer bros who kiss and make each other better people i wrote this two years ago and finally decided to clean it up and finish it, so here it is on wattpad for the first time! I'm not super proud of it and would definitely write something much different if starting from scratch, but I know some pe...