Jack

I’m alive!!! 

Due to some..reasons. I’ve decided to stop writing, I’m not sure if it’ll stay this way. But I’ve lost someone..very dear to me. And with that. I shall never write, not a book, poetry, anything. I lost someone who I thought I’d never loose but it’s come to that. I’m sorry for anyone who was even slightly interested in anything I bother to publish. I had more ideas but they might not ever come true now..

Anyone down to Rp? Can't sleep tonight, I'm cool with anything tbh just hit me up..

Welp, time for my daily dose of upsetting stories!-xox
          Bill walked down the road, rain pouring on him it did well masking his tears that he shed. He could still feel the blood that ran down from his wrist, he didn't care. All that mattered was where he was going.
                 The moon shone deeply threw the curtain of dark clouds, not that it didn't matter, it was all blurry for him. He finally made it to an apartment. Ringing the bell. 
                 He collapsed in the grip around him, his breathing coming in short breaths his breaths shone in the cold Autumn air. 
              "Hold back the River.." the other whispered, placing his tan mouth on Bills forehead. 
          That's all he needed, Bill finally closed his eyes. 
              His ears rung and his breathing stopped, he couldn't hear anymore.
          "Your the fire and the flood.." Jackson mumbled to his friend. He knew he'd be back. 
          ....someday....

Merry late Christmas-
          The first thing the redhead noticed when he woke up was the blindfold around his eyes. He darted up blindly. "Bill?" He called out hoping his lover would respond. It was Christmas morning so he suspected some kind of surprise from the stripper. 
              Bill giggled as he watched his boyfriend. When he sat up he teasingly climbed into his lap his clothed legs locking him in place. "Morning.." he whispered softly. Brushing his cherry lips against the others. "Bill.." Jackson mumbled relaxing. His voice was a deep heavy low that sent a shiver up Bills spine. 
             When Jackson reached for his blindfold Bill stopped him slowly pulling it off himself. Jacksons deep green eyes lit up at the sight of Bill.
             The smaller sat in the others lap, an innocent look plastered on his pale features. He had on his blocky glasses he only wore around Jackson. A revealing sexy Santa outfit on.     
          He gripped one hand on Jacksons shoulder. "Merry Christmas~" he purred softly. Pecking the others cheek. Jackson rumbled not wanting to wait he pulled the other closer, "Merry Christmas.~" he mumbled. 
          
             --- I wrote a story wowie!