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@ringedleader you’re all bark, no bite. try me, asshole. and — and i didn’t even hit her ! not once. you ain’t hit chicks you dig !
dallas was slow today- sore was the better word. he hissed gently as he sat next to steve in the curtis’s house hold- “ god damn- “ he muttered, leaning back and gripping his hair. “ h-how are you and the lady, stevie? “ he asked, letting out a long heavy sigh- the male had gotten drunk, hella drunk. his old man beat the shit out of him- he got drunk and woke up next to a cute guy in the morning- his body was littered with bruises and bite marks but he couldn’t care less. he felt like shit. “ Steve- oh my god- ow- “ he mumbled, groaning softly as he tensed up at the pain his ribs and ass was in.
@ofcockiness \\ “ yes, of course- “ he said softly, nodding a bit as he hugged the smaller, “ i’m good at secrets- keep all of mine- “ he laughed softly, as he pushed his hair back from his face and hooked his arms around steve. dallas sighed gently “ you’ve liked me? really? “ he asked with a risen brow
@rxggedandhaxnted // steve stayed nuzzled up into his side. “ it’s okay . i’ve liked you for awhile now. i know how you are .” he smiled slightly, his eyes gentle as he nuzzled into dallas’ side. “ can we just .. cuddle but keep it on the down low ? i don’t know if I want the gang to know or not ,,”
@ofcockiness \\ dallas nodded “ i know- i just needed- that- “ he said softly. “ but i do require i can call you all the pet names i want, stevie- and i’m not, the most stable person? i’m crazy and reckless, haunted, and very, very emotionally unstable- so- yeah. “ he laughed “ by you know that- we’ve been friends for a good while. “ he gently hugged the other boy before he leaned his head back and wore a wide smile. “ what are we going to do the rest of the day? “ dallas asked
@tuslascharm / * im too scared to look how many notifs i have on my other account. steve filled his eyes, “ i hope the frosting stains ,” though, he dramatically gasped, seeming as if he was mocking soda as the frosting was smeared on his uniform. “ you asshole !” he grumbled, though he grabbed the back of soda’s shirt, yanking him back ever so slightly just to ruffle his hair with the smallest bit of the cake still in his hands before he laughed. of course, revenge. and he sprinted off to his car the next minute. he had about as much energy as a dog in the morning, least to say.
@tuslascharm / ** iconic. i was too scared to drop a starter. covered in chocolate cake crumbs as the other watched cartoons with two-bit, he finally glanced at his friend. he snickered, which did make some of his .. breakfast fly from his lips. he glanced down at his shoes, and shrugged as he assumed his friend had grabbed a different pair. “ boss’ll fire both of us, and im beating on you if that happens, curtis .” he snorted as he followed after him looping an arm around his shoulders. he did step on soda’s foot, and was surprised when he was met with such a soft shoe — enough so he glanced down, and this long, annoyed sigh left his lips. “ man, i told you it’s a law or somthin to wear clothes to work, but, y’know, you’re gonna step on a nail without shoes ,” with a hand filled with chocolate frosting, he playfully smeared it against the others cheek. “ i’ll get my truck ready !”
please don't beat my head in -
