i mean i can't make anything specific but i've got the standard alopecia and bedbug curses stashed in my drawer, you can't tell me it wouldn't be funny to test those out
( soon actually isn't all that accurate. he takes a little longer than necessary, tries to walk off the miserable downturns in his mouth, but it's about as effective as expected.
by the time he's knocking on nate's door, he's no better for it, but he still cracks a smile when he sees nate. it's impossible not to, even if he is feeling unpleasantly wounded and exposed. and he keeps the smile firmly in place, because that's what nick does. )
I love Christmas movies, you know. I don't even care that it's going to be packed full of porn, I'll still love it.
[ There's a smile at his door, and Nate cannot help but kiss it.
Then he's taking Nick's hands to usher him inside, and bring him through to the living room where a big bowl of creamy egg nog is waiting, and the sofa is piled high with pillows so comfy, it's very clear they were put here by someone far more interested in interior design than Nate. ]
Remember you said that when you see Santa's grotto of elf subs. Fucking disturbing.
You don't think it's hot? I wanna be on Santa's naughty list
( which is probably an answer to the question in and of itself, in the way he winds his hands around nate's and raising his eyebrows like it's some kind of game. like it wasn't one of the shittiest nights in a little while that had him here in the first place.
he's trying to be better, more upfront with his feelings, but the lazy grin and wink comes so much easier to him. it's hard to choose a different route, even when the sting of it is your main boon still feels fresh and raw. )
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he doesnt do it on purpose.
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you tell him?
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the whole thing was so embarrassing + i dont think he really gets it anyway.
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you know you deserve everything, right? you deserve someone who makes you feel a million dollars
more, even
you deserve someone who treats you as good as you treat them.
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i do know that
all this shit is just getting in my head
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well i mean
why are you with someone who's not treating you right, then?
that's not judgement
genuine question.
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i just
i dont know i didnt think we were friends but i thought we were on...friendlier terms than this
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i mean i can't make anything specific but i've got the standard alopecia and bedbug curses stashed in my drawer, you can't tell me it wouldn't be funny to test those out
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but you dont have to do it for me. i just got my feelings hurt, i'll get over it.
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come on. we can watch an upsettingly porny christmas movie and get drunk on egg nog
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but secondly, i wouldn't care if you were crying because you stubbed your toenail in a door, it still wouldn't be stupid.
come here and let me take care of you please
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are you home now?
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open arms waiting for you
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ok i wont be long. pour me something strong
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i'll put extra shots in it, i promise
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see you soon x
( soon actually isn't all that accurate. he takes a little longer than necessary, tries to walk off the miserable downturns in his mouth, but it's about as effective as expected.
by the time he's knocking on nate's door, he's no better for it, but he still cracks a smile when he sees nate. it's impossible not to, even if he is feeling unpleasantly wounded and exposed. and he keeps the smile firmly in place, because that's what nick does. )
I love Christmas movies, you know. I don't even care that it's going to be packed full of porn, I'll still love it.
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Then he's taking Nick's hands to usher him inside, and bring him through to the living room where a big bowl of creamy egg nog is waiting, and the sofa is piled high with pillows so comfy, it's very clear they were put here by someone far more interested in interior design than Nate. ]
Remember you said that when you see Santa's grotto of elf subs. Fucking disturbing.
How d'you feel?
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( which is probably an answer to the question in and of itself, in the way he winds his hands around nate's and raising his eyebrows like it's some kind of game. like it wasn't one of the shittiest nights in a little while that had him here in the first place.
he's trying to be better, more upfront with his feelings, but the lazy grin and wink comes so much easier to him. it's hard to choose a different route, even when the sting of it is your main boon still feels fresh and raw. )
I feel like one of those drinks, is what I feel.
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