#hirceth

“um,” he says, rubbing his hand over his face. “you can sleep on the couch if you want,” he shrugs. “or like, you sleep in my bed, and i’ll sleep on the couch. yeah, let’s do that,” he finally decides. it’s a newish apartment, considering ryker was graduating soon, and he couldn’t stay in his frat house forever. it’s close enough to school, and he doesn’t stay there all the time, but he at least has it for when he’s done with school. and he’s all but forced linden to stay there with him, not wanting him around any kind of temptation. not to say that if linden searched hard enough that he wouldn’t find anything, because he would. but, ryker trusts that the younger won’t be going through his shit. 

                                                                 and so it goes                                  you two are dancing in a snowglobe round and round                                   and he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown                     and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars                                                                       hirceth

if it weren’t for the quiet murmuring among his roommates that he questioned, he probably wouldn’t have ever known that something happened to linden. sure, ryker had talked up a big game about linden’s life being ruined because of drugs, but it was really just to scare him, he didn’t think anything would actually happen. and now here they are, months later, and linden’s in the hospital because he overdosed. and ryker feels nothing less than responsible for it. he did have the power to prevent this, but he didn’t let himself care, so he didn’t step in as much as he should have. which is why he finds himself at the bedside of the younger boy, biting at his nails, just waiting for him to wake up. he’s not so sure what he’ll say, if he’ll even say anything. ryker just knows that he cannot leave linden’s side until he knows that he’s fine. hell, ryker doesn’t think he ever wants to leave linden’s side ever again, but, he doesn’t want to admit that to anyone, ever. 

Blaise: I miss you

“then maybe you should care less about who i let fuck me next because your warnings of stds and assholes give away that you care just a little. it's cute, really, so don't sweat it.”

ryker: stop leaving your clothes in my room

◥ ever since he’d  cut his finger while making dinner for the two of them, fox had been a little more quiet than usual. it’d been a long day and it seemed to be the icing on the cake for an even crappier day. having rinsed all  the dishes and put them in the dishwasher and put his pjs on, fox re-entered the living room closing the door behind him, seeing linden laid out on their three seater. ‘lin,’ he  sighed, rolling onto the boy, immediately snuggling into him, a pout sitting clearly on his lips. ( hirceth ) 

‘  sh-sh--..shut u-up !! h-he might --... mi--m-might he-hear y-you !  ’