#ty.meme

my muse has been injured / fallen ill, but is too stubborn to stay in bed and recover…  

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ty wasn’t exactly what most would call caring or compassionate. a bit of the opposite, actually. and though his best friend wasn’t always an exception, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit responsible after the blonde came back from their trip to the beach house sick. he wouldn’t be quick to voice his guilt, which was why he did the next best thing and attempted to nurse him back to health.

really, he had no idea what he was doing other than the few things he remembered from his doing aside from the few things he remembered from his childhood and the help of the internet. he even reached out to his mom for some guidance on what to do (which was something he probably wouldn’t have even done for himself — so maybe adam really was more of an exception to his usual callousness than he thought). it was around the third day of being home, and while he was showing signs of recovery he didn’t want to take any risks.

“c’mon, shoo.” ty spoke to his roommate once he appeared in the kitchen, giving him a couple gentle swats to the shoulder. “i told you the soup was coming in a couple minutes. would’ve been quick if someone didn’t lose the can opener.” and by someone he meant himself, cause he barely allowed the other to lift a finger in the condition he had been in. but he held the contraption up in his other hand to show he had, in fact, found it. “lay down, i’ll be in there in a minute. put something good on for us to watch.” he suggested, giving the other another pat to his shoulder before he got to work on the soup he was making for him.

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↳ [ RESOLUTE ] : sender wakes to find receiver is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go.

It had been a surprisingly early night for the two of them — most likely because they stayed up the entire night before. He would have still been asleep if it weren’t for his phone waking him up. And if that weren’t enough of a headache, it was his dad on the other line. The conversation was short, mostly because Ty cut It short. It was the same old; the old politician expressing his disappointment in his son and his lack of ambition. He felt a comment about Declain coming up, and decided to be mature for once and end the call before he said anything that would have gotten him cut off.

And so he decided to cope with it the way he coped with every other issue that stemmed from his father: drugs. Currently, his drug of choice was weed. Normally, he would have went for whatever would get him messed up the quickest, but he had been putting a bit of thought into what he was putting into his body now that he sort of had the other to worry about. And as if on cue, the sound of the bedroom door clicking open could be heard from the other side of the apartment as soon as his mind went to his green-haired lover. He finished the blunt and waited for the other to appear, which happened not a minute later. 

He watched with a tired smile as he joined him on the couch, latching onto him without a word. “What, did ya’ smell it?” He teased, reached an arm out to close around the smaller male.“I was just gonna smoke this and going back to bed, if you want in. I talked to my dad.” They were far from the type to talk about their problems so openly to each other, but he was sure by then the other knew of his less than good relationship he had with his father. His hand rested at Declain’s side, lightly caressing the skin there as a silence fell between them.

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NAME: worm 🐛💚 RINGTONE: acquainted - the weeknd

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