The. Two. Veins. On The V Line.

The. Two. Veins. On the v line.

Can I just...

WHATS THE REASON?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

calvin klein is gonna be the death of me...

no one asked, but no... I'm not doing well

Fanfics

but you liked me bad

word count: 664 genre/theme: toxic reader as always, imagine whoever you would like... sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

You could only lean over the edge a little bit before he pulled you back. 

“Are you stupid or crazy?” You looked into his eyes. He was concerned, exactly how you wanted him to be. 

You leaned in close to him, lips inches away. 

“Are you worried?” You muttered.

“Stop that.” His cheeks blushed. He looked cute when he was worried about you. You took a step back from him and then breathed out a cloud of vapor. Winter wasn’t here and yet, your heart was already ice cold. 

You took a seat on the edge, legs dangling over the city beneath you. It took him a few moments before he sat next to you, cross-legged. He was probably wondering the same question as you. What were you guys? What was this magnetic pull you seemed to have on him? Why did he show up? Why couldn’t he keep away?

Then he asked the most important question of all.

“Why did you call me?” You were impressed. His voice wasn’t shaking and he had the guts to speak up. 

“I wanted to.”

“You said you had something to tell me.”

“I lied.” 

“If you’re going to act like this,” You immediately faced him. 

“You’re going to leave?” You challenged him. He was frozen, between the colder air and your words, you were hoping it was the latter.

“I…” You stood up and brushed your clothes.

“Go on, leave then.” You nudged towards the door. He sighed before he stood up. 

“You can’t keep calling me just to chase me away.”

“If you want me to stop, then don’t pick up.” You said before taking a step towards him. 

“Unless,” You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned in close. He still had the same perfume. He still used the same soap. He smelled like home, but you would never admit that out loud. 

“You don’t want me to stop calling you?” You mumbled, tracing your lips against his skin. 

“Stop.” He breathed but you knew him too well. It came out like a gasp, a secret signal to say he wanted more. 

“Or what?” You looked up at him with those eyes he adored so much. 

“We’re not good for each other.” He whispered but you didn’t look away. 

“I know.” You left a soft kiss on the corner of his lip. 

“But you want me, right?” 

He was right, or rather, half right. You weren’t good for him. You knew which buttons to push to make him come back, you knew the right things to say and do to make him want you again. You knew it would all end in flames but you still wanted it. You wanted the pain, the fights, the storms in your relationship. You wanted to see him beg for you, devour you with each kiss, hold you like this was the last time he would. You knew what made him tick. 

But he didn’t deserve that. No, this was where he was wrong. See, it wasn’t that he wasn’t good for you. In your world, where everything had a clock, he had always seen you as eternity. He wanted you, wholly, fully. He truly loved you. 

And even though you knew that, you couldn’t bring yourself to give it back. So you twisted him around and you played him like a fiddle. Even when he left, you didn’t wake up. You pulled him back in your bed and you did what you pleased. 

Some part of you wished he would just say-

“No.”

“I don’t want you like this anymore.” 

He took a step away from you. It was a strange feeling as if you were looking at yourself from another perspective. You could see your confusion. You could feel the heat of embarrassment. The air was suddenly colder and you had the urge to laugh or cry. You weren’t sure.

“This is the end. I hope we don’t meet again.”

Then he just left you.

a/n: i honestly thought this was going to be a good challenge for me, to write something with the reader being in the wrong. but i actually really disliked the experience. i kind of felt like scrubbing my brain clean after this. i kept thinking of people i didn't want to think about and it messed with me so there's that. but at least i tried it! thank you again for your support and i hope you liked this and that it turned out well. i might try this again in the future but right now i need a full cleanse. i will try to go back to my angsty writing soon!

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