otp: stay. (i’m not going anywhere) – Page 11

axdreil:

soft

andrewmynrd:

every time you say that i believe you a little less

requiemofkings:

i hope this is what the daily life of andreil looks like

shihoran:

stay.

no-fate-but-what-we-make:

I want to kiss you so
badly my lips burn like cigarettes.

Sitting next to you is
torture if I can’t feel your skin against mine, even briefly.

I want to back you up
against a wall and explore your mouth with mine.

The smallest touches
make me want more, but I know you cannot give it to me.

Kissing you would
mean breaking the façade I’ve held for so long.

I savor every small
moment we have together as if I will be dead by tomorrow.

If people paid more
attention they would notice just how much you mean to me.

I want to feel your
cold hands against my burning skin.

I need you more than
you know.

~The innermost thoughts of Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten

shihoran:

where he ends and he begins.

shihoran:

I’m fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.

doumekism:

“I am not a pipe dream,” Neil said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

priincessyona:

The next time someone comes for you, stand down and let me deal with it. Do you understand? If it means losing you, then no. I hate you, you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.

shihoran:

where he ends and he begins.