#freaking covered in takeout sauce probably watching a sad movie and crying lmao...raven stop being a crybaby challenge

[boxwinebaddie]

… can we get the realer and worse toxic yaoi

oh don't you WORRY, my loves! i am...writing it. ;)

smh.

i'm miserable.

Slay Olay! <3

so i was thinking way too hard about kyle showing up on the doorstep of their apartment all fucked up from fighting transphobes and stan taking care of him eVEn thOugh thEy bRokE uP ( and broke the hearts of dawn spawn ravesey super fans everywhere, mind you! ) and i started writing something...it's not finished and it's in these weird stage directions while i try and write...better, less cringeworthy actions. but you know what, you asked, and you shall receive. but...

be careful what you wish for, darlings. xx

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[ this...is not his proudest moment.

he thinks as he drags his limp body towards the apartment, every step excruciating. kyle, mi amor, you've been fighting again! stan would scold and curse under his breath, shaking his lovely head, his bangs in his eyes, a dark natural brown, the way they always were when he was happy and healthy, with a tanned sun-kissed hand braced on his hip, his tattoos swirling enticingly beneath it. stan hated when he got into fights. but who gives a shit, right? surely not stan, because stan hated him even more right now, a terrible thought that thrummed all through his aching head as he finally made it to their front door.

...or, what used to be their front door.

it was late, the rest of the world was asleep, with craig's sister, who'd been cat sitting for them, hopefully all tricia tuckered out and in bed. he didn't want her to see him like this. he'd be absolutely horrified.

kyle hated being vulnerable...almost as much as he hated being alone.

but that was just as well: he was a hideous and unlovable thing.

which was why he couldn't say it. kyle grit his teeth. he was uncapable of it! he reasoned unreasonably, as he went to unlock the door, haunted and taunted by the silly novelty wine glass shaped housekey stan had gotten made for him as a joke at ace hardware when they'd first moved in together...before he'd fucked up everything.

the memory made him wince, but not worse than the stupid holographic key-chain that hung from the dumb key like a noose, a cruel, tacky reminder of their ruined relationship. because each time it flickered the acursed thing forced kyle to watch stan kiss his cheek,

over.

and over.

and over again.

he groans and twists the sharp metal shiv like a knife when the ghost of his favorite voice in this world and the next, cries out ]

“ — KY!”

[ the door swings open to reveal stan, silhouetted in moonlight and frozen there, in a fixed, but broken state of shock. kyle squints up at him, like that vision of radiance is some kind of sick apparition, a cruel trick of his waning conscious. because stan is supposed to be doing a show tonight, and yet...there he is. with his pretty face lightly flushed and his now bright red hair held back and still wet from the shower.

he’s standing in the doorway, cradling curb in his arms, wearing a plaid patterned pair of kyle's boxers and his beloved college sweatshirt, stained in small splotches around the collar with sweet-n-sour sauce and charcoal colored salt water. the hue of his eyeliner.

he looks beautiful, so naturally, kyle smiles and sways, causing his split lip to send blood same shade of stan's hair all over his teeth. ]

“Hey, Handsome.”

[ his ex-boyfriend's blue-silver eyes dilate in dizzying delight for a moment, lightening with longing before darkening again. he starts to say something, probably in admonition — he's not supposed to say shit like that anymore — when kyle stops him dead in his tracks. ]

“ — I wasn’t talkin’ t’you.”

[ the injured boy nods towards curb, who stan holds protectively over his chest, like he's hiding his heart, unaware of it's place on his sleeve. or his ring finger, where a tatted sun shone, proof of their covenant and devotion to each other. because rings didn't matter. they'd been married since sixth grade. or were...married. he was still getting used to that one. stan rolls his eyes, but he laughs a little in spite of himself.

so that line still works, he mentally notes with a smirk, clinging to that small sense of pride. even if they don't. curb makes a confused, concerned noise, a mournful meow. and kyle is so distracted by the two sets of blue eyes roving over him, that he almost forgets to ask: ]

“How’dya…” [ he pauses, narrowing his eyes. ] “Know it was…m-me?"

[ stan speaks too quickly, like the answer is obvious. he sputters out. ]

“You—You made a s-sound at the door! You groaned…”

[ but stan stops mid-word, choking back a sob at the sore sight of kyle's bruised and battered face. he whispers something in stannish, a soft, soothing hymn — into the crook of curb's neck before placing a small kiss at the top of his ochre head and lowering him down onto the carpet, where he skitters behind his dad's legs, looking equally fearful.

then, without thinking, stan surges forward to touch the bloody, war-torn battlefield of his ex-boyfriend's countenance, all to desperate to hold him, to comfort him. it's involuntary, its muscle memory, a force of habit, and his scared, shaking fingers were nearly curved around the raised, angry apple of the combatant's cheek, where a dark purple bruise had begun to blossom like the worst kind of rose, before, at the very last second, that helping hand jerks away and clasps over his wide, whimpering mouth like a lock, where through the watery, unforgiving valley of his fingers, stan mutters a sad and strangled… ]

“Oh—Oh my god…”

[ it hurts a hundred times more than all three broken ribs to hear the pain that stings in stan's voice, but the college student stubbornly soldiers on, trying to put on a brave face he attempts to pull all the pieces together. his ginger brow furrows pensively as he ponders, then hones in on an answer, his hypothesis rolling tentatively off his tongue before his bitter words back off, ripe with disillusion and disbelief. ]

“Shit. You…”

[ kyle’s sage eyes widen in realization, suddenly wrought with guilt. ]

“Felt it, didn’t ya?”

[ stan rubs his neck sheepishly and looks away, now studying the carpet with great sudden interest. he made a displeased clicking noise, like the logician was wrong, but kyle knew from the way stan’s lip twitched, he was right. after all, kyle could read stan like a book. it was his favorite one. which was clear from the way the scholar watched the rockstar's teeth thrash his lovely pierced lip.

stan was embarrassed. but kyle thought he was so goddamn cute when he got all nervous. which was a selfish and fucked up thing to think. but no matter, because when he looked up again, his once sky-blue eyes had gone grey like two summer storms. kyle's face falters. because, for the very first time, his favorite book...was unreadable. ]

“Let’s get you inside.”

i'm so sad this is the worst thing i've ever written, oh my GOD.

-uncle nina, captain of the ravesey ship which is sInKinG!!!!! :///

#this is the worst thing i've ever written #hope i d*e #*maroon five vc* iiiii am in MisSouRi #this is such a mess like literally and figuratively #not jersey HITTING ON HIM!!!!!! like oh my god #ravenstan is so stressed out i'm crying #not the gerard way danger days hair red hair stan it's his angsty hair-(e)ra i don't support it but he does look Good #maybe ill finish this #the spelling and sentence structure is bad but like i said its my weird draft ill fix it later #but yeah have fun but u probably wont so sorry #kyle smiling at him w the blood in his teeth smh #stan in kyles boxers and columbia sweatshirt #freaking covered in takeout sauce probably watching a sad movie and crying lmao...raven stop being a crybaby challenge #FAILED #LIKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP BC KYLE HAS A FEAR OF EMOTIONAL INTIMACY I HATE MY LIFE #STANS SUPERNATURAL SYNETHESIA IS MY FAVORITE THING EVER I AM SCREAMING #heard jerseys groan of pain and was like KY!!! :(((( #like immediately knew it was him i hate my life </333 #anyways...hell is place...jail is a place i'm returning to dw dw