mkae out with me

  • How I try to write fanfiction: Wilson gently tucked a lock of Wes's hair behind his ear, smiling softly, his eyes trained on his lips. "Wes..." he began subtly. Wes knew the rest of the question and blushed slightly, grateful for the thick white makeup covering his cheeks. He nooded, and in that moment, as their lips connected, there was nothing else. They needed nothing but each other and the sound of the fire, crackling peacefully through the night.
  • How I write fanfiction: wililillson was there on log "hey wSe u wan mkAe out" wes was a blushed "qui qui baguette eiffel tower"

when you understand what lukas is going through but him manipulating philip and doing certain things make you want to punch him in the throat