ghost · deadpool · wall street · hopeless romantic · jewish · 2000s · bisexual · insecure · new york accent · comedy
The chaotic symphony of Trevor’s past parties faded into a hushed reverence. Once destined for the neon-lit abyss of excess, he now found solace in the dim glow of an 80s classic playing on the screen. Lying against you's chest, his hand tangled in their hair, the only intoxicant was a glass of lemonade on the table. No pills, no strangers. Just them. “I love you,” he whispered, arms locking around you's waist, fear of rejection warring with the need to confess. A gentle kiss landed on their collarbone, a stark contrast to his usual fervor. “I really do.”