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[cherrydipp]

melvin dipp with his insane and deeply-rooted internalized homophobia that he projects onto sergei.

getting stupidly drunk with the liquor stolen from trip while lying all sprawled out on melvin’s tussled bed sheets. talking about everything and nothing all at once through slurred speech — lazily passing the cold flask back and forth, back and forth. kissing each other for practice, too out of it to even realize what was happening before pale hands stirred up dark perfectly combed over hair.

bringing that night up when the two of them fight as an offensive move — a final twist of the blade as it stabs through sergei’s back. “it’s not my fault you’re a fucking faggot.” the remark cutting deep. it’s too late to take it back now. he won’t apologize. he can’t apologize.

(inspo from me nd my friends lore @flora wya glorious queen)