#havent written angst in many yrs...coffeegoblin05 u saved my life. thank u

[propertyofkylar]

You could write something along the lines of. "I was only using you." while PC could be like "I know." For Whitney

For Kylar PC could be like "There is no us, there never was."

You asked for ideas I decided to deliver angst.

been thinking about this one FOR A WEEK

anyway. i hate you I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK U THANK U

find ur angst below

i was only using you - whitney

He was being more aggressive than usual that day, and he knew it.

But he couldn't help himself. He had seen you sitting close to that loner freak, giggling and bumping your head against his, and Whitney had felt a weird anger growing inside of him. He had never felt like that before.

So, he pulled you away, knowing you couldn't say no to him. Then, he took you into a bathroom stall and fucked the absolute shit out of you.

It was rougher than usual, and he tried to not care about the way your sobs were a mixture of pleasure and pain.

And when he came with a low moan, he pulled away from you as quickly as he could, avoiding your eyes as he buttoned his shirt back up.

"Fuck off, slut," he mumbled, trying to ignore the warm feeling that bloomed in his chest when he saw you.

But you didn't move. And when you whispered "I don't understand you," he felt the anger take over again.

"Don't get all emotional about it," he spat, finally looking you in the eyes. "I was only using you."

There was a flash of sadness in your face, but you looked to the ground too quickly for Whitney to know if he actually saw it. "I know," you whispered again, and shoved your way out of the bathroom.

Whitney cursed and kicked the stall door. Somehow, he felt even worse than before.

there is no us - kylar

It had been a long week, and you were fucking exhausted. Trying to survive in this town was hard enough and now that you had decided to help Robin out with his debt, things had only gotten worse. Not that you regretted helping him out - you were always there for him and you couldn't stand to see him sobbing and beaten up anymore.

But heading to school after a long night at the brothel where you had been passed around by pretty much everyone there was far from your favorite thing in the world.

You groaned as you walked through the halls, feeling the bruises that were barely hidden by your uniform ache with every step. Life had taken its toll on you lately, and skipping another day surely would have had you flunking your classes. So you kept trying.

"H-hi," you heard a small voice from behind you and you seized up. Fucking great. This was the last thing you needed right now.

You kept walking, but Kylar caught up and was by your side in an instant. "M-my love? Is something wrong?"

"Mm," was your reply. Maybe if you didn't engage him, he would leave you alone. But this was Kylar, so obviously that wouldn't happen.

"Nobody's been giving you trouble, I hope," he said. You ignored him.

He reached out to grab your arm, but you yanked it away. He stumbled backwards, surprised.

"Can't you just fuck off?" you snapped. Kylar's eyes widened in surprise, and tears started to well up.

"B-but...we--" you cut him off.

"There is no 'we.' There is no 'us.' There never was!" you spat as he trembled. "Now fucking leave me alone. I am so fucking sick of you."

A stormy look passed over his face and he momentarily reached towards his pocket, but he stopped himself. "O-okay," he mumbled. His head stayed focused on his feet as he scurried off.

You groaned again, knowing that your outburst had probably made things worse in the long run, but feeling too shitty overall to care.