I got so frustrated with this one. it wasn’t supposed to end here and I might add to it eventually. there’s more of a storyline than what is here, believe me, I just can’t get it to come out of me right now.

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“Ah!” Kavinsky jerks upwards and Sebastian bites down harder with the force, nearing the point of breaking the skin and it makes Kavinsky squirm and press harder because god damnit, he’s so close. Sebastian whines and tries to breathe through his nose, his belly feeling tight and his muscles burn and he knows he’ll feel it for days because Kavinsky will not let him forget this. He’s sure he’ll be severely punished for this, actually, even though it wasn’t technically his fault because it was a dare. Sebastian’s hips are stuttering, his movements inconsistent, and he whines as he pulls back enough to lap at Kavinsky’s skin to try and soothe the angry bite mark. “Sebastian,” Kavinsky’s voice is rough and he keeps flexing his thighs to try and press closer and he knows his calves are going to be sore. Sebastian mumbles a “hm” as his new objective is to heckle a nice bruise into the skin in front of him, something that he rarely does because Kavinsky does not like marks left on him. “Your ass is mine tonight,” Sebastian moans against the skin with that and Kavinsky continues, “gonna fuck you hard.” He punctuates it by thrusting upwards, putting all of his strength into it and Sebastian snakes a hand between them to touch himself.

I’M WORKING ON IT NOW, OKAY. IT’LL BE DONE HOPEFULLY BY TOMORROW. I’M TRYIIIIIIING. I will let you guys know that it’s a sequel to Dares, okay. shush.

hummingbirdprince:

for Bren!　

this is Alan reading my Skrillmau5 drabble shirt. LISTEN.

another drag queen drabble for you. remember that I switch to the pronoun “she” when he’s in drag. doodle by Kat at the end.

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and this is what happened:

“Pedro’s sitting outside at one of the small tables near the side of the building, near the staff parking lot. He’s doing his best notlot.”s sethinks that Pedrongpll big smiles  h, j”

Xavier as a drag queen! I switch to the pronoun she when he’s in drag, okay. there’s a doodle of him in drag at the end done by Kat.

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“Man down, man down!” Joel came running through the open doorway, right into the room with two bright orange nerf guns, one in each hand. His words made Porter and Tommy Lee jump up from their spots behind the couch, their own nerf guns clutched to their chests like a life supply. Tommy’s the first to move, making his way around the couch to look outside the hotel door into the hallway. He pulls back right after, smiling when Sofi turns the corner and pushes him aside, a neon pink nerf gun dangling from her hand. She points it at Joel and rolls her eyes.

“I’m not a man and I’m obviously not down.” She shoots and the little, yellow foam bullet hits his chest and bounces off easily. Joel fakes death, dropping his guns dramatically and then falls back onto the bed, clutching at his chest and breathing raggedly. Everyone watches in silence until he stops squirming around on the bed, his eyes shut and his nerf guns under his feet on the floor.

It’s Sofi who breaks the silence, “you done?”

Joel’s eyes crack open and he looks straight at her, “can’t I get a little mourning here?” Sofi shakes her head and sticks out her tongue, pointing her gun at him once more and that’s what finally gets him moving. He sits up and grabs for his own forgotten guns, turning serious in a matter of seconds. “Our raid on their headquarters failed but we’ve established that they have Zedd as a guard. The new plan is we’re sending in Porter as a distraction while Tommy and I infiltrate and Sofi’s back up. All or nothing, boys.” Sofi coughs because of that last comment but Joel purposely ignores her.

Joel turns to Porter, looking him up and down once, “can you complete this mission, soldier?”

Porter straightens his back and puffs out his chest, looking straight ahead. “Sir yes sir!”

Joel looks entirely too pleased with this answer because then he salutes Porter, fingers pressed against the brim of his hat that’s askew from his death earlier. Porter salutes him back and it only makes Joel’s smirk grow as he situates his hat, pulling it down by the brim until it’s straight. When his eyes turn back to Tommy, he stands up straight like a soldier caught slacking and fears punishment. Sofi rolls her eyes and looks to the side, ignoring the way that they’re acting to Joel’s leadership; she wanted to be captain but Joel won because…well, she doesn’t really know why.

because I wrote it. and Kat drew it.

this is a drabble.

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“do you think it’s wrong when boys like other boys? or girls like girls?” there’s a sharp intake of breath on the other line and for a moment, Tara feels like he should apologize and take it back. he doesn’t want to upset his uncle.

“no, Tara,” he answers, “no, nothing is wrong with that. why?” he’s relieved by his words, but not when he has to explain his reason for asking. he sighs.

“there’s this girl named Katie who goes to our school. she’s really pretty. Jake says he likes her and he’s thinking about asking her to be his girlfriend. he says I should ask her best friend, Sam, to be my girlfriend,” he closes his eyes as he lays back onto his bed as he talks. “but I don’t want to.”

“well, if they are pretty, why do you not want to?”

“because…” his voice gets quieter, “I think Jake is pretty.”

“oh,” the man says, “I see.” it’s silent for a couple of beats as Tara holds the phone to his ear. “do you want to know a secret?”

“what?”

“I like boys, too.”

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I’m working on this, it’s pretty long. I’ll try to post some drabbles tonight, though.