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...okay a really random way to come back after many months of silence, but

we had to do this umh thing in school and this was really the only thing that came in my mind :D it's old but i found it in my gallery and it's dwk related so-

Yea ik it's really beautiful, we had to use geometric shapes only(don't ask idk either lmao)

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LMAOO ADAM LOOKS SO TOUCHED AAHAHAHAHAAA

I may be tired but all this smiling is making my cheeks hurt

just gonna leave that here @hkevisvlsvso

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HEIWVWLSVSPSVQ WOOMS FUCK U YOU LIL LOVELY PIECE OF SHIT I LOVE THESE

I'M SMILING SO HARD AND GIGGLING WHILE I'M TRYING TO LOOK COOL F*** U MADE ME LOOK STUPID IN A BUS

THANK YOU this was the best birthday present ever and it's not even my birthday?!? Ur so good at writing i love them i love you u made my depressed ass happy

HEAR ME OUT WITH MY LUCAS X ADAM OBSESSION -by wooms

These lil fucks can‘t get out of my fucking head so I might as well ramble about them! Damn you Felix and Shadix for having such awesome ocs istg.

Since they are from opposite teams it defo has a hint of delicious enemies to friends and I fucking LOVE IT

Now behold, I wrote a lil something on these two, don‘t mind grammar mistakes, I just had the urge to write something about them (TW///!!!SH; ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!!!//)

Fallen onto loving Dust

I cling onto the razor blade like my life depended on it. I see how a red droplet runs down the silver metal reminding me that there is still color in me. But I haven‘t felt any color in myself for years and especially now it‘s all drained away into a soulless shade of gray. The door to my room is locked shut, unable to be opened from the inside. I wouldn‘t be able to leave even if I tried to pick the lock, my father would be standing in front of the apartment door blocking my way to leave. And he made sure I wouldn‘t even try to escape. I guess I should‘ve shut my mouth before I opened it. When I returned home with bruises on my knuckles my father frowned in anger already knowing what had happened. I could tell he had been staying up all night, drinking, because the rings under his eyes have sunken even deeper than I remembered, like they would slowly stick onto his skull‘s eye sockets. The principal had called and told me everything, he said with disappointment in his eyes. With his frowned eyebrows he looked even more frightening and his yellow-brown eyes stabbed daggers into my chest. But his raspy voice made me empathetic towards this man I call my father. I don‘t even know why he cared that I had tried to beat up a boy, which I failed because I never know how to properly throw punches and perhaps I‘ll never know, but fights like those occur on a daily basis. 

I would always return home with a scraped knee, a black eye or with blue spots all over my body and my father wouldn‘t bat an eye. In some cases he would just snarl some remarks my way and would go right back to his sad tv show. The reason this got his hard to acclaim attention is because I happened to push the boy against a fragile glass podest where useless competition prices are presented. Now, it wasn‘t my fault Loris was an athletic mess that his rock hard muscles could cut through glass and shatter it like it were useless cardboard. But that caused Loris to get some injuries and a bill to my father with a large amount of money to pay for the damages. For expensive glass like that it sure shattered like it wasn't even worth a cent. My father works all day trying to scrape up any form of money, and would always stay up all night drinking away his sorrow so he wouldn‘t have to think about the debts he already has weighing on his shoulder. And a bill from the school on top of that is understandably the last thing you would want to happen. 

But maybe if he didn‘t spend all his leftover money on beer he could at least save some for cases like these. And I did tell him that, maybe a little more snappy than I meant it to come out. And that was where I crossed his line he never even established to me, he got furious and screamed at me like he would spill out his saved up negative energy he seemed to have hid over the years. I had never seen him so upset and vulnerable and I felt my whole body freeze up while my heart dropped to my stomach. I didn‘t mean to upset him, I really thought he’d ignore my bruises and the usual calls of the principal like he normally did. But when it comes to money it‘ll bring out the worst in people. It always does, so with another bruise added to my weak body he locked me into my room and made sure I wouldn‘t be going anywhere else, anywhere where he can‘t see me, anywhere else where he can‘t see what a burden I am. In a bitter way I can relate, because I can‘t even look at myself. The ash raven hair, deep eyes that make me look like a puppet and pale skin that reminds you of a corpse. It‘s like a burden I must carry like a mask.

I can feel the trail of dried tears on my cheeks and the aching pain of my cut flesh along my wrist. I hoped the pain would release some stress and ease me but it didn‘t fulfill its usual effect. The walls of my room are suffocating and looming over me like I was a bird in a cage. I wanted to get out, escape and never see those rotten walls ever again. But there was nothing I could do but to let my thoughts spiral.

So I laid on my carpet floor staring out my window, hoping I could just end all of it.

The window…

I weakly get up and slowly slide over to the transparent frame. I open the handle and look down until I see solid ground. I‘m on the 4th floor of one of the graffiti castles. Only a few meters in front of my view is another grey apartment building with balconies, hiding the sun from my eyes. Even if the building wasn‘t there the sun would hide behind the cloudy fog that has been gathering in the sky for the past weeks. It's like even the sun knows there is no hope left for me. But it didn‘t matter to me. I just wanted to leave, to escape, to just end it all.

 With tempted eyes I leaned over the windowsill, my hand pressing against the ledge supporting my body so I could climb up. I hesitated, estimating if I‘d only break my legs and suffer the consequences of dying in pain or if it would be quick. I breathed in and as I was just about to lean in and let my body fall a distant but close voice called something that pulled me back into reality.

“HEY BLUE EMO BOY!“

I looked up and in the building in front of me I saw a figure standing on one of the lower balconies. Orange messy hair moves off the figure's face as they raise their hand and wave it at me enthusiastically. Without a closer look I could tell it was one of the siegers but unlike the others he was smaller than the rest and had a bigger smile displayed at any moment whenever I saw him on school grounds. 

He never involves himself in the siegers bully beatings, he only stands on the side watching as Kong holds one of their victims down while Cesil bunches the air out of them. I wonder if he secretly enjoys watching them beat up an innocent kid. One time the siegers pinned me at the lockers and made sure I won‘t leave without another bruise to display on my body which has become a museum at this point. And there, In the corner of my eye, I saw the fox haired boy watching, looking at me with sorry eyes. Or perhaps I just imagined it, because I was too focused to endure the pain of Michi‘s fists. In chemistry we happened to sit next to each other. We never exchanged any words even after that one occurrence at the lockers until he decided to start a conversation when we had to work on a group experiment togethe. That was today, before the fight with Loris, he had asked me if I enjoy soccer. With slight caution I hesitantly answered that I did and before I knew it the boy‘s face lit up and happily continued to ask questions like: „Are you good at soccer? You play with those wild soccer bunch, don‘t you? Do you know Deniz? Are you friends with him?“ His odd approach as a sieger surprised me, since I didn‘t expect someone like him to be interested in me without a sick twist to make fun of me. But he didn‘t seem to have any vicious intentions when he continued to ask a pile of questions and the more I answered them with short words the more talkative he‘d become. I’d ask him if he played soccer and without a second he joyfully started talking like a waterfall. He‘d happily yap about soccer and chemistry and mentioned some smoke bombs he builds for fun without caring if I even listened or not. „I can show you whenever you have time! You live in the graffitti castles, don’t you?“ He wasn't anything like the quiet bystander that I had seen when he was present to witness my ass getting beaten up. 

I was surprised to see him here out of all places. What was he doing in the other building? And what did he want from me? 

I heard him yelling something my way but it was hushed by the distance between us. I tried to make out the shushed words but eventually attempted to ask again after a pause. „What?“ I yelled, confused. The boy took a breath and removed the bag from his back that I hadn't noticed he carried. 

“Are you in your room?“ he repeated loudly.

"Yeah?" I called back with uncertainty. 

„OH, ...cuz I thought you lived in this building!“ He pointed to the ground indicating the building he‘s in. Why would he be looking for me? 

„Errrm, are you trying to climb down?“ He asks. I had forgotten I was still sitting on the ledge of my window. My face heated, I felt exposed getting caught in such a dangerous position. I felt embarrassed that somebody would have actually witnessed something I wouldn‘t be able to regret…

„Uh…something like that…I‘m grounded.“ I yelled back. 

The boy's face lit up into a smile, like he didn‘t assume anything else. 

„OH, I SEE! Do you do this often?“

Just like in chemistry he asks questions that seem disingenuous, but whenever I look into his eyes I only see the opposite, a spark of interest. 

„Never done it before since I‘m almost never home…“

“WHAT?“ 

„NO“ I yell. My voice feels raspy and I‘m genuinely impressed how that guy can continue to yell proper sentences. 

„WELL THEN HOW DO YOU PLAN TO CLIMB DOWN?“ He yells, no, almost screams. What is this guy‘s deal? But he‘s right, what is my plan? There is nothing I could latch onto this side of the building, dressed in naked, smooth concrete, and I originally was going to commit to something else. As I look down into the deep the intrusive thoughts from before return and a shiver crawls up my spine.

“I don‘t know.“ I admitted.

The orange haired boy looked around then down, he squinted his face like he was thinking about something. 

„Perhaps you can try to jump to me?“

„WHAT?!“ 

Has he gone mad? I can‘t jump that far! These buildings were almost 5 meters apart, no one can make that, especially me who‘s caught up in every fight and still can‘t punch so I doubt my athletic skills are any better. 

“I‘m sure you can make it! It‘s only a few meters and this platform is only on the 3rd floor!“ 

I shake my head violently, who the hell even is this guy? He talks like 5 meters is only a cat jump you‘d attempt everyday. He has such a wild and unrealistic imagination of things I can‘t wrap my head around it.

“Are you crazy?! I won‘t make that!“ I scream in irritation.

“You never know if you don‘t try!“ He yells jokingly with a huge smile, showing his tiny tooth gap, plastered on his face.

He‘s insane. 

But in his shift of expression I can tell he is being serious. This is crazy. I really shouldn't. I could risk making him witness something that will haunt him for the rest of his life. 

But in that moment I felt the locked door behind me looming over my presence, reminding me that my father is behind it drinking himself another round of corona beer. The thought of him being present in the same place as me made me feel weak, felt even more dangerous to me than taking this jump. I wanted to escape after all…so why not go for it? And if I miss…well, both scenarios lead to the same goal. 

„I can try and catch you! But if you 're unsure then you don‘t have to! I don‘t want you to break your legs!“, the fox haired boy yelled.

“…No I‘ll try!“ I announced with a hint of determination. I took another look at the distance and estimated where I should land. Although the sight makes my knees shiver, turning them into jelly, I gulped down a clump down my throat, took a breath and slowly but surely started taking a few steps back from my window.

I took one last breather before I started sprinting towards the light. I took a large leap forward, my stomach did a flip, and the next second I watched as the ground beneath me vanished, turning into the depth that‘s rushing past me. 

I see the balcony before me so I reach out my hands in an attempt to grab the ledge. But all air left my body when I slipped and didn‘t succeed to grab the concrete edge. But instead of hitting the solid ground, crushing me to mush a rough hand grabs my sleeve instead, pulling me up in an instant. I hastily climbed up the balcony sitting down on the floor leaning my back on the concrete scaffolding, trying to catch my ragged breath. I let out a blow of air I didn‘t even know was in me, but before I could collect myself a face was already kneeling next to mine smiling at me enthusiastically.

“Hey, you did it! That was pretty decent for your first time!“ cheered the fox haired boy.

His sunny smile and raised eyebrows contrasted with my shocked and disturbed look. I slowly turn my head towards him. If my expression could express words he‘d hear me scream that he was insane, crazy and a total maniac. But he didn‘t budge and only giggled with delight, his grey eyes sparkling with joy, as he exclaimed „Well now that you‘re here I can show you some of my smoke bombs!“ He grabs his bag on the ground, shaking it excitedly. I was unable to be mad at someone like him.

“Who even are you?“ I just blurted out of irritation. 

„I‘m Lucas!“ He regularly answered. He reached a hand to me with that smile I‘ll always be taken aback by. 

“And you are…?“, he firmly asked.

I look into his face, wondering what just happened, what I had just done and what ghost possessed me to do something so bizarre. But once I realised how stupid this situation was I finally let out a quiet but weak giggle. I slowly reached for his hand without a second thought.

“Adam…“

I said.

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I don‘t write a lot but I hope this was somewhat of a smooth read

✨Anyway HeadcanonsTIME✨

-Lucas is most likely going to be attempting to climb up to Adams apartment. Probably failed plenty of times but Adam still appreciates his attempts

-Lucas always yaps about building fun devices so he could vandalize certain places but he doesn‘t have the materials for it since they‘d be illegal to get. Since Adam knows a few places he gets Lucas those materials as a gift. Lucas questions where the hell he got them from but Adam just shrugs it off. Lucas is scared to know anyway

-Adam tried to get Lucas to do some drinking games with him but he always refuses Because he dislikes the bitter taste. So Adam just gives him a coke mixed with vodka in hopes he won‘t notice. Lucas ends up being more of a messy drunk then Adam had intended. After that he keeps alcohol far away from Lucas.

-Whenever Lucas is hyper he climbs things up or does dangerous parcour on top of buildings. One time Adam saw him climb on top of the school‘s rooftop on a weekend, scaring the shit out of Adam

-Whenever they want to meet up Lucas parcours his way to Adam because he‘s way too excited. While Adam waits he chugs down at least two cigs because he‘s nervous.

-They are the best duo in chemistry class

-Before meeting Lucas, Adam spent most of his money on cigs or snacks. But now he buys little things for Lucas because they remind him of the orange head.

-Adam made Lucas a huge poster of the periodic table for his birthday

-Lucas stole a CD of Tokio Hotel for Adam

-Whenever Lucas is with the siegers and sees Adam with the bunch he just has the urge to run over to them but he has to internally stop himself

-Before realizing Adam had a crush on Lucas he just rambled to Markus about him whenever he escaped to his place

-Lucas is definitely that kid that puts mentos into soda in the most wrong places

-After Adam has some fights with the siegers Lucas secretly visits Adam to make sure he‘s okay. Adam tells him he‘s used to it but Lucas still feels bad and buys him some spezi to make him and himself feel better.

-Kong knows Lucas is secretly meeting with Adam. Now he also has something to use against him whenever Lucas threatens Kong to tell the others that he hangs with Marlon

And last but not least SKETCHES:

(Ough, I‘m going insane over them)

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Off topic

Use your creativity and vocabulary:

What is the most hurting thing that a bully can say to 13 yo boy?

This has nothing to do with anything, i'm just trying to write some shit (no dwk shit, well okay that too but this thing isn't related to that :<)

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I LOVE THEM I LOVE YOU HIWJWHWOWVSPQBQÖWHRJ

Gay kids from gay kids so gay you just have to love ehm

(Ocs from @shadixth and @hkevisvlsvso)

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[I will post soon. I really will. I just have to figure out what to post]

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I'm sorry, I have no justifications for these

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Okay tbh same but then there is Jojo and Markus..

But yeah i like Jojo x Raban too there is no enough content of them :<

Raban needs a partner. Do u have any ships on him? Or like yeah, we have Raban x Deniz, but the official main thing is Deon, and Raban is alone again

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Raban needs a partner. Do u have any ships on him? Or like yeah, we have Raban x Deniz, but the official main thing is Deon, and Raban is alone again

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Yes

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Fuck idk how to continue this and i have to post SOMETHING so you'll get this now :')

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It's a normal autumn day. Almost every orange and yellow leaf is glued to the wet ground. The wind blows the last leaves on the trees in every direction and the cloudy sky is not trying to symbolien anything.

Marlon is just casually walking home from school whan Kong appears in front of him.

"Hey Marlon, where's your brother?" Kong asks.

"I'm not sure, mabye he is already at home? Do you have something to say to him or why are you asking?" Marlon answers. He's trying to sound like he doesn't even know Kong, but it's quite impossible so a small smile tends to corner of his mouth. Which is annonying cause he's not in a very social mood right now. His plan for the rest of the day was just going home and sleeping, mabye playing a bit soccer alone. Now Kong came and Marlon is afraid that he really WANTS to hang out with Kong.

"No, i'm not gonna say anything to him."

Kong sounds like he hates Leon. How does he hate Leon but not Marlon? "I just wanted to check that he's not with you. That you're alone."

"Oh Kong please stop it you're making me blush", Marlon says, as sarcastic as he can. For a moment Kong doesn't say anything, just looks at Marlon. The look in his eyes is something like... confused? Awkward? Marlon doesn't know. Anyways, it was a stupid idea to say that. Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid. Now Kong is just like 'okay, see you!' and leaves. And never speaks to Marlon again. Marlon shouldn't think like this but he wants that Kong speaks to him.

"Sooo, you don't have anything to do today, do you?" Kong asks. Marlon grins and looks at the sky. He could just say that he has to go home... cleaning up. He could. Kong would never know.

"No i don't", Marlon answers slowly. He suddenly remembers that he didn't sleep last night cause he tried to learn drawing. He hopes that Leon won't notice his scetchbook wich is full of random empty heads with mohawks and dark shiny eyes watcing straight into your soul and... mabye he drew Kong a few times.

Kong grins.

"Okay then. Let's go," he says and starts walking along the road. Marlon quickens his steps to catch up with him.

"Wait, where?"

Kong looks at Marlon and grins again.

"Buy you a better earring ofcourse?" he says. Oh. Of course.

Marlon hasn't even thought of his earring. Or yes he has, but not like, buying new.

"Ummmh.. i don't have that much money. Arent earrings a bit. Expensive." He asks.

"Yes, usually," Kong tells kindly. "But I know a couple of guys."

Marlon is not sure does he really want to know who are these 'couple of guys' that Kong mentioned and why did Kong mention them, but it feels kinda nice in some way.

"Let's go"

Marlon and Kong slowly walk along the treacherously narrowing road. the houses around them are slowly starting to look more and more dilapidated and Marlon is starting to fear that one of the people leaning against the concrete walls, probably on drugs or at least drunk, is one of these 'couple of guys' Kong mentioned he knew.

"Kong," Marlon asks quietly. "Where exactly are we going?"

Kong just smiles and grabs Marlon's wrist to pull him forward. Marlon is very aware of the firm but secure grip of Kong's hand on his hand and he decides to follow Kong.

"Don't worry," Kong says like Marlon was some baby. "They won't hurt you when i am with you".

Marlon glances around him and notices some young man staring at him. He is not sure what does the gaze mean but he's pretty sure that he doesn't really want to try to find out.

"Then never leave me", he mutters, and after a long silence, he remembers to add: "...alone with these guys".

Kong looks at Marlon, and then says:

"I would never, i'm not an idiot."

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Or smthing idk

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What do yall think Kong's last name would be?

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The basic me at 3am yapping to my friend about suicidal shit mental health dwk :D please tell me i'm not the only one

(Didn't bother to translate these, it contains only some shit )

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DWK ANIMATION MEME// PUNK TACTICS

look at ehm goo!!!

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Help he looks like a cyclops😭😭 why can't i draw??

But atleast i tried, here's Lucas for you :D

And this drawing style cause can't draw properly :'DD

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A small voice glow up between the seasons(in the finnish dub)---

Ik i'm really good at editing :D

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A really good quality Marlkong thing that i wrote last night like at 4am :D

It's sadly not the history au thing cause i was too smart and started to write it on my laptop so i can't write it te every single second when i don't have anything else to do :'(

I wrote this straight in english so idk if the language is better or worse than usually :P

And i got idea from this hella wonderful fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61356799/chapters/156829192

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"Kong no please no i fucking don't wanna do this"

"Oh Marlon i know you want to. This is my way to thank you for helping with math. AND earrings would suit you. Like, imagine how you walk home and Leon just stares at you and everyone is like 'WOW, Marlon is not even THAT coward'. Just think about everyones face. Just think about my face[I'd be really proud of u]. Just think about YOUR face, when there's an earring in your ear. Uuuw handsooom :3"

Marlon can't help himself. He smiles. Though Kong doesn't see it now he can certainly hear it from Marlon's voice.

"But it HURTS!"

He doesn't seem that scared anymore.

"Yeah," Kong says, as if it was obvious. Okay, well, it is obvious. "Afraid?"

Marlon is grinning now. A bit nervously, but not even that much.

"NO. Absolutely not," he says, clearly afraid, but still smiling.

"I knew it. You're not that coward that you seem."

"I don't seem like a coward", Marlon retorts, trying to sound irrated. "I'm wild."

"And i'm unbeatable", Kong says, as if it doesn't matter. Marlon realizes, that it really doesn't. Not right now.

... and that's how Marlon ended up sitting on the toilet seat. He had helped Kong with math, he still doesn't know why him, but he's kinda happy that Kong wanted him to teach him. He knows he shouldn't be happy about it, he knows he shouldn't even have agreed in the first place. But he agreed, and he is happy about it. Kong is fun. Marlon didn't always even realize that they almost never even studied math. He has no idea what and how did Kong do (it), but, for example today, kong just pulls him by his wirst around the empty school corridors and wants to get Marlon an earring.

Kong glances around him a few times, and pushes Marlon into the toilet stall. He hears the bell ringing, break is ending, fastest students are already flowing inside.

"Oh, Kong, it was the bell," Marlon says fastly. "We don'thave time to do this now-"

"Don't you worry, Marli, this doesn't take long," he says lightly. "If we start now, we have time to do this."

Kong locks the door and takes a needle from his pocket. He looks at Marlon in the eyes. His gaze is challenching, maybe even amused. Marlon responds to the gaze. He is already used to meeting Kong's gaze. They both smile. Marlon doesn't even know why is he smiling. A boy with a mohawk is about to stick a needle through his ear. Yes, Marlon is afraid. Just a little bit. But, it feels somehow nice to break the school rules for once. It feels it feels like a tingle in the pit of the stomach. And he trusts Kong. He has done this same thing many times before. Marlon is taken that he gets to be one of those that Kong does it to.

Marlon sits on the toilet seat and watches how Kong sterilizes the needle like a professional. His hands shake a bit, but just a little bit. Kong realizes it and smiles. Marlon smiles back, he's not even that nervous anymore. Something in Kong's smile and eyes are calming him.

Kong crouches down in front of Marlon. His head is now a bit lower than Marlon's. Damn he's tall. He looks at Marlon, sees how nervous he is. He grins.

"Scared, Wessel?" he asks, smile stays in his voice, but he really wants to hear the answer. Marlon loves that Kong doesn't make it serious, doesn't make him weak by being an unnecessary therapist.

"Not at all. Not. At. All," Marlon says, the sound that comes out of his mouth is half a whisper, but he smiles nervously, he's sure he wants this, he's sure he wants this, he's sure he wants this. Kong laughs quietly. Someone steps into bathroom, and kong beckons Marlon to put his feet on the toilet seat. Marlon obeys. Footsteps go past their toilet stall, Marlon realizes he's smiling again. Let's just be quiet, Kong's gaze says. He leans up and moves Marlon's head a bit on left, his grip is sure, rough but gentle, he knows what he is doing.

Marlon feels Kongs careful but calm breathe close to his cheek. Kong doesn't want to hurt Marlon, he wants to do this properly, as painlessly as possible. Marlon wouldn't trust him if he'd wanted to do this couple of months ago, before they really got to know each other, before Marlon saw that he's a really nice guy. Now he just wants Marlon to have an earring because he wants it too. Marlon can now feel the needle touching his ear.

Fuck no what the hell am i doing.

Marlon quickly pushes Kong's hand away from near his ear. Kong leans back, so he can look at Marlon. Marlon stares back. Heck this fuckin dirty needle was just really close to pierce his ear?!!

Kong gives his hand to Marlon, and when he stares it, confused, Kong whispers:

"Squeeze my hand if it hurts. It really helps, I promise." He sounds like he has experience.

Marlon slowly takes Kongs hand. It actually feels really cringe but it kinda helps to feel Kong's hand in his. He starts to feel that he doesn't really care anymore what is his dad gonna say. Or Leon. (That much.)

Kong's lips are so close to Marlon's ear that he doesn't have to speak out loud. He just mutters quietly, the voice barely is hearable, he tells Marlon what is he doing while he is making the piering.

Marlon is sure that Kong can feel his hand shaking, half with fear, half with excitement.

"Okay, this might hurt a bit, just don't scream or anything and everything will be good."

Marlon can hear that he's smiling.

"Okay", he whispers, "and now-- OW DAMN FUCIN HELL!!"

The whole bathroom turns silent. Everyone stops moving and talking. Marlon ang Kong look each other in silence. Then Marlon starts laughing until he remembers he has to be quiet. Kong stares at him and someone outside walks fastly past their stall, out of bathroom. Marlon cant stop laughing, he doesn't even know why, but it feels good.

"You sqeezed really hard. Like, really hard." Kong raises his hand that Marlon can see it, marlon's handprints can still be seen red, and his claws have left deep indentations in Kong's skin. Marlon covers his mouth with his hand and giggles happily.

"Okay, let's take that needle off from your ear"

Marlon's hand automatically goes to his ear. When his fingers meet cold metal, he quickly puts his hand back in his lap and just stares Kong. He can't say anything but a little confused smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, cool, isn't it?" Kong says and Marlon grins.

"Yes."

Kong gently and slowly pulls the needle out. It hurts, but it doesn't bother Marlon at all. Kong cleans the piercing holeamd gives Marlon an earring. It's only a small a bit rusty circle, but it still feels really cool.

"It was my first earring", Kong says. For some reason they have stopped caring if someone finds out what are they doing. "You have to start with little but we can go someday to byu you better one."

Oh god. Kong wants to hang out with Marlon. Or yeah, they soend time together a lot nowdays, but it's always veen only because of math. And now Kong wants to go out with Marlon in his free time?! No. Not going out. Wtf. He just wants to go buying Marlon earrings. Nothing else. But still.

"Okay. Yeah, sounds nice."

Marlon feels the earring in his ear. It hurts, but it will pass. He smiles. And then he stands up on the toilet seat and peeks over the stall door and sees a couple of students looking themselves in the mirror and just generally chatting about something. Marlon comes back down very quickly.

"Kong." His voice is too terrified to really be that terrified as it sounds. "We're in girls' bathtoom."

Kong grins like he doesn't care a fuck. Marlon grins too, because it's just so hard to not grin when Kong grins like that. So they just normally walk outta the stall and don't even glance the girls who stare at them overdramatically shocked and whisper to each other. Marlon hears:

"Omg that's the sieger!! Kong"

And:

"Wait is that Marlon?! What is he doing here?? with him??"

Marlon just smiles at Kong. He knows he shouldn't feel like that, but he's not even worried about if girls tell someone and they get detention or something. Kong is walking so close to him that Marlon can feel his cool arm against his own. They are fifteen minutes late for their next classes. Kong looks at Marlon.

"are you really gonna go to your class?" he asks. Marlon doesn't really want to go. He wants to hang out with Kong and his new piercing and just have fun, but he has to go. Like, he's not going to ruin his whole school success just because of Kong.

"Yes I am, Kong."

"Well okay. See you after school then?"

Marlon almost blushes. Kong really really wants to hang out with him. Like, really.

"I can't, i have to practice with the Wild Bunch."

Kong looks at Marlon with the 'seriously'-face. We have stopped walking and just stand in the middle of the hallway.

"Oh c'mon Marlon", Kong's face says Marlon is the most boring person in the world. Marlon is happy that their frienship is already in that point that you can make that face.

"Sorry :3"

"But.. someday?"

"Yes. Someday. Of course."

Kong smiles.

"Yeah. Bye bye now you fucking boring nerd!"

Then he leaves, Marlon is sure that he's not going to his class. He waves at Kong and walks to his own class. Twenty five minutes late, but atleast he's going.

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Yeah.