#maybe one day im gonna draw james' face but today is not that day

[themightynyunyi]

James was never a nice gryffindor...

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

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Summery- Bucky returns home after a mission, and makes some slight changes. Soft, Sweet, Flashbacks in italiacs. Written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ Stars Follower Celebration. The prompt- “Im never letting you leave this bed again” Thank you @curtisbbq​ for letting me borrow your idea. 

Word Count- 2833

Bucky returned to the compound, dirty, rough around the edges, and just fucken damn glad to be home. What an odd thought, he really start to feel like this was home, YOU were home. The first time since he left for the army way back when, now he had a place to settle down, let himself explore something he had yearned for for a lifetime to most.He was home, he had to admit being able to get used to this.

Following Sam to weapons lock up, he just replaced most of his tactical gear, the weapons, well they were his babies, and all needed to be personally attended to, cleaned before he could in good concious put them in the lock up. Sam slammed the cage door after putting away his Falcon Wings when he looked over at Bucky. 

“You know, you might wanna clean up before going up to Y/N, especially your hair man.” 

Bucky really didnt know what he was going on about, but reaching up, he could feel the rats nest of tangles that formed, 2 weeks in some remote bum fuck area being shot at would do that. And honestly he was ripe, it probably wouldnt do well for the upcoming reunion between the two of you. 

“Trust me, your not any better off.” Bucky retorts back, locking his own cage door, and headed towards the showers. 

“The ladies all love me!” Sam called to Buckys retreating back, chuckling in amusement, opting to head back to his own apartment. After the couple weeks they been with each other every waking moment, they both needed a break from one another.

After his shower Bucky stood at the mirror, alone in the facility, and the mess that showed back in his reflection made him wince. Sure the bruises and cuts, not a big deal. He would heal from those fairly quickly. He managed to work out the mess of a knot, It looked just like himself looking back, but he wasnt seeing James “Bucky”  Buchanan Barnes, no, he still saw The Winter Soldier, the man with an unknown number of kills under his belt.  But he knew... He remembered every single one. The knowledge brought him the greatest grief, it was heavy on his shoulders, even with the vibranium arm holding him up. It made his physical aches pale in comparison, 

Nearby his phone gave off your ringtone, and he snapped back out of his thoughts, glancing down to see a picture of you two lighting up the screen,and suddenly that heaviness was gone. 

You were playing music on your phone as the two of you walked the compound grounds after a long exhausting day. Honestly Bucky would have been content to crashing on the couch to reruns of Bobs Burgers, you always would giggle during that dumbass show. But you insisted on this first. “Please Bucky, just a quick walk down to the river” He relented, you did ask so nicely. His arm rested lightly around your hip as you would sweep down to pluck a flower and twirl it in your fingers before twisting it into the crown of your head. 

“Where the brave are free and lovers soar Come ride with me to the distant shore We won't hesitate to break down the garden gate There's not much time left today Life is a highway I want to ride it all night long...”

You phone sang and you plucked it out, opening the camera as you moved behind him, jumping up on his back, catching Bucky by surprise, his arm shoots behind to help hold you up. 

“Smile Barnes!” Resting your chin atop his head, and his eyes rolled up in a exasperated look, the corner of his mouth coming up in a grin at you. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and slid down a bit, like a hug from behind, and nuzzled your face against his own. 

God Damn He loved you. 

You gave him joy 

‘Heard your FINALLY are back. See you tonight when I get home. Im gonna blow this popsicle stand early. Picking up chinese. Dont worry, Im going to get that orange chicken extra spicy. Cant wait to see you. Love you Sargent. XOXO’ 

And ahh, there it was, Home. He thought seeing your message, the way you were all about blowing off the rest of your day to come back, taking care of him picking up his favorite guilty pleasure, and the way you insisted on calling him Sargent, even before the two of you started taking your friendship further. Simply setting his phone down, his gaze lifted back to the mirror, and thats when he decided he wanted to bring Sargent Bucky Barnes back. Collecting a hair clipping kit from the shelf, he got to work. 

Waiting for the elevator to bring him up the flights, his hand went to brush through the shortly cropped hair, it was a bit more in style with today, a mess of tufts atop his head, it was different, it would be different for you. You were so used to the longer look and always told him how you loved them. Hell the first time you two started hanging out, you snuck in his room and braided it just for the hell of it much to his horror. How would you react to this? The elevator buzzed open and he went down the hall to your shared apartment, the door locked. 

Digging out his keys, they clink against the vibranium of his hand letting him know he had them in his grasp and pulled them out of his jeans pockets, getting the door unlocked, and stepping inside, its all quiet. Usually you had a bit of music playing of some sort in the background. He never knew what it would be, you were set on giving him an education of lyrics and tunes. So far he had no complaints with your choices. Dropping his keys in the bowl you kept as your “Keep all the shit off my kitchen counter” bowl, he went to go see what you were last playing for music. Picking up the ipod you so lovingly cherished, he pressed play. And guess what the song was. 

Disney. Lion King to be exact. You had just gotten out of the shower and were singing to Hakuna Matata, and Bucky had been stretched out on the end of the bed, watching you in the steamy bathroom, wriggle your hips as you pull your panties up over your ass “When I was a young warthoooog!” Bucky broke out in laughter right here, pushing himself up to sit and you pulled one of his shirts over your head as you left the bathroom, continuing along with your song, and cupping his face, looking down at him. 

“It means no worries For the rest of your days It's our problem-free philosophy Hakuna Matata!”

You wink at him and kiss his forehead, his arm lopes around your hip, drawing you to sit in his lap, kissing in the curve of your shoulder and neck, placing feather light nips and trace of his nose along the softness, inhaling your honeysuckle softness. You trail fingers along his shoulder and nuzzle into him, enjoying the early morning moment, before the day truly started. 

“We should adopt that philosophy you know” You say chuckling as your still humming the tune softly, swinging your legs that dangled over Buckys lap. “Means no worries, no worries about us showing up to work on time.” He chuckles against your shoulder and lifts his head to kiss your lips, playing at nipping between tangling of tongues and pulling away. “And have Sam come barging up here demanding to know where my ass was not down training the new recruits? He wouldnt know where to start with this group.” You scoff with a roll of your eyes, and nudge him to fall back, straddling his hips and running hands up his chest. “You think Im scared of the Falcon, bring it Oversized Pigeon.”

Fuck he loved you.

You gave him so much laughter. 

Turning it up further, he went to go grab a beer from the fridge and with a twist, he flung the cap into the disposal, taking a drag off it. He never knew he would enjoy these craft beers you insisted on buying cause “There seasonal bits of goodness, let me have my weakness... well one of my weakness” A very obvious salacious wink thrown his way. A lick of his lips cleared any residue on the beer and he was about to check his phone to see if you sent him another message, usually you were good about blowing it up when he heard the door handle click open, and with your usual gusto of chaos, swept in. Your keys missed the bowl, of course. You never actually followed your own rules. And a quick kick sent sneakers flying off your feet. “Bucky Baby, that better be you. If it isnt, im about to whoop ass on whomever it is.” 

You come around the corner and dump the bags of chinese on the counter, still not having seen Bucky, but you caught sight of a flash of him over your shoulder, in the living room. You couldnt wait to see your man, it had been so long, and Fuck you just missed him. Tossing everything else down on the counter, hell you were all about breaking rules, especially your own, your turn on the balls of his feet, calling him again “Bucky Barnes, I so- “ Cutting yourself off immediately when you step into the living room and your mouth hangs open a bit in surprise. Self consciously he touches the top of his head. 

“You... You cut your hair!” It was said in surprise, pure surprise. Its not like normally something like this would surprise you with a regular person, this was Bucky Barnes, the man who tried to stay as routine as possible for the simple fact it was that he was in complete control of himself, and that is what he was all about. You had never seen him even have the desire to cut his hair, ever. 

“You like?” His voice is soft, almost a child like softness to it, and a worried look on his face, like maybe he made a mistake? You give a shake of your head, and that surprise looks fades into an excited one, crossing the room to reach him.

“Baby, fuck I LOVE IT”

You two are driving, no where in particular. You were restless, the hot sunshine weather making you itch to go for a drive, Imagine Buckys surprise when you held up a pair of keys to Tonys Acura Nsx, wiggling brows at him. 

“Is that... Starks keys?” Bucky questioned when you tossed them at him, wrapping your arm around his and tugging him along. 

“Yup, ssshh, we will bring it back. Were just borrowing it. For the day.” 

“You know your starting to remind me of Steve.” He accused as you two entered the garage, and he opened the convertibles door for you, slipping inside. 

“Sorry baby, he doesnt borrow rigs this nice. Im a class all my own.” Giving him a smirk, you slammed the door shut and he just shook his head while circling to the drivers side. 

Miles away, Bucky is loosening up to your little trip, your flipping the radio to some random station, singing along in that soft voice of yours. 

“So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of the mattress that you stole...”

Bucky glanced over at you while you were so lost in the moment, your feet were dangling out the door, you yourself were angled to lean into him, the aviator glasses slid down to the tip of your nose, and with a push of the button, you dropped the top down, your long tresses of hair whipping around you, you slid your hand into his and lifted it to your face, brushing his knuckles along the side of your face, your eyes sparking over the glasses at him. His foot pushed onto the gas, and the the Acura sped up, taking you two anywhere and nowhere at the same time, it didnt matter anymore what the plan was. 

Chaos and All, he loved you. 

You gave him adventures.

“Do you?” Relief crossing his face and easing the tension he held, your hands immediately brushing into the soft locks of hair, marveling now at how soft they were, sprigs popping in between fingers and you bit your lip, eyes shinning up at him, in a playful manner, you gave a slight tug and stepped in closer to him. 

“Bucky, absolutely I do, this is the best surprise ever, even better then when you let me call you Bucky Bear in public.” 

He rolled his eyes and snorted, tracing his hand over your hip to grasp your ass. “That was a one time thing, and the barista was clearly uncomfortable writing ‘Y/N’s Bucky Bear; on the cup.” Who is he kidding? He actually loved it and you knew it. You wiggle your nose at him and place a loving kiss on his lips. 

“Yet you still allowed it. But why, tell me why the change?” 

How you managed to drag him to the museum display once again, he didnt know. But this seemed to be something you loved, the two of you walking quietly around the different exhibits. Reading over the information, and your questions would draw stories out of him that others didnt know, short of Rogers. His gaze would lift to the faces of his howling commando brothers, from a life time ago, and you would tumble into a decent part of his past. No, it wasnt perfect. There were hard memories edging the shadows of his mind, but you only encouraged the better parts, the parts he was proud to tell. 

“It was our fifth hydra outpost, and the prisoners they had kept there were the rowdiest bunch. They drank all of us under the table that night in celebration. Short of Steve... poor guy couldnt even catch nothing more then a few minute buzz.” 

You shake your head chuckling and wrinkle your nose at the idea. “Well that would suck, cant even get yourself a proper buzz, let alone drunk. I dont know, maybe the serum wasnt worth it.” Moving the two of you to the next display, and he caught a look on your face, and then turned his attention to what you were staring at. A picture of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, himself with a piece of his history. “This one here, my favorite display in here. You look so handsome, so proud.” Your head would rest on his shoulder. “But Im gonna be honest, your best picture is the one on my nightstand. They should have that in here.” One of all of you back at the compound, you and Natasha playing video games against him and Steve. in that photo he was laughing at something Natasha had said, a deep laugh, holding onto Steves shoulder as he doubled over.

He looked at the photo, tucking you in close to his side, but remained silent. That one on the wall was a life time ago, but yes, he was proud of who he was before Hydra.

Quietly, He loved you

You gave him Pride.

“It was just time for a change Y/N, time to say goodbye to that part of myself I just... I cant take any of it back, but I can move on from it. Im ready for our memories to be what I see in the mirror.” He confessed, his gaze falling down to look lower then in your eyes, and you, well damned if that man couldnt stir you to your soul. 

Your hands cup his face to bring his gaze back up, kissing him fiercely, no hold back, all of it was just poured into this kiss to your Bucky Barnes, he accepted it. His arms pulled you up to wrap your legs around his hips, and a hand snaked up the back of your shirt, pressing the small of your back in flush against him, your chest crushing against his and your arms loped around his neck. Falling back against the couch, you arch up from where you were sitting low on his stomach, running your arms down his chest. “Get comfy Sergeant, Im never letting you leave this bed again.” 

His brows lifted as his hands moved to lightly grasp your thighs on either side on his waist. “Baby, you know this is the couch....?” 

“Shut up Barnes, we will make it to the bed eventually, now kiss me like you missed me, cause fuck I missed you!” 

Always, He loved you

You gave him his Home.

@p8tn0lish @what-is-your-plan-today @official-and-unstable-satan @jtargaryen18

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drink: my family’s version of holy water, Vita Coco: Coconut Water

call: my dad

text: in a group chat- ”Why is my contact name Never Gonna Give You Up???” specifically

song you listened to: Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys

time you cried: 2 days ago. Then I had bread thrown at me and suddenly my productivity is up

have you ever

dated someone twice: Kind of?

kissed someone and regretted it: yeah.

been cheated on: nah

lost someone special: fortunately no

been depressed: wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWW

gotten drunk and thrown up: I don’t drink

favorite colors

1. aqua green

2. light pink (y’know. the liquitex basic color)

3. gray

in the last year have you

made any new friends: yep

fallen out of love: y e P

laughed so hard you cried: I have a meme folder. Yes.

found out someone was talking about you: nah. no one really knows I exist

met someone who changed you: tbh I’d like to say “yeah” but I’m blanking right now and I feel really bad about it--

found out who your friends were: yeah. it’s cool.

kissed someone in your fb friends list: no?? im not even on fb

general

how many ppl from ur fb friends do u know irl?: I’m not on fb so

do you have any pets?: the squirrel that lives in the tree next to my house and throws acorns at me for no fucking reason

do you want to change your middle name?: I don’t even have a middle name-

what did you do for your birthday last year?: I think I went to see a movie with my friends then promptly passed out

what time did you wake up today?: 4 AM. Because my brain hates me.

what were you doing last night at midnight?: Painting. it’s a terrible experience.

what’s something you can’t wait for?: to slam dunk my college portfolio into people’s faces and hope that one of them accepts me

what’re you listening to right now?: Africa covered by Ninja Sex Party

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: surprisingly, no

something that gets on your nerves: when people are dicks.

most visited website: youtube, gmail

hair color: really dark brown

short hair or long hair: short hair

do you have a crush on anyone: nah

what do you like about yourself?: u H M improv jokes, puns, and insults

want any piercings?: nah

blood type: B+

nicknames: Dingus, Gavin, Comrade

relationship status: single

zodiac sign: Virgo

pronouns: I stopped caring at this point

favorite show: currently summer camp island because it’s cute as fuck

tattoos: none

right or left handed: right handed

every had surgery: yeah because I was stupid

piercings: i have clip on princess earrings from my sister’s princess dress up kit

sports: bold of you to assume i can do things

vacation: somewhere scenic is ideal. like. give me stuff to draw.

trainers: what does this mean

more general

eating: chinese food

drinking: again, Vita Coco: Coconut Water

about to watch: how people set up their college portfolios and Dramaturgy by Eve

waiting for: Friday. I want to go to the museum.

get married: lmao nah

career: wwwwww computer graphics/animator for film or video games

which is better

hugs or kisses?: either though it depends on the day

lips or eyes?: eyes

shorter or taller?: taller. almost everyone I know is taller than me so I have no choice.

younger or older?: older?? idk

nice arms or stomach?: arm

hookup or relationship?: my ace heart is palpitating at an alarming rate. just give me a healthy connection with someone

troublemaker or hesitant?: high key troublemaker but we don’t talk about that

have you ever

kissed a stranger: nah

drank hard liquor: I don’t drink

lost glasses: once then I stepped on them-

turned someone down: yeah. when I don’t want to go out but my active friends want to frolic in the fields or something--

had sex on the first date: my virgin ace heart is palpitating

broken someone’s heart: i don’t know. it’s kind of hard to say.

had your heart broken: nah

been arrested: close. but no.

cried when someone died: yeah

fallen for a friend: nah? maybe once?

do you believe in

yourself: depends on how ballsy I’m feeling a particular day. but it usually is at an eh

miracles: no

love at first sight: my ace heart is palpitating

santa: no. my parents didn’t even try to hide it. literally the present from santa was in my mom’s handwriting and my dad went down at 2 AM to eat the cookies-

kiss on the first date: sure??

angels: no?

other

best friend’s name: computer, bean, bih, comrade (don’t wanna put their actual names so nicknames)

eye color: brown

favorite movie: mmmmmm Tokyo Godfathers fucking amazing movie. Either that or The Man from UNCLE, Ex Machina, or Grave of the Fireflies

favorite actor: James McAvoy

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To the Four of Us (Part Thirteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things. 

words: 2,328

warnings: swearin and i think that’s it tbh

a/n: i had this chapter planned out as fluff in my head but where’s the fun in that tbh lol enjoy

all chapters: x

tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @5p00kygh05t @panda-powers

dedication: @but-if-you-had-to-choose bc she is my fav and draws amazing art (her art blog is @abbydextrous-art) and @skittlegeek03 for the jmads (and art)!!!!

soundtrack song: Coffee Shop Soundtrack - All Time Low

full soundtrack: x

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Alexander ended up spending the night in John’s bed. And the next night. And the one after that. Lafayette knew because he could hear them fucking until 2 o’clock in the morning all week long. He didn’t understand why they always needed to be in John’s room.

“Listen,” Lafayette told them one morning. “I understand that you need to ‘make up for lost time’ or whatever, but can’t you do it in Alex’s room once in awhile? I can’t sleep. And listening to your bed frame smack against the wall for hours is, in a word, disturbing.”

John just laughed, kissing Alex on the cheek.

“Hercules told us that if we even think about banging in my room he’ll beat me up,” Alexander said matter-of-factly. “And honestly I wouldn’t put it past him. So, no. Sorry, Laf.”

Lafayette scowled and stomped back into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Oh well,” John laughed. “He’ll be fine.”

“No I won’t,” Lafayette yelled back.

It was finally Friday and the guys couldn’t have been more relieved. It had been the longest week of their lives. They’d been planning their Friday night outing since the middle of the week and, as much as it made Alexander feel guilty to admit it, he was glad to not be stuck in his room for Movie night Fridays anymore. John was a bit more free-spirited than Thomas was, so they both planned on getting hammered that night.

It wasn’t until he got to class that he remembered he and Thomas were in the same ones on Fridays. He sat down at the front of the lecture hall, as far away from their usual spot as he could manage. He didn’t look up once for fear of catching Thomas’s eye, but was relieved to find that the spot beside him had been filled so that he wouldn’t have to—

“Hamilton.”

Alexander froze. He didn’t recognize the voice of the person sitting beside him, but he didn’t sound happy.

Looking up, he instantly recognized the guy as Thomas’s friend.

“Hey,” Alexander began slowly. “You’re James, right?”

James nodded without breaking eye contact.

“Listen,” he said. “You really hurt Thomas. I mean, shit. I’ve never seen him like this. He wouldn’t even come to class today. You need to at least talk to him. I don’t want to start anything—really, I don’t—but he didn’t do anything wrong. Who knows, maybe you guys can work it out, right? I mean, it was just one kiss.”

Alexander bit his lip, a wave of guilt overtaking him.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It was just one kiss.”

As the day went on, Alexander pushed the conversation with James out of his head. He was going out with his friends that night and was determined to enjoy it. He could worry about Thomas on Saturday.

Alexander’s professor dismissed his last class of the day five minutes early and it took all of his willpower to not sprint back to his room to get ready to go out. It had been the longest and most dramatic week of his life and all he wanted to do was get drunk, make out with John, and forget about all of the problems he hadn’t yet dealt with.

Dropping his backpack unceremoniously to the floor, he pulled his hair out of the bun it was in and shook his head to loosen it. He was in the middle of changing from his sweats to jeans when John barged in the door, followed by Lafayette and Hercules.

John bit his lip, smirking at Alexander’s boxers. “Okay,” he murmured. “Y’all are gonna have to leave before I tear those off him.”

“You’re nasty,” Hercules sighed, padding across the floor to his room, Lafayette in tow.

“Oui. Whatever you do, hurry the fuck up, because I wanna go get my drink on!”

As they left, Alexander could hear Hercules grumble something about how only middle-aged wine moms say, “get my drink on,” and Lafayette cursing out John for teaching him that phrase.

They sat on Hercules’s bed and tried to drown out the sound of their best friends fucking in the middle of the afternoon by watching Netflix at full volume. It was working, quite successfully, until they heard a particularly loud moan from through the walls.

“That was John,” Lafayette mumbled.

“No way,” Hercules replied. “It was definitely Alex.”  

They were interrupted by a particularly violent yelp, after which Laf yelled, “WE GET IT. YOU’RE HAVING SEX. SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Hercules cracked up and held out his hand for Laf to shake. “Ten bucks says both of those were Alex.”

“You’re on.”

Ten more minutes passed before the godawful sex noises subsided and John and Alexander burst into Hercules’s room looking dishevelled. Alexander was buttoning his plaid shirt, chest rising and falling rapidly, and John was tying his wild mane of hair back.

“You should leave it down,” Alexander said. “It looks hot.”

Lafayette suppressed a snicker into his palm—the only reason Alexander thought that was because it was John’s sex hair. Laf had seen it countless mornings after John had kicked his catch of the day out of his bed. And it wasn’t hot. 

“So whose moans were those at the end there?” Hercules asked, trying not to laugh. John instantly broke into hysterics and Alexander turned bright red. “Told you.”

“Merde,” Lafayette muttered, passing Hercules a ten dollar bill.

“This is why we use your room,” Alexander said to John. “Are you guys ready to go?”

John shrugged and tangled his fingers in Alexander’s. Herc and Laf followed them out the door and they headed downtown to a house party that they’d heard about. They huddled together for warmth as they walked, Alexander and John in the middle of the pack.

“Watch this,” John whispered to Alex, cocking his head at his roommate as they strolled down the sidewalk. “Hey, Laf.”

“Yes?”

“I think you’ve got a bit of up-dog on your shoulder, there.”

“What—what’s up-dog?”

Everyone started cracking up, except poor Lafayette who looked between the three of them, confused as hell. When Laf made eye contact with John, John physically stopped walking and doubled over to catch his breath because of how hard he was laughing.

“Oh my god, Laf,” he wheezed between fits of laughter. “I love you so much. You’re so pure.”

John wiped tears of laughter from his eyes and took Alexander’s outstretched hand.

“I still don’t understand,” Laf mumbled, forcing another fit of laughter from his friends.

Unlike usual, once they got to the party the four of them stuck together. It had been so long since they’d all been out at the same time that they were all acting clingy.

John and Alexander were practically wrapped around each other, and had been for the entire night. Every time John pulled away to get another drink or talk to a friend, Alexander would pull him back into his arms as soon as was humanly possible and kiss him like he hadn’t seen him in months.

“Stopppp,” Lafayette slurred, wine drunk.

“Why, Sugar?” John asked, his southern drawl exaggerated in his drunken state. “You jealous?”

John leaned over and kissed Lafayette sloppily on the cheek, which he wiped off hastily and went to go and find Hercules.

“His loss,” Alexander muttered to John, who smiled and kissed him deeply.

They migrated to the centre of the living room and began dancing together.  Alexander made eye contact with John and he broke into a grin. Getting drunk had worked—John was the only thing on his mind and he was absolutely bursting with happiness.

John locked his fingers behind Alexander’s neck as they turned in slow-paced circles which directly opposed the upbeat club music that was playing, but he didn’t care. Part of him felt crazy for being this happy about the cheesy slow dance with his best friend but another, larger part felt ecstatic. He was filled-to-the-brim, overflowing, almost sickeningly happy. Beaming, he leaned in and kissed Alex on the cheek.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Alexander pulled back, confused. “For what?”

John shrugged. “I dunno. Just…thank you.”

Alexander grinned, but it almost immediately faltered and turned into a look of shock.

“What?” John asked, surprised.

Alexander dropped his contact with John and turned around to face out the window.

“Nothing. Just—there we go—no…it’s nothing.”

John raised an eyebrow as Alexander shook his hair forward to cover his face. Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden?

“Lex,” John pressed. “What is it?”

Alexander simply shook his head, lips pressed tightly together. John furrowed his brow as Hercules came rushing over, Maria in tow. She seemed to be his regular party hookup, but they were all surprised it hadn’t yet become more.

“Alex,” he said quickly. “Did you see—”

Alexander shook his head warningly, but his eyes gave him away as they flashed in the direction of the mood change. John turned around and saw the back of someone who could only be Thomas Jefferson.

“It’s fine,” Alexander said quickly.

“Are you—oh, hi, Maria—are you going to talk to him?” Laf asked as he joined the discussion circle.

Alexander shrugged and glanced at John. He hadn’t told him what James said in class earlier that day about it only being one kiss and about Alexander and Thomas working it out. He knew this probably wouldn’t end well, but—hey—there was going to be a confrontation at some point and what better time than with a bit of liquid confidence in his system, right?

“Thomas,” Alexander said as he walked purposefully towards his ex, who towered over him.

“Oh, Alexander.”

“Listen,” Alexander began. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I’m really sorry for the way things ended earlier. I never wanted to hurt you.”
 To his intense surprise, Thomas smiled a bit.

“You know what,” he replied. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and it’s okay. I mean, it was just a kiss, right? I kind of overreacted. I mean, I’m over it.”

John watched the two converse from afar, unable to hear what they were saying. He noticed that Lafayette held a hand on his shoulder while they watched Thomas laugh at whatever Alexander was saying.

Then, without so much as a warning, Thomas bent down and slowly and tenderly kissed Alexander’s cheek. John’s jaw dropped and Lafayette’s grip on his shoulder tightened as he subconsciously began to walk towards the scene. Why was Thomas kissing Alexander if he knew he was with John?

There was only one explanation that made sense in John’s head: Thomas didn’t know.

“Oh, hell no,” John muttered as Hercules assisted Lafayette by placing a hand on John’s other shoulder.

They watched as Thomas ended the kiss, shifting back to look at Alexander. And the longer he looked, the worse things seemed to get. Then John remembered: the hickeys on Alexander’s jaw. Thomas’s face twisted from a contented expression to one of pain to one of intense anger. John, Lafayette, and Hercules watched as Thomas gestured angrily to Alexander’s jawline then to John. As his voice rose, they could make out snippets of what he was saying.

“Goddammit, do you know how fucking embarrassing this is for me?…You’re a fucking asshole…We haven’t even been apart for a week…whore…fucking John? Already?…fuck off…”

They watched as Thomas’s friend James flew to his side, apologizing profusely for something. He was also berating Alexander, who stood by expressionless.

“Fuck, guys, let me go!” John said, breaking free of his friends’ grasp and rushing to Alexander’s side just in case. Things were heating up pretty fast and he wasn’t exactly sure how Alex would hold up in a fight.

“Oh, and here comes the dirty little mistress now,” Thomas spat, gesturing towards John. “Do you have any shame whatsoever, or are you just that thirsty?”

“Thomas, leave John the fuck out of this,” Alexander muttered defensively.

“It’s fine, Lex,” John said without taking his eyes off of Thomas. “He’s drunk as hell.”

“Fuck you,” Thomas said to no one in particular.

“Come on, Thomas,” James said quietly, tugging on his jacket. “Let’s just go.”

Thomas jerked away from his friend and continued to glare at Alexander and John, eyes filled with anger.

Before John could turn and pull Alexander away from the confrontation, Alexander stepped forward and looked up so he was as close to Thomas’s face as he could get.

“In case you forgot,” Alexander growled. “You dumped me. I didn’t ask for that, Thomas. I told you the truth because I made a mistake and I didn’t want you to find out another way. You made the choice to end it. Not me.”

And then everything happened at once. Thomas’s fist was in the air and he punched Alexander square in the jaw—right where John’s hickeys were—and Alexander fell past John onto the ground gasping in pain and John cried out as Hercules and Lafayette sprinted across the room, kneeling to the ground at his side.

Alexander’s eyes fluttered as he saw stars, dizzy with what was surely the most intense pain he’d ever felt. He vaguely noticed that he was falling as the room silenced around him. He heard Thomas, as if through a tunnel, say, “Add that to your little collection of bruises,” before he walked away. He registered that he was on the floor when Lafayette and Hercules surrounded him, closely followed by John and the rest of the people in the house. His vision went spotty as he felt Lafayette gently lift his head and place it in his lap. He heard someone say, “He needs an ambulance,” and John say, “Oh my god, Alex,” and Hercules say, “He’s going to pass out,” before everything around him went black and the pain subsided.

[cronagorgon]

Identity asks...oh shit. Do all 30!!!

damn damn ok

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?damn lemme think….. i mean i guess just reading keter scp pages would be a start.. there’s a few i LOVE though like 093 and 2264.. then just, LOTS of mcelroy content and scary game squad videos (on jesse cox’s youtube channel)

2. have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?have i ever found a what…. no… not really

3. list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.http://drakenlong.tumblr.com/shipsi identify at least a little bit with anyone from the “partners” list really, but i especially identify with crona gorgon from soul eater + lapis lazuli from steven universe

4. do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?yeah i mean.. no i guess i don’t like my ““real”““ name but the name i have now, drake, i picked because it fits me (though i wouldn’t mind being called any variation of “dragon” in any language. its all the same)

5. do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?oh doing for sure. i don’t feel real like.. even a little bit. just a meat machine accidentally affecting others’ lives

6. are you religious/spiritual?i guess. i don’t worship any…..thing, but i believe in a natural energy that flows within everything, that’s higher than us + even this one dimension

7. do you care about your ethnicity?i’m white, so no, not really. if i knew where i came from though, (which i suspect may have been in or near italy) yeah i’d be more into it

8. what musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime?ehhhh not a lot? imogen heap is one just by her song “hide and seek” (i know nothing of the actual artist). i don’t know what it means really or if it has a concrete meaning but it’s been a favorite of mine for years. more recently though i heard “self” by ANIMA! and it too is relatable, though i can’t really speak for their other music

9. are you an artist?i like to think so. i draw stuff sometimes so thats like, a start. is it good though, or meaningful? i can’t really say

10. do you have a creed?i don’t really know what a creed is so i googled it, and going by the definition that it’s a set of steadfast beliefs then… hell no

11. describe your ideal day.going somewhere new to eat, miraculously liking the food (therefore discovering something new i like), going shopping in antique + gem/new age stores & finding something unique, old, haunted, or just the sort of thing i never knew i wanted, then coming home & making a favorite meal that turns out perfect, then eating it while watching a video or new episode i’ve been wanting to see

12. dog person or cat person?dogs.. cats are really cute but i’m allergic ):

13. inside or outdoors?inside but there are times and places outdoors that i adore, like quiet gardens in early morning.. just a little warm, with the sound of a bubbling stream

14. are you a musician?absolutely not. i can play instruments and i guess i can make shit up but i never really found any real interest in making music

15. five most influential books over your lifetime.(trying + failing to even come up with 5 books ive read in my whole life) haha yeah totally. anyway books ive loved: here there be dragons (james a. owen); the last dragon (silvana de mari); half world (hiromi goto); moribito, guardian of the spirit (nahoko uehashi); how to train your dragon (cressida cowell); the dragonet prophecy (tui t. sutherland); deltora quest series..es (jennifer rowe); and guardians of ga’hoole series (kathryn lasky). i know thats more than 5 but these are pretty much the only books ive ever read other than some school assigned stuff.. some short stories by ray bradbury (all very good).. i remember reading the guardians of ga'hoole, deltora quest, + how to train your dragon serieses? series? when i was really young + i loved every book. they were fantastic. could not tell you if they were any good today but u know what? thats ok. im keepin the nostalgia as it is. the other books i read more recently.. half world + moribito were VERY good bc they were.. unique. stories i didn’t often see in my school library. i remember feeling incredibly sad having to return moribito specifically, and i remember it went on the bottom shelf of the library, and that it was not a month after id graduated that the school flooded with about a foot of water and i thought that it must’ve ruined it ):

16. if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?absolutely. i grew up one of the most deadly environments for someone like me and yet here i am. perhaps id be more successful, id be flourishing, id be doing the things ive always wanted to do, but i think i’d still be the way i am now personality-wise

17. would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?uhhhh random shit that dont make sense? maybe so

18. what’s your patronus?i think there’s like a test for this but i’m not gonna take it. if i had to pick an animal as my patronus i figure it’d be a dragon. i’ve always been really close to dragons and more recently discovered that i’m dragon kin, so i don’t see why not

19. which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?i don’t know. sometimes i think i’d be in ravenclaw, but other times i figure i might fit better in slytherin or maybe ….. none? they’re all a little bit relatable but none are really “me” you know

20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?literally anywhere other than here would be fantastic and of course my hyperfixation is always fluctuating and i could just name what i’m into right now but honestly? it’d be great to live in beach city. nobody has to pay for anything or do anything particularly difficult, everyone’s friends, nobody gets mad when you come out as gay. its good stuff all around

21. do you love easily?yes and no? i get attached to stuff easily but i feel like i can just as easily get over anything at the drop of a hat. there are only a few things that really make me tear up and many of them are things i never personally interacted with.. and one is a toy i used to have?

22. list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.uhh fuckin sleeping, eating?, sitting, watchin videos, fuckin drawing, typing. thats 6? whatever

23. how often would you want to see your family every year?never. 0 times. fuckin absolutely not

24. have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?a what. no. i’ve never connected with another human person in my entire life

25. could you live as a hermit?Hell Yeah babey

26. how would you describe your gender/sexuality?its unbelievable how badly i wanted to just post a meme or like, a picture of my favorite character + thats it but also that would break my theme of text only and no pictures so i guess i gotta describe it for real. i’m agender but masc presenting (whether that’s to distance myself from being a girl as quickly as possible or just because of trauma + fear of being a cis girl, i’ll never know) + my sexuality is complicated but im polyamorous and at least grey-asexual + panromantic with a strong preference for boys (with this combination i sometimes refer to myself as mlm)

27. do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?yeah i think so. id like to be taller but beggars cant be choosers ig. i’m a good mixture of “kinda ok, pretty sharp, weird but in a way i cant describe (its because my face is VERY asymmetrical but you cant tell unless you edit a picture of me lmao)” so thats like, a good aesthetic i guess

28. on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?uhhh about a 1. maybe a 0.5. but i don’t usually express this, because then i’d be picking fights withhhh everybody. does that technically put it at a 10 then? who knows

29. three songs that you connect with right now.i guess i already said this but right NOW…. self, the bleeding of mercy, and down down? or maybe grace kelly (down down is very feminine even if it is a Mood)

30. pick one of your favorite quotes.well i have a few but the first one that popped into my head was: “All Alone!Whether you like it or not,Alone will be somethingyou’ll be quite a lot.” -Dr. Seuss, Oh the Places You’ll Go

[themightynyunyi]

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