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give me a m/m or f/f plot where both of them arenât out to their parents yet and spend nights at each otherâs houses. their parents think theyâre just being teenagers and doing whatever best friends do when theyâre actually making out and having sex and all that throughout the night and itâs just a lot of âstop moaning so loud, youâre going to wake everyoneâ and teasing them behind their familyâs back when theyâre not looking
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Angst Meme
Under the cut are 30 angsty prompts. Send me âGimme Angst!â and Iâll generate a number to see what we get!
Warning! Triggers are throughout these plots (such as rape, suicide, ect.)
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a random soulmate au idea i had, where a person has a mark/tattoo on their arm to represent their soulmate and it spreads as they grow up to incorporate different things that represent the person or have some significance to them and eventually you have a full sleeve tattoo and itâs neato.
(and just think of the potential shenanigans from people trying to interpret their tattoos. like âgoddammit is this dog supposed to represent loyalty or do they just really fuckin love dogs??â)
all of you
      âYou know I think youâre beautiful, always have.â Sebastian wondered if heâd ever be able to believe it when Saf said it. Still he really missed hearing it.
      The words âbut Iâm not sickâ die on his tongue as he detected the slight annoyance, and for a moment he wished that hadnât opened up to the other so much. The ginger wasnât like everyone else who easily bought into his âIâm completely better nowâ act. He always told Saf more about himself than anyone else. The quiet sentiments said to each other at 3AM, wrapped up in each other, an unspoken rule not to discuss those things once the sun came up, the first time heâs ever admitted âsometimes I donât eatâ to anyone. He shouldâve known better that he couldnât lie to Saf. His closed his eyes and sighed, â.. Sorry.â He said softly, almost feeling stupid for apologizing himself when he came here to get the other boy to apologize.
      He remembered how completely and utterly destroyed he was the weeks following what happened. Refusing to get out of bed, refusing to talk to anyone, going anywhere, do anything, eat anything. He just kept going over it in his head, what did he do wrong? He had been in a complete catatonic state before his manager had intervened and gotten him help. He remembered the therapist in the hospital had spent long hours with him, trying to get him to understand that his weight hadnât been the reason for Saf cheating on him, but the brunet just couldnât let go of the thought âwhat ifâ. What if he was thin like his sister was, what if he had put out for Saf more, what if heâd tried harder to be a better boyfriend to Saf, or what if he wasnât so clingy or reliant on the other boy.
      Sebastian felt something like anger and hurt in the pit of his stomach, the hurt showing on his face for a few seconds before he tried to steel himself up again. The other had a point that this would always be in the back of his head, no matter what, "It might take awhile for me to completely forgive you.. but.. itâs a start isnât it?â He had been slowly trying to forgive Saf for everything that happened, his therapist saying something about it being more for his sake than Safâs, but truthfully it hadnât taken long to slowly start to forgive the other.
      The sight of the cigarettes had him wiping his eyes in a weak attempt to dry them. He remembered how much he hated it when Saf smoked. He never actually said anything about it, but he figured the other got the idea when he would hold his breath for as long as possible when he smoked, or on the few unfortunate occasions where he accidentally inhaled Safâs cigarette smoke and would nearly cough up a lung. âI donât understand how you can smoke, Saffyâ He would say after a coughing fit. The thought of that almost made him smile sadly. Now he could careless, starting to pick up the habit himself in the past few weeks after coming out of treatment. The cigarette smoke still made him feel sick to his stomach but it did itâs job taking his mind off of his anxiety. The fact that they made him less hungry was only an added side bonus of them.
      Sebastian sniffled, still wiping his eyes with his sleeve even though it was pointless at this point. He told himself that he wouldnât get upset or emotional over this, and yet here he was crying like a child. Pathetic. He shook his head, âSaf..â He stopped himself, and he took a deep breath. It was true that Saf fucked up, but he was trying so hard not to hold that against him, âYou know that we deserved each other.â He said softly. A few seconds passed, âYou mind if I have one?â He motioned to the cigarette carton, ignoring how his voice cracked a little. Part of him wanted to sit closer to Saf but he stayed put where he sat, knowing it was the better option right now.
      He swallowed thickly, âYâknow I never realized how much I actually relied on you until you werenât there anymore..â He said softly. Sebastian stayed quiet again for a few seconds, ââŚ.. Did you have a hard time sleeping too?â Sebastian had noticed it the first night. He had almost stayed up the whole night, willing himself to try to sleep, but he couldnât without his boyfriendâs arms around him. Eventually he had put on one of Safâs hoodies and that had helped but that wasnât enough after awhile. He belonged in his loveâs arms at night, cuddled up in his chest, mindlessly talking about anything and everything until they were both too tired to form a coherent thought, even when they were on tour they at least had the goodnight texts and video chats. Sebastian had spent the last few months restless at night, struggling to sleep knowing that he wasnât with the person he loved.
       It hadn't occurred to Saf what he'd done until Sebastian asked for a cigarette of his own. "No," he dismissed Seb, pulling the pack off the table. "Fuck!" After months of painful sobriety, of pretending he was anything but an addict, he had cracked at the slightest bit of pressure. No one would be surprised that it had happened. They all knew he'd never overcome this. In fact they would be more stunned that Sebastian had resurfaced more than anything. Saf had burned an awful lot of bridges this last time around and the ashes he'd left from Sebastian had all but blown away. There was nothing left of them or at least that's what Saf thought.  "I wasn't...dammit....just..take them." He threw the pack back down before abruptly standing and walking to the kitchen. The ginger put out his cigarette and any hopes of a second chance with Sebastian.
      Walking back into the room he leaned against the door frame, putting distance between Seb and himself. Being close to him made it hard to think straight, more than the muggy clarity of his thoughts. It had been a long time since he'd been forced to address the full breadth of his feelings. After his mom he'd been in an almost constant state of sedation. It was less severe when he was with Sebastian, feeling the good things wasn't always so bad. But the happier times had come to a screeching halt and the bad ones were utterly unbearable. Not feeling for so long made it that much worse when he finally did. God he hated himself more every second. Maybe if Sebastian realized just how much he'd see that this mess was all Saf's doing. None of this was his fault.
       The two of them had a terrible habit of making the worst of themselves. Every thing that went wrong Sebastian would blame on himself and Saf would never stop thinking that he was a catastrophe that attracted tragedy. They were both the worst sort of poison and yet somehow they worked. Until they didn't, until they succeeded at destroying each other. As Saf stood there surveying the wreckage he pitied the pair of them all the more. What had he done.
       Safford wrapped his arms around his middle, hugging himself to ignore the emptiness he felt when Sebastian spoke so bluntly. "No," he admitted, swallowing hard. He knew it wasn't the answer that Seb was hoping for but he had to say it. Saf swore he'd never get this chance. He was absolutely positive he'd seen the last of his ex-lover. But if there was ever any chance that he dild, the ginger swore he't tell the whole truth no matter how much pain it caused in the end. Sebastian deserved at least that much.
       "In the beginning all I did was sleep. I made sure of it. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to exist. What was the point without you?" It wasn't often that he let another person into his brain but Sebastian had spent more time there than anyone. He would know if Saf was lying, for better or worse. He almost wished he wasn't telling the truth. The gory details weren't really helping anyone. "Eventually they forced me out, said it would be good for me but I just found new ways to cope. I was so numb I barely remembered my own name. You felt like just a fantasy then. I got high just so I could pretend they were you."
       He could barely bring himself to make eye contact. He knew how pathetic he must have sounded but they both knew he wasnât strong, he never had been. âNone of them were enough.â
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so close || seb & jase
       Really Sebastian shouldâve been on the same schedule as the boys but he tended to crash sooner for some reason. Once he crashed he was usually down for the night until he had to wake up the next morning, or more recently, until one of Jaseâs bandmates busted in on them in the morning and forced them out of bed. That thought had him smiling to himself. Sebastian felt those familiar butterflies in his stomach as he saw Jaseâs smile and he felt his cheeks flush red at both his smile and his words, âOh, hush you..â He nodded his head happily, âMhm, super comfy,â He hummed.
      Jase was the sweetest boy that he had ever met in his life, it was nearly impossible for Sebastian to not have feelings for the other after they met. He sighed as his head rested against Jaseâs shoulder, eyes starting to close. He was almost asleep before he jolted slightly, suddenly alarmed by the thought that he hadnât kissed his boyfriend goodnight and his eyes opened again to look up at Jase sleepily, âKiss?â He asked in a bit of a cutesy voice as he tapped a dainty finger against his lips.
       âWhat?â he asked quietly, âItâs true!â Ever since heâd first seen Sebastian, Freddie went on and on about how he was going to steal him away. He wasnât the only one either. Whether Saf said it or not he could tell by the gingerâs expression he wouldnât back down from the chance either. A normal person would have been jealous but that wasnât in Jaseâs nature. He trusted his friends not to be stupid but more importantly he trusted Sebastian. âGood to know all my cardio is good for something.â
        Heâd gotten so caught up in their own little conversation that the world around him was fading into nothing. He liked the idea of staying there on the couch, flaunting their happiness. Not because he was the sort of person but because he got an inkling Seb had been waiting as long to feel like this as he had been. But the couch didnât make for the most comfortable bed and he knew eventually heâd have to move them. âIâm going to give you one and then steal two more,â he warned before doing exactly that.Â
âI never even thought that I was capable of having a soulmate.â (dealer's choice)
    âYouâre not ummmâŚ..youâre not disappointed are you? Because I mean I know we donât get a second go at this but if you only wanna be friendsâŚ.that would be okayâŚ.I guess?â Riley muttered, looking up sheepishly. In a world of rockstars and geniusâ he wasnât exactly anyoneâs first pick.
âI never even thought that I was capable of having a soulmate.â [From Eric]
      âLogically speaking we all have soulmates,â Riley shrugged, trying to hide his obvious displeasure at the news. âThe tattoos say so but who says itâs even him? I mean it could be anyone really. You met us both at the same timeâŚand FreddieâŚhe was thereâŚ.â
show me yours first || clyde & jase
After a while Clydeâs eyes grew heavy, the discomfort fading away and warmth taking itâs place as those rough hands eased away the stiffness from the the slightly swollen joint. Unfortunately once the soreness was gone it left the brunette sitting there with another man rubbing his leg, rather far up his leg and he was suddenly blushing madly as the warmth started to pool in his belly.
âI uhâŚn-no not so badâŚyour hands feel kinda better than the nurses who used to helpâŚumâŚtheyâre stronger.â Adn the callouses actually felt good dragging along his skin, but it reminded him of sleep overs when he and his friends were stillâŚexperimentingâŚ
The brunette coughed heavily as he remembered that, face scarlet as he let the fabric from his pants fall down over his knee. âThanksâŚit umâŚit feels a lot better.â
      âTheyâre probably the only strong part of my body,â he laughed.Â
       Jase had a bad habit of getting so caught up in the things that he was doing that he stopped noticing the things that were happening around him. Like the fact that his hands were drifting up a little higher than necessary or that Clyde was enjoying himself. What he did notice though was the hesitation in his normally confident voice. Usually he only got like this when he was nervous or uncomfortable and it made Jase a bit self conscious.Â
       Heâd inadvertently began toeing the line again and Clyde was right there to push him back over it. Whatever he wanted to image between them, it was clear their future wouldnât be so sweet. âRight...I..um...happy I could help.âÂ
Tending Garden | Dallas & Harry
Dallas pressed a kiss to those lips and purred happily, nuzzling their noses together before he used one hand to pull Harry closer, tucking his chin down against his shoulder so he could start painting in the roses heâd sketched on in faint pencil mark.
Science said red roses were most common, red and pink wild roses, but the green haired teen painted them in every color. Not rainbow exactly but a cavalcade of complimentary colors, blending countless colors together on his pallet one handed so he could keep an arm twined around his soulmate.
âYou mean a tattoo? We should get them togetherâŚ.Iâd like if you could draw something on me andâŚIf you likeâŚI can redraw that first band of roses I drew for you. IâdâŚlike for you to have a piece of me when you have to go out touring.â
       It was brilliant watching the way Dallasâ mind worked, witnessing how effortlessly he created all while keeping Harry close. This must have been what it felt like to be whole, something he had spent most of his life not understanding. It was true his green haired soulmate filled the cracks that no one else could but in that moment it felt like Harry had never been broken in the first place. He wondered if Dallas ever felt the same when they were together.
        âI-I was thinking about it,â he offered quietly, determined not to break Dallasâ concentration. âIf Freddie can sit through them how bad can it be?â When he got to talking about doing it together Harry knew his mind was made up. Everything was better when they did it together.  âIâd rather have you with me but if I canât the roses are a close second,â he beamed, kissing Dallasâ cheek.
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weight on your mind || tweek & casey
ââŚYou never need to be jealous of anyone else. Thereâs no one else I like in this town. Not like how I like youâŚâ Tweek had a feeling that Casey was talking about Craig, which made the blonde sigh very softly. He heaved out a breath and snuggled back into his loverâs hold, scratching a hand through his hair. He turned then and pushed his mouth against Caseyâs trying to drown out the rest of the poor feelings that talking about those things brought up.
âYouâre likeâŚcoffee to me, a brand new addiction that I just canât get enough of.â Tweek laughed lightly and reached out to stroke a hand over his loverâs cheek smiling wryly as he took in the otherâs eyes. âAnd after I spent so long getting clean tooâŚâ
       That was about as reassuring as it got and Casey couldnât have been more grateful for it. He liked to believe he knew where he stood with the Omega but second thoughts werenât limited to marriage and forever. They struck at any moment and he often found himself hoping that Tweek wouldnât grow to regret the time they spent together. He didnât want to be that guy in his loverâs life. He didnât want to be the new Craig.Â
       âMakes me sound dangerous,â Casey smirked, trying to keep things light. He had been once but old age had mellowed him out. Teenage Casey would barely recognize the man heâd become. âI like you better dirty.â
dancing in the dark || clyde & jase
For the first moment of impact with the ground Clydeâs vision went white with pain as the joint hit the ground. He grunted and curled up to grab onto his knee, eyes watering for a moment. But as the sound of the other sounding so absolutely distraught filter through he forced himself back upright, grabbing onto a counter to lever himself upright, a grin making its way onto his face.
âS-SorryâŚIâŚurghâŚ.Iâm justâŚI canât afford to get in trouble with the law.â The brunette tried to joke, pushing a hand through his heavily disheveled locks. âIâm way to pretty for prisonâŚâ He  laughed shakily and moved to the kitchen bench to sit, face flushed as he looked at the other man skeptically.
âI really wouldnât have broken in without you suggesting itâŚI swear.â
      Guilt hit Jase hard like a punch to the gut. Why had he thought this was a good idea? He realized that there was no number of apologies that would make up for what heâd done and he probably wouldnât get much of an opportunity to after this either. He was such a dunce, ruining good things before he even got a chance to enjoy them.
        Jase paid absolutely no mind to the concept of personal space as he tried to help Clyde right himself. If he was going to fall again it would probably be right on top of the guitarist. Now way he was getting hurt again on the blondeâs account. âWell yeah but...itâs a silly report donât you think. Officer arrest him, he fixed my amp?â
        He was doing his best to make light of the situation and he hoped that between both of their efforts, they might succeed at repairing the evening. Jase didnât quite deserve it but that didnât stop him from trying. âYouâve got nothing to worry about, scoutâs honor. Besides, you donât seem like the type.â
Bar Flies | Dallas & Jase
Dallas eyed the album the other had chosen and grinned. Old rock, the good stuff, the kind that you could enjoy feeling the richness of guitarists with real passion filling you up, letting you ride the emotion they were feeling through an album. He nodded and flicked his hand lightly, motioning for the other man to put the record on himself. Jase, even drunk, seemed to have the proper appreciation for his things to trust with a single album.
As the sound filled the room he let himself fall back into the pillows heâd set up, closing his eyes as the first crackle and pop of needle hitting vinyl sounded, followed but the rich low strings of bass guitar. His breath came on a sigh and he let himself grow comfortable and sleepy.
It had been a long night, and the morning would be interestingâŚdealing with a hung over rock star.
âYouâve got good taste, and Iâm impressed you didnât put on your own stuff.â
       He precariously pushed himself back up to his feet, stumbling towards the record player with more concern for the album than his own safety. If Dallas asked him why heâd say it was music needed to be protected. He meant it figuratively of course but in that moment it might as well have been literal. The album was the center of his universe until it made it on the spindle.
        Jase gracelessly collapsed on the floor beside Dallas, mindful not to crush him in his enthusiasm. All of a sudden it felt like his limbs were a million pounds and the weight of them were dragging him down. âPfft!...I hear enough of that,â  he declared head lolling to the side to look at Dallas.
       â âsides, this is the stuff that made me....No them...noooo meee,â he replied to the tune of the song that he knew all too well. âYouâre pretty,â he confessed, as though he were taking in the bartender for the first time. Or maybe he was in just the right state of mind to admit it.
Watch Dog | Saf & Craig
âIf it does it for so many people, maybe I should take over the singing duties?â Craig smirked faintly, poking at the sub par eggs and sausage on his plate, huffing out a breath as the yolk split open and flooded his place. Hotel food was still the worstâŚhe was going to end up thinner than he already was at this rate because he just could not get the appetite for so much fast food style crap, and honestly he was missing Rubyâs poor attempts at cooking by this point. âAt least itâs better than the Dennyâs in South ParkâŚâ He grumbled as he actually started eating what was on his plate.
The noirette watched Saf as he got dried off, observing the lines of the other manâs body. The singer was good looking, cut in all the right ways. Craig could eat up that dish if it was ever offered. For himself he lounged lazily in his chair, long limbs splayed casually in his god forsaken skinny concert jeans. Still Craig was aware that he was good looking and if he could entice just by looking good.
âClydeâŚjustâŚheâs so fucking gullible. Heâs never been out of our small fucking town and I donât want someone hurting. him. So yeah, I guess Iâm following you around until Jase makes an honest man out of him.â Which irritated Craig because more than anything he just wanted a normal boring life.
     Saf snorted, rolling his eyes at the suggestion. âGet your own band. It took me too long to get these hacks to play something decent.â Heâd always been inclined to take things in a more serious direction than the others, mainly because life had never been a laughing matter for him. After Jaseâs family cut their ties he had him on board too. The only difficult one was Freddie but once he realized how people through themselves at broody bassists he was all in.
       âSuch high standards you have.â In his humble opinion anything was better than Dennyâs. Probably because heâd eaten there way too many times in his short life. Harry had a thing for the cheese fries and who could say not to Harry?
       Appearances could be deceiving which is why Saf never put much stock in his own. But Clyde wasnât bad looking if he took the time to consider it. Heâd been so bitter last night that he didnât really put much thought into the potential. Now that they werenât at each others throats though, he wasnât all that bad. Though Saf got the explicit feeling they werenât exactly each otherâs position.Â
        âIf thatâs the case you might be waiting a long time. He subscribes to the school of I donât need a ring to prove my love.â
bad things || mina & freddie
The second finger sent a jolt of lust through her system and she moaned out loud again, slowly moving against the fingers inside her. There was something to be said about a young man who knew what he was doing. And Freddie knew what he was doing. Oh boy did he know what he was doing.
Mina tended to not sleep with people from the clubâsome customers took it too far, but the fact she didnât sleep with many let her set her pricesâso Freddie wasnât wrong in that it had been a while.
Her head fell back, exposing her throat to his gaze and a soft moan trembling from her lips. Her voice was soft and breathy as she said, âYou wouldnât be wrongâŚâ Looking back down at him, she smiled and said, âGood thing I found you then. You treated me very well last night.â
He took her moaning as a good sign, not that he needed reassurance he knew what he was doing. For all the practice he had it would be a shame if he sucked at pleasuring another person. Especially since the sounds of of her satisfaction were feeding his ego. Freddie wasnât even in her and he already had her right where he wanted her.
He reached out for her, free hand grazing her neck, moving down over her breasts which he seized the opportunity to massage for a moment. Her teasing was distracting though and it only made Freddie all he more eager for a repeat.
âSome one has too. It would be a shame to let such a sexy woman go to waste.â Freddie wasnât normally one for compliments in the bedroom or telling the truth for that matter but there was no denying what Mina was. So he sucked it up and spoke his mind, that much at least was still in character.
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the nights that i call home || butters & freddie
The criss-cross of ink across Freddieâs skin never ceased to fascinate the small blonde. In a way he was jealous over the way the other man had so many experiences to document. There werenât many experiences in Buttersâ life that heâd want to immortalize on his skin, in fact the only one he had wasnât exactly voluntary. The faint scar across one eye, usually hidden by his fluffy bangs.
Butters looked up at the other man and moaned softly at the feeling of those string calloused fingers sliding over his soft powdery skin. His wet skin prickled in goosebumps, not so much from the chil as from the sensation. âO-Oh..no d-donât stopâŚIâŚI want to be with you.â
Thin arms looped around the otherâs body, going up on tiptoes to slide a soft kiss across the otherâs mouth. He smiles lightly. âI want you to keep me warmâŚifâŚif you donât mind us getting under the covers still a little wetâŚâ
After all this time it was validating to hear that Freddieâs efforts hadnât been wasted. The boys got a real kick out of the idea that heâd fallen for the one person in the world who wouldnât just put out because. But for as much trouble as they gave him, the bassist never looked at it that way. Heâd done the whole sex crazed thing and it hadnât gotten him very far.
It was different with Butters. Heâd been more honest with him than heâd been with anyone in a long time. He wasnât even sure why. They were probably the most improbable couple in the universe. Sure they fit a cliche but this wasnât like that. Freddie wasnât another bad boy he was just a bit wild and Butters was more than just innocent. He was something special.
âCouldnât care less,â Freddie replied with a cheeky grin. In the grand scheme of it all a little water was nothing. Not if it meant he got what heâd been hoping for right along. Only now it was a different kind hope.
Freddie took Butters' hand in his and led the smaller male to the bed. He was mindful not to be too forward which heâd gotten better at with a lot of practice thanks to the blonde. Peeling back the covers he pulled his lover in beside him, hugging his warm body close to Butters. âDid you mean it? About wanting to be with me?â He asked curious and confident.
good boy || dallas & jase
A blush was finally dragged onto Dallasâ cheeks as Jase looked at him like that, from underneath long lashes. The Omega felt a little hiccup of desire roll through him and he actually reached up to tug at the neck of his shirt, feeling suddenly warmer in his clothes. The fabric slid down his shoulder and exposed just a bit of smooth skin to gaze. âOh god damn itâŚthose bedroom eyesâŚâ He leaned down and swooped in to press a firm kiss to the otherâs mouth.
Dallas clambered his way into Jaseâs lap, setting himself their firmly and staring deep into the otherâs eyes with the soft curl of a lip. âIâm glad you like the sound of itâŚbecause I donât think I could let go of the idea now.â He leaned down to nuzzle into the other manâs neck.
âI really kind of want to do terrible things to you right nowâŚâ
His blush gave Jase a bit of his nerve back. He was sure it would be a while before he was his usual confident self but a little went a long way with him. Or at least it made the guitarist a bit more willing to give in to what Dallas was after. It was especially clear when he started tugging at his shirt. That was always a good sign in Jaseâs book.
He let himself be consumed by the kiss, grateful that Dallas crawled into his lap after. All this talk about playing and being taken care of was enticing. With the way things were going to seemed entirely possible that Jase would know Dallasâ true intentions sooner rather than later.
âSo do it?â Jase prompted, trying to sound more assured than he was. âI am yours after allâŚ.â
