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[xjenesaispas-archived-blog]

♥ accidents meme for Nicky and Adam!

Send one of the following for my muse’s response.♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing.

Nicky was strongly reminded of the very first time he and Adam had kissed. It had been very much like this, the vampire backed against the wall with his mortal lover’s lips upon his own, heated and needy in all the right ways. The biggest difference was that when pointy teeth accidentally found their way into Adam’s lip, there was no amount of mortifying shock and a following fight.

When he tasted Adam’s blood, Nicky jerked away with a groan, sucking a sharp breath in through his teeth. “Shit… sorry,” he managed, gently thumbing away the crimson that spilled over the younger man’s lower lip.

[adamharrisonrp]

He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt the sting of teeth piercing his bottom lip, warm fingers digging into unnaturally cold skin. He hadn't meant to pull back as quickly as he did, but it wasn't everyday that he kissed a vampire. Adam trailed his tongue over the other's thumb as it brushed against his lip, a small smirk on his face. "S'all good," he replied with a lazy shrug. He had gotten used to the slight pain of being bitten, offering his wrist to Nicky more often than he should. "You can do it again, if you want..." Words trailed off quietly before they were pressed against his lover's again.

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+ to Aidan: "Do you even know how to use that iron?"

Send me ‘+’ and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them

“The fuck kinda question is that? Of course I do! Just ‘cause you don’t see me bein’ all domestic and shit doesn’t mean I can’t.”

[adamharrisonrp]

“Oh really? Alright then, fuckin’ Martha Stewart, what’s that button right there do?”

[adamharrisonrp]

Eyes that once held nothing but concern soon narrowed into a glare, his hand dropping from his jaw. “None of my business? Who the fuck do you think you are talkin’ to me like that, Aidan? Pushin’ me away?” he retorted. The way he pushed him away and told him to shut up was completely out of character. 

He stood up and ran his fingers under his nose, the drugs still prickling the inside. “What, you just came over to snort my coke and fuckin’ sit on my bed and cry? We were supposed to try and have a good night. Get fucked up and fool around. Not…not whatever the hell this is,” he said, motioning at Aidan. Sure, the two had been rocky for the past few weeks, but he thought they were making a dent in their many problems until now. 

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Aidan cringed at that particular note in his lover’s voice. He was hypersensitive to everything at this point and it showed plainly on his face. “L-look, a’right, this… this isn’t how it’s s’posed to go.” Shuddering, he took a ragged breath, looking everywhere but at Adam.

“I… Shit. I texted Simon. Told him I missed him. No reply. He’s, uh, he’s been doin’ that a lot. Kinda… kinda nudged me over th’ edge.” Teeth sank into his lower lip, fingertips going back to tangle in his own hair. “Shit, Adam, it still fuckin’ hurts. You ever fuck up that bad that it-it-it keeps comin’ back?” He was babbling now, opposite hand tugging at his lip ring. “Shit, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to.”

[adamharrisonrp]

“You what?” He stopped pacing back and forth to give Aidan a look that showed his confusion and betrayed how hurt he felt. Of course he knew who Simon was, but he thought the control he had over him was long gone. The two of them were supposed to be happy together, supposed to be moving forward with their relationship. 

Without saying another word, Adam swiped his phone off his bed and began to look through it. He must have read the text messages ten times, reading over and over how Aidan told him he missed him and begged him to reply. Consumed by emotions he didn’t know how to handle, he channeled them all into a rage, slinging the cell phone across the room and against the wall. 

“Why’re you doing this to me, Aidan?” When the other didn’t answer quick enough, he lunged towards him, grabbing his shirt and forcing him to look at him. “Am I not good enough for you, or somethin’? What’s Simon have that I don’t, that keeps you going back to him?” His voice betrayed his true feelings, his voice cracking and his nose prickling not just because of the drugs. 

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adamharrisonrp:

When Aidan told him he was going to be right back, he thought it was going to be a minute or two, not the thirty that had passed. He had snorted another line of the white powder while he waited, and it didn’t take long until all of the blood seemed to rush from his head and gather below his belt, and there was only one way he knew how to fix that. Adam threw the door to his bedroom open before stumbling towards the other, his arms immediately thrown around him as he ignored his words. He leaned forward against his lover as he pressed his lips to his neck, knowing it was the fastest way to get the other going. His pupils were dilated from the drugs and the lust, and his blood coursed through his veins quickly. It was only when he heard a quiet sniffle that he pulled away, realizing the severity of the situation, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “Hey,” he said, cupping Aidan’s face and forcing him to look at him. “What’re you crying for?”

A sound of protest left him when he heard Adam move closer, the sound rising in volume when arms wound around him. “Goddammit,” he whimpered, voice cracked and feeble as he pushed pathetically at the taller man. “Get off of me!” Normally, the feeling of those full lips against his neck were enough to distract him from damn near anything— hell, it almost did right then. But this was nothing short of a breakdown, and it was going to take a lot more than that to pull him out of it.

When strong hands moved his face to meet their gazes, a soft whimper eased past his lips. “Sh-shut up,” he muttered, shoving at Adam again. “I told you t’leave me ‘lone.” Hazel eyes clamped shut, a shudder running through him. “S’none’a your business. S’nothin’. Jus’ give me a minute.”

[adamharrisonrp]

Eyes that once held nothing but concern soon narrowed into a glare, his hand dropping from his jaw. “None of my business? Who the fuck do you think you are talkin’ to me like that, Aidan? Pushin’ me away?” he retorted. The way he pushed him away and told him to shut up was completely out of character. 

He stood up and ran his fingers under his nose, the drugs still prickling the inside. “What, you just came over to snort my coke and fuckin’ sit on my bed and cry? We were supposed to try and have a good night. Get fucked up and fool around. Not...not whatever the hell this is,” he said, motioning at Aidan. Sure, the two had been rocky for the past few weeks, but he thought they were making a dent in their many problems until now. 

[fuckyeahharveynhaydon]

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Dark side of the moon: Aidan

 Send me “Dark side of the moon” to see another side of my muse that they don’t usually show.

To put it lightly? Aidan was a mess.

Hazel eyes were rimmed with red, cheeks reddened and shining slightly in the dim light. Tattooed fingers wound into strands of blue, tugging at the roots in distress. Lower lip was worried at with blunted teeth, piercing tugged at until the pain of protesting flesh made him stop. Well, only for a second, he was back at it in seconds, nervous tics leaving bruises and blood in their wake.

 Honestly, Aidan wasn’t even one hundred percent sure as to why he was in such a state, his shoulders shaking slightly. Maybe it was  from whatever drug had gone up his nose and he was coming down badly. Could’ve been today’s date held a special significance once upon a time. Or even an unanswered text, the silence deafening and painful while he was in such a shattered state. The likely answer was a combination of all three.

The click of a door opening caught his attention, a shuddery breath drawn in through gritted teeth. “Go away,” he stated, voice thickened with tears. He didn’t even look up to see who it was. “Shit, I locked the door for a reason, just go away.”

[adamharrisonrp]

When Aidan told him he was going to be right back, he thought it was going to be a minute or two, not the thirty that had passed. He had snorted another line of the white powder while he waited, and it didn’t take long until all of the blood seemed to rush from his head and gather below his belt, and there was only one way he knew how to fix that. 

Adam threw the door to his bedroom open before stumbling towards the other, his arms immediately thrown around him as he ignored his words. He leaned forward against his lover as he pressed his lips to his neck, knowing it was the fastest way to get the other going. His pupils were dilated from the drugs and the lust, and his blood coursed through his veins quickly. 

It was only when he heard a quiet sniffle that he pulled away, realizing the severity of the situation, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “Hey,” he said, cupping Aidan’s face and forcing him to look at him. “What’re you crying for?”

[heavens-oldest--archive-deactiv]

Send my muse lies about people they care for.

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[Youthful Impulses]

[adamharrisonrp]

"A damn Yank," he repeated, snorting out an amused chuck afterwards. It was an insult he was used to hearing, and one that, to be quite honest, he found more funny than anything. "Maybe. But I probably would’ve be smarter about it, not tried to choke the kid out in the middle of the goddamn hallway." He shrugged, mimicking Jeremy’s position of crossing his arms across his chest and slouching in his chair. He had heard remarks about his mother when she first passed, kids and even parents whispering about how that’s what happened to druggies. He retaliated enough times to understand where the other’s anger was coming from, and it was one of the reasons he tried to keep her death a secret. 

"I ain’t gonna say shit about your mom," he said, nothing but truth in his words. He wasn’t scared of Jeremy attacking him; there was just lines even Adam knew not to cross. He pursed his lips in thought as the other made several good points. All he had to do was look interested in what Jeremy was saying, and they’d both get good marks for the day. 

"Fine," he agreed. "It’s Adam. Adam fucking Harrison, don’t act like you don’t know my name." He was a relatively new student, an American, and a bully — he stuck out like a sore thumb, and everyone knew his name, whether it be for good reasons or bad. He leaned forward then, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. "Tell me what it was like to almost kill that kid, then. You think you would’ve regretted it if you really did it? Bet the adrenaline rush was insane."

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The jabs about his intelligence went largely ignored, green eyes lowering down to his torn nails again. When he did speak again, it was in response to Adam’s words on keeping quiet on the subject of his own mother. “Good. I guess you’re not as dumb as you look.”

The reiteration of his name had Jeremy chuckling, eyebrow raised and expression incredulous as he regarded the other boy. “You think I care about your name? I won’t remember you when you get kicked out, I won’t remember your fucking name when we graduate, I will forget every fucking nobody at this school and just disappear.”

He expected a verbal thrashing to his suggestion, not an inquiry. His curiousity was piqued, gaze finally raising to meet Adam’s in a non-hostile manner. Slowly, he leaned forward, lips parting slightly. “..I wouldn’t have regretted it,” he admitted, his voice lowered so nobody could overhear. “I would’ve happily killed him.” Tongue darted out to wet his lips before he continued. “I could hear my heart in my ears. Never had that happen like that.”

[adamharrisonrp]

"Shit, you're just a ray of fucking sunshine, aren't you?" he teased, a lazy smirk on his face as he listened to the other. It didn't bother him that Jeremy didn't care who he was, because honestly, he didn't give two damns about who the other boy was, either. He didn't care about anyone but himself, and along with having dead mothers, it seemed like that was something else the two of them had in common. 

Adam watched the other as he seemed to have caught his interest. Now that Jeremy was leaning forward too, they were close than he expected to get during this meeting. His eyes searched Jeremy's face, locking onto each feature briefly and analyzing it. He could have sworn there was something he recognized in the other boy, something he saw every time he looked in the mirror. Perhaps there was just something about the way he looked that said they both knew the same kind of pain too well. 

"I know what you're talking about. That feeling," he explained. "I don't know what you'd call it, but every time I get in a fight? I feel it." It was a euphoric kind of sensation, one that made his vision blurry and his heart thump rapidly. "You ever thought about doing that? Fighting the kid?" He looked Jeremy up and down; he was more on the meek side, shorter than he was. Adam's height was always something he was thankful for when he was going up against someone. "You won't get in as much trouble, but you'll still get your revenge. Hell, maybe I'd even help you."

[adamharrisonrp]

I want to see what NSFW headcanons you have for my character. Go on anon if you’d like. Be as graphic or as vague as you want. If I like it, I’ll accept it.

[fuckyeahharveynhaydon]

[perksof1x1-blog]

Give me a plot about a shy girl being dragged to a bar and getting hit on, where a tattooed guy takes pity on her and rescues her by saying he’s her boyfriend. He walks her home and she realizes he’s not that scary, so she invites him in and they talk. Maybe he falls asleep on her couch and she takes care of his hangover and ohmygoodness it could be so cute?

[adamharrisonrp]

High school AU

[adamharrisonrp]

"Nah, I’m not fuckin’ curious. Not curious ‘bout you," he snapped back immediately, defensiveness adding a bite to his words. He hated himself for even bringing up the question, wishing he had just had the self control to bite his tongue. "Just trying to figure out if I needa go home and scrub my mouth out after that fuckin’ kiss." 

He couldn’t hide how the admission that he’d suck him off made his eyes widen slightly. He quickly looked away from the other, trying to occupy himself by taking a a drag off his cigarette. The idea of Aidan on his knees, those soft lips…he choked out a puff of smoke once he realized he was letting his mind wander, coughing a few times to recover. “Whatever. Must’ve not been with the right kind of girl, then.” 

Not wanting to spend more time with the blond kid than he had to, Adam nodded towards a diner across the street. “Let’s go there. They got good burgers.” He dropped his cigarette and crushed it against the concrete with his shoe, looking pack and forth before he jaywalked across the street and towards the diner. 

[lovelustaidanoneil]

"Shit, you suck at lyin’. If you were any more curious, your name would be fuckin’ George." Sucking another lungful of smoke down, Aidan couldn’t help but snicker at Adam’s words. "Relax, I don’t got anythin’. Or are you that much of a phobic fucker that you think you’ll catch the gay from me?" 

An eyebrow rose at the choking, quite unable to help the sly grin that made its way across his lips. If there was any luck in the universe, the thought would stick with Adam for quite some time. His own musings were cut short, stopped abruptly by the comment on the girl. A snort, during which Aidan shook his head. “Gee, wonder what the right kinda girl for a gay guy is,” he drawled, sarcasm thick in his words.

The subject was happily dropped in favor of food. Aidan didn’t hesitate, didn’t even look both ways before he skipped across the street. “A’right, a’right. Burgers. Sounds good. Then what?” He dropped his own cigarette, letting it smolder at the side of the road. “You got another joint stashed somewhere? We could go get baked or somethin’.”

[adamharrisonrp]

A grin crossed his lips as the other made what he considered a witty comment, a small chuckle leaving him. If he kept making him laugh like this, maybe it wouldn't be so bad hanging out with this kid. "You're a fucking idiot," he said, shaking his head. The comment about being homophobic and girls was simply met with a shrug. He wanted to eat in peace, and it wasn't worth bringing their disagreements into the diner. 

"Yeah, maybe. I like how you just fuckin' invite yourself to hang out with me and smoke my weed," he retorted as they entered the diner and led then towards one of the booths. Adam glanced over the menu briefly despite already knowing what he wanted; he would rather just stare at the words than the boy in front of him. "You got somewhere we can go? Your house empty?" he asked. He knew of a park they could go to, but cops frequented the area more than he was comfortable with, especially if Aidan was tagging along. 

Once the waitress stopped by their table, he ordered a burger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake, it only taking a few minutes before the plate was being set in front of him. With the munchies already kicking in, he didn't waste any time before digging in, even going as far as snagging a few fries off Aidan's plate. 

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[Youthful Impulses]

[adamharrisonrp]

Adam was more focused on the ant crawling across the tiled floor than on the grief counselor’s monotonous voice to hear his name rattled off the list of pairings. He had been in this mandatory after school program for far too long to truly pay attention anymore. Hell, he could probably become a counselor himself with how many times he had to listen to the older woman spiel the same bullshit.

The clearing of her throat and sternness of his name being said again finally caught his attention, blue eyes shifting off his insect friend and up at the counselor instead. The deep, almost dramatic sigh that left him made it clear he wasn’t looking forward being paired off, especially not with the crazy kid who probably should be in juvenile hall right now. Regardless, he stood up and followed the other boy to the pair of chairs off to the side of the room, but not before pressing his foot down on the ant and squishing its insides between his shoe and the cold tile.  

Flopping down in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched his partner as he complained. Admittedly, he didn’t know much about Jeremy, but he knew they didn’t have jack shit in common. The nerd in front of him was the type to have his nose shoved in a book, and he was the type to barely go to class; Jeremy hardly ever said a word, and he never shut up. He knew, deep down, that there was only one reason they had been stuck together. 

"Someone like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he snapped back. "I’m not the fuckin’ psycho who tried to strangle that kid. Better make sure they hid all the jump ropes." His voice was rough compared to Jeremy’s, partially because of his American accent, but also because it had raised quite a bit. He caught eyes with the counselor, and her glare caused him to back down; it was confrontations like this that landed him in this program, after all.

"Trust me, it’s not something I do willingly," he mumbled with a scoff, slouching down in his chair. In fact, this entire thing was something he had been forced into. Once his mother died and his father wanted nothing to do with being a parent, he quickly found himself fitting in with the ‘wrong’ crowd and getting expelled from schools like it was a hobby. It wasn’t until the grandparents he hadn’t seen since he was a toddler stepped in, shipping him off to Oxfordshire to attend Abingdon. Supposedly, the strict boarding school was supposed to whip him into shape, but being torn away from everything he knew only caused him to resent all the other students and teachers. 

"Guess we’re supposed to talk about dead moms now, huh?"

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Jeremy’s gaze was cold and hard, resembling chips of jade rather than actual eyes. That dispelled when he blinked, gaze cast elsewhere. “What do you think I mean? A thug, and not just any thug, a damn Yank to boot.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave a soft huff, eyes flicking back to stare at Adam when he was accused of being a psycho. “If you heard what he said, you’d’ve done the same. Maybe worse.”

The subject of deceased mothers had him looking away again, lips pressed firmly into a thin line. “I suppose. All you need to know is that my mother was a saint, and if you open your mouth about her, you’d best be respectful.” He glanced over at the younger boy, upper lip curled in a sneer.

“This is bullshit. It’s not like they’ll be listening to every word. So why don’t you just babble on about whatever the latest celebrity has gotten themselves into, or whatever it is you like to talk about, and I’ll pretend to look interested and saddened by your sob story?”

A low, weary sigh, his expression wearied somewhat. “Look, Aidan, Abel, Adam, Allen—whatever your name is, I don’t care. I don’t care about you, your mother, or whatever issues you have. My business is my own, and no amount of counseling is gonna change that.” He gave him a look that made him seem far older than just twelve. “You understand, don’t you?”

[adamharrisonrp]

"A damn Yank," he repeated, snorting out an amused chuck afterwards. It was an insult he was used to hearing, and one that, to be quite honest, he found more funny than anything. "Maybe. But I probably would've be smarter about it, not tried to choke the kid out in the middle of the goddamn hallway." He shrugged, mimicking Jeremy's position of crossing his arms across his chest and slouching in his chair. He had heard remarks about his mother when she first passed, kids and even parents whispering about how that's what happened to druggies. He retaliated enough times to understand where the other's anger was coming from, and it was one of the reasons he tried to keep her death a secret. 

"I ain't gonna say shit about your mom," he said, nothing but truth in his words. He wasn't scared of Jeremy attacking him; there was just lines even Adam knew not to cross. He pursed his lips in thought as the other made several good points. All he had to do was look interested in what Jeremy was saying, and they'd both get good marks for the day. 

"Fine," he agreed. "It's Adam. Adam fucking Harrison, don't act like you don't know my name." He was a relatively new student, an American, and a bully -- he stuck out like a sore thumb, and everyone knew his name, whether it be for good reasons or bad. He leaned forward then, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. "Tell me what it was like to almost kill that kid, then. You think you would've regretted it if you really did it? Bet the adrenaline rush was insane."

[lovelustaidanoneil]

five times kissed

Send me 'five times kissed' for a drabble about five times our muses kissed.

Aidan really couldn’t remember the first time they kissed. The first few times seemed to blend together in a mix of colors, sounds and scenery, but one stuck out in his mind. A nudge to his side, his head turning to look at his taller companion easily. Smoky lips covered his own, the lingering taste of cigarettes mixing beautifully with the natural flavor of Adam’s mouth. When he started to pull away, tattooed fingers pulled him back, their lips crashing together once more.

When limbs were tangled together, headboard rattling and furniture squeaking in protest, their lips were sealed together, passionate liplocks that were broken only by moans or a desperate need for air. Even after pleasure and bliss overwhelmed them, their lips remained connected, touching even when they parted for breath. Adam’s fingers interlaced with Aidan’s, hazy eyes connecting in a gaze that said more than either of them ever would.

Being apart had felt like an eternity. Having Adam show up on his doorstep, even stabbed, was  nothing short of heart-wrenching. The wound had been patched up, but now, even with the blood washed off of his hands, Aidan was shaken, watching his lover sleep. A kiss was placed against the slumber man’s lips, though a hand tangling in his hair and keeping him close told him that he was asleep no longer.

Christmas had been over for over a month when the mistletoe finally came down. Adam had to volunteer his height, to lift his shorter lover up to reach the impossibly high greenery. When it was finally snatched up in tattooed hands, he lowered the blue-haired youth a smidgen, stopping when they were pressed chest to chest. There was a look of mischief in those hazel eyes, confirmed by the little green weed dangled above their heads. With a roll of his eyes and a playful insult he obliged, mouths meeting under the mistletoe in January. Aidan’s feet didn’t touch the floor anytime soon after that.

In a wooded grove, fireflies lit up the area around them. Two hands interlaced together, shorter frame leaned against the taller as the two men watched their husky chase the little glowing bugs that provided such magical light. A kiss was pressed to the older man’s temple, soft words murmured into and muffled by bright hair. Hazel eyes moved upwards, seeking out the cerulean pair belonging to his lover. Both shifted easily to accommodate the kiss, knuckles tightening to the point of blanching, as if this would be the last time they could be like this. All anyone knew was that Dog felt left out and broke up the embrace with a kiss of his own.

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[Youthful Impulses]

Grief came in many forms. When presented with the loss of a parent, some would scream, cry, display bouts of anger, express themselves in a most negative way.

Jeremy was quiet.

That by itself wasn’t unusual. The boy had always been quiet, clinging to his mother’s skirts when he wasn’t in school, keeping to himself and staying away from the other children. It seemed he thrived in solitude, did his best work alone, barely speaking to or acknowledging his classmates. Naturally, he had been picked on a fair few times, stupid jokes about his short stature coupled with his quiet nature. Those, he had let pass without incident.

It was the unsavory comment about his mother, along with an accusation of the nature behind her status as the recently deceased, that had made him snap and retaliate. Said retaliation ended with him being suspended for the better part of a month, as he had tried to strangle the offender with a length of jump-rope. He was lucky to even be allowed back into the prestigious school, under the condition that he get some help for his obvious ‘issues.’

The brunet boy had been enrolled in a school therapy group, a mixture of anger management and grief counseling. Jeremy felt more out of place than usual, and it showed in the way he picked at his fingernails, pale eyes fixed upon his hands. After a long-winded speech, the students had been paired off with each other, to attempt to open up to someone without the threat of many eyes placed upon them. 

"…this is stupid." Another fidget, nails torn down to the quick easily and without a flinch. "Absolutely rubbish.” Gaze flicked upward at the boy across from him, frown curling at his lips. This boy couldn’t have been any older than him, perhaps the same age of twelve. He didn’t know much about him, just that he was from America and that he’d already made a reputation as being a bit of a thug.

"Didn’t think someone like you would be in here.”

[adamharrisonrp]

Adam was more focused on the ant crawling across the tiled floor than on the grief counselor's monotonous voice to hear his name rattled off the list of pairings. He had been in this mandatory after school program for far too long to truly pay attention anymore. Hell, he could probably become a counselor himself with how many times he had to listen to the older woman spiel the same bullshit.

The clearing of her throat and sternness of his name being said again finally caught his attention, blue eyes shifting off his insect friend and up at the counselor instead. The deep, almost dramatic sigh that left him made it clear he wasn't looking forward being paired off, especially not with the crazy kid who probably should be in juvenile hall right now. Regardless, he stood up and followed the other boy to the pair of chairs off to the side of the room, but not before pressing his foot down on the ant and squishing its insides between his shoe and the cold tile.  

Flopping down in his chair, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched his partner as he complained. Admittedly, he didn't know much about Jeremy, but he knew they didn't have jack shit in common. The nerd in front of him was the type to have his nose shoved in a book, and he was the type to barely go to class; Jeremy hardly ever said a word, and he never shut up. He knew, deep down, that there was only one reason they had been stuck together. 

"Someone like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he snapped back. "I'm not the fuckin' psycho who tried to strangle that kid. Better make sure they hid all the jump ropes." His voice was rough compared to Jeremy's, partially because of his American accent, but also because it had raised quite a bit. He caught eyes with the counselor, and her glare caused him to back down; it was confrontations like this that landed him in this program, after all.

"Trust me, it's not something I do willingly," he mumbled with a scoff, slouching down in his chair. In fact, this entire thing was something he had been forced into. Once his mother died and his father wanted nothing to do with being a parent, he quickly found himself fitting in with the 'wrong' crowd and getting expelled from schools like it was a hobby. It wasn't until the grandparents he hadn't seen since he was a toddler stepped in, shipping him off to Oxfordshire to attend Abingdon. Supposedly, the strict boarding school was supposed to whip him into shape, but being torn away from everything he knew only caused him to resent all the other students and teachers. 

"Guess we're supposed to talk about dead moms now, huh?"

[adamharrisonrp]

High school AU

[adamharrisonrp]

"Yeah, well, don’t fucking do it again," he retorted, his threatening tone falling short as he tried to make sense of the foreign feelings lingering after the kiss. He ran his own tongue over his bottom lip as their softness was commented on, his brows furrowing together as he tried to think of a comeback to such a compliment. "Just…don’t fuckin’ talk about it, alright? It didn’t happen." 

Adam glanced over the hood of the car behind him to see that the coast was clear, so he stood up and brushed the loose gravel off the knees of his slacks. “Yeah, come on. I’m only hanging out with you ‘cause I’m fucking starving, but don’t try anymore of that gay shit,” he warned, pointing a finger at him. He yanked a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he continued walking through the parking lot, pulling one out for himself before tossing the pack to Aidan, since he knew he would just take his from him if he wanted a smoke. 

He walked in silence until they were a few yards away from the school, frequently taking drags off his cigarette as he tried to make sense out of what just happened. He cleared his throat before he spoke again, eyes casting down to watch Aidan. “You, uh, ever done that before? Suck a dude off, I mean?” he asked, running his free hand across the back of his neck to try and hide his curiosity. “Or are you normally into chicks?”

[lovelustaidanoneil]

"Fine. I hear ya, loud’n clear." Aidan rolled his eyes as he followed after the brunet. Catching the pack of cigarettes with a fumble, he drew one out, placing it between his lips. The jovial mood he’d been sporting before had been dampened, quieted by his rash actions and the words that had followed. He couldn’t help but perk up when Adam spoke up, pausing with his cigarette half-way to his mouth.

"Why? You gonna give me more hell about ‘that gay shit’?" Snickering, he shook his head, taking a deep drag off of the cylinder. "Yeah, once or twice." A shrug, lips parting to exhale a cloud of smoke. "I was high as fuck, though, so I don’t remember the ‘who’s and the ‘why’s about it." At the question of girls, he snorted, unable to help but laugh. "Are you fuckin’ serious? No. Only been with a girl once. Nothin’ to write home about." 

A pause, before he looked over at the taller boy. “Why? You curious?” he teased, grin spreading across his lips. “I’d do it. Suck you off. Too bad you’re not into any of that ‘gay shit.’” Finger quotes were included as he chuckled. “C’mon, whaddya wanna eat, Starvin’ Marvin?”

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"Nah, I'm not fuckin' curious. Not curious 'bout you," he snapped back immediately, defensiveness adding a bite to his words. He hated himself for even bringing up the question, wishing he had just had the self control to bite his tongue. "Just trying to figure out if I needa go home and scrub my mouth out after that fuckin' kiss." 

He couldn't hide how the admission that he'd suck him off made his eyes widen slightly. He quickly looked away from the other, trying to occupy himself by taking a a drag off his cigarette. The idea of Aidan on his knees, those soft lips...he choked out a puff of smoke once he realized he was letting his mind wander, coughing a few times to recover. "Whatever. Must've not been with the right kind of girl, then." 

Not wanting to spend more time with the blond kid than he had to, Adam nodded towards a diner across the street. "Let's go there. They got good burgers." He dropped his cigarette and crushed it against the concrete with his shoe, looking pack and forth before he jaywalked across the street and towards the diner. 

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The metal of the hood of his car was cool against his legs, and he leaned back to glance up at the stars. “You would make me take me to a graveyard in the middle of the night, you twisted fuck,” he teased, smirking over at the vampire. “You’re right, though. Shit looks better here without all the city lights.” 

The graveyard was perched upon a hill, and from where they were parked, they could see the lit up skyline of the busy city. The whiz of cars passing and of drunk people shouting in the middle of the night was replaced with the repetitive song of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. In the moment of silence that settled between them, Adam got the idea of sliding off the hood of the car and standing in front of the other man. He pushed himself between Nicky’s legs, his hands settling on his slender hips. “Why’d you invite me out here, Nicky?”  

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"Hey!" Adam snapped as the cigarette was snatched right out from between his lips. He opened his mouth to plead for his cigarette back, tendrils of smoke leaving his lips, though Nicky had continued to lecture him before he could get out of word. He gulped as his shirt was grabbed and he was yanked forward; he wasn’t scared of Nicky, though fear lingered at the idea that he could easily crush him or tear out his throat. He waited until the other was finished speaking and had released him before ripping his cigarette out from between his fingers and placing it back between his lips where it belonged. 

"You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Nicky," he started, inhaling the smoke deeply. "And I don’t know why someone like you would like someone like me, alright?" He flicked the ashes on the dirt ground before spitting to the side, as if that would somehow clarify their differences. "You’ve had, what, two hundred goddamn years to pick someone, and you decide on the fuckin’ loser junkie?" He shook his head, a small chuckle leaving him at its sheer ridiculousness. "You don’t wanna be stuck me with, trust me. No one fuckin’ does." His shoe crunched the finished cigarette into the dirt, eyes trained on his boot, as it was easier to look there than up at the vampire. 

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"Would you quit with the goddamn pity party!?" Nicky actually broke, shoving Adam back against the car. It may have looked like he barely touched the youth, but Nicky knew that if he so pleased, he could’ve made Adam go a lot farther. "You listen to me. I don’t care. You could be anything for all I care, I would still like you. You are my friend. You kept talking to me, you didn’t run away, you sat there and you let me explain myself to you.” He swallowed hard, gaze weary more than anything else when he returned his gaze to the other man’s. “You didn’t run. That’s far more than I have ever done.”

His lower lip was seized between his teeth, worried at as he watched the younger man. “I care about you, Adam. Don’t discount that. Just don’t, please. I have tried so hard to not care, to just run away when things got difficult.” His jaw was set, gaze focused on the other man. “Just say the word, and I’ll go right back to that. I’ll leave you be, seeing as it sounds like you really just want to be alone.”

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A huff was pushed out of his lungs when he hit the car with more force than expected, brows furrowing together at the surprising physical altercation. He watched Nicky as he tried to explain himself, the words he was saying completely foreign to him. It wasn't often that he was praised for doing something right, and it was even less common that someone declared that they cared for him. Overcome with emotions he didn't know how to handle, he seized the front of Nicky's shirt and tugged him towards him, pulling the vampire against him and crashing his lips against the other's. 

With the fabric of Nicky's shirt bundled tight in his fists, he kissed the other man with a passion not felt before. He didn't know how else to tell the other that he cared about him, too, or that everything he had said struck something inside of him. He pulled his lips away from Nicky's only when his lungs burned and screamed for air, and even then, he kept his face close enough that their noses brushed against each other. "I don't want to be alone," he muttered, his voice quiet. "And I don't want you to run from me. If turning me is something you really want to do, Nicky, then fuck. I'll do it."