Hai I’m Avery. I don’t post I lot but I will start to. I am a minor so no weird stuff. I’m also a really big Ghost mountain fan. I meet him in April so yeah :3 I’m also I really big Owen Campbell fan and plan watching all his movies!!
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Music: Sematary, Ghost Mountain, Smokedope2016, Nettspend, Corbin, Lil Peep, Wpse,2hollis, Rommulus, Nate Sib, Che, Jaydes, Prettifun, Bladee, Ecco2k, Yung Lean, Elusin, Elita, Nicole Dollanganger, Ethel Cain, Bring me the horizon, Pierce The Veil, and a lot more these just my main
Shows/Movies: Skins, South Park, Twd, As you are, My heart can’t beat unless you tell it to, Super dark times, Bones and All, Mid 90s, Smiling friends, Scott Pligrim, Zero Day, Gravity Falls, Adventure Time
Colm comes crashing through the door with a girl drunkenly hanging off his shoulder. Wren was just about to surrender to his room, halfway through binge watching Twin Peaks, when his roommate and the bird just had to start making out next to him. Wren shifted uncomfortably in his spot, trying his best to look away but couldn’t help himself, his eyes wandering over to their lips moving against each other. Wren closed his eyes and imagined himself in that girl's position, he’s always wanted to sit on Colm’s lap and grab at him everywhere. He feels ashamed about it though, because Colm would never touch him, he barely even looks at him. That’s totally fine for Wren, he doesn’t like Colm as much anyway. Not as much as he loves the worst person to ever grace this damned earth.
Zane Steckler, the boy that made Wren’s life at school hell. Even though he gets ruthlessly bullied by this idiot, Wren can’t help his growing feelings towards him, this started even before he got to this school. Having gotten called a slur by a group of teenage boys at the mall, he tried to brush it off and not let it ruin his week since the next day he would be going to his new school for the first time.
Either the world hated him or he was just this unlucky, walking into his first class of the day and seeing the familiar group of boys sitting next to each other, their desks pressed together, some of them sitting on top of the tables. The teacher was too busy writing on the board to care, the rest of the students doing their own things. Wren tried to calm himself down, maybe if he was quiet and sneaky enough the boys wouldn’t notice him and call him mean names again. But as he pulled his chair, it made an extremely loud screeching noise that made the entire room fall silent, all the attention falling to him.
He had turned so red he could almost feel the heat coming off his face. The silence was broken by Zane at that moment, pointing out how his nose was bleeding. Small giggles and snickers erupting and the teacher handing him some tissues, making him sit down so that the class could start. He could hear the boys behind him make comments about his appearance for almost 10 minutes till it was his turn to introduce himself, putting away the tissues and getting up from his seat awkwardly, tripping over his own feet when he was making his way over to the front of the class.
“H-hey everyone, I’m Wren-” He started to introduce himself, but the classmates kept chattering amongst themselves. Wren ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip nervously as the teacher had to tell them to be quiet and he had to restart. “Hey, I’m Wren, I’m from N-northern California.. And I like to- play video games and watch TV shows..” He bit his lip and lowered his head. Just as he started to walk back to his desk, the teacher placed a hand on his shoulder. “C’mon, why don’t you say some more?” She gave a saccharine smile, making Wren shuffle back to the front.
“I.. Uhn.. I like GTA, Minecraft.. and watching old shows, like Twin- P-peaks” He chokes out the last word, the spit that was filling his mouth lodging his throat embarrassingly so. Zane was already carving his name onto the battered desk, filtering out the rest of the noise, until he heard it- Twin Peaks. He looked up, his eyes lighting up and grinned just at the mention of it. His friends looked over at the sudden movement, causing Zane to get embarrassed, ducking his head and going back to branding the wood.
Wren continues reminiscing while Colm has already stopped paying attention to the girl smothering him in kisses, staring at Wren which was looking off to the side and blushing to himself. Something clicked in Colm’s head and he subtly smirked, turning his gaze back to the pouting girl, whispering a small apology before resuming their make-out sesh.
Wren wakes up with the worst headache the next morning, his head pounding and his eyes a bright red. He had gone to bed at 5 AM, but he couldn’t fall asleep until an hour later because of Colm and that slut.. They had been fucking non-stop and it messed with Wren’s rest. His limbs felt heavy as he lifted himself from his bed, rubbing his eyes till his vision cleared and dragging himself over to the bathroom. When he walked over to the sink he couldn’t find his toothbrush anywhere, looking in the cabinets and under the sink. He sighed when he realised Colm definitely threw it away somewhere and he had an idea of where he could have thrown it. Lifting the toilet lid he found his toothbrush in the bowl.
”Colm..” Wren hissed under his breath, storming over to the man's room. He swung open the door, holding up the toothbrush which was still dripping the pissy toilet water onto his hand. Just as he was about to lecture him once again on what a terrible roommate he is, Wren paused as he actually paid attention to Colm who was wearing nothing but boxers, looking unbothered, and smoking a cigarette. ”Hey faggot.” The Irishman mumbled, putting down his phone to look Wren dead in the eyes, causing him to get even more pink. ”Y-you- What the hell was- that with my t-toothbrush!” Wren exclaimed, waving it around in the air. Colm just chuckled, ”C’mon, You probably like it, right? Your toothbrush with a hot guys piss on it, how much better could it be?” He teased, pushing the blanket to the side and spreading his legs slightly, the outline of his bulge visible through his boxers.
Wren could feel the blood from his face rushing down south. His body temperature rose up so much he felt like his head was gonna explode, along with the headache it was starting to become difficult to stay conscious. “I-I..” Wren inhaled sharply and ran out the room as quickly as he could, leaving Colm’s door ajar and locking himself in the bathroom. Colm could only smile wide, his suspicions proving correct.
Wren tried to hold his head high even though he was still disorientated from not being able to sleep properly and the incident with Colm just before school. He was so tempted to call in saying he was sick but maybe just this once he could show he wasn’t such a pussy? It’s not like he was actually gay anyway. He fidgeted with his fingers as he approached his locker, trying to ignore the group of boys behind him, boasting about how they drugged this girl at some party.. Fucking weirdos. He silently prayed in his head that Zane hadn’t been a part of it.
What Wren failed to notice was that Colm had taken Zane a little farther away from the group to have a quiet conversation with him while they stole occasional glances towards the long haired boy.
“He’s an actual fag.” Colm snickers, telling the elder about what had happened this morning. Zane couldn’t believe it, he didn’t know whether to be excited about this or scared. What if Colm could tell that he was gay too? Was he making it too obvious with his staring? Or maybe the light hue on his face? All the sound drowned out and he could only see Wren in front of him, his beautiful dark brown hair, reaching his shoulders and making him look like a woman from behind.. Maybe if he pretended like Wren was a girl he wouldn’t feel so disgusted with himself. His nose was perfect and a little crooked to the side, his eyes as wide as a startled deer’s which were a beautiful hazel. His lips so.. Kissable.. He was so fucking weird for thinking about a dork like Wren this way.
“Yo, are you good?” Colm asked after realising Zane was unresponsive. He snapped his gaze back towards the ginger and scoffed, “Yeah he’s gay as shit. Ev’rybody can see that.” Colm raised a brow and hit Zane’s shoulder lightly. “I was asking why you were blushing like that. You gay too?” Zane’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but become even redder than before, both from anger and embarrassment. He almost yelled at him but held his composure and just shoved Colm out his way to walk over to Wren.
Colm was confused but quickly became intrigued when he realised what Zane was about to do. Zane came up behind Wren and slammed him against his locker, knocking a whine out of the skinnier boy. It drew attention from everyone that was in the hallway, some turning their heads and others ignoring them to head to their classes. Wren was quickly spun around and sucker-punched before he could even react, collapsing onto the floor. Zane began kicking his stomach, only stopping when a teacher stepped in, pulling Zane away from Wren who was trembling and clutching his stomach, his nose and mouth both dripping blood. Zane felt the anger surging through his blood, he tried to prove himself to Colm and his friends- he wanted them to know that he didn’t want anything to do with this freak.
“Zane Steckler!” The teacher yelled, pulling him aside by his arm while trying to calm down the students that were egging the fight on. The man also urged for Wren to get up, yelling at them that they both had detention at the end of the day. Fuck man, how does he keep getting in these situations? Wren just groaned and slowly got up defeated, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand. To his luck, the bell rang. “It’s not even 10 AM and you two are already fighting!” You two? That asshole punched him first for no reason. Wren fucking hates this school. Now he had to spend an hour locked in a room with that idiot, fuck. This day couldn’t get any worse.
He tried his best to ignore all the slurs that were coming his way, Colm had apparently spread the word around that Wren was gay so quickly it made his head spin. He regrets ever doing or saying anything. What made Colm think he was gay anyway? He wasn’t gay at all! He wasn’t.. Gay. Wren sighed as the last bell rang, usual excitement and relief replaced by dread and exhaustion as he realised he was stuck here for another hour with the devil himself. Grabbing a few books to busy himself with as the hallways cleared, he closed his locker and saw Zane standing in front of the detention room looking extremely agitated and impatient, tapping his feet against the floor with his head hanging low. Wren sighed once more and made his way over to the black haired boy, not saying a word as he waited with him for a teacher to unlock the door.
Zane was obviously startled, he didn’t have to put up a ‘tough-guy’ act when he wasn’t with his friends so he had no idea what to say or do to Wren. Only nervously looking away and kicking away a pencil that was lying on the ground.
Wren noticed how jittery Zane was and wanted to say something, but he couldn’t even get a word in when he heard that same voice from behind him. The asshole that gave him detention was coming over to unlock the door, so that the boys could get inside. “Alright you guys, I’m kind of busy with some other things so I’ll leave you two to be in here.” He said whilst fumbling with the keys. “I TRUST you two will behave?” He stopped to look at both of them, the two nodding quickly without a sound. The room inside was dark and dusty, with a pile of tables and chairs in one corner. The paint on the other side of the room was peeling, and Wren could feel a draft brushing against the drying blood on his face.
As the two of them were locked inside the room now, Zane fumbled around for the lightswitch, wincing as his hand brushed against something sticky on the wall before finally finding it. Seeing Wren’s bloody face once again in the light made him pause for a second. The boy really was beautiful. He continued to stare, then noticed Wren’s brows furrowing. “Dude. D-don’t look at me with that.. face! You’re the one who fucking- put us in here for deciding to b-beat me up!” Wren hissed, kicking a small pebble towards Zane, knocking him out of his stupor. “Mm? Yeah and.. I’d do it again. Faggot.” Zane replied, but obviously not meaning it.
Not being able to get the lack of enthusiasm in Zane’s voice, Wren piped up again. “S-seriously!! What the.. hell is your problem with me?! I’ve d-done nothing to you and- and you treat me.. like this!” He caught him staring once again. Zane's eyes were glazed over and his mouth was slightly open, his face relaxed yet the rest of his body was still so tense, looking as if he were about to leap over and rip him apart at any second.
Wren flinched as Zane quickly took a few steps towards him then paused again. “The hell? What are you..?” Assuming Zane was going to beat him up again, especially since they were alone, He backed up closer to the pile of tables, lifting up his arms up in defence as Zane kept getting closer and closer.
“F-fuck off..” Wren whispered, his voice trembling when Zane got right up against him and grabbed his wrists, pushing them away from his face. Wren was about to say something again when he was cut off by Zane’s lips pressing against his, his eyes widening more than before and his body stiffening. Wren wanted to pull away at first but quickly melted into the kiss when Zane’s tongue started prodding at his lips, making them part and shoving it inside his mouth. Wren finally allowed himself to move and make noise, whimpering and grabbing the other boy’s shoulders weakly, his knees began to buckle and he almost fell to the floor. Zane wrapped his hands around his thin waist, catching him in time and moving them closer towards a wall so that he could slam Wren against it and kiss him even harder than before.
Wren couldn’t believe this was actually happening, he wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming but Zane’s hands on his waist felt way too real. He had waited and fantasized of this moment more times than he could count. Wren knew about Zane’s addictions, there's no way he was doing this sober. Wren pushed the other away and gasped a little before stuttering out “A-are you on something..?” Zane just blinked slowly and shook his head yet his pupils were pin small and he was breathing harder than usual.
Zane’s leg was in between Wren’s, and he used his thigh to push him against the wall, pressing their bodies fully together again and panting in his face. As Wren moved forward to kiss him again he let himself grind down on Zane’s thigh, moaning out small pleas and trying to bring him closer by wrapping his arms around Zane’s waist. They continued to move against each other, Zane’s movements gradually becoming more aggressive as he pinned Wren’s wrists above his head with one hand and used the other to grab at his belt, unbuckling it surprisingly fast and starting to push down Wren's jeans. The long haired boy let out a confused sound as his eyes followed Zane’s hands.
As his jeans fell down to the floor, Wren went a brighter pink as he remembered what he was wearing. Now both of them were looking down, Zane suddenly seemed sober again, the grip on Wren’s wrists faltering. “The fuck?” He whispered, his voice hoarse as he just blinked, looking between Wren’s long hair and panties and to his hard-on. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he looked like an actual girl. Zane couldn’t help his hand either, suddenly palming the bulge making Wren double over and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He was panting even harder and trying his best to not cum in his underwear. This was so humiliating he seriously wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
What was he even thinking? Wearing women’s underwear outside? This was the only pair he had, and he had gotten it a week before. He thought that they looked nice, he remembers admiring himself in the mirror.. The panties were white with pretty pink stripes, a small bow adorning the front. They fit so well on him, the panties hugging his sides perfectly. He thought maybe Zane would like him more if he wore these.
He could feel tears pricking at his eyes before Zane spoke up again “These are nice.” He said deadpanned, staring intently at them. “What?” Wren whispered breathlessly, eyes widening when Zane spun him around, pressed his face against the wall harshly and began humping him through his underwear. “Z-zane..Hhn..” He cried out, drool spilling from his mouth pathetically. His vision was blurring from the tears, Zane’s hand found its place back on his waist, caressing him so gently it made him moan even more. Zane leaned into Wren’s back, groaning so closely in his ear it drove him closer to the edge. He kept thrusting his hips roughly into Wren’s ass, he was trembling and whining.
“Hhn.. u-uu..ngh..” The pleasure was so mind numbing, he would’ve fallen over if it weren’t for Zane’s hands supporting him. He was grabbing his hips so harshly they were prone to bruising, he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of getting to look at them when he got home. The aggressive humping suddenly came to a stop when Zane finally peeled Wren’s panties off along with his own boxers, his dick rubbing against Wren’s hole. “Y’ got lube?” Zane spoke in a low voice, his breathing extremely ragged. Wren just sniffled and shook his head, why would a dork like him be carrying around lube? It’s not like he gets any. Zane just scoffed.
Wren could feel fingers pressing against his mouth trying to enter, he slowly parted his lips to let them slip inside, moaning when Zane growled out a simple “Suck.” Wren immediately began swirling his tongue around the two digits, closing his eyes trying to ignore the way Zane’s dick was teasing up and down against his hole. The fingers left his mouth and pressed inside his hole, his throat was sore from moaning and he was close to passing out.
Zane’s hand finally pulled away, the feeling of his fingers being replaced by his member. “O-oh! mhh.. My..” He whined, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his jaw went slack. Wren couldn’t regulate his breathing, slowly sliding down the wall only for Zane to pull him back up by grabbing a fistful of his hair, knocking his forehead into the wall as he began fucking into Wren’s virgin hole. “You’re so fuckin’ tight..” Zane groaned, his dick was getting suffocated by his walls. It felt so good though.
Wren wailed every time Zane’s tip lightly grazed against his prostate, his nails clawing at the wall. “Z-zane.. Zane.. hhHn..” He prayed there wasn’t anyone outside.. It would be so humiliating to explain why his well-known bully was fucking his brains out.
Zane’s thrusts were faltering, his energy clearly running out and his climax approaching. He moved his hips once.. Twice.. Grabbed the base of Wren’s dick and squeezed really hard then shoved inside one last time. They both groaned as they came together. Zane pulled out quickly and came a little bit more on Wren’s back before putting his boxers and pants back on. He looked over to the clock and saw that they had 10 minutes left before they could leave. He assisted Wren with his own clothing and cleaned him up. They ended up sitting on the floor together, thick silence suffocating the room. Zane turned his head towards Wren.
“You wanna do that again sometime?”
“Sure.”
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Back from our Little Break sry 4 Starvin everyone..
When they were younger, around middle school age, wren would typically follow zane around, but zane had been doing that exact thing too. The boys had been so invested in impressing the other that they ended up being who they are today.
That’s why whatever happened between them was so rough for zane.
He still feels like he needs wren’s validation, but little does he know, wren feels the exact same way. That’s why he’s perfected his craft, recording not just for work, but also for what they’d created. that’s why zane’s let him back in so easily. It was theirs, born out of creative minds bonding to forge something special that, truly, only they could get.
