#lostone slugger

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lostone-slugger replied to your post:✺

Is it bad that I feel like doing an abusive thread now?

i kind of want this. no scratch that. i definitely want this

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He'd hit him. Slugger had hit him. Of course -- was he to blame? Whatever the reasoning, it had to have been Castor's fault. It was always his fault when he was hit. If he'd just done the right thing, he wouldn't have been hit so it was his fault. Castor froze, standing before Slugger. He didn't speak for a long time, then he spoke, all emotion wiped from his voice, his face. "Sorry. I'll leave you alone." 

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{ ribbon meme } Slugger smirked leaning in towards the other boy. "Looks like it's my lucky day."

Slugger, I literally hate you so much. Cas glared, remaining where he'd been set, watching 

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I want the K

17. Neck Kiss:

After French kissing for a while, some people mix it up by trailing their mouth down and “Frenching” the other person’s neck. To execute a neck kiss perfectly, go light on the saliva, focus on the motion of your lips, never stay in once place for very long and never suck hard enough to leave a hickey.

 Castor had planned to paint the Lost Boys' sign up on an empty wall he'd found. The only one he could talk into going with him on short notice was Slugger. It worked out well, actually, with Slugger's hearing and his eyes. They'd never gotten caught before. 

 It was on their way back that they encountered trouble. There was a midnight curfew for anybody under eighteen in Storybrooke and, well, neither Castor nor Slugger were legal adults. Castor saw the dim glow of the patrol car before Slugger heard it. In a few swift movements, he'd tugged up the hood of his own hoodie and pushed Slugger up against the wall. 

 He rested his face in the crook of Slugger's neck, shifting every once in a while, hoping the patrol car would just go past them. Luck was against them it seemed and the cop was leaving the car. That was when Castor's lips trailed up the other boy's throat, pausing mid kiss only when the cop approached them. "It's past curfew and you two are --" He turned, raising a brow at the cop. 

 He reached back to take Slugger's hand in his own. "I'm sorry, officer, is there a problem?" The cop looked baffled for a moment, before responding, "You boys are out past curfew." Castor had that innocent face -- the one that had gotten the boys out of so many close calls. "It's only twelve ten. We were making our way back home. Promise." 

 "I'm afraid I'll be taking you boys home." Castor draped an arm around Slugger's shoulders. "Oh, but officer, I heard you let this girl and her boyfriend slide past curfew at twelve thirty. Or are me and my boyfriend," he emphasized boyfriend, "a special case?"

 The cop swallowed hard. he was obviously not used to dealing with Lost Boys. "No -- not at all. Go on, beat it. Get home." He retreated to the patrol car, rounding the corner. Castor waited one, two, three, four, five seconds before snickering. "Too easy." 

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M!A: High Tide - Muse is trapped in a cave with water that will fill it in 4 hours.

"Go down to the bluffs they said. It'll be fun they said."

"Merde."

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"Holy hell, Slugger!" Castor jolted from where he'd been sitting spaced out to whack the other lost boy over the head. "The hell was that?"

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Klepto

Castor stepped into his room raising a brow at his friend rummaging through his drawers. "Slugger...? Are those my pants?" 

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The knife wasn't Slugger's weapon. Castor felt ashamed to die by Slugger's hand with that weapon. It was a strange thought process -- he was angry because Slugger was slipping a knife between his ribs with a knife rather than an axe or a scythe. 

He gasped and slumped forward. "Thank you," he managed before he slipped away.