I wrote (and posted, for once!) a fanfic! This time, it was for the @w2hbigbang which I also ran with the help of the other amazing mods <3
“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost incompatible; one emotion hardly leaves room for the other.” - Robert Heinlein.
Sock and Jon are seniors in high school, on a school field trip. They just want to make it to their graduation day. But of course, it can't all be smooth sailing.
(Written for both the Welcome to Hell Big Bang 2018 AND the Welcome to Hell Kinkmeme)
This fic fulfills old kinkmeme prompts 411 and 422. They don’t necessarily go together, but they were inspiring nevertheless.
It’s 15.1k of pure weirdness, rated for Teen and up audiences, with plenty of gay thrown in!
My fic was also accompanied by some lovely art, by the even lovelier @dippydipt! The link to reblog the art is [link: here] but be warned, the art does spoil the fic!
wthkinkmeme prompt # 1147: Jonathan and Sock play rock-paper-scissors to see who tops.
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Jonathan narrowed his eyes at Sock as the Wild Wild West showdown theme song played in the background. Or at least it played in Jonathan's mind which is what really mattered.
Sock was the first to break the stern stare as his lips curled upward in a gleeful smile. "Ready?"
Jonathan nodded seriously as he lifted his hands in front of him. Balling one into a fist he raised his brow. "On three this time."
"Whatever you say," Sock agreed copying his gesture.
"One," Jonathan said.
Sock said, "Two."
Both, "Three!"
"Ha! Scissors beats paper!" Sock exclaimed jumping up in the air with a twirl.
Jonathan scowled having lost again. This was the fifth time in a row that they've played this game and every time he had lost. He was getting the sneaking suspicion that somehow someway Sock was cheating but he had no way to prove it.
After Sock's celebratory dance he floated down on the bed they were both sitting on and gave Jonathan a predatory smile. It made the blond shiver in anticipation though he would never admit it out loud. Sock’s green eyes glowed as he crawled over to Jonathan.
I guess that this is a fill for http://wthkinkmeme.tumblr.com/post/129211915216/jonathan-meets-sock-out-on-one-of-his-favorite but it's not exactly like the post. It probably called for more of a fanfic, but I decided to draw it, like it was the start of a series.
Anyways, like always: sock and jonathan (c) Erica Wester
Words: 666 [yes, I deliberately made it that word count]
Summary: you know the commercial, if you don’t then Folgers Brother Sister commercial. Inspired by prompt #928 of wthkinkmeme
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Sock was waiting impatiently by the window staring out onto the snow covered street. It was Christmas Day and he still hadn’t shown up. Even his parents had gone to bed tired of waiting but Sock couldn’t. He couldn’t go to sleep until Jonathan showed up. He hadn’t seen Jonathan in two years when he went to volunteer for the Peace Corp that sent him to Africa.
Smiling Sock saw Jonathan get out of the yellow cab that had pulled up and make his way over to the front door and before Jonathan could put his hand over the knob the door opened. Jonathan blinked at him before the sliver of humor passed over his blue eyes, “I must have the wrong house.”
Sock, now sixteen to Jonathan’s almost twenty years, pouted but pointed to himself indicating who he was. “Brother,” before they both smiled and Jonathan let out a small chuckle as Sock wrapped his thin arms around his older brother’s shoulders squeezing to convey what he was currently feeling. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered to the blond’s ear before reluctantly letting go.
Walking into the kitchen with Jonathan right behind him, backpack still on, Sock commented, “The parents’ waited all night for you, you know.”
Jonathan slid off his pack on the floor near the counter walking to the breakfast island. “It’s a long ways from West Africa, you know,” is his excuse for his tardiness. Sock goes around the kitchen preparing the coffee machine knowing Jonathan needed his caffeine fix. Sock could use one himself with an almost twenty-four hours of being up because he waited for his brother to show up.
Jonathan put his hand over Sock’s hair messing it up and making it stick up worse than it normally does when he isn’t wearing his hat. Sock groaned like a little brother and swatted Jonathan’s hand off taking the necessary space apart but forgiving his older brother the small transgression because he was just so happy he was back.
Once the coffee started pouring Jonathan leaned in taking a big whiff of the seducing aroma. “Ah, real coffee,” he sighed wanting but holding back a moan of pleasure.
Sock lifted himself onto the counter watching his brother’s face light up in ecstasy over the coffee feeling himself blush a little and having to lower his head. When Sock lifted his head he noticed Jonathan walking over to him and placing a small wrapped box into his hands. Lifting those green eyes of his to his big brother he asked a silent question.
Jonathan answered the silent look on Sock, “I got you a present from far away.”
Sock glanced back down at the box toying with it in his hands before going for the bow and taking it out of the box and taping it on Jonathan’s shoulder instead. “You’re my present this year,” Sock said staring at those blue eyes.
Jonathan wanted to protest but that died on his lips when he looked into those green eyes of his brother. The air felt charged as Jonathan felt his heart pick up speed making his face heat up and they would’ve stared at each other like that for a long time if not for the shuffling of feet making their way into the kitchen.
Sock was blushing and ducked his head as both of their parents walked in. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he felt a sudden awareness of his body as it came alive. Why was he feeling this for his own brother? That was very strange indeed.
During the time it took both Mom and Dad to hug and greet Jonathan, Sock managed to bring himself under control. Looking back up both brothers looked at each other and a zing of desire passed between them. The air clotted into a very promising smolder of passion. When Jonathan and Sock had time alone later tonight it would be the start of a very interesting porno.
Sock and Jonathan have a fight. Jon storms out in a rage, and Sock believes that he'll come home eventually. He waits, and waits, and waits. Eventually, he goes out to look for him, and finds him being beaten or raped in an alley. Cue Sock's homicidal tendencies kicking in and wrecking the shit out of anyone who dares hurt Jonathan. Talking it out/fluff after encouraged, but optional.
Rated M for blood and violence
paring: Sock/Jonathan
Silence. Dead silence is what permeated the room as the only two figures in it stared at each other. The taller figure, whose blue eyes were burning with enough fire the devil himself would cringe away, was nearly panting, fists clenched at his side. His face was flushed with anger that matched his fiery glare. His lips curled into a near snarl and the other figure, floated back a few feet, green eyes wide and hands clamped tightly over his lips. After a moment they lowered to his side and he tried to speak.
“Jonathan...Whatever I just said, I didn-” he was cut off the by the blonde standing across from him.
“Didn't what Sock!? Didn't mean it? Didn't realize what you were saying?” Jonathan shouted, throwing his hands up for emphasis. “You sure as hell knew what you were saying!” The blonde cried. His next words were quiet, an air of betrayal snaking through them, catching Sock off guard. “And I thought you considered us friends...I know I did,”
Sock blinked in surprise, slowly floating towards his human companion, one hand outstretched. “Jonathan, we are.” he tried but those fire-filled eyes looked up and Sock froze in place, unable to move even as he notice the blonde teen was trying not to cry, his glassy and wet eyes proving that all to well. He didn't stop the blonde as he turned and rushed from the room, through the empty house and out the door. Sock could hear the footsteps as he was soon out of the driveway and then there was the silence again.
Sock grabbed the edges of his hat and pulled down, curling into himself as he floated in the middle of the room, slowly lowering as his emotions overcame him. Tears leaked from his own eyes as he sniffled like a child, soon breaking away into quiet cries and whimpers. “I didn't meant it..” he whispered to no one. He glanced outside and soon flew to the window, where is watery eyes searched the darkness for any sign his human counterpart was coming back. There was nothing and sock frowned deeply.
The streetlights cast long shadows, making everything look dangerous and strange. Sock hoped Jonathan would turn around and come back quickly, it was cold and the gray sweatshirt he always wore still laying in a pile on the floor, leaving him in a light tank top and his jeans. He stayed by the window for at least an hour, with no sign of the blonde. Sock bit his lip, even if he was meant to get Jonathan to kill himself, he was worried about the boy's well being, besides, he had to kill himself not get lost in the dark! He also should apologize, he had been out of line when he spoke of Jonathan and his friends like he had. They had been angry, something Jonathan said had pissed him off. Maybe it was the way he spoke now of the others around him. Maybe it was that he seemed to be doing even better than when Sock had first taken his job, having friends and doing well in classes where he had learned to ignore Sock. It could have been the way he caught Jonathan staring at that girl from class, or the boy that looked at Jonathan the same way.
No matter what the reason Sock had gotten angry, words harsh and cutting. What was it he had said? He couldn't even remember with the heat of the moment and, what he would now admit was jealousy, having deafened him to his own outburst. Jonathan had said something back, something at first surprised and worried but then, after a few more outbursts his words had turned sharp and cutting too. Had Sock been physical at the moment he was sure Jonathan would have hit him and done it hard enough to at least knock the brunette out. Sock sighed and after adjusting his goggles and toying nervously with his scarf he flew out the window and out of the house. It had been at least two hours since the other had left and sock was determined to find him, worry overpowering any other thought process.
He flew through the streets quickly, looking down each one he passed for any sign of the blonde. There was nothing at first, just the eerie silence that Sock had come to expect from the night. It was quiet, far away but something broke the silence.
“Get off! Let go of me! Don't touch me!”
Sock started, stopping hid flight. “Jonathan?” he could have sworn he heard the boy from ahead of him. He listened again. This time there was a yell, a near scream of pain that Sock knew in a millisecond was Jonathan. He shot after the sound, eyes wide and worried. He looked up and down the streets even quicker now, eyes still searching.
“Jonathan!?” Sock called and he heard the sound again, another yell of pain and this time he was close enough to hear the sharps sound of skin on skin. He stopped, looking around and following the sound to a nearby ally where he froze in the entrance, staring at the scene within.
Jonathan was against the wall, two men in front of him, his shirt was torn and his jeans fared no better, looking ready to fall off with a wrong move, one man's hand looking ready to rip them away. His face was bruised and a line of blood was streaming from a busted lip. He was nearly unconscious, the only reason he was standing was due to the other man's hand around his neck. A few knife wounds littered the teen's upper arms, cuts and gashes that would scar and a few on his face that wouldn't. Sock's chest tightened as he watched the man fully rip away the teen's jeans, a sneer on his lips. That was it, sock had seen more than enough. He called out, hoping to alert Jonathan to his presence.
“Jonathan. I'm here, and I'll get you out of here.”
There it was, the smallest twitch and the blonde's eyes had moved to look at him, filling with a mix of disbelief and something Sock couldn't place.
Sock glared and through his hazy vision Jonathan watched him change. His normally green eyes turned deep red and his light green aura darkened to a mix of crimson and black and even blue, looking like the flames of hell had come up to consume him as it flared and flickered around him. His eyes flashed and he immediately shot forward, ,into the man still kneeling by Jon's waist. The man's eyes widened and he gasped as Sock overtook him, taking control. He stood and looked to the other man through his greasy black bangs, had bowed to hide his now glowing crimson eyes.
“What are you doing man? You're the one that wanted him, hurry up already. “ the other said, turning to his friend, his hand releasing Jonathan who slid weakly down the wall, unable to keep himself upright, eyes drifting closed as the pain of his injuries overtook him. Sock didn't answer the man, instead he silently reached into his own back pocket where he could feel a pocket knife, and pulled it out, flipping it to the ready in one steady motion. He looked up and met eyes with the other and smirked, head tilted, giving the man an insane look.
“I think you're going to regret touching him.” he said, his own voice coming from the man's throat. The friend backed away, eyes wide and hands in front of his chest in a calming gesture.
“Dude! What the hell is-” he couldn't finish speaking as Sock whipped the knife forward and sunk it deeply into his throat, grinning as he watched the man's face contort in pain and anguish, his lips opening to scream. With a small grunt Sock pulled it back out and a splash of blood followed. The man fell to the ground, eyes open and face stuck in a silent scream of pain.
Sock now took the knife and chuckled to himself, looking the bloody tip over. Being in possession of a body had it's perks. Sock quite enjoyed the fact that nothing he did to the body would not affect him, allowing him to feel no pain as he sunk the man's own knife into his stomach at least 4 times before lifting and sinking it into his neck, cutting the jugular he knew resided there. As the man fell, dead before hitting the ground, he fell away from Sock, leaving the demon floating above the bodies with his still insane smirk on his face. After a moment though it faded and he gasped as his eyes reverted back to normal. He glanced to the side and rushed to Jonathan, hand's nervously cupping his face.
He was almost surprised that his hands were able to touch Jonathan's cheeks, knowing Jonathan had to want him to touch him to have it work. “Jonathan? Shit, Jonathan open your eyes and look at me.” he pleaded. “Come on, you're okay, open your eyes.”
Slowly, blue eyes did open to peer up at sock, they were hazy, glassy and sock felt his chest tighten. Jonathan reached up with his hands, sock cringing at the movement as it started the blood flowing from the gashes even harder. When the arms surrounded him and pulled him flush to the blonde, causing Jonathan's face to be at level with Socks chest. Sock's eyes widened. He could feel the shake of Jonathan's shoulders and realized the boy was crying. He wrapped his arms back around Jonathan and reached up to stroke his hair. He didn't know what to say but he tried his best to comfort the other anyway.
He had never seen Jonathan cry like this, sure he had seen him get teary eyed and some sappy movies, everyone cried at those, and he had seen him cry at the memories of a lost pet from years before when Sock had brought it up on a bad day. This was not like the quiet, teary-eyed crying from before, this was gross, terrified sobbing that broke Sock's heart. Jonathan was tough, Jonathan was apathetic, he shouldn't be clinging to Sock like a child but here he was.
“Hey..Hey Jonathan. Stop.” Sock said gently as he leaned away, taking Jon's face in his hands again. “You're alright. They're dead. I'm here.” he said. “I'm here and I am so sorry. I'm sorry I said everything I did. I'm sorry I let you walk out like that and I am so damn sorry I wasn't here sooner.” he said. He wanted to comfort the teen more as he could still see the terror his his companion's blue eyes. “I'm not going to let anything like this happen again. I promise Jonathan. I won't because...Because I love you” he said. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Jonathan's forehead, a gesture Sock remembered his own mother would use to comfort him, unaware of what he had fully said.
Jonathan had stopped shaking by then, quieting down to the quiet sobs Sock was used to. He stayed there, cupping Jonathan's face in his hands for a few more minutes before Jonathan's hands reached up and laid over his own, Jonathan looking up to look Sock in the eyes.
“Did you mean that?” he asked, his voice hiccuping in the middle of the question, reminding Sock of a small child. “Do you love me?” he asked
Sock's eyes widened. “I..I said that?' he asked, looking nervously at the blonde, who though still terrified, nodded.
“Yes. Did you mean it Sock?” he asked and Sock, unable to come up with an answer leaned forward and pressed his lips to the others gently, allowing him any and all freedom to pull away and fully expecting him to. What he didn't expect was Jonathan to reach up now to cup the demon's face, head tilting to grant him better leverage to kiss the demon. Sock's wide eyes slowly closed and soon he had lowered himself to be sitting between Jonathan's knees, the other pulling away from the kiss slowly.
“Did..That answer you Jonathan?” Sock asked quietly. Jonathan nodded slowly and moved to stand, causing Sock to gasp.. “No! Don't! You're hurt..” He started but Jonathan shook his head.
“My legs are fine Sock, let's go before anyone find's us with the bodies.” he said.
Sock nodded and bit his lip before hovering up to be side by side with Jonathan, reaching out and then pulling back as he tried and then decided not to try, holding the other's hand.
Jonathan let out a chuckle, he actually chuckled after everything and reached out, taking Sock's hand for him. At the chuckle Sock's eyes widened and he looked at the blonde, when he saw the small smile he had on his lips his own curled into a smile as he leaned over and gave his companion another sweet and quick kiss on the lips as the started off through the darkened streets.
Summary: wthkinkmeme prompt #352: through IMs and text, Jonathan and Lil talk about their haunting counterparts…and their new discoveryPrompt: #352 sock/jojo hatesex where they come home so roughed up jon and lil think they were trying to kill each other
[wattpad], [FFN]
note: i was bored and had time on my hand... sry ;)
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Thursday, February 23rd, afternoon
jonboy [15:03]: hey lil, did u get the assignment 4 class 2day?
purple_lil [15:04]: oh…
purple_lil [15:04]: yeah, she gave us pg 75-88 to read and to answer problems #1-27 odds on pg 89
jonboy [15:04]: ugh…
jonboy [15:05]: thats a lot of hw on top of everything else
purple_lil [15:06]: ure telling me
purple_lil [15:09]: hey, btw have u seen ur demon around?
jonboy [15:10]: sock?
jonboy [15:10]: -scoffs-
jonboy [15:10]: hell no.
jonboy [15:10]: im glad i havent seen him tbh.
jonboy [15:11]: y do u ask?
purple_lil [15:12]: crap, brb mom just called me
jonboy [15:13]: k
purple_lil [15:28]: back!
purple_lil [15:29]: mom wanted me 2 help her put in the groceries…and then put them away.
jonboy [15:31]: sorry
purple_lil 15:31]: its alrite
jonboy [15:31]: y did u ask about sock again?
purple_lil [15:32]: oh thts rite. i wanted 2 know if maybe jojo was wit u
jonboy [15:32]: wow lil, she doesnt like me remember?
jonboy [15:32]: but yeah, shes not here.
purple_lil [15:34]: shit
purple_lil [15:34]: sry, im just worried… shes never been absent this long
purple_lil [15:34]: wen was the last time u saw sock?
jonboy [15:35]: 15mins b4 school ended…
purple_lil [15:35]: … fuck, jojo was gone around tht time too…
jonboy [15:37]: u think theyre killing each other?
purple_lil [15:38]: …maybe?
jonboy [15:38]: …
jonboy [15:40]: nah, i wouldnt b tht lucky…
jonboy [15:40]: plus theyre already dead, they cant kill each other...
jonboy [15:40]: rite?
purple_lil [15:43]: ure prob rite…
purple_lil [15:45]: i g2g i think i hear jojo downstairs
jonboy [15:46]: damn, sock must b close by then, l8rz lil
purple_lil [15:46]: bye jonathan, ill txt u
purple_lil has disconnected
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Thursday, February 23rd, late evening
lil [18:49]: jesus, they really WERE trying to kill each other!
jonathan [18:52]: yeah, hard 2 believe it. i didnt know jojo had claws
lil [18:52]: and the bruises around jojo’s neck…
lil: [18:52]: even her clothes look torn
jonathan [18:53]: sock DID say he was a maniac when he was alive
lil [18:54]: i can believe that…
lil [18:54]: seriously though… jojo wont even talk about it
jonathan [18:55]: let me talk 2 him
jonathan [18:55]: give me a sec
lil [19:09]: wat did he say?
lil [19:17]: jonathan?
lil [19:18]: WAT DID HE SAY?!?
lil [19:20]: damnit, im calling u.
seven missed calls from lil
lil [19:22]: ANSWER.
lil [19:22]: YOUR.
lil [19:22]: DAMN.
lil [19:22]: PHONE.
jonathan [19:24]: OMG
lil [19:24]: wat?
jonathan [19:24]: OMG!
lil [19:24]: WAT!?!
jonathan [19:25]: MY EYES. OH GOD, MY EYES!
lil [19:25]: damn it, TELL ME!
jonathan [19:26]: kill me, kill me, kill me.
jonathan [19:26]: i NEVER wanted 2 know THAT!
jonathan [19:26]: i can never unsee that. i can ever UNKNOW that!
lil [19:27]: tell me RITE NOW.
lil [19:27]: or im calling
one missed call from lil
jonathan [19:29]: DO U KNOW WAT THEY WERE DOING?
jonathan [19:29]: DO U?
jonathan [19:29]: DO U???
jonathan [19:29]: THEY WERE HAVING SEX IN THE OLD BAND ROOM
jonathan [19:29]: THEY WERE FUCKING ALL INVISIBLE IN THE BAND ROOM
jonathan [19:29]: THE BAND ROOM, LIL!
jonathan [19:29]: THEY WERE THERE.
jonathan [19:29]: you dont understand lil. there were ppl INSIDE during that
jonathan [19:30]: and THEY DIDNT KNOW!
lil [19:35]: -is still reading her text n has no words 2 wich to reply with-
jonathan [19:36]: EXACTLY!
jonathan [19:37]: OMG
jonathan [19:37]: those bruises you saw on her…
jonathan [19:37]: -is cleaning their brain and eyes wit bleach-
jonathan [19:37]: i thought they HATED each other… or at least SHE did
lil [19:39]: ur guess is as good as mine
lil [19:39]: i should go talk 2 her
lil [19:39]: giv me a min
jonathan [19:40]: take all the time u need. i need 2 bleach my mind sum more
lil [19:53]: so THAT just happened n jojo wont talk 2 me
lil [19:54]: ill probably talk 2 u 2morro
lil [19:55]: i have a moody angel 2 deal wit rite now AND the stupid hw too
jonathan [19:56]: well im going 2 IGNORE my UNINVITED guest
jonathan [19:56]: n keep working on the mind bleach
jonathan [20:56]: -whispers in disbelief- in the band room, lil, the BAND ROOM
lil [21:21]: it’s a lot worse than that
lil [21:22]: but u probably dont wanna know
jonathan [21:26]: I DONT!
lil [21:29]: well…
lil [21:32]: this isnt the first time theyve done this
jonathan [21:35]: just dont say anywhere near my bed or house n i wont care
lil [21:38]: …
jonathan [21:40]: r u FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!
lil [21:59]: no…
lil [23:12]: goodnite
jonathan [23:20]: wats so good about it
jonathan [23:21]: nite
jonathan [23:21]: -will b drinking bleach in the hopes that all memories of The Incident will b erase 4ever-
lil [23:22]: dont b so melodramatic
lil [23:22]: this is a good thing
jonathan [23:23]: i dont see it as a GOOD thing
lil [23:24]: sock wont b bothering u as much
jonathan [23:24]: yeah, cuz he’ll b too busy boinking the angel
lil [23:24]: boinking?
lil [23:24]: seriously?
lil [23:25]: wat r u? 10?
lil [23:25]: we’ll talk 2morro, its late n im tired
lil [23:25]: nite
jonathan [23:26]: nite
