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I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.
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You keep storing up all that anger and grief. Eventually it spills over. Or you drown in it.
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@trashbully - Crawling into bed meme.
“-the hell are you doing?”
Eddy demanded, seeing the other man crawl into his bed with him. He didn’t bother moving over and instead place a hand in front of himself, indicating he wanted answers first.
“I thought the floor was comfy enough for ya’.”
“Come on, ‘Taki.” Wolfgang barely manages to slur the words out of his mouth. He pushes his chest against Eddy’s hand and makes drunken puppy dog eyes at him. “Dontcha wanna play with your Wolfy?”
❛❛ Are you coming to the Christmas party? ❜❜
Wolfgang raised an eyebrow at the short girl holding a flyer out to him.“Are you talking to me, runt?” He asked as he snatched the paper out of her hands. “Where’s this party at? And, who are you anyway?”He was pretty sure he’d never seen this girl in his life, or - if he had - she obviously hadn’t made much of an impression on him. To be fair, not many people did. It was also just startling that someone was actually starting up a conversation with him - after all he was pretty notorious for being a truly vicious bully.
"So Olga told me ya' slapped her butt thinkin' it was me..."
“An honest mistake, Pataki. You and her do look… sort of similar from behind, after all.”
T: MX Missiles
“I'm actually too tired to do… Whatever it is you accuse me of doing,” He replied as he takes another sip of his beer. The taste ODD at this hour a night, but HELL, he was already here, he might as well go at it.
It’s not his fault he’s good at people, even though he’s gotten a bit WORSE at it since puberty, but whatever. He just tended to notice things in people && his want to help never died, so it was always there, PERSISTENT.
He tries not to chuckle at the awful excuse of a cover up that Wolfgang used to call him FRIEND. Their relationship was… uh… about as COMPLEX as it gets. They weren’t really the best of buds, but they weren’t at each other so throats like before so PROGRESS?
There’s also the fact that they may or may not be fucking. Which you know. Could be muddy or not depending on who you were ASKING. He passes a hand through his hair && sighs, leaning back on his couch. “Whatever you say, Wolfgang. Whatever you say.”
God, the footballhead is even talking to him the same way he talks to Pataki. This is goddamn pathetic. Is he really that tiresome to have around? He didn’t come around for Arnold to be tired and weary with their... friendship. He came over here because... Because....
Wolfgang growls and without warning, grabs Arnold and flips him to the floor, the blond’s beer spilling out of his hands and sinking into the carpet. “Yeah,” Wolfgang grins, “Whatever I say.” With that he leans in and bites down on Arnold’s neck, determined to leave a mark.
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Eyes growing wide, Sid was transfixed on the sight before him. He’d know that dimebag anywhere. It was his, his precious. Never in a million years did he think he would see that baggie of weed ever again, yet fate had brought them together once more. It was destiny.
Even if it now belonged to his sworn enemy, if he turned back now, it only meant that Wolfgang would win. No, he had to press on, smoke a bowl for his pride and honor. It was the only way he could prevail.
Without further adieu, Sid gave a mighty “Hell Yeah!” and clumsily clambered into the open window, landing on his ass with determination and resolve to beat Wolfgang at his own game.
Wolfgang laughed as Sid tumbled awkwardly into his apartment through the window. What a weird kid, he thought to himself as he ushered Sid towards the ratty, torn couch in the middle of the room. He roughly shoved a couple blankets and dirty clothes off the sofa and onto the floor. There was already a dirty bowl sitting half-smoked on the coffee table. Wolfgang gestured to it as he tossed a lighter down. “Feel free to start. I’m gonna go grab some more beer out of the fridge.” He said, his tone quite friendly. “You want one?”
To any HA! fans who never wanted to consider the possibility of Wolfgang and Arnold fucking one another in their futures: I AM SORRY. I never meant to be this person and yet, here I am - human garbage.
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“It’s Sid, Sid,” muttered Sid under his breath. Despite being slightly peeved about Wolfgang not remembering a three lettered name, Sid was caught by surprise by the other teen’s smile. Naturally, being the people-pleaser he was, Sid felt genuinely happy for helping him out, lasting for about a total of five seconds. That brief joy was snuffed out by reminding himself that, this was Wolfgang here, the bully, the eternal tormentor, and most importantly, weed thief. Sid was never going to live that incident down for as long as he lived. He had about about a few hundred grudges to take to the grave and a good chunk of them belong to to the guy who had the nerve to shoot him a smile like nothing ever happened.
Sid got up, pointing a finger at Wolfgang. “Look man, glad you’re happy and all, but I think I’m bailing. That smile means you got something planned and I don’t want anything to do with it.”
Wolfgang’s smile faltered at Sid’s harsh words. “Whoa, chill out, Sad.” He stepped past the nervous boy and reached to open a nearby window, which slid open with a satisfying ‘click’. “I was just gonna invite you in to chill. You wanna beer or something? Oh, I got it!” With that he hoisted himself through the window, landing heavily inside the apartment beyond in a less than graceful display. “Shit, fuck. Ow.” Came his voice from inside. A second later his head poked back into view. “Just wait one moment, Sal!” He said breathlessly before disappearing again. A minute or so passed. Almost enough time that it seemed like Sid might give up and bail, but right before he started the arduous descent down to the ground, Wolfgang’s head popped back out the window. In his hand was what looked like a very familiar bag of weed. “Hey, look! I beat this off of some loser kid the other day.” He paused as if trying to think. “Don’t remember his name, or anything, just that he had a mouth on him. You wanna join me?” He asked, a satisfied grin spread full across his face.
❛❛ I swear to god, if you give me a ‘dick-in-a-box’ for Christmas again- ❜❜
Wolfgang laughs and slides his hands along Arnold’s hip, admiring the sharp angles juxtaposed against the softness of Arnold’s stomach. If someone would have said a year ago that he’d be turned on by Arnold Shortman’s hip bones he would have laughed right in their face and probably punched them in it for good measure. Yet, here he was, eyeing up the boy, hands forever roaming along the length of Arnold’s sides.“What?” Wolfgang asks, leaning down to breathe heavily against Arnold’s collarbone. Mouth just centimeters away from bare flesh. “You got something against my dick all of a sudden?”
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Sid hesitated for a second as he looked to Wolfgang’s hands and then up at the fire escape. Did Wolfgang really even have a plan? Was Edmund ever going to show up? Will his night be uneventful (hopefully) or will it lead to something horrible?
The teen sighed. “Okay. But you better think of something if you don’t get your drink on. And try not to fall off. I really don’t wanna have nightmares of your head busted up.”
Sid hopped onto Wolfgang’s hands as carefully as he could and with some struggle, pulled himself up and over the fire escape after what seemed a lifetime. He sat on the cold metal, trying to catch his breath, quietly regretting all the times he skipped gym class.
“Hey, uh.... shit... Sibly? Sob? Now that you’re up there could you go ahead and lower the ladder?” Wolfgang hollers up to Sid. “There should be a latch to to the left of you.” He hears a couple of deep breaths and a curse or two before the ladder finally lowers into view with a metallic clang. Wolfgang steps back and grins. “Nice,” he says to himself. The up at Sid: “Good work, Sod!” He ascends the fire escape, Sid’s face finally swimming into hazy view as he reaches the top rung. Wolfgang beams at him with surprising warmth.
CHRISTMAS STARTERS
( assorted prompts that are all bedecked with christmas themes. from salty, to ecstatic, to indifferent - feel free to change up the context, pronouns, or words ! )
❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜ ❛❛ If mistletoe appears in my one-meter vicinity, I’ll burn it. ❜❜ ❛❛ So - what are you getting me for Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ What do you mean, Santa isn’t real? ❜❜ ❛❛ The only thing I like about Christmas is to get drunk on eggnog & wine, & sulk over my year’s regrets. ❜❜ ❛❛ You always give the best presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me get a picture of this for the memories. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas party at your house! ❜❜ ❛❛ I swear to god, if you give me a ‘dick-in-a-box’ for Christmas again- ❜❜ ❛❛ It’s snowing! ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals fun times. ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals broken bones. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please stop saying ‘Christmas is coming’ in Stark’s voice. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you really setting traps for Santa — ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜ ❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜ ❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜ ❛❛ Help me decorate the Christmas tree. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re really - enthusiastic - with the decorations. ❜❜ ❛❛ I knitted a sweater for you. Here, wear it. ❜❜ ❛❛ What did you use to knit the sweater? Two left-hands & parental guidance from a hamster? ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you coming to the Christmas party? ❜❜ ❛❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me help with the gift-wrapping. ❜❜ ❛❛ Remember when you caught on fire last year? ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh no - no - you stay away from the alcohol. ❜❜ ❛❛ Stop telling me lies about Santa & his tiny elves. ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh shit, I forgot to buy the presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ ❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜ ❛❛ Come on! Live a little - find true love - piss in the snow! It’s Christmas. ❜❜ ❛❛ It may be Christmas, but that’s still illegal. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal? ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas should be six months long - not one. ❜❜