As much as Jason liked to pretend he was okay with this, Eddie knew it wasn't true.
Knew it in the way the blonde held the backside of his t-shirt in a grip less desperate, and more grounding. In the way his legs shook around the thigh Eddie planted between them. In the way that no matter how long the metalhead's thumb assuringly stroked Jason's overgrown undercut, the man still let his guilt bleed into the kiss.
It would almost be awkward if Eddie didn't hurt so damn bad for him. God, he never thought he'd be admitting such a thing, feeling sorry for Jason Carver, no sir, not him. And yet, here he was, cradling the back of the guy's neck, holding his hip with such a feather light grasp as if, if he held on any harder he would break.
Because the truth was Jason was fragile. More so than he would lead anyone else on to believe. At school he was Jason Carver, top dog, captain of the basketball team, loved by all. At home he was Jason Carver, the perfect second son of an overly conservative Christian family, golden child, doting younger brother.
But here, with Eddie, at the edge of the woods behind some shitty bonfire he'd only come to to sell the last of his supply, he was Jayce. A battered and broken bat out of hell with the scars to prove his visit. An old dog desperately trying to learn new tricks and forget what he'd been taught his whole life. Fighting a constant battle between instincts and his definition of morality.
A man who was deep down just a lost little boy seeking approval, seeking love. Wondering what his mom would think about if she saw this, or God forbid his father. Not being able to shake the feeling that he was constantly under watch.
And as bitter tears slipped between their lips, the salty taste gracing their tongues, Eddie tried pulling away. Moved both his hands to Jason’s jaw and leaned back, only to be chased. The shorter man’s hands somehow taking a tighter hold on his shirt, nose’s crashing together at an awkward angle with the force the blonde thrusted himself forward.
Tomorrow Jason would say he was drunk, give Eddie a nasty grimace and a quick “Freak”, pretending like the metal head was none the wiser to what he was really feeling. But he knew, really knew, that Jason might not be at peace with what they had, but needed it all the same.
Broo imagine speaking another language in front of izuku.
No, like.... Imagine.
For this example I'll use the one I can speak, Spanish.
You two could be studying or something and you get a phone call from your mom. You didn't want to ignore her so you answered it and you were surprised to hear her talk in Spanish. She only ever does that when she's upset or something serious was happening. Right now she seemed upset.
You groaned, having to take in all the rambling she did about her missing hairdryer. She thought you took it to the dorms for some random reason.
"¿de qué estás hablando, mama?" You rubbed your eyes to try and get rid of the headache that was already starting to rise.
At this point you forgot that you were in the same room as izuku and you hadn't noticed the way he lifted his head up so quickly.
Since when did you speak in Spanish?
He watched as you rambled on about something to your mom. You were starting to raise your voice slightly but it looked like you were holding yourself back. He knew he shouldn't have found it attractive to see you in distress, but perhaps it was different this time due to the fact you were speaking another language he never heard you say before.
And that itself was pretty mesmerizing to him.
He coughed, trying to hide the giddy smile on his lips and went back to writing when you hung up the phone with a "Hasta mañana, mama!"
You shook your head and finally looked at izuku. "Sorry. I hope I didn't distract you with..that. My mom always has something to say these days."
He only smiled at you with a soft chuckle. "It's okay. Don't worry."
His eyes directed back to the paper once more before you could say any more. You didn't know if your eyes were playing tricks on you but you swear you saw his face have a slight shade of red over it.
I'm Not Sorry
Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!
“What’s up Draco?” I asked.
“Nothing.” he said shyly.
But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.
My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)
“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.
“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.
“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.
“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.
“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.
“Hi.” he said.
“Hi.” I replied flirtily.
“Guess what.” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.
“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.
On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.
I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).
“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice.
“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.
“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).
“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.
“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.
“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.
The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!
“DRACO!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
Draco didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.
“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.
“Ebony?” he asked.
“What?” I snapped.
Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.
And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”
Dumbledore made and Draco and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.
“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.
I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Draco comforted me. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.
“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!” he yelled in a furious voice.
“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall.
“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.
And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”
Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”
Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.
“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.
“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….
Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.