Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: R (for mature themes)
Length: 828
Warnings/Notes: Possible character death, suicide attempt(s)
Short Description: The day his world collapses, he doesn’t know what to do
Dedicated to all of you on my birthday <3

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Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: R
Length: 5,602 words
Warnings/Notes: Written with the darling Sebinsky

Short Description: Sonny, working hard to achieve his dreams of being a well-known musician, needs an extra boost sometimes from his tattoo-artist friend, Joel, to find his place among the stars

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Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: R (for mature themes)
Length: 1,313 words
Warnings/Notes: Possible character death, self-harm
Short Description: The day his world collapses, he doesn’t know what to do
Dedicated to my darling Ammi for inspiring me once again

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skrillycat:

yoskrillydropithard:

hey one of the pictures I screenshotted is in there!
hmm. yes. yes MOORE please.

OH HOW I LOVE THAT I CAN BE MYSELF WITH YOU GUISE

Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: M (NC-17 later)
Length: 2,669 words
Warnings/Notes: Written with the darling Sebinsky (Happy Monday everyone! <3)

Short Description: Sonny, working hard to achieve his dreams of being a well-known musician, needs an extra boost sometimes from his tattoo-artist friend, Joel, to find his place among the stars
Dedicated to: My valentine <3 AMeaningfulMoment

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Anonymous said:

“No, Meowingtons, don’t—No, it’s not safe out there!” Joel slowly turned in his computer chair toward the voice. He had been too preoccupied with his computer to notice that his couches had both been stripped of their cushions to make a fort. He can see a sliver into the creation, where Sonny tried to hold onto the cat and he just laughed quietly to himself. If Sonny knew he was watching, he might stop.

A put-upon sigh came from the fort. “Meowingtons, you’re not playing right. Can’t you just be lazy and stay in here for once. You’re bad at this.” He could see Sonny reach out for the feline as the cat stepped out of the fort. “Dammit, cat. You’re dead now. You’ve left the bunker during the deadliest solar flare ever. Only aliens could survive that.”

Joel bit his lip to try to hold back the grin that threatened to slip out. He walked over to the fort and crouched down in front of the ‘door.’ He mimed rapped at it and said, “Knock knock.”

“No one’s home!” Sonny called out, curling into the nest of blankets on the far side of the fort. He watched Joel carefully widen the opening so he could sneak in. “How did you survive the flare?”

“I’m an alien, can’t you tell?” He raised his hands to either side of his head, his index fingers out in a mime of antennae. “Take me to your leader, I wish to seduce him for the prosperity of what is left of this planet.”

Brown eyes flashed at him in the dim lighting. “There isn’t anyone left but me, and I doesn’t get seduced but aliens.” Sonny sat up a little.

“Oh? Then what do you do with aliens?”

“I cuddle them first.”

“Really—” Joel didn’t have the chance to finish because Sonny launched himself at his boyfriend. Joel’s breath left him quickly as he’s tackled into the wall of the fort. The whole thing collapsed on top of them and Joel couldn’t help but laugh along with Sonny’s giggles.

“Really,” Sonny curled his arms around Joel’s chest and laid on top of him. He pressed his forehead up under the older man’s jaw and hummed happily as Joel’s hands pressed along his spine, idly drawing circles with his thumbs. He smiled as the side of Joel’s knuckle bumped over the vertebrae in his spine. “You’re my favorite alien.”

“And you’re my favorite human.”

Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: K+
Length: 558 words
Short Description: Joel can’t decide how to hold Sonny’s hand

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Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: T (NC-17 later)
Length: 1,859 words
Warnings/Notes: Written with the darling Sebinsky (I’m updating early in celebration!! I got my falling whistle in the mail today!!)

Short Description: Sonny, working hard to achieve his dreams of being a well-known musician, needs an extra boost sometimes from his tattoo-artist friend, Joel, to find his place among the stars

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Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: R (for mature themes)
Length: 1,953 words
Warnings/Notes: Possible character death, suicide attempt(s)
Short Description: The day his world collapses, he doesn’t know what to do

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The Rules Are Simple:

1) You have to put in the gif it says

8th gif represents your sense of humor;

Obviously my sense of humor is a BAMF

16th is your attitude towards the world:

I love the world, but I doubt it loves me back enough that I should bow…in the back of a garbage truck…full of corpses.

23rd represents your love life;

Because I want your love. Everyone’s love. ALL OF THE LOVE!

13th is your social life;

My social life is tumblr… this is accurate.

30th represents your ideal life;

My ideal life is to be an alien? Maybe. But without the fiddly face bits please. I’d prefer two hearts.

1st gif represents your future;

My future is all over my face? Or is it me being all over Joel’s face? Because I would totally get on that.

10th gif represents your past;

Being adorable in bed all the time? Yeah, pretty much xD. I have no desk, so when I’m on my computer I’m either laying/sitting in bed or at school

18th represents your present;

Truth. Midterms finished last week and I’m bugging out over my scores :/ And other general shit is happening to me.

2nd is how the same sex sees you;

Why thank you?

27th is how to opposite sex sees you;

Uhh… That I take take a joke? Iunno, my flatmates love to tell woman jokes and I just tell them right back because it’s better than getting butthurt about it

15th is how you see yourself;

Happy and hyper? YUP

24th is how your parents are;

…whut?

26th is how your kids will be like;

Creepy? Or timelord/ladies? He’s adorably crazy, so that works for me.

5th is how your neighbours will be like;

They’re good if they have Joel’s approval

11th is your last day on earth;

My last day….

9th is your sexual preference;

I want a beautiful relationship like this <3

3rd is your emotion towards music;

My current songlist does this to me….

21st is your favorite TV show/movie;

Sherlock - Who’d have known it?

6th is God’s gift when you die;

Um… Yes?

Pairing: Sonny / Joel
Rating: T (NC-17 later)
Length: 2,788 words
Warnings/Notes: Written with the darling Sebinsky (I’m planning on a regular update weekly (but right now I’m too excited about it to stop xD))

Short Description: Sonny, working hard to achieve his dreams of being a well-known musician, needs an extra boost sometimes from his tattoo-artist friend, Joel, to find his place among the stars

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Anonymous said:

I’ve never written Jon Gooch before, so I have no idea what he’s like. Please forgive the shortness and terribleness :/

Another thrust, another roll, another gasp, another moan. They had been at it for nearly an hour, moving slow and taking their time. Every time Sonny would try to move faster, Jon would grab his hips, pull him hard down onto the thick cock inside him and keep him there. Sonny would whine and hiss and scratch at his arms as Jon  held firm, not letting wither of them move for at least a minute. It was torture. “Jon, please. Pleasepleaseplease.” He begged.

Jon would give in to that begging every time. He’d rock up into Sonny’s hips as the smaller man groaned and shakingly moved against him. He ran his hands over trembling thighs, he must be so tired from riding him for so long (and to be honest, his balls were starting to ache). “Sonny.” He murmured, and when those beautiful angled brown eyes to look at him, Jon leaned up to kiss him. His lips teased a smile from Sonny and he moved his hands to the ass framing his throbbing cock.

Sonny knew Jon was reaching his breaking point and these steady thrusts were just a cover what they both really wanted. He threaded his fingers through sweaty, short locks and rolled his hips slowly. He expected the gasp and shudder and Jon lifted him briefly before slamming as hard as he could up into his.

The view of Sonny throwing his head back, long inky hair spraying out behind him, was almost enough to tip him over the edge. He continued to thrust, nearly pulling all the way out each time. He whispered dirty things to Sonny, about how badly he wanted to see him come, or pretty he was riding his cock, how he wants Sonny to paint his stomach with ribbons of come. He grinned when Sonny fists himself, unable to hold back anymore and all it took was two pumps. Sonny clenched tightly around him and it’s too much to hold back.

Jon’s hips kept working until he almost cringed at the over-sensitivity. Sonny shifted off of him and they simultaneously grimace at the feeling. They could care less about the mess, they have another bed in the room they were sharing. He grinned as Sonny pillowed his head on his shoulder and they both just lay together in their mutual post-orgasm haze until they drag themselves to the bathroom for a cursory wash off with a hand towel before collapsing into the spare bed and falling asleep.

Anonymous said:

It hadn’t been on purpose (although not entirely an accident either). He had been planning on the best time to say it. Or at least the least-worst-best time to say it. This wasn’t either of those times, unfortunately, and Sonny could see that as the color drained from his face. “I—” He halted when the hazel stare burned a little brighter. He had messed up big time. “Sorry.” His heart thudded weakly, feeling altogether too big and simultaneously too small for his chest. How could he have told him now?

“No, whatever, it’s fine.” Joel looked him over briefly before turning away and stalking off. Sonny’s chin quivered and he wrapped his arms around himself in a hope that it would keep him from falling apart. It wasn’t fine.

Joel’s breakup with Lindsey—not even a week ago—lingered at the forefront of his mind and still he said it. He blurted out that Joel could do better, to try to comfort him and when Joel looked at him…so blank, so lonely. How could he not confess? How could he hold, “I love you,” back when Joel looked so raw and vulnerable while saying, “I can’t do fucking better because I’m just…not loveable.”?

Honestly, they had both been caught off guard. Whatever could have been lay broken between them. Sonny bit his bottom lip and hated the tears that stung his cheeks, but he felt he deserved them for not thinking of Joel more and pressing his feelings at an already broken heart. He didn’t think he was worth a second chance, so he would wait and pretend he hadn’t said anything until Joel brought it up. And if he didn’t? He’d have to wait and see.