he woke up here. no memories, no awareness, unsure of the day, time, city, country he was in. he had to follow rules. if he didn't, he would hurt. physically, emotionally, mentally. an echoing voice telling him he didn't matter, he had nothing out there. no family, no friends. did he even have friends? did he have a family? he didn't know. a familiar knock on the door. hurried motions to slip his blindfold on and press his back against the wall. the screech of the metal. a thud? "Pezzy?" ⚠️⚠️ no irl shipping, that's why all my stories involve some kind of magic/supernatural creature because there's no way it can happen irl. Mentions of violence, darkish thoughts, ptsd ⚠️⚠️

Matt and Pezzy have John and Smiity come with them to a bar Smiity didn't want to go to. John regrets not listening to Smiity. ⚠️ non consensual kissing and drugging ⚠️

729 That's how many little tallies were drawn on the wall. Each little line representing one day. Jaren looked out the bars of his prison, seeing the sun rise one more time through the tiny window across the warehouse. He closed his eyes, making the same wish he'd made for the last 730 days. "Someone find me. Please"

Book 2 of the Alarie Brothers Ever since he'd seen Kryoz his first day of college, Smiity had been smitten. No one but Droid even knew about his infatuation. And then Droid brought the brothers into their lives, and Smiity found himself interacting with Kryoz more and more often, even if Kryoz still held himself at a distance. But Smiity couldn't focus on his budding friendship with the Alarie brothers, not with what he dealt with in secret at school. A group of bullies who hated him because he refused to bow down and grovel to them. When he gets cornered one day, he experiences his worst beatings after he snarked them when his teacher asked him to tutor them in one of his classes. Kryoz finds him, and Smiity sees a side of Kryoz he'd never seen before.

This is the sequel of the series 'Deal' , book 2. "Maybe somethings aren't meant to last forever." John's mom cried. "Yeah. I guess, I hope he's happy though. I'll miss you." I cried so hard. They say a heart that's broken can't be broken more, well I can prove them wrong.

!! DISCLAIMER !! I do not ship John or Smitty anymore, nor participate in irl shipping. This story is still published purely because of nostalgia's sake. [ ∆ ] "I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true oh All I want for Christmas is you" [ § ] In which John is visiting Jaren for Christmas.

"I promise you I'm not crazy. I promise I don't belong in a mental facility. But for a second you have to believe me. I see things. No...not just any 'things', I see...wings. Normal people walking around in your eyes, have wings in mine." "What are you talking about?" "I can tell if you are going to heaven or hell by the wings on your back. If they are white and beautiful, heaven. If they are red and torn, hell." "Wait so you know where I'm going in the afterlife?" "No..." "No?" "John I have no idea about where you are going! That's my problem! In all my years of living I have NEVER seen a person without wings." "That's why you chose me?" "No John. That's why I fell in love with you." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Warnings: Language, Suicide)

Smii7y decided to throw a Christmas party at his house for all his friends, things happen between him and his best friend. What happened? you'll have to see. so this will be a rushed book! Christmas is tomorrow so I'll be spamming to get parts out before Christmas ends!

GRRRRRRRR KRII7Y GO BrRRRRRRR THIS STORY IS SO LONG FOR NO REASON,,,, if anyone (CC) are uncomfortable with this I will take it down I am mlm so don't cancel me for writing this :P EXTRA STORY at the end (short story)

john suffers with trauma. jaren eases it without even knowing. their relationship develops, until the trauma boils near the surface. jaren realises he is the cause of this trauma, but there's a thin chance of him escaping lukewarm.