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get    your   ass  in  your  room  and  stay  there.  i'm   not   repeating   myself!     /fuck/,    can't   you   just   listen   to  me  for  one   second?   i'm   just    looking    out   for   you!

iD:      @heartingderry 
            
            yeah ..     like    y͟o͟u͟r͟e͟     gonna    tell    me    what     to    do —  -        could    you    just    get    off    my     fuckin’    dick?   

/ Ykw yeah. Gimmie pls

*/    we  should  jump  him  and  beat  him  with  sticks.   across  the  board !!

** !!

i  babysit  in  my  spare  time.    *  he'd  correct,   covering  his  mouth  as  he  yawned.   *    this  conversation  is  boring   me.    demi   doesn't   /belong/   to  anyone.   she's  not a  dog.   hope  that   helps,  or  whatever.   

you hang around with fifth graders in your spare time? (he asks with a cruel smile, laughing right in his face.) .. “dosen’t matter. demi belongs to me .. she wouldn’t even look at you. funny you think she would, though.”

*  if   there  was  a  word   to  describe  the  way  ivan  was  staring  at  ethan,  it  would  be  bored.   clearly  the  words  didn't  bother  him,  at  least  he  wasn't  acting  like  they   did.  *     snooze   fest.   you're  boring,   man.   i've seen   fifth  graders  more  intimidating  than  you.  come   up with  better  insults  and  get back to  me. 

*   an eyebrow  would  raise,   green   eyes   staring  at  the  other  with  a  glint   of  disbelief.  *      nice   insult,   hannah  montana.    pretty  sure   you  got in  my  face  first,  though.   so.   

iD:      @clwnlvr,     
            
            who the fuck am (i) ..????   ( with a crooked smile, he laughs — right in ivan’s face, almost as if he was making fun of him — just over that simple question.)     ..   ethan.    bowers.    now get out of my face,   l͟o͟s͟e͟r͟.    kinda got things to do. 

iD: @cantstop_ 
            
            (levi froze at the words, because no one had ever said them to him like that—soft, unarmed, without an edge. it was disarming in a way no fistfight ever could be. his chest tightened, like something too big was clawing its way out, something he’d spent his whole life locking down because it was dangerous to feel it. his hand trembled against kellin’s jaw before he steadied it, letting himself linger there. he leaned in closer, not to intimidate, not to corner, but because he couldn’t stand the thought of distance anymore. “you don’t even know,” he whispered, voice hoarse, rain dripping off his lashes. “what you’re doin’ to me.” levi’s whole life had taught him that gentleness was a trap, a weakness. but right then, with kellin melting under his touch, he realized he wanted that weakness. he wanted to sink into it, even if it scared the hell out of him. his forehead pressed to kellin’s, eyes closing for the briefest moment, as if hiding might keep the cracks in his armor from showing. “i don’t want you to ruin me,” levi admitted, the words slipping raw and unfiltered. “but i’m scared you already have. and still, his thumb brushed over kellin’s cheek again—slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing the feel of something he never thought he’d be allowed to keep.)

*   the   butterflies  dancing  in  his  stomach  had  upgraded  to   probably  twenty  or  so.   fluttering  around   with  every  touch  from  levi.   it  was  so  gentle,   so  unexpected  and  /so/   welcomed.   all  he'd  wanted  was  to  be  loved  gently.   *      'm  not  tryin'  to  ruin  you.     *  and  he  meant  it.  he  never  wanted  to  ruin,  or  even  hurt,  levi.  it  was  just  part  of  their  relationship.    he  wished  it  could  be  different,  but  he'd  always  assumed  they  were   in  too  deep.   *      what   are   you   doin'  to  me?     *  his  voice  didn't  waver,  but it  didn't  have  any  bite  to  it.   the  usual  'rabid  dog'   attitude  was  gone.   this  was   a  placated  kellin.   one  that  was  melting  under  levi's   touch.   *     

iD: @cantstop_ 
            
            (levi’s lips curved, just barely, the ghost of a smirk that couldn’t quite disguise the way his pulse thundered. kellin’s grip on his wrist was firm— and though it should’ve provoked him, it only rooted him deeper in place.) “replace it?” levi echoed, voice low, nearly drowned out by the drum of rain around them. his eyes flicked down to the hand wrapped around his wrist, the contact so unshakably deliberate that it made his chest tighten. “you think i give a damn about a shirt when you’ve got me standing here like this?” (his free hand shifted.)“keep the dye. keep the stains. hell, keep me ruined if that’s how this goes,” (levi muttered, words rough but trembling at the edges. and though the storm screamed around them, his next move was quiet—testing, searching—as his thumb brushed again along kellin’s jaw, softer than any fight they’d ever had.)