(Warning! Homophobic slurs, a scene that depicts bullying, and an attempt at suicide!)
It was the inside of a boy’s bathroom that Annette was now sent to. At least, she believed that it was the boys’ room from the row of urinals she was looking at.
However, she didn’t have time to cringe at this misplaced transition. Now, Annette’s attention was turned to some teenagers laughing from the stalls. This already set off warning bells off in her head.
“I know I’m already going to regret finding out, but…” She took a few wary steps toward the source of the noise, and pushed her head through the stall door she now stood before.
A group of various teddy bears greeted Annette in the next room. Their sweet, adorable smiles almost took the edge off of what she had been doing.
Then she remembered the reason she was even in here. Annette tried to alleviate her burgeoning by picking one of the bears up, holding it close.
“Why am I not surprised?” She asked herself when she saw who the juror was this time. Continue Reading
Shark’s fever couldn’t break fast enough.
Ever since he got home from the hospital, he’d been reduced to writhing around and moaning in bed. The sneezing and coughing didn’t help matters either.
Soon, though, he was finally able to get up out of bed without hacking up any mucus or phlegm.
By this time, it had finally become December. With the start of the month came two things: even more snow and Lolly obsessing over the Winter Formal.
Shark woke up a few hours later to an unpleasant feeling on the bed.
In his still groggy haze, he wasn’t initially certain what exactly it was he was grabbing at. He knew it to be wet and a bit smelly.
“Where even did this come from-” It then dawned on him what he was grabbing at. “…Oh, jeez.”
By the time it was three o’clock, Shark was practically bedridden. He was at least grateful for his father bringing up things he could entertain himself with.
Now Shark was pulling out yet another DVD after watching the whole thing, all while trying not to knock any of his books onto the floor. He then held up two more cases while debating which one to watch next.
“What am I in the mood to watch now?” He asked himself in a voice strained by illness.
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Okay, NOW get your hopes up. (sort of)
Basically, I collected a series of screenshots from my Tumblr blog, and posted them all here (since by this point they’ve all been buried in all the other shit I’ve reblogged)
They tend to vary in size because…I don’t know, they just do. (Note: None of them have any connection to the actual story)
Apologies if any of the pictures are repeated.
A scratchy, yet pleasant sensation was what brought Shark out of slumber the next morning.
He could feel Sinbad nuzzling against the back of his neck. It was sad that he had to make him stop.
“Mornin, Sinbad,” Shark ended up mumbling to him. Right away, Sinbad quit what he was doing.
The next week or so passed without much incident.
Shark didn’t really notice anything out of the ordinary besides the abuse he dealt with at home. The other times he was playing his video games or spending time with Sinbad.
He was doing the former late one afternoon when he watched his father pull out a large box of Christmas ornaments.
(Warning! Brief sexual content and homophobic remarks)
Somehow eating pizza had segued into having loud, rough anal while bent over the bed.
All Shark could really do was grab at the bedsheets as he cried out. He barely even noticed the sweat forming on his exposed skin. He just kept himself bending over as Sinbad plowed him from behind.
Sinbad himself just kept a firm hold on Shark’s waist, grunting occasionally. Neither of them questioned why Sinbad kept a bottle of lube in his back pocket at all times. Continue Reading
Shark had been about to bite at the fingers covering his eyes when they pulled back. His anger hadn’t completely left when he turned to greet who’d been covering his eyes.
“What was that for, Sinbad?” His irritated question just made Sinbad snort in amusement.
“Couldn’t help myself, man,” He told him as he lit up a cigarette. “I was taking a break from work and saw you out here.”