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Sweet and Sticky

Nice to meet you! My name is Matthew Williams. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me!
Relationship Status: Taken by Al [nottheguyiusedtobe]
M!A Status: None
AU M!A Status: None
Status: Unstable.
(Independent Canada RP Blog)
[This blog will be NSFW.]

[*PLEASE READ PROFILE BEFORE INTERACTING WITH THIS CHARACTER.]

[This is a multishipping blog, but all relationships outside of the one indicated above are AUs. None of the art used here (unless otherwise stated) belongs to me, and credit goes to all respective owners.]

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samotnyzmiaja:

sweetandstickymaple:

"Aah… well, I’m..sorry you feel this way…"

[ He gently sets a hand on his shoulder. ]

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"I wish there was something I could do to help…"

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It’s not your responsibility to help… but thank you.

"I know, but…"

"It’s better to try and help rather than be a bystander, right..?"

samotnyzmiaja:

sweetandstickymaple:

"O-oh my…"

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[ He looks down at his feet. ]

"And you don’t know why he’s treating you this way?"

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No… he wont tell me.

"Aah… well, I’m..sorry you feel this way…"

[ He gently sets a hand on his shoulder. ]

"I wish there was something I could do to help…"

samotnyzmiaja:

sweetandstickymaple:

"Aah, I see…"

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[ He looks over at him. ]

"Have you tried confronting him about it…?"

[ he nods quietly. ]

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He acts like I killed his mother… or something.

"O-oh my…"

[ He looks down at his feet. ]

"And you don’t know why he’s treating you this way?"

samotnyzmiaja:

sweetandstickymaple:

[ He moves over to sit next to him. ]

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"Wanna talk about it? My shoulders may be small, but they’re sturdy."

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It’s just—- someone I really care about doesn’t care much for me

[ he sighs ]

I didn’t do anything to him, either—

"Aah, I see…"

[ He looks over at him. ]

"Have you tried confronting him about it…?"

samotnyzmiaja:

sweetandstickymaple:

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"You feeling okay?"

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…Just— a bit frustrated, it’s nothing to worry about, really.

[ He moves over to sit next to him. ]

"Wanna talk about it? My shoulders may be small, but they’re sturdy."

samotnyzmiaja:

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[ he’s sitting at his desk with his head in his hands ]

"You feeling okay?"

captainmaplemoose:

sweetandstickymaple:

[ He scratches the back of his head with small laugh, feeling his face flush after a moment. ] “Yeah, Al’s a real romantic when he has the time to be. But don’t feel bad! I mean, it’s my fault for not telling you—”

[ And now his face is beet red and he’s sputtering over air. ]

"M-Matt?! Y-you can’t just— I mean— that’s a little—- kinda, sorta— private, don’t you think?!"

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[/laughs and flashes a sheepish smile]

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Sorry, sorry….

but seriously. Did you guys get it on? You should have

[ You aren’t sorry at all, don’t you like to me. ][ He looks down and shakes his head a little. ]

"W-well, we…didn’t actually…get to it, uh…there were too many interruptions, I guess…”

MATTHEW WILLIAMS. [PICKS UP]
americanreversal

"Al JooOOONES—"

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[ SQUEALS AND MAYBE KINDA CLINGS TO HIS…FACE. ]

americanreversal:

sweetandstickymaple:

americanreversal:

sweetandstickymaple:

americanreversal:

sweetandstickymaple:

[ Matthew would’ve retorted, said something about how Al’s ‘no fun’ and needs to lighten up, but already punches are being thrown. Barely, he manages to evade, taking a step off to the side. ]

"Wow, you don’t waste anytime do you—"

[ He laughs, taking a few precautionary steps back. He’s not afraid— no way. But seeing Al so desperate to get a punch in is… quite amusing, to say the least. ]

Don’t stall me, shortie. [He grunted, moving with the swing—- he stumbles foreword, past Matthew, but quickly brings himself back around.][He’s hissing and spiting, like an alley cat—- and when he moves again, it’s jerky.][His hand twitches.]

Fuck—- [he brings his leg up in a swinging kick] 

And somehow— Matthew himself can’t quite understand how he’d managed to pull it off— he ducks and scarcely misses getting levelled by a clumsy, spiked boot. It brings a giggle from his lips, heels clicking as he once again, takes those few precautionary steps back, and stares at Al with an incredulous grin.

"I ain’t stallin’ ya’, Mr. Tall, dark and desperate. It’s just fun to see you chase after me like some rabid little bitch."

"Shut it, fag." [Al spat, brow creasing; he’s a mess of a kid really, lanky and unbalanced, but he’s got height, and he wields it like a sword.] "Don’t talk like you’ve ever been in a fight before, ‘cause it won’t get you nowhere. You’re jus’ bluffin’." [He lunges again, fist swinging upwards towards Matthew’s jaw.][Al’s temper is starting to boil over.] 

[ Sure, Al had height, and limbs that stretched miles beyond Matthew’s own- and therefore, had force behind every punch he threw. But Matthew was petite- a compact bundle of ignorance with dry wit and a bitter tongue- and therefore, was quicker, and could move sharply with little to no effort against Al’s brutish advances. ]

[ And at the rate the other was going at, he’d tire himself out long before Matthew could even break out in a cold sweat.

Again, Matthew evades by arching his back and angling his neck in a manner that anyone watching would’ve found impossible- but the stiffness resulting from said angle is the least of his problems. He twists backwards, stepping somewhat off to the side as Al’s body follows after his swing. And he laughs- a sweet, mocking sound that he knows will make Al’s ego sizzle. He steps forwards, and gently shoves Al between his shoulder blades with his palm. ]

"Please, don’t flatter yourself. It ain’t like you’re a threat any ways." [ He offers the other a once over, hands fixed at his hips as he grins. ] "Although, I was hoping for a little something more. ‘Cause if this is the best you can do, just call it now. You’re wasting my time."

[He’s an agile little prick alright; Al’s reminded of those pesky flies you get come the summer heats, the ones you can never seem to swat.][His opponent jerks around his hasty throws, easily. Sleekly.]

[Al seethes.][Not a single hit.][Not a single hit has fucking landed and oh—- oh now he wants to see some blood. Some real action.]

[His concentrated frown twists into a leer.][Distract him. Distract the brat and then strike.][He thinks to himself, he thinks—- sometimes words cut deeper.] 

"You’re a sad little freak, y’know. You really are. I almost feel sorry for you."

[Al straightens up.][Drops his fits to his side—- deliberately leaving himself wide open.][Tilts his head.][His grin widens.] 

"But I ain’t got no pity for a worthless, cockless lil’ shit like you.”

[ Oh, so he’s fighting with words now? ][ That was fine by Matthew, honestly. Because seeing Al flail his limbs about like some sort of challenged orang-outang was starting to become a case of déjà vu. ][ But that was hardly enough for him to let his guard down. ][ No. Al was conniving; A disgusting parasite that would toy with mentalities and pull at heart strings until a guy was so disoriented, he couldn’t even remember who he was. ]

[ And that’s why Matthew wouldn’t give him an inch. Because Al was already a broken kid; how much lower could he go before losing himself, as well? ][ He rolls his eyes, but his smile hardly falters. It even widens. ]

"Look, call me whatever you want- It’s not like you’ve got anything to show for it, anyway. But the fact remains that you’re just a whole lot’a bark and no fucking bite. Hiding behind all those piercings and cuss words like some kind of pussy," [ Matthew shakes his head. Clicks his tongue and shrugs. ] "But, hey— I guess it takes a worthless, cockless, little shit to know one, huh?"