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David and Alex - Feet, Socks, Stump and Love in College

I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, and I groggily reach over to turn it off. I'm lying in my bed, which is actually a converted storage room in my parents' house, since I'm still recovering from my injuries. My right leg is still a bit sore from yesterday's session of walking around campus, but it's nothing a good morning stretch can't fix.

As I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, I can't help but think about the life-changing event that occurred when I was 18. The car accident that took my left leg. It's hard to believe it's been three years now. I've learned to adapt, though. My stump may be short, but it's mine, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I throw on my favorite skater outfit – a bright orange hoodie with the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of distressed denim shorts with the empty left leg perfectly altered to fit my stump. It's become my signature look, and I love the way it makes me feel like a rebel.

As I head out the door, I grab my crutches and make my way to campus. The sun is shining, and the fresh air fills my lungs as I take in the sights and sounds of the bustling student body. I love this time of year – everyone's back from summer break, and there's a sense of excitement and anticipation in the air.

I make my way to my first class of the day, Intro to Psychology. As I enter the lecture hall, I spot some of my classmates chatting and laughing. One of them catches my eye – Alex, our resident soccer star, is sitting in his usual spot near the back of the room. He's got those goddamn Birkenstocks on his feet again, and I can't help but salivate at the sight of his socked toes wiggling around as he gestures animatedly.

"Hey, David!" he calls out as I make my way to my seat. "How's it going?"

"Can't complain," I reply with a smirk. "Just getting ready for another day of learning."

Our professor drags us through a tedious lecture on Freudian psychology, but I'm too busy people-watching to pay much attention. Alex keeps fidgeting with his feet under his desk, and I can't help but wonder if he's aware of how adorable it is.

After class, I grab a coffee with some friends from my dorm floor. We chat about everything from our favorite TV shows to our plans for spring break. As we walk across campus, I notice that one of our friends, Matt, is wearing new flip flops – black ones with neon green straps. My heart skips a beat as he casually kicks them off under his desk during our study group meeting.

I try to focus on our discussion about group projects, but all I can think about is Matt's socked feet dangling in mid-air. It's like they're taunting me, daring me to make a move.

As the day winds down, I decide to take a stroll around campus before heading back to my room. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over everything. I lean on my crutches and take in the beauty of it all – the students laughing and chatting on the quad, the smell of freshly cut grass wafting through the air.

As I approach the student union building, I spot Alex again – this time playing some sort of game on his phone while lounging on a bench. His feet are still clad in those Birkenstocks, and I can't help but feel a pang of attraction.

"Hey," he says as he looks up at me. "What brings you out here?"

"Just enjoying the view," I reply with a smile. "And taking in some fresh air."

We chat for a bit about our shared love of video games and music before parting ways. As I make my way back to my room, I can't help but feel grateful for this life – amputee or not, rebel or not, college or not – it's mine.

And who knows? Maybe someday Alex will realize that his socked feet are made for more than just walking around campus...

I make my way to the library, my crutches clicking against the tile floor as I navigate through the crowded hallways. As I enter the library, I'm immediately hit with the musty smell of old books and the hum of students typing away on their laptops. I've got a lot of work to catch up on for my psychology class, so I grab a table near the back and settle in for a long afternoon of studying.

As I begin to read through my notes, I can't help but notice the sea of legs stretched out before me. Guys of all shapes and sizes, typing away or chatting with their friends, their feet a blur of movement as they fidget and play with their toes. It's like they're trying to distract me from my studies, or maybe they're just unaware of the little guy with the crutches sitting nearby.

I glance around, taking in the sights and sounds of the library. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow over everything, making the guys' skin look pale and clammy. But it's not just their skin that's catching my attention – it's their feet. Oh, their feet.

Most of them are wearing white socks, some grey from being worn for longer than one day. The soft fabric clinging to their skin like a second layer of skin, accentuating every curve and contour. I can almost smell the sweat and dirt that's accumulated on them, wafting up to me like a siren's call.

I try to focus on my notes, but it's no use. My eyes keep drifting back to those feet. Alex, the soccer hunk, is sitting across from me, one of his Birkenstocks propped up on the edge of his chair as he chats with his friends. His toes wiggling as he gestures animatedly. The sight is like a punch to the gut – I can feel my heart racing as I take in the sight of those toes.

Next to Alex is Matt, wearing those new flip flops again. His bare feet in them are poking out from under his desk, his toes curling and uncurling as he taps away at his laptop keyboard. The fluorescent lights overhead make his skin look almost translucent, like he's about to fade away into nothingness.

I try to take a deep breath and refocus on my studies, but it's no use. The smell of sweat and fabric is intoxicating me, making me feel lightheaded and disoriented. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I gaze around the room, taking in all the sights and smells.

The guys around me seem oblivious to my fascination with their feet. They're too busy chatting and laughing with each other, completely unaware of the effect they're having on me. I'm stuck in a sea of male feet, unable to look away from the tantalizing sight before me.

As I sit there, surrounded by all these guys playing with their bare and socked feet under their desks, I realize that maybe being an amputee isn't so bad after all. At least I don't have to deal with sweaty feet ruining my favorite skater outfits or worrying about getting athlete's foot from sharing socks with friends.

As I sit there, lost in thought, I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. It's our friend Jake, grinning mischievously as he takes in the scene before him.

"Dude, you okay?" he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I glance up at him, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, yeah – just really focused on this paper," I reply, waving my hand dismissively.

Jake raises an eyebrow but doesn't press the issue. "Cool," he says before wandering off to find a table.

As he disappears into the crowd of students, I let out a deep breath and refocus on my studies. But it's hard to shake off the feeling that today might be one for the books – literally.

After leaving the library after couple hours, I make my way through the crowded community area of my dorm, my crutches clicking against the tile floor. I'm running late for a meeting with my study group, and I'm not exactly thrilled about it. As I navigate through the throngs of students chatting and laughing, I catch a glimpse of Alex sitting on a bean bag chair, typing away on his laptop.

I pause for a moment, taking in the sight before me. Alex is a tall guy, with a lanky build and messy brown hair. He's wearing a faded band t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, and his Birkenstocks are perched on the edge of his bean bag chair. But what really catches my attention is his feet.

Oh, those feet.

They're huge – size 11, at least – and they're clad in white crew socks that seem to glow in the dim lighting of the community area. As I gaze at them, Alex looks up and catches my eye. For a moment, we just stare at each other, frozen in mutual fascination.

I feel a flush rising to my cheeks as I realize that Alex is staring at me with an intensity that's almost...appreciative. It's like he's sizing me up, taking in every detail of my amputee body. I glance down at my stump, feeling a mix of emotions swirl inside me.

As Alex goes back to typing on his laptop, I take a deep breath and continue on my way to the study room. But I can't shake off the feeling that he's been looking at me with something more than just casual curiosity.

As I enter the study room, I notice that most of my friends are already there, chatting and laughing as they work on their group project. But my mind is still reeling from the encounter with Alex. What was he thinking? Did he really find me attractive?

I try to focus on the task at hand, but it's no use. My eyes keep drifting back to Alex, who's still sitting on the bean bag chair outside the study room. He's got his laptop closed now, and he's gazing at me with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.

As the study session winds down and we all start packing up our things, Alex gets up and ambles over to us. "Hey," he says, his voice low and smooth. "Mind if I join you guys?"

We welcome him with open arms, and we spend the next hour chatting and laughing together. But I can't help but notice how often Alex glances at my stump, like he's trying to memorize every detail.

As we part ways and head back to our rooms, I feel a sense of excitement building inside me. Maybe this is the start of something special – something that transcends mere friendship.

As I settle into bed that night, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will Alex make his move? Will we take our relationship to the next level?

The thought sends shivers down my spine as I drift off to sleep, dreaming of those huge size 11 feet clad in white crew socks...

I made my way to Alex's room, my crutches clicking against the floor as I navigated the winding hallway. We were scheduled to work on a partner project for our psychology class, and I was excited to finally get started.

As I entered Alex's room, I was struck by the sheer chaos that lay before me. There were papers and books scattered everywhere, and his bed was a mess of blankets and pillows. But amidst the chaos, Alex sat calmly on his desk chair, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me feel a little uneasy.

"Hey, David," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Thanks for coming over. I've got some ideas for our project, and I think we can really make it work."

I nodded, taking a seat on the bed beside him. "Yeah, me too," I replied, trying to keep my tone light.

As we began to discuss our project, Alex's gaze kept drifting down to my leg stump. I could feel his eyes on me, like he was trying to memorize every detail. It was disconcerting, but I tried not to let it bother me.

After a few minutes of discussion, Alex leaned forward, his eyes locked on my stump. "Hey," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I touch it?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to say no, but another part of me was curious about what he wanted to know.

"Okay," I said finally, nodding slowly.

Alex's hand reached out, tentative and gentle. He touched my stump with his index finger, tracing the contours of my residual limb. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he explored my skin.

In return, I reached out and touched Alex's socked feet. They were clad in white crew socks, soft and smooth against my fingertips. I couldn't help but sniff those sock clad feet, inhaling the sweet scent of sweat and fabric.

Alex looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're doing it," he breathed.

I smiled, feeling a sense of wonder wash over me. We sat there for a moment, hands touching and eyes locked on each other.

The tension between us was palpable, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was almost... mutual.

As we continued to explore each other's bodies, I realized that this was more than just a partner project for psychology class. This was something special – something that transcended mere friendship.

I was content to bask in the afterglow of our unique connection – the connection that only came from exploring each other's bodies.

As the night wore on, me and Alex found ourselves lost in our own little world of exploration and discovery. We sat on the bed, our hands still touching, as we delved deeper into each other's bodies.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder as I gazed at Alex's feet, clad in their white slightly smelly crew socks. I have always been fascinated by men's feet, the way they looked and felt, and I couldn't get enough of them. I had spent hours browsing online forums and websites dedicated to feet fetishism, marveling at the variety of different types and styles.

Alex, on the other hand, had always been drawn to amputee stumps. There was something about the unique shape and texture of those residual limbs that fascinated him. He had spent hours studying pictures and videos of amputees, trying to understand the intricacies of their bodies.

As we sat there, our hands touching, me and Alex couldn't help but confess our true feelings and fascinations to each other.

"I have to admit," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been fascinated by men's feet. The way they look, the way they feel... it's just something about them that really gets me going. Your feet Alex are just the most beautiful I have ever seen."

Alex's eyes lit up with excitement as he nodded in understanding. "I know exactly what you mean," he said. "I've always been drawn to amputee stumps. The way they're shaped, the way they feel... it's just so unique and fascinating to me. When I touch and feel your leg stump it gives me the shivers."

My heart skipped a beat as I realized in that moment that I wasn't alone with my fascination for body parts. It was a feeling I had never shared with anyone before, and yet here I was, confessing it to Alex.

"I've never met anyone who understands me like this before," I said, my voice filled with emotion.

Alex nodded in agreement. "Me neither," he said. "But I think we can understand each other in ways that no one else can."

As we sat there, our hands still touching, Alex and I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection that went far beyond mere friendship. We looked into each other's eyes, our hearts pounding in unison.

"I think I might be falling for you," I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

Alex's face lit up with a smile. "I'm already there," he said.

As we leaned in for a kiss, I knew that this was it – this was the start of something special. Something that would last a lifetime.

In that moment, I realized that my fascination with men's feet and Alex's fascination with amputee stumps were just the beginning of our journey together. We were two people who understood each other in ways that no one else could, and we were ready to take our relationship to new heights.

As we kissed, I knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful adventure – an adventure filled with passion, love, and understanding.

And then, I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Alex rip his shirt off, revealing his tight and muscular chest. His bulging pecs and six pack abs glistened with sweat. I felt a surge of desire in my loins as I stared at him. I couldn't help but think about how badly I wanted to run my hands over his chiseled body.

"Like what you see, David?" Alex asked with a smirk on his face.

"You have no idea," I replied, trying to keep my cool.

Alex walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I've been wanting to do this all day," he said, before leaning in and kissing me passionately. I could feel his stubble scratching against my face as our tongues danced together.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, feeling his hard cock pressing against mine through our jeans. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to feel his naked body against mine. He fondled my leg stump and I could feel his growing hardness against my own.

I broke the kiss and started to undo his jeans, desperate to see his cock. Alex helped me, quickly stripping off his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard and ready for me.

I dropped to my knee and took his cock in my hand, marveling at its size. I leaned in and licked the tip, tasting the salty precum that had already started to leak out. I opened my mouth wide and took him in, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat.

Alex moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, guiding my head as I sucked him off. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, ready to explode. 

I pulled back and looked up at him. "I want to feel you inside me," I said, my voice trembling with desire.

Alex smiled and helped me to my foot. He pushed me down onto his bed, my leg and stump spread wide open for him. He knelt between my leg and stump, starting to rub my cock through my pants.

"Fuck, you're so hard," he said, his voice husky with lust.

He undid my pants and pulled them down, exposing my hard cock. He leaned in and took me in his mouth, sucking and licking my shaft as I moaned in pleasure.

I reached down and started to play with his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly, but I also wanted to make him cum first.

I pulled back and looked at him. "I want to feel your cock in my ass," I said, my voice trembling with desire.

Alex smiled and reached for the lube. He slicked up his cock and started to rub it against my hole. I moaned as I felt him push inside me, filling me up completely.

He started to fuck me, hard and fast. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. I reached down and started to wank myself off, feeling my orgasm building up inside me.

Alex leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I want to cum on your stump."

I moaned at the thought of it, feeling my cock throb in my hand. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, ready to explode.

Alex quickened his pace, fucking me harder and faster. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, ready to explode.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned, feeling my cock twitch in my hand.

Alex pulled out and started to wank himself off, aiming his cock at my stump. I watched as he came, his cum shooting out and landing on my stump.

I scooped up his cum with my finger and offered it to him. He leaned in and sucked it off my finger, moaning in pleasure.

Alex then pushed back inside me fucking me again still hard and we both came together after a while, my orgasm exploding out of me as I screamed in pleasure. My stump twitched and flailed about as I came, adding to the intensity of the moment.

We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhausted. I looked over at Alex and smiled. "That was amazing," I said, my voice trembling with pleasure.
Alex smiled and leaned in to kiss me. "I can't wait to do it again," he said, his voice husky with lust.

I knew that this was just the beginning of our sexual adventures together. I couldn't wait to see what other dirty things we would get up to.

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desperate 4 u | pathetic!choso x f!reader

Choso masturbates to a polaroid of u using a pocketpuss 

🌸Content | MDNI, male masturbation, masturbating to photos, sex toys/pocket pussy, swearing, pet name baby/baby girl, multiple orgasm & overstim, not proofread oops

Choso couldn’t help but feel giddy as he prepared his bed for his jerk of session. He usually found himself half way to cumming before the thought popped into his head, crashing on whatever surface was the closest. Trembling hands pull dirty clothes and blankets off his bed, in his excitement he misses his sock twice before flinging it behind himself. 

As he moved the pillows to the head of the bed, he could feel just how hard he was in his pants. The loose fabric of his shorts did nothing to provide pressure on his sensitive cock. What it did do, however, was drag teasing featherlight touches across his bulbous head. If he focused hard on his sense of touch as his length bobbed, he could feel the cool edges of the wet material, his precum having left an ever-expanding patch. 

His brows furrowed as he whined, getting impatient, eyes searching for anything he missed before he sits down. Having already shed his shirt the moment he entered the room, Choso went for the elastic band of his shorts. Lifting his hips, he pulled the band upwards and over with both thumbs. His thick dick waved in the air, too hard to lie flat on his stomach. 

“Fuck, I’m so horny,” Choso whispered to himself, throwing his shorts to the floor. Knowing if he touched himself now, it would all be pointless, Choso took a few deep breaths before leaning over to his bedside table. Opening the bottom drawer, he grabbed the stack of polaroids and a roll of tape. Dropping the roll on his chest he shuffled through them. 

Dozens of polaroids all had the same subject, Y/N. Some, of her fully clothed, but most from a beach trip they took two months ago. A tiny purple bikini was all she wore. Breasts nearly spilling out of the too small cups, and ties of the bikini bottoms digging into full hips. There were so many provocative poses from her and Shoko’s ‘model shoot’. Flipping to the second last one, his breath hitched and his cock twitched. A large bead of precum slipped out of his slit, globbing down his length and pooling at the base. 

Shoko had insisted Choso should get a better angle, to make her look taller, so Choso was sat on the sand. While it made Shoko look taller, what he didn't expect was for this new angle to give him a perfect shot of your ass. More precisely the bottom of your ass and in between your legs. What’s worse, was that you decided to turn around. Your plush thighs stood open, leaving enough room for the lens to get a good glimpse of your covered pussy. 

Having just come out of the water a few minutes ago, the thin bathing suit fabric clung to your lips, accentuating every swell and dip. The fabric was darker than the rest of the bottoms, having taken longer to dry, but Choso likes to think it was for another reason. Precisely? Him. Looking up, your cute tummy looked so soft. And further up, the tiny triangles barely covered your nipples, obvious by the fact they poked into the very edge of the fabric, making them so easy to locate. But what made the picture Choso’s favourite, was the fact he caught you looking right at him. Your eyes slightly off centre, looking past the lens to where Choso was, behind it. 

Yep, this one. 

Carefully pulling placing his precious polaroids back into the drawer, he rips off a piece of tape and turns around on the bed. Making sure the strip of tape didn’t cover any of the image, Choso taped it at the centre of his headboard. Flopping back on his back, he could feel his heart beating faster, knowing he'd finally be able to start soon. 

Reaching back in the drawer, he felt around for his favourite toy. It was a simple, clear pocket pussy. Bringing it up, he put it beside him. 

Closing his eyes, Choso placed his hands on his chest. Feeling his hard nipples on his palms, he begins circling the left while pinching his right nipple. Biting his lip he muffles a sweet whine that tired to escape. Licking his lips he drags his hand down his front, pressing into his abs and tracing the centre line. 

Cracking his eyes open he watches as he reaches his pubes. He gives the dark hair a gentle tug, moaning low in his chest as his cock bobs in the air. The red tip glistening, veins more prominent from the neglect. Choso licks his lips again, biting his bottom lip. Tracing his finger in the pool of precum, he closes his hand, spreading it along his palm. Taking a deep breath and looking through half lidded eyes, his wet hand hovers around his base before closing. 

Choso feels like he could cum right then and there. His brows pinch together as he moans into the room, breath catching in his chest. Creating a tight fist, he drags it up and down his length. Once. Twice. A third time. But the fourth his eyes have slipped shut again and he sighs at each tug. The slick sound of his hand on his dick makes him whine out your name before babbling;

“need you...hnggg please, fuck...need your pussy on meee,”

A clumsy hand pats around the bed beside him, trying to find the sex toy. Once his sticky fingers find it, he’s bringing it up to his mouth, moaning. Pressing the silicon toy to his lips he groans out;

“fuck Y/N, please sit on my face,” 

Leaning up against the toy, Choso makes out with the lips. His tongue licking into the tight hole, pushing his face deeper into it, bending his nose in the process. His laboured breathing speeds up as he continues to masturbate himself. Fuck, does he wish you were sat on his face right now. Choso wonders what your pretty moans would sound like. Would you sigh your pleasure or were you more of a whiner. Shit. Would you whine his name? Screwing his eyes tighter, Choso could feel the tears slipping down his cheeks. Biting back a sob of pleasure he realizes that he’s much closer than he’d like to be. 

Ripping the pocket pussy from his mouth, he gives himself one more stroke before flipping himself on all fours. His hazy eyes focus on the polaroid taped to his headboard. Biting his lip he strokes the side of your face in the picture.

“hold on just a sec baby. Gotta line myself up here” 

Tugging a pillow down he folds it and wedges the toy in between the pillow and the mattress. Hissing as he uses one hand to guide his length to the opening of the toy, the other arm supports his weight. Glancing back up at the photo of you be begins speaking again. 

“all ready baby,” Choso smears the his tip along the silicon lips, groaning. The texture of the toy rub against the sensitive nerves of his cockhead. Choso adds more pressure and moans as he grinds the bottom of his tip on the fake clit. 

“please baby, please tell me you want this” Choso lip wobbles as he tries to focus on your cute face. His eyes sliding down to your pussy and how much detail your wet bathing suit captured. Biting his lips he talks to you again, his hips gently thrusting;

“please, you do, don't you? You want my thick- fuhnggck, my thick cock in your pussy? Of course you do. Fuck baby girl. Imma put it in...ok?” Without warning Choso’s tip slips into the toy, past the first tight ring. 

Choso tightly shuts his eyes as he bites down hard on his lip, tasting blood. Fuck, he couldn't cum so early, what would he do when he really had you in his bed? He deliriously thought. Holding his breath he began to push in, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. He couldn't help but focus on how each ridge of the toy gripped and squeezed his length. The tightness was driving him insane as he pulled his hips back, pulling himself from the toy. 

All at once Choso felt his eyes tear up as a sob escaped him. The suction from the toy created a vacuum that just felt too good on his sensitive head. Trying, and failing, to maintain eye contact with your picture, Choso closed his eyes and conjured up a prefect mental image of you. Wrapping his arms around the pillows, his hips began to thrust in earnest now. Heavy and quick ruts shook the bed as he struggled to talk through sobs of pleasure. 

“’m so sorry baby..can’t slow down...feels too good...’m sorry fuck, so tight”

His whines continued to fill the room as he shoved his face into the pillows. Wanting nothing more than to suck on your perky nipples. Choso whimpered and found the corner of his pillow. Moaning as his tongue flicked along the seam, soaking it. As he thrust into the pillow, it began to shift. With a particularly aggressive jerk the toy slipped to a new angle. Choso’s eyes rolled back in his skull as his hips wildly thrust into the toy, rhythm lost. The feeling of cold air hitting his wet balls, mixed with the suction on his swollen tip and your face painted in his mind had Choso cumming harder than he ever has before. The feeling starting in his stomach spread as his muscles tensed painfully, teeth grinding on the pillow in his mouth, face crumpling in pleasure as tears ran down his face. Choso’s entire body convulsed as rope after rope of hot sticky cum painted the clear toy white. Panting like an animal he finally stilled after the longest orgasm of his life. 

After the afterglow had passed, Choso begins by slowly unclenching his hands from the pillows, stiff joints protesting. A loud sob rips itself from his throat as his hips move, shifting his still hard length in the toy. Whimpering he carefully lifts himself on shaky arms, reaching down to try and pull himself out. Gentle tugs and attempts to get the toy off did not go to plan. The overstimulation making Choso cry and pant quick breaths. The sensation was overwhelming as he tries again, this time pulling harder. It hurt, but felt so good too. 

“Fuck” He whimpers, but for some reason his hand goes to tug the toy on his length again. The voice in the back of his head telling him to keep going, to continue. His hips weakly squirm, not knowing if he wanted to chase or run away from the extreme feeling. Moaning he feels that familiar sensation in his stomach. He was gonna cum again. With the one brain cell he has left, he takes his chance and braces himself. Teetering on the edge, he holds his base with one hand and the toy in the other. His mouth opens in a silent cry he pulls the toy clean off. Thinner ropes of cum spurt from his tip as he curls in on himself. Body tensing before un-tensing and relaxing, cock finally softening. Collapsing back into his bed, his head feels fuzzy as his ears ring slightly. Once his breathing returns to normal, he can’t help but chuckle and hum in satisfaction, stretching. 

Yes he still needs to clean up, but, he’s also already planning next time. 

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yesss (this is the anon who asked for vince comforting luke) i would also love to see luke being a complete mess just sobbing and vince being the best best friend anyone could ask for

Part 2 of this story!

Finally some Luke breakdown and some answers.

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Vince watched, sleepily, as Leo and Jonah exchanged a couple of worried words, interchanged with delicate kisses. Leo was still shaking, badly, and it seemed he had cried the entire way there by how swollen his face was.

Jonah, for all his huff and puff about Luke, seemed just as distraught as the rest of them.

"You should get some sleep," Jonah kissed Leo's brow, turning to say this to both his boyfriend and Vince, "he's not gonna be up for a couple hours at least and insurance-"

"Where is he?!" Bella's voice was completely awake and crystalline with panic, unlike the adrenaline that was crashing for all three other men. She had been taken out of bed, still wearing just flip flops with thick socks, large pants and a jersey that was clearly Lucas'. She had completed the homeless look with a beanie to keep her curly hair from poking everywhere, "Guys! Where's he? What's going on?!"

Vince didn't have any energy left in him to explain anything, so instead he just stared at a point of the pristine white floors, vaguely listening as Leo calmed Bella down and retold her how fucking horrible their night had been.

"Lucas doesn't do this," Bella scoffed, sounding offended, "you're sure it's alcohol poisoning and not something else? Lucas doesn't drink until he blacks out."

"Now he does," Vince scoffed, tugging at the roots of his hair, "he's not acting like himself lately."

Bella wrinkled her nose, hugging herself, "you fucking tell me," she sat down next to him, "any prediction of when he'll be up?"

"Nope," Jonah shook his head, then glanced at his watch, "I have to go back inside. I'll talk with you in a little bit."

"Okay," Leo sniffled, squeezing his hand again, "we'll be fine."

He too sat down, and then they were like three broken dolls, not a word to be said, just tired and angry and really sad.

Vince leaned back, staring at the LED lights and thought he'd strangle Luke when he woke up.

He didn't realize he had fallen asleep, until he woke up to hushed whispers. Bella's voice mixing in and out with Jonah's and some else's. A male voice.

"Reckless behavior-"

"It's not her fault, she wasn't there."

"She's his girlfriend!"

"I'm right here and no, I am not anymore, actually."

"So he does listen to me, just not on the things that matter-"

Vince rubbed his eyes, trying to discern what he was looking at. Bella, Jonah and... Luke-but-forty-years-older, were all standing in the corner of the room.

The guy that Vince slowly realized was Luke's father seemed furious and Bella looked ready to claw his eyes out.

"So you're the reason he went insane overnight?" Bella scoffed and Kit rolled his eyes, completely ignoring her.

"Let me know when he wakes up," he said to Jonah, as if Jon had to obey him at all. Jonah raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"He's twenty three, he can call you himself," he said coldly, "please get out of my waiting room, you're disturbing the others."

Damn, Vince thought viciously, watching as Jonah practically body shielded Bella from Kit's glare. The man let out a huff.

"You think you're so grown up, I bet Jasper would love to hear about your behavior."

"I'm not fifteen, you can tell my father for all I care. Please refrain from visiting unless Lucas says so, I'll let security know you're persona non-grata."

Kit looked shocked for a split second, before his entire face went red and then he was barging down the halls. Vince yawned, muffling a chuckle against his hand.

When he looked to the side, he noticed Leo hadn't woken up, curled up in his chair, neck in the worst position possible.

"Did you hear him?!" Bella was whispering to Jonah, "what did he mean by that!?"

"Nothing good, I'm sure," Jonah scoffed, then noticed Vince was awake and sighed, "morning."

Jon had clearly worked through the night and he looked dead on his feet, but Vince felt an immense wave of fondness about the guy. Who knew that under the bitchy attitude there was a fiercely protective friend?

"Morning," Vince answered and rubbed his eyes, "is Luke up yet?"

"He wasn't when I checked," Bella answered and he noticed her hands were shaking badly and she had deep undereye bags. Clearly she hadn't slept even a drop. Vince reached in and squeezed her trembling fingers between his.

"He'll be fine, Bells."

"Yeah, they keep telling me," she breathed out, squeezing his hand back.

Vince wanted to ask whatever was that fight with Kit, but right now was not the time. Instead he settled for finally looking through his phone.

It was all greasy and horrible, but he could see the missed call from Bella. His screen was still stuck on Wendy's contact, he hadn't managed to call her.

"Lucas Atwood?" A nurse called, stepping into the waiting room and immediately both Vince and Bella jumped up, waking Leo in the process.

"Yes?"

"He's awake," she smiled, "you're welcome to visit him if you want. One at a time, please."

Vince let out a sigh of relief, tugging Bella into a hug and she squeezed him tightly, nearly crumbling. He pulled back, a huge smile on, "go on, Bells, we'll wait-"

"No," she shook her head, squeezing his arm and blinking quickly, swallowing the tears, "go first, it's fine. Go on."

"Bella-"

"Go," she pushed him towards the doors and Vince didn't have it in him to pretend he wasn't almost brimming with anxiety to see his best friend. He needed to wipe the vision of Lucas lying on the floor with his eyes rolled into his head.

Because of Luke's ridiculously expensive health insurance, he had been moved to a private room. Vince wiped a hand over his face, before actually entering.

His best friend was lying on his back, staring at the jello cup before him, which was completely untouched. Lucas' hair was unruly and he looked like he had gotten punched, by how bruised his eyes looked.

Still, he opened a little lopsided smile, scratching as his cheeks, "hey..."

"Fuck, Luke..." Vince scoffed, dropping any pretense of being chill and launching himself on the guy, hugging him tightly. He heard a groan, but Lucas didn't pull back at all, instead burying his nose on Vince's neck.

His shoulders shook and Vince realized it wasn't he who was crying, but Luke. He pulled back, just to plant his lips on top of the other man's hair, squeezing him tightly, "you scared the hell out of me..."

"I'm sorry..." Luke choked out, "I'm so sorry, i'm sorry-"

"What happened?" Vince pulled back, finally, sitting on the edge of his bed and watching as the man tried, and failed, to wipe the tears away.

Lucas shrugged, staring at his lap, "I just wanted to feel better..."

"By drinking yourself to death?" Vince frowned, "dude, c'mon, you know better-"

"I wasn't thinking," Lucas hugged himself, pushing the tray off his lap to the side of the bed, "I just wanted to stop feeling like crap... And then it worked."

"Too fucking well," Vince scoffed, squeezing Luke's knee, "are you going to stop with the bullshit now?"

Again he received a defeated shrug, "I don't know-"

"Lucas," Vince glared at him sternly. They weren't kids, it didn't matter how much fun they had together.

"Jonah quit the team," Lucas picked at his nails, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"Okay..."

"He quit the team because he had to focus in his career. In his real adult life," Lucas let out a little humorless chortle, "and then in true Kit Howard's fashion, my father heard about it. I'm guessing via Jonah's father."

Vince raised an eyebrow, now more confused than ever, "Luke what does-"

"So he called me and he was going on and on about how I needed to grow the fuck up and how I'd- How my mom would've wanted better for me than multiple concussions by playing football, how I was wasting opportunities, how Bella wasn't the right match for me and that I was wasting time dating her because there was no future there and- And- He kept bringing mom up and I- I kept thinking of Jon? Because normally my father is wrong about everything, but even you said Jon was right and that no one thought he'd stick around for that long, but I did-"

"Aw, Luke..." Vince sighed, finally getting the full picture, "so you proposed to Bella to prove him wrong?"

"And then she said no and... I just felt like it was this big joke, you know? And fucking Kit Howard was right," he wiped away a tear that had run down all the way to the tip of his chin, wobbling as his voice cracked, "I don't want my father to be right, Vince, I- He wasn't even there when she died, he was never there, I don't want him to be right about my life..."

Vince scoffed, leaning up to push the greasy hair away from Lucas' tired eyes, "he's not right. He's not. Your mom wouldn't be disappointed in your, you're not wasting anything... And you and Bell were a match made in Heaven, your stupid dad couldn't possibly know what that is like."

Lucas let out a watery chuckle, then his whole face contorted and he folded in half, lying halfway across Vince's lap and bawling, "I'm sorry... I messed up, I messed up so badly."

Vince rubbed his arm, trying not to cry himself. He couldn't even picture it, his parents saying such things to him, dangling love before his eyes the way that Kit did with Luke.

"It's okay, you can fix it," he sighed, squeezing his best friend's nape. He thought of Bella, in the waiting room, sleepless, "you can fix it."

It took a long time for Lucas to stop crying, but eventually he pushed away, chuckling as he heard Vince's stomach growl loudly.

"Go eat," he said, rubbing at his eyes, clearly with a headache from crying, "I'll be fine on my own."

"Actually," Vince smiled, getting up, "you have more visitors. I'll be back after lunch, okay?" then he pointed at the jello, "and eat that."

Luke made a disgusted face, but nodded, "okay. I'll see you later... Thank you, Vin. I love you, you know?"

Vince huffed, smiling, his heart squeezing, "I mean, duh," he grinned, leaning on the doorway, "love you too, prick. Talk to you later."

He walked out of the room and down the hallway to the waiting room, ready to break the news that hey! Luke hadn't just morphed into a whole new person overnight, he was just chronically stu-

"Where's Bella?" Vince frowned, meeting Leo and Jonah in the waiting room. Jonah now fully out of his doctor outfit, both sharing a pastry.

"She left," Leo made a face that clearly showed he was just as disappointed as Vince felt, "like literally the minute you entered."

"Fuck," Vince sighed, catching Jonah's gaze and sharing a known glance. Suddenly he felt like he understood these two, Lucas and Jonah, a little more. It broke his heart, "well go on, Luke's waiting for you," he told Leo, forcing a small smile.

[zumpietoo]

imagine it's the year 2020 (sooooo long ago, we have to pretend, already?)

you are going thru the exact same pandemic everybody else is, except you're a millionaire, your job is shutting down temporarily like EVERY job....except, again, you're a millionaire. You're being dumped because your eternally too good for you BF has decided he's done, once and for all and would rather house sit in an empty home he was going to buy (and considered living in with you) than spend quaranteen with your crazy ass. Because he's done with YOUR cheating ass. And, per Silly/janASS, you aren't an adult with an extensive resources, entirely and easily capable (in fact, you do) of crossing the friendliest land border in the world to next sulk in LA. ---just as you'd routinely done for nearly 5 years. And you're still with your castmate, for the moment (she'll run screaming away from your crazy ass in short order). I have no idea WTF is about the suitcase, but I'd think Silly/janASS, being so wealthy and all, wouldn't GAF....

your castmates run screaming away from your crazy ass and chose to help others with him and were also fully aware YOU were the one fucking anything with a pulse (male or female). A dude you'd spent 5 seconds with here and there, cuz also famous, recognized your ex was the infinitely better person, to say nothing of actor....and cast him in his film. So you munchausen by proxy your poor new rescue dog, flip out repeatedly on IG stories (including a cringe weepfest), throw multiple temper tantrums, indirect your ex to sell you "poetry", join a cult and start a vanity project, knowing you'll actually have to return to the job that made you a millionaire/famous...and you make a point of whining about that, too. And use your family YOU ignore as your excuse for it, when all you GAF about is lying by your mcmansion pool in LA. you also share houses to quaranteen, multiple times, with "those bitches", while you're trying to fuck anything with a pulse. THEN you refriend "those bitches" when you realice you're gonna be truly alone in "prison". Cole continues to be the biggest star and your "poetry book" is a flop lol. i can't imagine WTF silly/janASS is even talking about, because, actually "the public" did....

No way could Silly/janASS have done being on a show, writing a flop book and making a shitty vanity project? While having a nervous breakdown, joining a cult and getting wasted? Honestly? I hope not....I'm pretty sure that's PP's future, too, Silly.

You were already a bad person. And REALLY upset about Cole's bday posts for Ari

Thanks for reading this batshit.

Her sock agrees!

It makes me super happy she's doing a limited one and done cult series (after saying she'd never do a series again, 5 seconds earlier), "dating" a cheap Cole imitation whose only claim to fame is he bagged on Cole, right after he bagged on her, whose friends hate her and she seems to see only for the cameras to "power couple" once a month and, per usual, has confirmed Plaiderdale "friendships" were the Pee ARR I always said they were

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