#THIS WALL FILLED ME WITH SO MUCH GAY JOY WHEN I SAW IT I ALMOST CRIED IN PERSON

[killaura]

was looking at the details of some of the photos I took at the leather museum today…. which of you motherfuckers wrote amazing new mexico sunset on the kinky personal ads wall

#WROTE OUT THE WORD PETEKEY AND EVERYTHING #THIS WALL FILLED ME WITH SO MUCH GAY JOY WHEN I SAW IT I ALMOST CRIED IN PERSON #THEN I GO TO HAVE A SAPPY LITTLE READ OF A FEW OF THE MESSAGES AND SPOT THIS AND ALMOST CHOKED #personal

[felltheadequate]

A Collection in Love and Loss

Queerness Through the 20th Century

Poet's note: Queer people have always existed. From ancient times, to the 18th century with individuals such as the Public Universal Friend and more than one founder of the United States, to the 1800s with people like Oscar Wilde, and throughout the 20th century's many conflicts and joys, we have always been here. And along with these famous, influential figures, each century was home to countless regular, unassuming people, all gone unremembered. These four poems seek to tell the stories of those forgotten individuals, one era and fight — and victory — at a time, and to reflect on the progress made and what still must be done. Enjoy, and stay amazing.

The Mud.

When I do look into those deep brown eyes, Beneath their heavy brows and cut-short hair I see a river — ancient, beauty rare — Of all that you still hope to be, to rise Unto. And all beyond the mud, the cries, The pain and fear and loss and how unfair This horrid fucking butcher block's cruel fare Has been. What utter fools we were. Unwise.

I'd like to say I love you. And I do. But love cannot exist within these walls Of mud. Our stolen time I too regret. Remember me when you go home, will you? Remember after I've gone o'er to fall. Remember. Please. Remember this duet.

Institute Dead.

They burned it. They burned it all. The papers. The books. It's gone. This is how a country falls.

His knowledge filled these halls. He'd done so much. So much work. They burned it. They burned it all.

It's getting worse. We feel it, a cast pall All around us. The beasts in the night lurk. It's gone. This is how a country falls.

We had hope. A bugle so warm in its call. Now topples that rook. They burned it. They burned it all.

They've made laws. We're un-German. Running out of luck. It's gone. This is how a country falls.

It's been three years. Power growing tall. Camps. Marched into the Rhineland. Versailles denied. Peace shook. They burned it. They burned it all. It's gone. This is how a country falls.

One of the first things the Nazis did upon gaining power was to destroy the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or Institute of Sexology. Led by Magnus Hirschfeld, a gay Jewish man, the Institute was responsible for much research into transgender, gay, and intersex topics, as well as offering contraceptives, services such as alcoholism and STI treatment, and gynecological exams. On May 6, 1933, the Institute was attacked by the German Student Union. Four days later, its contents would be publicly burned. It is unknown how much research was destroyed in the fires.

1987.

I often think on what would have happened if I had turned left. I never would have met you, for one. Never looked into your eyes. Never felt the firm, loving hold of your arms When I felt like shit. When I got kicked out. "A waste Of a girl." "An abomination on God's Earth." Oh God. What I'd do to have more time.

Time. It's funny. One day you're convinced you'll have left The state, the country — if things get really fucked, the earth — And pay no more heed to staying put than rolled eyes. The next you're unsure about everything but where that bin of paper and waste Is sat in your room. And even that is viewed between your hands on your face, and your arms.

I first got tattoos on both of my arms. My family didn't approve. Said I would regret them in time. I say that letting my skin stay all neat and pretty is a waste. I got more. Not much clear skin left. There's a lot of blue. It matches your eyes. The composite color of the earth.

I remember our date in a museum. We were looking at a photo of the earth. You sighed. Your jacket covered all but a bit of skin on your arms. I saw you examining it. Your eyes Flickered back and forth, almost keeping time, Metronomes of wonder and beauty. "It feels like all that's left On there is hate and waste."

I remember hearing about the diagnosis. The waste. You had said from some phonebooth that we needed to talk. I felt upon me the weight of the earth As I waited for you. Something in your voice. Nothing but me and the silent house left. Rubbing at the skin on my arms, Anxiously hoping it would be okay. Wanting to stop time. My soul was crushed when I finally heard you. When I looked into your eyes.

Now they're closed. Those beautiful blue eyes. Why? Why must I see such waste? WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T WE HAVE MORE TIME Why couldn't you have more years, days, hours on this earth? Why can't I feel your arms just one more time? But even through this pain, I'm so glad I didn't turn left.

The memory of those eyes. I can picture them: composite color of the earth. I felt the waste in our final embrace, long after it had taken over your arms. Not enough time. I'm all that's left.

The Turning Tide.

Unaccounted murder here. Hate crime there. New laws governing our bodies this week and next. On and on and on it goes.

"Just keep it away from the children!" from the people fighting child labor laws. More performative, hateful bullshit. On and on and on it goes.

Good people speaking at school board meetings. Campaigns to hold the right people accountable. Community forming. The tune picks up.

"We're here! We're queer! Get used to it!" "Death before detransition!" Chants are issued. The tune picks up.

Law making things easier for once. Maybe it will continue. It's in Germany, but still The tune picks up.

Who knows where we'll be in fifty years?

Years. Years upon decades upon centuries of history. We've been here a while, you know, despite what your uncle on Facebook would have you believe. From ancient times onward. As the fascists rose to prominence. Through disease and hate and death And a whole generation butchered on razorwire we have existed and fought tooth and nail. We have always been here. Get with it Or get out of our way.

(18 April 2024)

#poem #poems #poetry #original poetry #queer poetry #queer #lgbtq #lgbtq history #trans #transgender #gay #lesbian

[dilfgmancoolatta]

can yuo write angsty freelatta........-benryphobic

@benryphobic

Gordon looks down at the half-eaten pizza, his appetite almost completely gone. He was initially suspicious of it- as much as he trusted Tommy, he had no idea what Mr. Coolatta’s intentions were. But after seeing everyone else dig in (well, everyone who had made it out of the boss battle alive), he let himself give in. It was horrible, but horrible in the way that most Chuck E. Cheese pizza generally is. Mr. Coolatta pulled out all the stops for this one, huh?

He sighs, gently nudging his paper plate away. He’s not really sure what to do. He doubts Mr. Coolatta would react well to being asked when they could leave- he seems really protective of his son.

Gordon decides to get some fresh air. Quietly pushing in his chair, he sneaks away from the group, Mr. Coolatta and Bubby seemingly distracting by a story Dr. Coomer was telling from the Engineering department.

He breathes a sigh of relief once the door closes behind him. He looks up at the sky as he slides down the wall. It’s strikingly beautiful, yet chilling. It’s a sky Gordon’s never seen before, with a large spiral galaxy, that definitely wasn’t the Milky Way, taking up much of it. Planets upon planets and stars upon stars that Gordon couldn’t recognize.

“That’s Andromeda o- up there, by the way.”

Gordon jolts, feeling his heart rate spike, before laughing. “Tommy, don’t scare me like that, man. Kinda still on edge.”

“Oh-” Tommy covers his mouth. “I’m sorry, Mr. Freeman, I thought you knew I was out here.”

Gordon waves him off. “It’s not a big deal. Just- Thought I should let you know.” Tommy nods. “Andromeda’s a lot bigger than I remember.”

“Mmhm! I told my dad once that Andromeda w- is my favorite galaxy. And after that, he always made sure Andromeda was the biggest thing in the night sky in his pocket dimensions.”

“That’s… honestly pretty sweet.”

Tommy nods, sitting down next to Gordon. “My Dad’s a good guy, even if he is pretty weird sometimes. Though I guess I can’t talk.”

“I don’t think you’re weird, Tommy.”

Tommy looks at him in disbelief.

“Mr. Freeman, I wouldn’t be so sure-”

“Listen, we’ve got a lab grown human, a man who’s been cloned, like, 1000 times, and then there’s you. I don’t think the identity of your dad makes you weird.”

Tommy looks like he wants to say something, but seemingly decides against it. Instead, he decides on a simple “Thank you.”

The two sit in silence for a few moments, staring up into the night sky.

“Did something happen at the party?” Tommy asks. “I hope my dad wasn’t being weird about the Chuck E. Cheese debate-thing.”

Gordon shakes his head. “No, I just needed some fresh air. Gordon sensory overload time was coming up, I could feel it. Wasn’t that hungry either.”

Tommy nods. “I understand. That… happens to me too. The only reason I could handle the arcade inside is because my dad makes the machines quieter-” He frowns and scrunches his nose. “But you don’t want to hear about all that.” He waves him off.

And there it is.

It’s a pattern Gordon’s noticed throughout their time in Black Mesa. Every time Tommy seemed like he was about to express any negative emotion, he’d change the subject and say something about Gordon not wanting to hear it.

So he takes a chance.

“But what if I do want to hear it?”

That wasn’t the answer Tommy seemed to be expecting.

“I mean- there’s not much more to it. It’s just me not e- liking loud noises. Nothing all that interesting.”

“It’s not about it being interesting, Tommy. You don’t have to dismiss your own feelings.” Tommy looks at him, his eyebrows furrowed in an unsure look. “You’ve been, like, my emotional rock throughout Black Mesa. You’ve gotta let me return the favor.”

“I d- really don’t want you to think any less of me.”

“Why would I?”

Tommy looks away from Gordon. “I’ve learned from experience, Mr. Freeman. There isn’t r- any way for someone like me to be upset without being treated like a child throwing a tantrum. And then they talk about you like you’re not even in the room-”

Oh.

Unfortunately, the experience is all-too-familiar to Gordon.

“I’ve gotten the same shit- it’s awful.”

“You... have? I never thought that of you- I mean, anyone in your situation might- would be a little on edge.”

“I mean, even before the Black Mesa incident. People would either use kiddie gloves around me or flat out tell me I was overreacting whenever I was slightly upset. So I do somewhat get it, and you don’t need to expect anything like that from me.”

Tommy nods, a small smile beginning to form. It’s a very nice smile- No, Gordon, now is not the time for gay thoughts.

“And I know I shouldn’t have let them win, and I really did try to not give in, but it just got so ti- exhausting going to work everyday with people who saw you as an overgrown child.” Tommy brings his knees to his chest and rests his head on them.

“I mean, I don’t think you ‘should’ have done anything in that situation.” Gordon shrugs. “I don’t think making a statement is worth more than making things bearable for you. It’s not your job to ‘show them who’s boss’.”

“Mm,” Tommy hums, taking his right arm off of his legs and putting it in between them. “It just doesn’t sit right with me that I ba- essentially taught them that that behavior works.”

Gordon gives his hand a comforting squeeze. “You didn’t teach them anything. They were shitty people to begin with, and even if you refused to ‘give in’, I doubt they would’ve changed their minds. You just would’ve been even more miserable.” He feels Tommy shift his hand so their fingers are intertwined. Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush- “If you don’t mind me asking, couldn’t you have told your dad about it? He doesn’t seem like the type to let that slide.”

Tommy shakes his head. “He’s not, but…” he trails off. “Listen, my dads a go- great guy. If I had told him about how I was being treated at work he probably would’ve… either got them fired, at the very least, or have locked them in a void for who knows how long to ‘teach them a lesson’.” Gordon can’t tell if that’s a joke or not- from what little he knows about Mr. Coolatta, it probably isn’t. “But I’m a 37 year old man. My dad wants to protect me from the world, and I don’t really blame him for that, but I need to fight my own battles. I’m not going to be the kind of person that calls their dad at the first sign of danger.”

Gordon nods, brushing his thumb across Tommy’s hand. He understands where Tommy’s coming from. As a father himself, it’s been very hard to ignore his immediate impulse to protect Joshua from anything that could potentially harm him. He can’t imagine what it’ll be like a few years from now when there are dangers Gordon couldn’t protect Josh from even if he did try. “I can’t blame you for that. But I hope that line of logic hasn’t lead to you refusing to ask anyone else for help.”

“Well…”

“Tommy.”

“I’m gonna start trying to change that behavior, I swear!” Tommy laughs, doing an ‘x’ sign over his heart.

“Besides, considering the whole Resonance Cascade thing, I doubt your shitty ex-coworkers will be able to be shitty to anyone else.”

Tommy laughs, shaking his head. “You’re right about that, Mr. Freeman-”

“You can call me Gordon, you know.”

“I- Are you sure?”

“I think, after everything we’ve been through together, we’re well past the awkward coworkers stage of friendship.”

“I mean, if you’re sure about that… Gordon.” Never before had hearing his name filled him with more joy. “But… I don’t know. It’s st- silly, but I still feel bad that they died? Even though they were awful to me.”

Gordon shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s silly at all, man. Feelings are really fucking complicated- Not to mention you’re probably not mourning them specifically, just the fact that people died. You’ve got a big heart, there’s nothing silly or stupid about it.”

“You do too, M- Gordon. You’re a very kind person.”

They stare at each other for a few moments, both of them red as a beet.

“I think…” Gordon gulps, hoping how flustered he is isn’t that obvious. “I think I’m ready to go back inside.”

Tommy nods, standing up and pulling Gordon up with him. They both turn their heads to look inside the Chuck E. Cheese, seeing Mr. Coolatta somehow playing a perfect game of Skee-ball while Dr. Coomer and Bubby cheer on. Gordon looks at their hands, still intertwined, then back up to Tommy.

“C’mon, before the pizza gets cold.” Gordon opens the door with his shoulder, grinning at Tommy.

Tommy follows him in, and the Birthday Party At The End of the World continues on.

#freelatta #gordon freeman #hlvrai #tommy coolatta #nhlvrai #gordos feetman #halflife vr but the ai is self aware #I TRIED TO MAKE THIS ANGSTY BUT IT ENDED UP BEING VENTY SORRY

[thevoidfishsminstrel]

“Hey!” Kara frowned, picking up the pillow that had just hit her in the head and hugging it to her chest.

Alex flopped down on the other end of the couch with a bottle of beer. “Stop staring at the door like a puppy then. Your gay is showing.”

Kara sputtered. “Wha- I’m not-”

Alex just raised an eyebrow and Kara sunk down further into the couch.

She pouted. “I’m not gay anyway.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Alright, sorry but ‘your pan is showing’ just sounds like I’m talking about the mess in your kitchen.”

“Well you try scrubbing it! I told you - it didn’t even come off with superspeed!”

Alex laughed and shook her head. “Well that’s your own fault for trying to make pancakes with laservision.”

Kara grumbled and pushed at Alex’s thighs with her toes. Alex slapped at them and when that didn’t stop her, tickled the soles of her feet. Kara shrieked and fell off the couch with a thud, pouting down into the floor as Alex laughed. At least the pillow still clutched to her chest had somewhat softened the blow to her floorboards.

Alex rested her feet on Kara’s back in retribution. “Anyway, stop trying to change the subject.”

Kara sighed and turned her face to the side so she could talk without inhaling dust. She really needed to vacuum. “What subject? You threw a pillow at me and then made fun of my cooking skills.”

“More like lack thereof. But that’s not what I’m talking about - I’m talking about you being all dumb and in love with Lena.”

Kara’s sputtering turned into a coughing fit as it unsettled some dust. Alex was no help. “I don’t- I’m not in love with Lena!”

She could feel Alex rolling her eyes from the floor. “Kara, your crush can be seen from space. I bet everyone on Mars knows about it.”

“Not fair - they can mindread.”

Alex prodded her heels into Kara’s back. “Not the point. Why don’t you just ask her out?”

Kara sighed. “She doesn’t like me like that.”

Alex’s tone softened a little. “What makes you say that?”

She sighed and rolled over, staring up at the ceiling and hugging the pillow to her chest. Alex replaced her feet on Kara’s stomach. “She gives the best cuddles when we have movie nights, and we hug and stuff when I go to her office for lunch, and one time I accidentally kissed her on the cheek as I was leaving but she seemed happy so I do that sometimes now. But she never kisses me, and whenever we’re at game night or around other people she’s not quite as cuddly and our hugs don’t last as long.”

“Your hugs are shorter around us?”

Kara ignored her. “And sometimes I say ‘I love you’ - ‘cause friends say that to each other too, right?” She glanced at Alex but didn’t wait for a reply. “And she’ll say it back, but she never just says it to me first. And I always tell her how good and smart and amazing she is - ‘cause she is and she gets all cute and blushy and she does that scrunchy smile when I do. Anyway… I know she cares about me too and we’re best friends and she does say nice things too, but not like I do.”

Alex was uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. “Well maybe she just communicates differently.”

Before Kara had too long to ponder that, her front door opened and she sat up excitedly, dislodging Alex’s feet and almost making her slide off the couch too in the process. “Lena!”

Lena smiled at her over the couch and closed the front door. “Sorry I’m late - we had an issue down in one of the labs.”

Kara sprang up, stepping over a grumbling Alex, and rushed over to where Lena was hanging up her coat beside the door. “No, no it’s fine. Alex and I were just talking.”

“Oh yeah?” Lena unwrapped the scarf from around her neck with a smile. “What about?”

“Hm? Oh. Um…” She adjusted her glasses nervously. “Just this cute puppy I saw earlier.”

“Oh! That reminds me.” Lena reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, swiping through it before turning it to show Kara the screen with a grin. “He was sitting outside L-corp when I left.”

It was a picture of an extremely fluffy white puppy, panting happily up at the camera, wearing a supergirl bandana.

Kara gasped, taking the phone from Lena to look more closely at the adorable ball of fluff. “He’s so cute! I can’t believe CEO Lena Luthor stopped to take a picture of a cute dog. Everyone’s going to think you’ve gone soft.”

She laughed, shrugging. “If it makes Kara Danvers smile I think it’s worth it.”

Kara beamed at her and pulled her into a hug. Lena melted into it and Kara couldn’t help but hold on a little tighter at the feel of Lena in her arms.

Alex wandered up to them and cleared her throat, breaking them out of their little bubble. She smiled warmly and hugged Lena but Kara would have called it more of a quick squeeze than a proper hug. Clearly Kara’s hugs were superior.

“Good to see you, Lena.”

“You too, Alex.” She held up a plastic bag and wiggled her eyebrows at Kara. “Now who wants potstickers while we watch?”

“You brought me potstickers?!” Kara lit up like the puppy in the photo. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Alex scoffed, taking the bag into the kitchen to unload them and divide them into bowls. (They’d learnt long ago that if they didn’t Kara would eat them all and leave none for the others. A few of Lena’s always seemed to somehow make their way into Kara’s bowl though.) “Oh please - she bought you an office full of flowers and an entire media company. Just accept it.”

They both blushed as Alex ignored them and took her bowl into the living room, flopping down on the couch and turning on the TV.

Their monthly movie night would normally have included Kelly but she was visiting James and so it was just the three of them.

Lena picked up the remaining two bowls, sneakily redistributing them and handing Kara the one with extra.

Kara smiled dopily at her. “I missed you.”

She laughed. “We had lunch together.” But she brushed their fingers together, squeezing Kara’s pinky affectionately before they moved to join Alex.

———

It had been Kara’s turn to choose the movie and so they watched Lilo and Stitch, much to Lena’s amusement and Alex’s chagrin. But the whole time, Kara couldn’t help but think about what Alex had said.

Lena stayed cuddled up beside her, not quite like when they were alone, but always close. At the moments she knew made Kara laugh, she’d grin and bump their shoulders together. When a bit where Kara would cry was coming up, she’d lean a little closer, tangling their fingers and giving three little squeezes.

And then Kara began to think about all the other little gestures. Fingers brushing as they walked side by side, intertwining on top of a table, running through her hair after a hard fight. Hands running down her arms as they part from a hug, over her shoulders as she passes behind her chair, flexing at her side as they stand too close but not close enough. A thumb brushing over her knuckles with understanding, over her forearm with empathy, over her cheek with affection.

When they first met, Lena would give a polite handshake at most. Lena may not initiate hugs very often but she always melted into them. She may not be entirely comfortable around other people but she always gravitated towards Kara in a room and let down her walls when they were alone. Lena may not say ‘I love you’ but she showed it in a thousand little gestures. In flowers, and a media company, and tickets to shows Kara rambled to her about. In her favourite foods, her favourite places, pictures of her favourite animals, just to make her smile. In the way she clears time in her CEO’s schedule to have lunch or watch movies or just listen, like even the small things are important. Like Kara’s important.

Alex left soon after the end of the movie, claiming she had promised to video call with Kelly. Lena cleared away their bowls and drinks while Kara sat, lost in thought.

“Kara?”

She blinked herself out of the daze, looking up at Lena who came to sit beside her, immediately tangling their hands together.

“Is everything alright?”

She smiled and squeezed Lena’s hand in reassurance. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

Lena tilted her head, a strand of hair falling from behind her ear, eyes filled with patient curiosity and care. “About what?”

Kara reached out and gently tucked the hair back behind her ear, trailing her hand softly across Lena’s jaw. “About how I’m in love with you. And that I’m hoping you might just be too.”

Lena’s fingers twitched in her hand, heart thumping in her chest and breath hitching in her throat.

Kara brushed her thumb over Lena’s cheek, waiting for Lena to make the next move, to show her how she wanted to be loved.

Lena ducked her head, bringing her other hand to play with Kara’s fingers as a blush rose on her cheeks and a shy smile spread across her face. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”

Kara smiled. “Always.”

She looked up and bit her lip. “I think that I love you too. And that I’d really like to kiss you now if that’s alright.”

Kara brought her hand up to cup Lena’s other cheek as Lena’s hands slid around her waist. “I think that would be more than alright.”

Butterflies exploded in her chest at the feel of Lena’s lips against her own and warmth ran through her, down to her fingertips. Their kiss was broken by the joy bubbling up inside them, smiles too wide to continue.

They rested their foreheads together and Kara hoped more than anything that this would be her last first kiss. Because she wanted to spend the rest of her life learning how to love and be loved by Lena Luthor.

#supercorp #a ‘lotl writing

[mildly-incoherent-ramblings]

Honey Sticks (Straws? Tubes? What Do You Call Them?)

A distant friend's friend was making care packages for trans people and asked folks on Instagram if they wanted them, so I asked for one. This has been a hard season on me and I thought hey, what the hell, worst case scenario I don't get one and its whatever. Right?

This was months ago, and I forgot almost immediately after doing so. It came today. 

There were lots of things included that made me happy, little gestures of sweetness. Two tea bags, one for sleep and one for relaxation, which I had not had much of either and needed. A sticker of a cute little spider, of whom I have complicated feelings for and have grown to love, though from a distance. Some candies, a lemon-honey cough drop, a very nice card, a note and a patch with an anarchy symbol framed in a heart that I bet will probably fade in 3 or so washes but I will wear anyways. It is after all, the thought that counts. But the gesture that warmed my soul and brought me great joy, was the honey stick. 

I didn’t process the significance at first. There were so many of these little items at once and I was just overwhelmed overall by this small expression of kindness. I thanked the person, followed them, thanked the person who had told them I wanted one and made sure I was following them, and set these things aside for a little while to tend to other things. 

I had a stressful situation involving a kitchen mess that triggered me a little and had just sat down after addressing said stressful situation when my eyes fixed on the little honey stick along with the candy I had been given. I ate the mango hi-chew first and briefly was paranoid it would fill the cavities in my teeth and have me regretting it. 

Then I went for the honey stick. I held it in my hands, rolled it gently between my fingers. I watched the honey move through the tube as I squeezed it in different places and the nostalgia started to set in. I remember long drives to the bay as a child with my grandparents and stopping at this little roadside farm that had produce and preserves and flowers and always, little straws filled with honey and sealed off, what I called as a child and refer to now as honey sticks. 

The texture was familiar, cool plastic between my fingers. I popped the seal gently with my teeth and pushed about half the tube onto my tongue. As soon as it hit my taste buds, I was transported to this place. To where my grandfather was still alive, in my mind, during a time where he and my grandmother were still at least as far as I knew, quite happy. The sweetness and the floral and the acidic and the smooth texture floated in my salivating mouth, as tears welled up in my eyes. I felt it coat the back of my teeth, savored it, before swallowing and squeezing from the tube the rest of its contents. I did not waste a single drop of this wonderful gift. I sat with the sadness and the nostalgia and the longing for some time. And then my eyes fixated on the pamphlet from his memorial service hanging in the corner. I miss the man, for all the problems he came with and all the unanswered questions and unresolved hurt I had felt. Missed that time where I had the privilege of being a child, before I was old enough to understand that though my loved ones loved me indeed, their love would only extend as far as their own perspective’s limitations reached.

The last two times I saw my grandpa sit in my stomach like bricks in a burlap sack. The second to last time, he was moving out of state with his good friend, and the last words he chose to say to me were “I love you, Granddaughter.” I had been out as transmasculine to my family for several years, and he was one of the only members of my family who flat out refused to support my decisions. I told my grandma about how I felt about this several months later, at the time worried this may be the last time I ever saw him. I felt like he did not want to see my transition, and did not want to see the man I would become. As much as I love my grandma, she doesn’t keep a secret worth a shit, so of course she went behind my back and told him everything. She always does. 

The very last time we saw each other, he tried to discuss this event and how it impacted him. By this time I was fully growing into my masculine body, had little pubescent hairs shading my upper lip and a deepened voice. He still adamantly misgendered me, refused to even look at me, the entire time. He simply could not see me. He asked me why I would do this to my family. He asked me why I would make them all suffer seeing me like this, as if my choice to live authentically was harmful to everyone around me. He was also under the distinct impression that our loved ones regarded my choices with the same level of disgust he had. He expressed revulsion and shame for my choices, and wanted to agree to disagree, under the impression still that he could just see me as a woman and ignore all the changes I had made and the life I was living, and how much even the other skeptical members of my family had adjusted since. He did not want another grandson, especially one who was a fag. That car ride brought a lot of tension, and the entire time we spent after with my grandma when we met her for lunch, was plated on a bed of unspoken mutual contempt for one another. He salted an already deep and still fresh wound, and it festered over. It still has not quite healed. 

Ironically, it would be revealed not too long after, that my brother had discovered that grandpa himself was in fact very much a gay man. While he was assisting him with formatting his cell phone, my brother would accidentally stumble on a still open incognito tab with some... very gay content still open. Along with that, a string of messages with his “good friend,” who had apparently been his lover the entire time. My brother responded with compulsory homophobic remarks that I will not repeat, but mostly just frustration that he had been dishonest with my grandma all these years. The discomfort that situation has inspired in me still hasn’t properly been unpacked. Everyone was wrong in that situation. Everyone.

Go figure. He and his good friend, “they were roommates.” 

When he passed, my father came and told me in person. I finally spoke of what had happened between us, and even he was angered by the hypocrisy, saying he had known for years that my grandfather was not straight. I know now that how he treated me was what he did for himself to avoid suspicion. Because if I had the audacity to be out, that meant there was little left for an excuse for him to hide. I threatened his cover. I threatened his disguise. I cracked his mask. I left his closet open ajar and he peered outside, horrified at the possibilities he saw.

Acknowledging all this, even still, I could not help but enjoy this moment of being brought back to this familiar childhood memory, before all of that would happen. This person who sent me this great gift could not have known the significance, but rest assured, I am quite grateful. I enjoyed this moment and then it was gone, and then it was back to reality in front of my computer, staring at the wall. The knowledge that that same man who loved me dearly was also undeniably cruel to me burned my skin and flooded my eyes. Hidden beneath that hurt and sadness, I felt remorse for him, because he never did feel safe speaking his truth to us, not even to the others in our family who related to him. I often think of his lover, and how painful it must have been for this man to mourn him publicly as a good friend, and privately as an intimate partner of whom adored him and cared for him in ways they could not ever feel safe speaking of.

Sitting with this conflict of nostalgia and longing for the safety of my adolescent ignorance, with the truth and the reality as I have come to know it, I let my own mask fall, and cried for the first time in months since he had died. It is possible to both love a person who was once good to you and also acknowledge when their actions created harm, and to hold them accountable. I do not believe it to be disrespect to the dead to also speak of their faults as well as their glory. Joy and sadness and frustration and unanswered questions looked down on me, crowded around me, mocked me.

My hands shake as I type and I am overwhelmed with the juxtaposition of these strong emotions.

Written some time in mid July.

RIP August 19th, 2020

#gay #closeted #coming out #family #disrespect #no closure #sadness #hurt #living in the past #grief #grieving #processing #truth #changing #lgbtq #lgbtqia #moving on

[creek4lifeman]

One of those days

Here’s another Creek fic for you guys that I made art for.

Title: One Of Those Days Rating: T Pairing: Tweek X Craig Characters: Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Mrs. Tweak Tags: Canon Complaint, AKA they’re in 4th grade, Craig POV, Mild Language, Mentions of Anxiety and Mental health issues, Coloring books, Fake Tattoos, Fluff, Dorks in love, One shot, Tweek’s parents are clueless, Art in fic Summary: Tweek is having a bad day and Craig goes to visit in order to be there for him.  Even if that just happens to be coloring and giving each other fake tattoos. 

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Craig knows it’s going to be one of those days when Tweek doesn’t show up to school. Craig’s used to it at this point, but it still never sits well with him whenever the desk next to him is empty. He’ll never admit it out loud, but it’s days like these that unsettle him the most and he finds himself missing the sound of his boyfriend trying his best to keep quiet or the way he can’t sit still to save his life.

It’s the consistency mostly, Craig tells himself or at least that’s the conclusion he’s come to. He’s just plain and boring Craig, who lives by schedule and likes to keep it that way. When Tweek can’t go to school, they don’t meet up at their locker in the morning so that they can hold hands to the cafeteria for breakfast and when that happens, well, Craig’s whole day is then thrown off completely.

The only constant on days like these are that if Craig doesn’t get detention, which chances of that are much higher on the days Tweek isn’t in school, then he immediately heads to his boyfriend’s house as soon as he leaves the building. 

Today, it’s Mrs. Tweak that answers the door.

“Well, hello Craig. Are you here to see Tweek?”

Of course he is.

No matter how often he shows up on days like these, the Tweaks always stare at him in awe when he shows up. Almost as if they wonder why Craig would show up when Tweek is like this. Which only pisses Craig off even more at how terrible his significant other’s parents are.

“Yes, ma’m. Is he okay?” Craig manages to ask between gritted teeth. He already knows what her answer is going to be too. But if it’s the best way to get permission to enter, then Craig’s going to put in the effort.

“Oh, he’s fine honey. Tweek’s just going through one of his usual fits. Nothing to worry about,” she says with her plastic smile.

Craig clenches his fist but carries on. “He is? Then can I go up and see him?”

Mrs. Tweak hestates, like she always does. As if she’s afraid to be caught in her lie. Craig doesn’t know why Tweek’s parents act like everything is always fine, when it’s not. Maybe they are ashamed of Tweek and his bad days. He will never know and maybe he’d have been turned away if he was any other person. 

But he’s Tweek’s boyfriend, and the Tweak’s absolutely adore Craig for making their only son a homosexual. As if Craig had any say in that. A gay son made Tweek more interesting and by that reasoning, made the Tweak’s more interesting. So now Tweek Bros Coffee gets more business and because of that Craig will always have special privileges, such as being invited in on a bad day

“Come on in Craig. I’m sure seeing you will make him snap right out of it.”

Mrs. Tweak opens the door wide and Craig has to pinch his leg to keep himself from snapping at her that it doesn't work that way.

Unlike the Tweaks, Craig has done his research on mental illness and while he’s come to accept that he can’t fix everything, It took him a lot of hard days to realise that as well, at least Craig knows a few techniques he can try.

Taking the steps, two at a time, Craig makes it up the stairs in no time. He reaches the room with a guinea pig poster, an anniversary gift from Craig, and knocks in a familiar song like pattern before opening the door. It their way of communicating to each other that they are visiting each other’s house. That and it prevents Tweek from panicking when the door suddenly opens.

“Nnnngh!”

His honey is bent over in concentration at his desk, a crayon in his hand sweeping across a booklet he doesn’t recognize. Tweek mutters for a moment more before screeching and tossing the yellow crayon across the room. 

Wild eyes turn to face Craig and it takes the boy only a few seconds to access the situation. Tweek waits for Craig to say something, anything. Craig knows better though. Tweek doesn’t need Craig to tell him everything is going to be fine. He doesn’t speak. Instead, Craig opens up his arms and it’s so worth it when his boyfriend smiles, even shakingly, and then throws himself across the room to wrap his arms around Craig’s neck in a warm embrace. 

“Hey Babe, I missed you in school today.”

“S-sorry Craig, I just couldn’t today,” Tweek groaned as he slumped further into Craig’s shoulder.

“It’s fine dude. You don’t have to apologize for that.”

It felt nice having his boyfriend in his arms. It didn’t exactly make up for missing him all day but it did come super close.

Tweek leaned back and reluctantly Craig let him go. 

“It was those damn underpant gnomes man! They kept me up all night trying to explain their profit system again and I-”

“Tweek,” Craig interrupted and after saying his name twice, his honey paused mid sentence to gape at him.

“Relax. You don’t have to explain,” he assured Tweek but then remembered that sometimes talking is exactly what Tweek needs, “..unless it helps?” 

“I-it does, but now it’s too much pressure to explain,” Tweek replied after taking a moment to consider Craig’s words. 

Craig didn’t pressure him though. Instead, he grabbed Tweek’s hand and led him back to the desk he’d been furiously working on. 

“Okay babe, then how about you explain what you were doing before I came in?”

Craig reached out towards the book spread open with different crayons littered all over it and saw that Tweek had been coloring in stars and planets. 

Is this…

“A space themed coloring book?” Craig ended up saying out loud.

“Y-yeah, I was trying to color before you got here. My therapist said it could help, b-but I can’t seem to stay in the lines."

True to his word, Tweek had gone off and messed up in some areas, but Craig didn’t care. He was too entranced by the fact that Tweek had doodled them standing together on a planet while holding hands. That and well, what’s more awesome than a space themed coloring book?

“C-can I have this picture when you’re done?” Craig practically whispered but there was no denying the need in his voice. He never wanted anything more this moment.

“What!?” Tweek shrieked, “Why dude? It sucks!”

“No it doesn’t,” Craig immediately defended the piece of work. It may not be perfect to Tweek but to Craig it was. “I like it, so I want it.”

“Ngh, I don’t know man...”

Tweek reached out for the coloring book and Craig let him have it. Not wanting his selfishness to lead to a panic attack In fact, he had an idea to help him convince Tweek.

“Then how about this, I color one for you and you finish coloring this one for me?”

Tweek’s eyes widened in shock before staring back down at the coloring book and pulling it close to his chest. “Oh jesus, you really want this that bad?”

Craig rolled his eyes at being called out like that but didn’t say anything to deny it either. “Don’t act like you don’t want one of mine either.”

“F-fine!” Tweek squeaked, his cheeks turning pink and a small smile crawling up his cheeks. “But you have to cut out the page so that I can finish and so that y-you can pick out whatever you want, man.”

“Okay.” Craig easily agreed. He grabbed the pair of scissors stored in the cup full of other writing utensils before carefully cutting out Tweek’s page. They each set up a coloring station, aka Tweek at his desk while Craig took the floor, with crayons, color pencils, and snacks that were brought up by Mrs. Tweak.

Craig flipped through the pages until he got to the center and found that there was a sheet full of space themed stickers. No wait, he was wrong. These were those fake tattoos that applied to the skin with water.

So cool!

Craig cut them out for later and continued searching until he settled on an awesome rocketship shooting through the sky. Immediately he drew a version of himself and Tweek in the window. It wasn’t as great as his boyfriend’s depiction of them, but it would have to do. After that, he picked up a blue color pencil and began to fill in the area around the ship to make it look more like outer space.

After a couple of minutes, Tweek stopped what he was working on to turn to Craig.

“Thanks…”

Craig paused as well to stare at his boyfriend. Unsure of what exactly he was being thanked for. Maybe his confusion is written all over his face because Tweek continues.

“For coming over to color with me.”

Oh.

Craig tried his best not to smile.

“No problem, honey. Is it helping?”

Tweek swiveled back towards his page to avoid facing him with what Craig assumes is another blush on Tweek’s face before nodding towards the wall.

This fills Craig with joy as they spend the next couple of minutes coloring in a peaceful silence.

That is until he hears his boyfriend groaning again in distress. It starts off with a couple noises here and there but then it turns into full on frustrated growling after ten minutes.

“Babe? You okay?”

Craig looks at his boyfriend in concern, only to see him snapping a purple crayon in half.

So, not okay.

He gets up and calmly collects the broken pieces from Tweek’s hands and places his free palm against his boyfriend’s cheek.

There’s tears in those emerald eyes and it immediately makes Craig’s heart fall.

“What’s wrong honey?”

Tweek shoves the paper as far away from him, almost practically ripping it in two before glaring holes in the now bare table in front of him. 

“I just can’t gah get the color to look right dammit!”

Craig frowns before using his palm to turn Tweek’s head to face him.

“Alright, then how about we take a break and come back to it later?”

Tweek blinks at him before replying.

“And do what?”

This time, Craig doesn’t hold back his smile at the adorably curious but pouty look his boyfriend gives him.

“How about we give each other Tattoos?”  

Tweek screams.

“Craig! We can’t ngh give each other tattoos! We don't know how or have the right tools! What if I get ink poisoning? That’s a thing right? Or worse! Infected!”

Wait what?

Craig is at a loss of words until it hits him what Tweek is actually talking about. 

Real tattoos.

He literally has to grab the tattoo sheet and show Tweek what he means in order to get him to calm down. When he finally understands that the tattoos are fake, Tweek takes a deep breath and stops shaking so hard.

“All better, babe?”

“Y-yeah.” Tweek stutters as he takes the sheet and looks over the options. “You want to wear these?”

Craig scoffs, “Uh yeah, they’re space themed. Of course, I do.”

Tweek giggles before pointing at a space helmet tattoo. “You should do this one.”

“Because I’m Spaceman Craig?”

“Yep,” Tweek nods before reaching for his scissors to cut out said tattoo. “Where do you want it?

“Hmm, how about on my face?”

“Okay!”

Tweek stands up and leads them to the bathroom so that they can wet a towel with warm water to use as a compress and make the tattoo work. As soon as they are done with Craig’s, the helmet comes out perfectly, it’s Tweek’s turn.

“Can I pick yours?”

“Uh maybe?” Tweek says sounding unsure, “What were you thinking?” Craig looks over the sheet before settling on a rocket. Just like the one Tweek keeps in his room and points at it.

“That one.”

Tweek smiles before agreeing and points to his own cheek so that Craig knows where to place it.

They go back and forth, placing fake tattoos on each other until Tweek points at a pair of stars and suggests, “We should each get one in the same place to match.”

It’s cheesy but it’s also the most romantic thing Craig’s ever heard of and he agrees without missing a heartbeat.

They both decide to wear their matching star in a place that can’t wash off so easily. This just happens to be on their upper arm. 

They spend the rest of the day covered in tattoos and coloring. When Craig has to go home and shower, he makes sure to avoid rubbing off the star tattoo.

When the next day comes and he finds Tweek at school showing off the star tattoo to Token, Jimmy and Clyde, Craig can’t help but feel a swell of pride in his chest and the hope that one day in the future they can get a permanent matching one.

End

#Tweek Tweak #Craig Tucker #SP Creek #south park creek #south park #creek #creek sp

[ceasarslegion]

So im making this young pre-OT Luke Skywalker playlist right now and it made me think about how many reddit-type fanboys think he's whiny and over-emotional

But I never really got that vibe from him. I mean first of all, he's 19 in A New Hope, and in his early to mid 20s in Empire and Jedi, and have y'all ever met a 19-25 year old who wasn't still a bit emotionally unstable? With everything he's been through, I'm actually amazed at how mature he is for his age. He could've easily cracked under all that pressure, but he grit his teeth and braced his feet and stood strong to the bitter end. And I recently watched the OT again for the 500th time in my life because I was showing it to my sister, and I didn't really see him complain all that much, and he definitely didn't whine.

Sure, he was a bit hesitant and freaked out his first time on the Falcon and it made him a bit jumpy, but he also like, just saw his parental figures brutally die, his childhood home destroyed, and in two hours he's making his first ever trip into space, cut him some slack. He was having a recordly rough day. I'd say that was just some light acting out from all that emotion he was forced to bottle up, and I REALLY don't blame him. Fuck man, I'd be catatonic if I were in his position.

Other than that though, I think people perceive Luke as whiny and over-emotional because he doesn't really fit into this hyper-masculine role that most other male leads fill in mainstream cinema. He's shown crying on screen in every single OT film for starters, which is extremely rare for a male lead. He's not super built or tall or toned or muscular, he's more of a short king with a lithe figure and this really soft face with a bit of meat on his cheeks. He's also not an emotional brick wall like men are kind of expected to be. You know what Luke's feeling at every moment because it's written all over his face and his body language, and he's open to a fault about it.

I think that's why he's perceived that way tbh. Luke is very antithetical to what the typical Hollywood male lead is expected to be, which in itself is a product of toxic masculinity. Men aren't allowed to be emotional outside of anger and stoicism lest they be mistaken for homosexual (homophobia is also a massive part of toxic masculinity, which I think is why I love the gay Luke interpretation so much; it just makes him this all-encompassing spit in the face of most if not all aspects of toxic masculinity). But Luke has this really wide emotional range that mostly leaves out anger and stoicism. Even in ROTJ when Palpatine is trying to tempt him over to the dark side, he SAYS he can feel Luke's anger and hatred, but you can't really see that on his expression. It's not stoic either, Luke's "anger" seems to come out as this hesitant conflict that gives him sad eyes, not raging ones like Anakin had in the prequels. Luke doesn't seem like he'd be capable of feeling genuine anger, honestly. And when he does snap in that fight with Vader, it feels more like a cornered mouse with nothing else to lose jumping at a predator for its life, not vengeful wrath. Luke only snaps like that when he absolutely has to and has exhausted all other options.

And another thing-he shows genuine affection and joy for his friends! And PHYSICAL affection!! He runs up to Han and Leia and Chewie just to give them hugs and smile with them, which almost never happens with mainstream male leads in films like these. They're always portrayed as brooding and tortured, but Luke lets himself be happy and show his friends how much he loves them, which is super rare in film.

I really love the healthy masculinity Luke is shown to have in the OT and I think that's also why I really hated his characterization in TLJ. It felt like they were trying to make him that brooding, tortured male lead when it just doesn't fit him. He wouldn't be crotchety and mean like that of he had to endure tragedy, he would be sad and hesitant to get close to anyone because he knows he can't close his heart off to other people even if he tries. He would hold Rey at an arm's length, not bear his fangs and actively shove her away.

Anyway, yeah. I think reddit fanboys see Luke as whiny and over-emotional because unfortunately, men have been so trained to be unemotional brick walls that seeing an average-looking man show actual, healthy emotion feels like being whiny and over-emotional at best, and a threat to their own masculinity as worst.

I just really love how healthy Luke's masculinity is though, I could write papers on it

#star wars #shut up dames

[artificialqueens]

Bad Mood (Trixya) - DenDenMonMon

Of Lovers, Friends and Everything in Between. Part 8.- Oral Sex

Title: Bad Mood Category: M/M Summary: Trixie is about to find out the curative properties of Katya’s oral skills. Notes: On the original challenge there were two number 45 entries, I almost did both, but finally decided to pick this one. Please remember that this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Once again, female pronouns are used when they are in drag. Written: May 16th, 2020 - July 16th, 2020 (Honestly, it took me this long to finish this because stan twitter, and its cancel culture, made it hard for me to enjoy writing Trixya. Someone said it was easier if we thought of them as fictional characters within the fanfiction side of the fandom, and that made it so much easier. So now I’m back, back, back again!)

Bad Mood

I don’t think I have ever been happier in my entire life.

This is it. This is what I was born to do. This is me. This is who I am, Trixie Mattel.

Standing on the center of the stage, I line up with my sisters. We hold hands, lift them up in the air and take a bow. The crowd goes wild, the gays go insane. The yelling, the screaming, the clapping, the loud music, there’s nothing in the world that I like to hear more than that. The sweating, the foot pain, the tight clothes, those are things I could very easily live without; but it’s only a small price to pay.

As soon as we are allowed to leave the stage, I take my wig off. By the time I reach the last step of the ladder, my dress is already unzipped. I stumble with my own feet as I try to walk and undress at the same time. My body bounces between the wall and my friends. It’s fun and it makes me laugh hysterically.

We reach the dressing rooms, and I open mine with a loud scream, a scream filled with joy, laughter and pure happiness. Adrenaline runs through by veins, making my whole body pulse to the rhythm of my bloodstream.

Long fingers wrap around my arms and I recognize the owner right away.

“Bitch!” Maybe it’s out of pure excitement, maybe it’s because her ears are still buzzing, but Katya stops me and yells right to my face. “That was our best show yet!” She screams through bright red lips. Even when I’m halfway through the process of de-dragging, she’s still living her whole woman fantasy, and I’m sure we will leave this venue with her still in full drag.

Both her hands land on my shoulders and she shakes me, trying to physically make me understand her words. I let her. My body goes limp and I allow her to treat me like a rag doll. She laughs, I laugh. We look into each other’s eyes and the laughter turns louder. I can’t stop myself, my arms go around her and I pull her into a tight hug. This is so unlike me. If there’s anything that I can’t stand is physical contact like this and, here I am, breaking all my rules and initiating a hug.

Katya’s energy is contagious, I can feel my inner batteries recharging the longer I hug her. Unfortunately, our moment is interrupted when security knocks on the open door, saying that someone is looking for her. The sparkle in her eye is something that I’m familiar with, and the side smile taking over her entire face is the last confirmation I need.

The bitch is about to have sex.

I see her padded ass swaying as she exits the room, leaving me alone in the poorly lit room. It’s cozy, it’s cute. I like it. I’m even humming to myself as I take my makeup off.

Just when I’m about done, I see people rushing past my door. I go out, trying to see what’s the commotion about, and I crash into Alaska in the hallway. She is really in a hurry.

“Trix, come on!” She says pulling me by the arm.

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Remember those guys that met us at the airport?” I nod as she starts walking. “Well, Katya brough one backstage. They are doing it in her dressing room.” A giggle interrupts her every other word, because this whole thing sounds ridiculous. We all know Katya sleeps with fans, why is it such big news now?

We reach a bunch of people, all pushing each other and giggling like little kids. The door is opened just a crack, and they are all trying to look through it.

“Move, move,” Alaska makes way for us to reach the front and my heart stops.

Katya looks beautiful, so beautiful. That’s the first thing that registers in my brain. Her blonde hair falls like a courtine covering part of her face, making everything feel almost mysterious. She’s on her knees, her shoes thrown to the side. The naked guy she’s sucking is the last thing I notice. All I can think of is how sexy she looks. She’s all woman, pleasuring a guy who seems to be fully enjoying it. He is grunting, and breathing heavily. His fingers tangle in her wig and she moans loudly with him deep in her mouth.

This is… wrong. We shouldn’t be watching. We shouldn’t be here. We should be getting ready to go. I look around and see that most of the queens are, either still in drag, or wearing their normal clothes with a full face on. We are never leaving this place. I just wanna go.

“You guys, we should get going,” I try to call their attention, remind them we have a bus to catch. All I get is booing as they shove me away from the door.

Fine.

I don’t even want to see that anyway. They are clearly showing off. There’s no way they don’t know people are watching, they are putting on a show. Nobody makes those noises. Katya can’t possibly be that good, can she?

It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I just wanna leave here. This dressing room area is hot and dirty, and I want out. My own room is tiny, and overheated. There are no fans or ventilation. The more I look around the place, the less I like it. The chairs have stains and so does the carpet. Gross. The room is dirty, who knows how many people have been here before me. And it’s messy, my stuff is thrown everywhere, picking it all up is gonna take forever.

Before anything, I need to get rid of the rest of these uncomfortable clothes. Being in drag is the absolute worst. Everything hurt. Everything smells. It’s disgusting. Moments like this make me wonder why I even picked this line of work. As I take everything off and throw it in its place, I remember how easy my life used to be working at the MAC counter. Simpler times.

It takes me a few minutes, but I finally get everything in the suitcases and ready to go. My face is still stained but it will go away once I shower. I walk out with my backpack on, ready to leave. Since, clearly, nobody is going to listen to me, I grab all my stuff and wheel the suitcases to the bus. The driver seems surprised to see me here by myself, still he rushes to my side and helps me with my stuff. He doesn’t disturb me as I sit alone, looking at my phone. He lets me be for as long as it takes for everybody else to get here. It feels as if days have passed before the small space is filled with loud laughter, yelling and screaming. Just like I predicted, Katya still looks… like Katya. Her lipstick is perfectly applied on her lips, and I have a million questions running through my head. Did she reapply it? What brand is it? Did it endure the sucking of a dick?

“But you ate his whole ass!” Someone shouts. I don’t register who when my full attention is focused on her flawless lips.

She shrugs a shoulder. “You know I love eating a good ass,” she says so casually, so easily; but then she can’t hold it any longer and burst out laughing. Her cool exterior cracks to let her goofy self be seen.

They are still talking about that guy’s ass when she sits next to me. I don’t wanna deal with that right now, so I close my eyes. Nobody notices I’m pretending and nobody bothers me. It’s hard to sleep on a bus, or a plane, or a hotel. Anywhere that is not my own bed, basically. My back hurts all the time, and the corsets I need for my different outfits just make everything worse. Putting and taking off my makeup, without giving my skin a day to breathe, is making me break out. There’s nothing I hate more than that, than this whole thing. Days and nights have no difference when all you see is the inside of a bus, crowded with the same faces, as it takes you from venue to venue, from airports to the next crappy hotel.

And that’s how the next week passes.

After several cities without a day off, I just feel tired, more than usual. My mood just keeps getting worse the more time I spend on this suspension of reality.

Honestly, I don’t even know where we are right now. All I know is that we have a full day here; then we have to catch a plane and start the Asian leg of the tour. I’m just glad that we get to rest. That’s the reason why I go straight to my hotel room as soon as the show is over.

The shower head has horrible pressure so I take as little time in there as possible, just enough to wash all the sweat away and get rid of the traces of makeup. When I walk out of the bathroom, wearing a pajama set that hasn’t seen a washing machine in weeks, I’m shocked to see Katya sitting on the bed.

“Geez, Brian, don’t they know about knocking in Boston?” I roll my eyes as I walk past her. Her. The whole woman that is Katya Zamolodchikova. The use of her actual name, of the man that lives underneath all the layers of hair and makeup, slips out in pure annoyance.

“Okay, enough.” She stands up, anger is visible in her features.

She kicks her heels off and her shoulders square up. Is she going to hit me? This wouldn’t be the first time a woman kicks my ass. I have never been punched by a drag queen before, though.

“Whip it out,” she orders, a long red nail points in the direction of my pants.

“What?” I ask, confused.

Her shoulders drop, and an exasperated sigh leaves her lips. “Take it out. You have been insufferable since you saw me sucking that guy’s dick, whip it out so I can suck yours.”

Out of instinct, my hands go down to cover my crotch. “Wha- No! You are insane.”

“Trix, okay, listen. Everybody has commented how you have been impossible to be around. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but it is the truth, Mary. Now, they don’t know what caused it, but I know you and, bitch, you gotta get a grip!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My hand waves in front of her, dismissing her whole speech.

I try to walk away, put some distance between us.

“You are jealous.” Just like that, she stops me. Not physically, she’s still standing on the other end of the bed, but her words stop me cold.

“You need to leave.” The sentence, laced with anger, escapes me before I can think.

She walks to me, slowly, padded hips swaying with each step. She throws her synthetic hair back in one swift motion. I’m frozen in place, hypnotized by the femenine moves.

Her hand goes up to my chest, she doesn’t do anything, just rests her hand against my racing heart.

“Let me do it,” she whispers. Her face is so close to mine that I can detect the smell of coffee on her breath. “I want to do it. Do you want me to do it?” Her hand slides down, gently, caressing. “Do you want me to do it?” she repeats, in a serious tone this time. She’s actually asking for my permission.

I look deep into her eyes, those endless pools of emotion, framed by fake lashes. “You are a woman,” I blurt out.

A side smile takes over her face. “You have never been with a girl before?” She’s back to playful, a seductress that knows exactly how to play the game.

“I’m gay.” My mouth expels the words without asking my brain’s approval.

This time she laughs, loudly. “Bitch, I know that. And I also know that you need this. We need to do this so the world can have peace again. Please, God.” She makes a pause. Her free hand reaches the hem of her dress. “If you need a reminder of what I really am, I can show you my dick too.”

Once again, faster than my thoughts, my body reacts. I take hold of her wrist and stop her. “No. Don’t. I want Katya. I want Katya to do it.”

She doesn’t need an explanation, she knows exactly what I need, what I’m asking for. She doesn’t have to be told twice. This is the green light she was waiting for. We are doing this. Finally. No matter how hard I’ve tried to deny it. It doesn’t matter for how long I’ve tried to push the fantasy at the very back of my mind; it has always been exactly that, a fantasy. I have dreamed and daydreamed about being with her for a long time. At first it was about him, about Brian. The idea of being with someone so experienced always made me curious. Katya is so sexy, so sensual, that adding her to the mix just made sense.

Her lips land on the corner of my mouth, it’s quick and tender. My hand immediately goes up, to touch the spot. She’s by now kissing my chin, then my neck. The butterfly kisses continue as she makes her way down. No traces of lipstick are left behind. I seriously need to at least know the brand she’s using, it really is not coming off at all.

My thoughts are brought to a halt when her mouth reaches the waistband of my pants. She looks up, dark eyes piercing mine. She’s asking one more time if this is okay, and I can’t do anything but nod.

What happens after that is a blur. I feel the cool air hitting my legs, then I lift one foot at the time under her command as she removes my pants. The blonde wig gets closer and closer to my crotch. I can feel Katya’s hand on me and my eyes roll back. She takes me into her mouth. Her lips are soft, softer than I remember them. They feel so good around me. My head snaps back when I feel them on my pelvis. Like, even when I don’t like talking about it, I know I’m big, and she just took me all in.

My eyes grow wide, my mouth opens and an inhuman sound comes out from the back of my throat. I look down, my face most likely contorted in shock. The complete opposite to hers. She wiggles her eyebrows with her lips around my dick. The bitch knows what she’s doing, she knows her ability is impressive and will brag about it, even if it’s just through her stare. And I’m about to get the whole experience.

Katya’s moves are easy at first. She takes me in and out of her mouth at a slow pace. Her hand holds me by the base as she relaxes her throat and pushes me all the way in. She sucks me hard, before letting me go with a heavy exhale. Her tongue goes around the head a few times, then she’s licking up and down my length. And I’m feeling all of this since my eyes seem unable to remain open. But I want to see her. I want to get the full picture, a picture that will replace the mental images of her I use to jerk off to.

One of her hands goes between my thighs, opening them a bit wider. Next thing I feel is her head moving between my legs, licking my asshole. She releases me for just a second and, just like that, she’s behind me. Her palms land on each of my buttcheeks. “Oh, God,” she sighs against my skin. “I love to eat a clean ass.” I feel her hot breath first, and her tongue second. My senses are overloaded, making me feel everything at once. Her lips, her tongue, her hot mouth on my ass; the blonde hair tickling my legs, her hand still pumping me. It’s all too much.

It takes only a few seconds before I can’t take it anymore. My knees give out and I feel myself falling forward.

“Woah, there,” she lets out as she catches me. Her hands find my stomach as Katya pushes me back, preventing me from falling but, at the same time, pressing her face against my butt.

Without giving me a moment to recollect myself, she’s already back at eating my ass. “Wa-wait.” I try to stop her, but talking and breathing and feeling at the same time seems impossible. “I need to - just… give me a second.” With shaky legs I walk to an armchair and, more than sitting down, I drop myself on the cushion with a heavy sigh.

In the background, I can hear her laughing and the rustling of fabric as she stands up. “That good, huh?”

Mumbling is all I can do to answer her rhetorical question. Because she’s right, she is simply that good. Only a few minutes with her and I’m already at her mercy. I can’t even see straight, the whole room is spinning. I throw my head back as I feel my chest raising and falling. With one arm over my eyes, I try to calm my breathing unsuccessfully. Then I feel her again, her hands caress my thighs and there’s nothing I can do but grunt.

“Ready to finish what we started?”

Every cell on my body comes together to give me the strength that I need. I look down at her and nod. She’s biting her lower lip, trying to suppress a smile. Her lips are stained with red, the lipstick finally smudged. Surprisingly, it only makes her look even sexier.

She wiggles her eyebrows at me as she moves down, taking my entire length into her mouth. Her mouth is wet, and warm, and it feels oh, so good. I see the blonde wig bobbing up and down as she sucks me off. It’s time to turn one of my fantasies into a reality. My fingers run through her hair, luckily, she remembered to glue the wig this time. That’s the reason why I can actually take a hold of her hair and guide her to the pace that I want. With my fingers tangled in her golden locks, I pull and push her head as I please. She moans around me, enjoying how I’m taking control. The speed suddenly increases, as well as the sounds coming from her.

Katya takes me all in, then releases me, just long enough for her to curse out loud, before sucking me back in. Both of my hands are pushing her down by this point. Her eyes go up to look at me while she still has my entire dick in her mouth. Her eyelashes flutter as she lets me go. Then she smiles as she goes down on me again. This fucking bitch smiles! And that is it for me. My eyes roll back and my mouth falls open. There’s a hot wave taking over me as I cum long and hard.

I’m almost spasming, and she doesn’t even flinch. She drinks me all in, then licks me clean of any remaining.

“Welp,” she says getting up. The back of her hand cleans her own mouth, leaving a harsh trace of red across her cheek. “Now that I have sucked the bad mood out of you, the world can have some peace.” She laughs at her own words, and I chuckle right along with her.

“You know?” I get up with a smile on my face, an actual smile. “I had no idea I needed this. Thank you.” I find my pants and put them on, still feeling like I’m floating on air.

She shrugs a shoulder, proud of herself. “I may not have many talents, but I do know how to suck a dick.”

“And eat ass!” I add after her.

She laughs loudly, a hand gripping my arm as she does.

“No, really,” I assure her, stepping right into her space. “That was… amazing. Bad mood who? What? I don’t know her.”

Her laughter fills the air around us. “Not a problem.”

We share a smile, a knowing smile, a bond was just created. I pull her to me. I’m not going to thank her. A hug will have to do. My body feels so light, not a single drop of tension or stress left. I inhale deeply, she smells like sweat, and sex, and… Katya. It’s hot.

“Wanna stay and watch like a movie or something?” I ask, still smiling. “Maybe I could even return the favor.” The suggestion comes out casually. Deep down, though, I’m dying to experience more of her.

She waves a hand in front of my face. “Nah, no need. I actually have a trick coming over, but thanks! Maybe some other time.” She walks around and finds her shoes, putting them under her arm before she walks to me again. “Glad you feel better,” she says before placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

I watch her walk to the door, open it and then disappear behind her, leaving me alone in my hotel room. Wait, was the room always this ugly?

Ugh! I hate it here.

-End Notes-

Massive shout out to the authors on the AQ discord server, who allowed me to pick their brains and annoy the heck out of them so this story could come to life. Thank you so much for reading! See you again soon. -Monkey.

#rpdr fanfiction #trixya #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #smut #canon compliant #of lovers #dendenmonmon

[jeontaeh]

〚FOUR〛

Sex was confusing.

Jungkook always saw romance as too idealistic. The whole idea of falling for someone to the point where you'd let them tear you to pieces and not bat an eye was terrifying. He can't imagine liking someone that much. Crushes were never his thing.

And also no one in this school was his type.

So, naturally, Jungkook never thought much about being a virgin. He knew all his friends had had sex numerous times, they were more than blunt about it. Jungkook never got the big deal. The big hype around 'sex'. What made people crave it? What was it about sex which made people go, very literally, crazy?

Of course, Jungkook's a hormonal teenage boy, he has needs. And yes, when Jimin leaves from time to time, Jungkook locks himself in their washroom and slowly jacks off- biting his hand not to let out any loud sounds. But that was the extent of it.

His friends on the other hand? Batshit crazy.

Namjoon talked about how good it was to finger some girl from his math class. Hoseok talked about how good it was to eat out some girl from his chemistry class. Yoongi talked about how good it was to have some girl from his english class sit on his face. Jimin talked about how good it was to fuck some girl from the grade above. Jin told them they were disgusting, but Jungkook knows he's done all of those, if not worse.

V, god, don't even get him started on V. He had this sort of.. magnetic energy surrounding him. Something that made people turn heads, both boys and girls. After all, being captain of the football team and hot as fuck had its perks. People were either jealous, lustful, or both.

V, easily put, was a player. A fuckboy. With his dark grey hair which he tied up in various coloured bandanas His dark eyebrows which seemed to either be furrowed angrily or raised in a flirty manner. His tendencies, the way he talked with his deep husky voice and walked with his commanding nature, it was all do.. alluring.

Not to mention, his dark eyes and a smirk that could kill seemed to always be around girls. He always had a girl against his locker, or on his lap, or around him, trying to get his attention. Jungkook never got that. Never got what was so goddamn attractive about him which made all girls want to get a taste.

That was until he got a bit of it himself.

See, when you've been cornered by those big big hands, and been fucked mercilessly, and have gotten dirty sentences rasped into your ear, you kind of get it. So yeah, Jungkook kind of gets it. He gets the hype. Yes he's only had sex twice, but it already makes him want to do it many many more times.

Not that he's going to. Whatever happened the last two days was an accident. It wasn't going to happen again. Unfortunate for Jungkook's needs but fortunate for Jungkook's ass. They like girls, this wasn't what was supposed to happen.

"Kookie!" A voice snapped, and Jungkook's head perked up. "You're daydreaming."

Jungkook saw Jimin, and pursed his lips, picking on the cuffs of his white school shirt that was tucked into his tight black school trousers. "What do you want?"

"Did you hear what Yoongi said?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook shook his head. They were walking towards their first lesson, Math.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, and then looked at Jungkook. "Apparently one of the cleaners found a used condom in the showers of the locker room."

Jungkook choked on his spit.

He paused, eyes growing wide, slowly looking at Yoongi. "W-what?!" He snapped, and Hoseok snickered.

"The coach is pissed. I think we all know who could be dumb enough to get a girl into the locker rooms," Hoseok laughed as they entered the math classroom, and Jungkook gulped.

"V." They said simultaneously, and the moment Jungkook walked in, he saw V sitting on his chair, feet propped on his table, black bandana pulling his hair back, a little smirk on his face as a group of people surrounded him.

"Who was it?"

"How was it?"

"At least you wore a condom.."

"Guys, chill." V said, looking at his friends who were walking over. "Why're you all just assuming it's me?"

"Because no one else would be dumb enough to just throw a condom like that!" Yoongi said, and V rolled his eyes, and then put his hands up in defense.

"Alright, alright. I'm the culprit." V said, and Jungkook sat down behind him, ignoring all the talk. "And me, the victim." Jungkook mumbled to himself, and V turned around.

"D'you say something?" V asked knowingly, and Jungkook just gave him a small glare.

"Who was it, though? Eka?" "Or was it Jennie?" "Joy, again?" "Sana?"

"How about, it's none of your goddamn business." V snapped, and everyone shut up the moment he raised his voice.

"Someone's getting defensive.. for real, who was it?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook cleared his throat. "I think it's best if we just focus on math." Jungkook said, and V grinned.

"Jeon's right, for once." V said, turning to face him. "After all, it's no one's business but mine, is it?" V said, and Jungkook looked at him with his big eyes, and felt their wave of nervousness washing over him.

He looked at V's small smirk, and before he could speak- the door opened and the teacher walked in with a "Good morning."

The teacher began talking, and Jungkook felt his fingers tapping against the desk. It felt like everyone was looking at him. Oh god.. they know. They know. Everyone knows.

"C-can I go to the washroom?" Jungkook asked, standing up, and the teacher sighed and then let him go. Jungkook got up in an instant and walked right out of the class, footsteps fast.

He began walking down the hallway, and then heard the door of his math class open and close. He started walking faster, but just heard the footsteps draw closer, and then saw a figure start walking beside him.

"Going to the washroom, Jeon?" A deep voice came, and Jungkook kept walking, looking straight ahead. He could make out the figure with the loose untucked white shirt, opposite of his.

"Where the fuck else, V?" Jungkook snapped, and then started walking faster, but let out a gasp when he felt V grab his arm and shove him into a dark room.

Lights turned on, and Jungkook realised they were in the janitor's closet. V closed the door shut, and then turned to Jungkook, smirking a little. He moved forward, making Jungkook move back until his back hit the wall. "Drop the attitude."

"S-says you." Jungkook said, suddenly feeling flustered with how V put both his hands to the wall by his side, confining him.

Jungkook saw V lean in, and then hover his lips over his neck, and Jungkook has his hands clasped tightly to his side, and then finally lifted up to grip at V's shirt. "What're you doing?"

V looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"V.." Jungkook trailed, like it was obvious. Was it not? "W-what the hell are we doing? Having sex? Twice?? And now- now what- you're pushing me into janitor closets- what is this?"

V looked unshaken, just shrugged. "I don't know." Careless.

"You should, you should know! Because I don't either, and I'm confused. Are you.." Jungkook trailed, and then tilted his head a little. "Gay?"

V jumped back, eyes growing wide in defence. "Fuck no, what the fuck? Bro- what?"

Jungkook looked more confused. "Bisexual?"

"Ew, no- I'm straight." V snapped, and now there was a visible gap between them. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Dude, that doesn't make any fucking sense. What, are you experimenting?" Jungkook asked, and V scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets, looking offended.

"Am I- no! No- look, Jeon- I'm not- I'm not queer. That- that's just fucking weird. You're the one making this weird, not man."

"I'm making this weird?? Why'd you drag me in here?" Jungkook snapped, and then V smirked a little, stepping closer again, almost forgetting what he just said, and wiped his thumb on Jungkook's bottom lip.

"You looked cute."

Jungkook paused. "Cute?"

"Scared shitless." V reiterated, and Jungkook felt himself blushing a little. "Well, obviously. Your dumbass threw the condom to the side- and- w-what if the teacher checks it? Like- they'll realize we fucked- a-and then- ohmygod they'll run a DNA test! A-and- and- everyone will know- and-"

"Jungkook." V said lowly, and Jungkook looked up, because that might've just been the first time V said his name properly. "Relax."

Jungkook gulped, feeling V's big hands circling around his waist. "They're not gonna run a DNA test. There's used condoms all over this goddamn school, you'll be surprised in the weird places people have fucked." V snickered, and Jungkook nodded shyly.

"O-okay. I hope so. B-because if they do-" Jungkook started, putting his hands up. "They won't, god- will you calm down?"

Jungkook put his hands on V's chest. "Sorry.." Jungkook mumbled, looking away, and then looked back up, and saw V smiling a little. "What?"

"I wanna fuck you again.." V whined a little, and then squeezed Jungkook's waist and began kissing down his neck. Jungkook's eyes widened.

"Now?" He asked, and V hummed, and Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Dude, we can't fuck now."

"Why not?" V said, and Jungkook scoffed. "Maybe because we have class right now?? And anyone could hear us?? Also this is literally a janitor's closet???"

"Blah blah blah- you're not making any strong arguments." V said, and Jungkook glared. "Go fuck some girl, I'm sure they'd leap to get fucked by the handsome V- oh~" Jungkook said in a high pitched voice in the end, waving his fingers.

V paused for a few seconds, and then pinched Jungkook's thigh. "Yeah but I wanna fuck you."

Jungkook paused for a few seconds; a silence filling the room. V looked up at him, waiting for an answer, and Jungkook just blurted out "This is weird, V! I mean- what, are-are we just gonna hook up normally?"

"Why not. Tons of people do. It's called casual sex, look it up."

"I know what casual sex is, dumbass. I just- i-isn't this a little weird?" Jungkook asked, and V's eyebrow rose. "Why would it be weird?"

Jungkook paused for a few seconds, and then squeaked "I-I mean- w-we haven't even kissed-"

V burst out laughing, and Jungkook's eyes grew big, cheeks growing bright pink. "I-I mean- not-not like that! I-I just- I thought-"

V was still snickering, so Jungkook pushed past him, trying to walk out of the janitor's closet. But before he could, V grabbed his arm and pulled him back, and then pressed their lips together.

Jungkook's breath hitched, and he stood frozen in shock as V kissed him gently, hands trailing down to wring around his hips. Jungkook stood still, and V pulled away. "Is that fine?"

Jungkook was blushing, and then nodded a little, looking down to make sure V doesn't see how ridiculously flustered he was. "Y-yeah,"

V grinned, stepping a little closer, making Jungkook have to step back and crowd into the corner of the room. "Yeah?"

"V-" Jungkook started, and then gasped as V wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer in, hands going down to his thighs to lift him up.

"Ugh- V you're so annoying-!" Jungkook snapped, grabbing V by the collar and kissing him rough. V smirked into the kiss, hands going down to his ass and squeezing it, making Jungkook hum into his mouth, tongues pressing against one another.

They kissed for a good few minutes, both kissing messily, one pulling away to breathe and the other pulling them back in, cheeks red. After a bit, V let Jungkook down, and Jungkook breathed heavily, flustered.

Jungkook hit V on the chest, and V just grinned uselessly. Jungkook groaned. "Fine! After school, your room."

V bit his lip, and then looked at the door, opening it to let Jungkook out. Jungkook huffed and walked out, and as he did, V slapped his ass, and Jungkook jumped a little, turning around to glare at him.

"Do you want me to fuck you??" Jungkook snapped, and V scoffed. "I'm gonna be the one doing the fucking, Jeon."

Jungkook's cheeks tinted, and he mumbled "Same thing." under his breath, and then both started walking back towards their math class.

While they were walking, Jungkook stopped, and V bumped into him. Jungkook turned around. "What exactly are we?"

V looked around, and Jungkook realised he was trying to make sure no one was there. "Friends with benefits, I guess."

"We're not friends." Jungkook snapped, and V rolled his eyes.

"Enemies with benefits, then. Fuckbuddies. Whatever the fuck you want to call it, Jeon." V snapped back, and Jungkook pursed his lips, and then kept walking.

"Fuckbuddies sounds better." Jungkook stated, and V hummed. "A little too vulgar, maybe."

"This whole ordeal is a little vulgar, no?" Jungkook said, and then right before going back into the class, he made sure V stepped close to him, and then poked his chest.

"And V? Throw away the condom next time," Jungkook whispered, and then clicked his tongue and turned around to walk into the class.

V stilled for a few seconds, and then looked away, smirking a bit to himself. "Little tease," V mumbled to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking into the class.

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[acrobaticcatfeline]

Of Books, Brothers, and Broadway (Creativitwins College AU) Chapter Three!!!

Word Count: 6875

TW: Remus, Janus, cursing, ocean critters, think that’s it

Pairings: dukeceit, logince, I think mentioned moxiety, familial creativitwins, platonic everyone else with everyone else, a nice bit of parental Remus and Thomas.

Notes: It gets gay!!!!! Finally!!!! Also skirts!!!! We learn more about Thomas, who is baby TBH hes just like, Remus good boy and I agree. these two have a very close mentorship, Remus has been there for for several years and Thomas has pretty much adopted him. They have one of my favorite dynamics in this. A lot of angst comes shortly after this so enjoy the soft gays while you can.

Summary: Remus is gay and smitten. Roman is as well. The two battle to woo their brothers best friend and both succeed. Soft boys going on dates and being in love. Remus rants a bit.

By the time that they all finish dinner, Remus is more than a little excited to show Janus his lizard friends. Janus is so nice and cute and he has an interest in reptiles, and the book he wrote for the musical in progress, and god he's in love. Roman gives him permission to run off without him while he and Patton engage in ‘civilized’ conversation. So he shows Janus his room, and heck he's bringing a cute boy into his room god this is filthy, disgusting worse than the worst most cuddly pornos that he's ever sat through, this is intimate and Remus feels like his blood is going to boil. He smiles instead though, because Janus is squealing and bouncing and looking at all the little guys in the tanks and he so desperately looks like he wants to hold one but he bounces in place while sounding like a balloon with a leak.

“You want to hold one?”

“More than anything!”

Remus walks over to the tank and tries to pull out a small gecko, but his only snake slithers out and coils his arm before he could. He laughs at it, petting its little head softly and he's almost knocked unconscious by the pure joy on Janus’ face. His eyes are damn near sparkling, his bouncing has stilled as his jaw dropped.

“This little guy is a Kenyan sand boa, he's actually the only scaly friend I've ever gotten from a rescue, the rest of these guys are just local pals. His name is Amadeus. Wanna hold him?”

“Yessssssss!!!!”

Remus guided Amadeus to slither up Janus’ arm. He ended iup coiling around his neck loosely and Remus could see the effort Janus was exerting to not get too excited. He petted the snake gently, stars in his eyes as the snake seemed to lick him.

“I love him!”

“He seems to like you too”

“I’m sorry I’m being so childish heh, I just, I lose my composure with animals I guess. And theater. I suck at keeping up this uh, facade I guess I can call it”

“Why would you? You're cute like this”

Janus froze and Remus nearly backpedaled on his words before Janus broke out in a huge blush with a matching grin. He swept the bangs that were sticking out from his beanie to the side of his face as he looked back at Remus.

“Do you want to go get coffee at some point? I mean uh, we can, we can talk about the musical some more and uh, maybe I can convince you to strike up a deal of some sort?”

Remus blinked and smiled back at him. He pulled out his phone and looked at something before changing it and handing it over to jay.

“I've got a class tomorrow and then work, and I'm bringing home an octopus so I probably can't do coffee tomorrow, but how does dinner sound?”

Janus took the phone and saw a new contact page pulled up. He smiled as he entered the information and sent a standard text and handed it back.

“That sounds even better! I'm free after 4 tomorrow!”

“How does 7 sound? I'm technically back at 5:30 but I want to be here for a bit in case shit goes sideways with Cephy”

“Sounds like a date! Er, um, a plan! Sounds like... a plan..!”

“God you're gonna have to stop being so adorable before I turn myself in to the police preemptively. Anyways, Roman might be getting annoyed from having you stolen for so long, so hows about we put back Dee and pick up this convo later?”

“Great idea!”

By the time that they leave the room, Patton is ready to leave, and as jay was his ride, he had to leave as well. The four said their goodbyes, and when he thought Roman wasn't looking, Janus mimed a little ‘call me’ motion to Remus and he nearly melted as the two left. Remus flopped onto the couch, and subsequently Roman, when the door closed with a sigh.

“You've already stolen him haven't you?”

“Were going to dinner tomorrow”

“Of course you are. I'm going to have to help you get ready aren't i?”

“Yup. and I'll make dinner on Saturday and Sunday as a thank you”

“And as payment for skimping on your original day”

“Yeah sure”

~

Remus wasn’t panicking, of course not, he was totally chill. It's just that he was bringing home an octopus at the end of his shift and then he was going on a date with a cute boy and he just wasn't used to so much happening in one day. He refocused however. He was wearing his lab coat and was sitting next to the institute's recreation of the coastal ocean with pen and paper in hand. He was recording some behaviors in the dolphin they just got, and its differences in behavior compared to their other inhabitants. It was moving slower, and did not seem to like getting close to the walls. He had many questions as he continued to note its peculiarities. Thomas walked in and squatted next to him with a smile.

“You have your inquisitive look on, whats up kid?”

Remus continued to watch the dolphin intently.

“Why is she so scared of the walls?”

“Oh, she was abused by her human caretakers, she's afraid of us still. She also doesn't like our feeding rods, or when we get in to do maintenance. She's just people shy, which isn't too terrible for her or us for the time being. She hasn't lashed out, and it's only a mild inconvenience during feeding times. The longer she's here with the others, the easier it will be, animals are great at encouraging trust in others, its key for survival. But isn't she just so beautiful?”

“Definitely! Hey, weird question, do you ever get transfers from different parts of the world?”

“Sometimes, not often though, they only transfer out of country or state if its a true emergency for the most part, and we aren't really in the hierarchy for those things”

“Hmm. I really want to see an amazon river dolphin. They're so fricken cool!”

“Well, if that's something you want to see about, and you're serious about it, I have some connections with the dolphin research center as well as Clearwater, and I think they both have some that were serious rescue cases. I might be able to set you up for a summer stint if you want?”

“Oh no, no that's fine I just, it's just one of the things that made me want to pursue marine biology. It was an episode of Go Diego Go if you can believe that. They were just, so magical, and I learned more about the ocean and like, the ocean is filled with magic that we don't even know about, and it's just, I dunno. Its a bucket list thing I guess”

“Fair. mine was jellyfish and sea turtles. Finding Nemo”

Remus chuckled at the image of the doctor as a child getting starry eyed at Finding Nemo. He nodded distantly and Thomas fully sat, giving Remus a nudge on the arm.

“What's eating at you kid? You're acting distant today, is something up?”

Remus finally looks at Dr. Sanders at this, a little shocked and confused. He looks back at the water and curls his legs up close to him and lays his head on them.

“A lot is happening and I’m scared I’m going to mess something up”

“Talk to me Re”

“Well, ok so my brother is real into theater, always has been, and he asked me when we were younger to write a musical with him. And, and it's fun, don't get me wrong, but I hate hate hate showing people my writing. And now I'm showing him it regularly, on top of my writing assignments for my creative writing minor. And like, I don't know how to feel about it. But like, it's not just that. Like, I'm a full time worker here now, not an intern, but I'm not even working full time hours, and I feel like I have to prove to you and everyone else that it was worth it but I don’t have the time to put in more hours and it makes me feel so guilty because you're losing money by upping my pay and I don't know, I feel like I'm not doing enough but I know I can't do any more. And then! I'm getting Cephy and like, I know she's gonna be a lot of work, and I'm so ok with that but I’m worried I’m gonna mess up and hurt her or something! And I've got a date with a cute guy tonight and he's my brother's friend and he's so cute and we mesh so well, but I could ruin it, like I always ruin my relationships, and then what if he holds it against Roman? He’ll hate me forever and I don't know what I would do if I lost my brother too, I drive him crazy but I know he still loves me but it makes me want to die thinking about how conditional it could be, even though he's never shown me that that would ever happen it still eats at me and god I'm a mess. God I talked too much I’m sorry boss, I'll shut up now, you didn't need to hear all of that”

Thomas hides the shock and concern on his face, choosing to nod as he rubs a gentle circle in Remus’ back. The two were very very close, they were basically family at this point, Thomas having chosen to be his mentor the moment he met him. He waits a moment to choose his words before speaking.

“I can't pretend that I totally understand your problems, but I'm aware that that isn't what you're looking for. So lets start with something easy. Cephy will not get hurt with you. There is not a single doubt in my mind that you won't be able to, while you were the only applicant, if we didn't know you were responsible enough to care for her with complete certainty and confidence, we would have sent her home with one of our older scientists. This was a long discussion and I know that you will do exactly what you have to to keep her safe. Two, you were not promoted because we needed you to work more. As I've said since you've started here, your studies come first. You were promoted because you did amazing work with what little you are allowed to do as an intern, and we could see that you would do even better with less restrictions. This was meant to give you the ability to learn more and aid in your work ethic. We don't need you to spread yourself too thin so you can work more, we have enough people for you to only work part time”

Remus nodded, he was trying to believe him, he really was, but his head kept turning them around with what ifs. He stayed silent as Thomas paused again.

“Your writing is personal, creative work always is, it is a bearing of your soul and its reasonable to be hesitant in sharing it. Even more so when it's to an overly creative person. But if I know anything about your brother, it's that he is a kind and uncritical person. You don't seem to have any reason to distrust him with it. I know that sometimes your head makes you nervous and casts doubt over others intentions, but it isn't healthy for you to be unable to trust even someone as close as your brother. And, if you let him know your feelings on it all, I'm sure he would be willing to work on it with you. This ties in with the other bit. If you have no reason to believe that something like a break up would cause your brother to hate you, then it's likely not the case. Trust that he values his relationship with you enough to endure the small likelihood of a break up between you and his friend. His friend is a bit of a wild card to you right now but just, give it a shot. It might go better than you can imagine”

Remus felt like he was about to cry. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes and took deep breaths. He pulled his hands away and looked at Thomas as he leaned slowly into a hug with the older man. Thomas smiled and wrapped his arms around the other and they sat there a moment in silence.

“Thank you Dr. Sanders”

“This is an emotional moment, call me Thomas”

“... thank you Thomas”

Remus had calmed down and felt far better after his conversation with Thomas, he was pretty zen as he drove home with Cephy on his passenger side. He parked outside he and Roman’s house and dialed Roman’s number. Roman picked up on the second ring.

“You back?”

“Yup. can you get the door for me, I don't want to set Ceph down on the ground”

“On it”

Remus got out of his car, opening the passenger door and lifting the rather small tank carefully in his arms. He felt bad for her getting stuck in such a small carrier tank. He got to the door and saw Roman in the doorway. Roman held out his arms.

“I imagine if I hold the tank I won't have to transfer her into the big one? So hand her over.

Remus chuckled and did so. He slid past then, opening the door to his room and lifting the cover on the big tank. He pulled on plastic gloves and did the same to the carrier. He laughed as Cephy’s arms immediately swung over the side of it. Roman nearly screamed and dropped the thing when one of her tentacles stuck onto him. Luckily he just hummed loudly and squeezed his eyes shut. Remus carefully picked Ceph up, placing her oh so delicately on the little rock shelf near the top before he released her and she dove to the depths of it quickly, swimming around happily, likely glad to have room again. Roman rushed to the bathroom, shouting as he went.

“REMUS CAN I DUMP THIS???”

“GO AHEAD! IF SHE NEEDS TO TRANSFER AGAIN I’LL JUST PUT HER IN IT WHEN ITS EMPTY, SHE CAN SURVIVE OUT OF WATER FOR A BIT”

“WHY IS SHE SO FUCKING SLIMY???”

“SHE'S AN OCTOPUS WHAT DID YOU EXPECT???”

Remus pulled off the gloves and tossed them, placing the tank lid on again before going back to the car to get the rest of her supplies. When he finished unloading, Roman was back out of the bathroom with the tank now placed under the other one in the living room. His hair, which was about shoulder length, was tied up in a hair tie, his bangs pinned up and he was wearing a black crop top with golden print of a crown and shorts. He had a makeup bag in one hand and a hair brush in the other. He had the most sinister smirk on his face.

“K, go take a shower and change into shitty clothes so we can try some faces. Go on! Its 5:45 and I need an hour to get you in order”

Remus opened his mouth and shut it, knowing that Roman was right. He sulked to his room, grabbing some pjs and heading to the bathroom.

“Roman I’m going to look like a clown with all this makeup, why are we even doing this?”

“Because you want to look nice, and you'll look better if you do a little bit of makeup to accentuate your features. And also because you suck at shaving so I'm hiding the welts you gave yourself. He won't want to kiss you if you look like you've been eating out a beehive. Now sit still! We still have to choose your outfit and deal with your hair!”

Remus did as told, pouting as he did so. Roman finally, finally put down the makeup brush. He pulled up a mirror and Remus gasped at his reflection. His face looked clear and smooth, and his cheeks had color. But his eyes were stunning. They were black on the lid, but it faded into a sparkly green shade and gosh Remus loved it.

“I’ll put some lipstick on you when you're done changing. Don’t want to accidentally stain anything”

“Ro I love it!!!!”

“Good. ok clothes next. Where are you guys going?”

Remus blinked and felt himself flush and Roman rolled his eyes. He walked into Remus’ closet with a sigh.

“Typical. Ugh, men. Jay likes anything, he's pretty basic on that, I'd say go to olive garden. Mid Range price but nice aesthetic. Plus he eats bread sticks like an actual snake. He’ll love it. Maybe plan your next date a little more though”

Remus nodded, eternally grateful for the suggestion. He followed Roman as he flipped through his clothes. Roman sighed again.

“You're so lucky I saw his outfit and know it isn't too regal, otherwise I would make you push it to later and buy you new clothes. Here, how about this?”

He pulled out his skull shirt, some ripped jeans, his leather jacket, and his fingerless gloves. Remus smiled.

“He's not against punk?”

“Of fucking course not, did you not see his outfit yesterday? He's a baby pastel punk. He thought you looked good yesterday, he’ll think you’re the sexiest mother fucker tonight if I do this right so get changed”

Remus did so, not caring enough to be modest as he changed in front of his brother. They'd seen each other in less, it didn't matter. He grabbed some socks as well for the outfit, pulling them up before tugging on his jeans. He carefully pulled his shirt over his head, keeping it from hitting his face. He was swinging his arms through his jacket when Roman grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the proper part of his room. He sat down and Roman ruffled his hair before grabbing his hairbrush. 

“Ok so we’re making this look decent. Ok so you’ve got the fucking fade done, so how about the nice swoop?”

“I have no idea what language you're speaking”

“Okay it was a rhetorical question anyways. Lemme grab my gel”

Roman poured a decent heap of gel into his hands, rubbing them together before raking them through Remus’ hair. He then took his comb and moved his hair all over to the right. He pulled a few strands free to fall in his face then pulled away and smiled as he wiped the excess gel off with some wipes. He gestured to the mirror next to Remus and once he looked at it, Remus was once again astounded.

“Roman what the fuck kind of sorcery?”

“I'm a theatre major, I dabble in makeup and hair”

“Dabble???”

“Oh honey you should see Patton at work”

“Roman, grab my docs”

“Which ones?”

Remus knew that while a valid question, it was also meant to tease and he narrowed his eyes at him. He pointed at the ones still on his shelf that had skulls. He rarely wore them, and was ecstatic at having the chance to. Roman brought them to him and he slipped them on with practiced ease.

“I think you owe me for this”

“If I give you Logan's number will we be even?”

Roman sputtered and blushed but nodded shyly. Remus grinned. He texted Logan to get his ok, which he got instantly, then sent the number to Roman.

“There you go! Now, I have a date to get to!”

“You have his address?”

“Of course not”

“You fucking spoon. I’ll text it to you”

“At least I’m not gaysexual”

“What the absolute fuck did you just say?”

“Spoonsexual?”

“Leave before I break your fucking neck”

“Fair, have a nice day”

Remus pulled up to Janus’ dorm room expecting many things. None of which he got. Janus was dressed in a black crop top with a turtleneck, a high waisted pastel yellow skirt that reached his mid thighs, and soft yellow thigh high socks. He was wearing bright yellow converse and had a golden flower headband. Remus thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. When Janus gets in his car he finally tears his eyes away as he goes to start driving again.

“You look nice Jan”

“As do you”

Remus avoids speaking, hoping that Janus will start talking and getting more anxious as he doesn't. Janus is playing with his skirt wait, his? Is his still a thing?

“Might I ask if you're still using he him pronouns?”

Janus looks up suddenly and smiles as a blush forms on their? Face.

“Oh, yeah, he/him all around, they them is good as well, but yeah”

“Ok cool”

“...I’m sorry I’m being so awkward, I'm a little on edge”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not in the slightest actually. Um, where are we going?”

“My two brain cells fucked off and didn't think of that until about an hour ago, but Roman told me you liked olive garden so we’re going to olive garden”

Janus giggled and god if Remus wasn’t already gay, he wouldve been the ambassador of queerland to hear that again. He smiled and sent him a quick look, feeling his cheeks darken as he saw Janus looking at him.

“That sounds great! So um, how's the musical going?”

“Hm? Oh, it's going well. Uh, sort of. I've gotten a bit stuck on the script, and Roman’s hit a roadblock in the songs. I'm a little uh, let's say bad, at writing things like this. It's uh, it's far more tame than my usual stuff, but Roman isn't one for my more graphic shit, you know how it is. He's all unicorns and rainbows and im blood and porn, so writing something he would like is tricky to say the least. It's far easier to just translate all my night terrors and intrusive thoughts to paper than to actually be creative”

“Well, your night terrors and intrusive thoughts may be you know, normal or whatever to you, but I'm sure your writings about them are just as good! Creativity takes many forms and seeks different inspiration! I would love to see more of your writing, if it's ok with you?”

“Oh, no they're, they're shitty, you don't want to see them. They're about eldritch monsters and serial killers and they're really bad, I don't want to subject you to that”

“Nonsense! Like I said, I'm sure they’re amazing! But if you're uncomfortable showing me, then that's ok too”

Remus shuts up, avoiding the end of this conversation. Except he digs absently in the back seat and pulls out a notebook, handing it to Janus.

“It's filled with them. It's my last notebook, I suggest you just borrow it and not try and read them over dinner. Some of them make me a little sick to read. But uh, yeah. Go ahead”

Janus looks at it, the little doodles that are sprawled over the cover, and then looks at Remus with his eyes filled with stars. And Remus almost crashes, he’ll admit it, but that is a look that no one has ever given him before and he might actually die this time. They're at olive garden though, so he gets out and rushes to the other side to open the door for Janus who giggles again.

“So where'd you come up with the idea for the musical?”

Remus looked up from his food at Janus. Janus had his hands pressed together and he looked insatiable for answers. He smiled, licking his lips before explaining.

“When me and Roman were kids one of our favorite movies was the nutcracker. Around the same time that he said he wanted to write a musical, our uncle took us to the ballet of the Nutcracker live, it was our Christmas present from him. It was, well it was magical. So that was part of it. But like, as a kid I always loved reading. I found that I had loved some characters more than I had loved anyone outside my family. I had crushes throughout my life, but none of them really worked out, so I ran back to stories, it gave me something permanent and I dunno, I had a recurring dream where I would wake up and the hero or villain of my favorite books would be there and would love me. It's uh, it's a bit pathetic now that I say it out loud”

“No! Its, cute”

Janus was leaning on his hand as he stared and listened to Remus, moving to be more attentive in his posture, both arms on the table, with an insistent look on his face at Remus’ last words.

“It's not pathetic to want to be loved! It's hard to feel like you aren’t. I used theater as my escape from my shitty situation, and now I'm in college spending more money than I will ever use on anything else to pursue my escape as my reality. Sometimes it seems silly, but it makes me happy, so it's not useless. I mean, what other group would look at some guy with scars enough to play Deadpool who wears frilly skirts for fun and accept him? Definitely not any group from my home”

Remus frowns a bit.

“Anyone with half a brain”

Janus smiles at him.

Remus was dropping Janus off. He did not want to be dropping him off, he wanted to be taking him home and talking mindlessly for hours about nothing and everything, but Janus had to go, he had a shift in the morning. And Remus did as well, but all he could think of was how wonderful the night had been, and he didn't want it to end. They were standing outside, had been for a while, both of them trying to drag this out. Janus shivered and Remus immediately toar off his jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders. Janus was blushing again.

“You don't have to do that, I'm right outside my door!”

“Yeah, but this way I have an excuse to see you again”

Janus smiled and shuffled slightly. He mumbled something incoherent and Remus’ eyebrow rose.

“What was that?”

“I would really like to kiss you, if that's alright?”

Remus felt his skin burning at the question. He nodded, leaning down to kiss him. It wasn't fireworks. It was a chocolate fountain, soft and sweet and smooth, and they were pulling away and Janus looked completely blissed out. Remus felt the same way as he leaned back against the car again. He smirked and gestured to the dorm.

“You should probably head in, it's getting late”

“Yeah. yeah I should. I don't want to but I should. Um, I'll see you again?”

“That jacket is too expensive to leave with someone I don't plan on seeing again”

Janus smiled and nodded. He finally turned to go inside, and Remus waited until the door shut behind him to get back in his car and drive home. He starts the ignition as his phone rings.

“Roman holy shit Roman I’m in love help”

“Of course you are”

“Roman he wanted to read my stories”

“Well yeah, he's already shown interest in your writing-”

“No but the dark shit Roman, the nightmare fuel the terrors and murderers and the dark gritty shit I never show anyone”

“Yeah, he's really into that kinda thing. He's a fan of that genre”

“But he's, he's so soft!”

“Yeah, you only just got to his second layer of that, he's got a bunch of soft covering up the gritty fucked up interior. His words not mine. He's got some shit buried, Patton knows a bit more than me, but he really tries to keep that hidden. I knew you two would hit it off, you're very similar”

“I want to know it all Ro. I want to know everything about him, I want to know what he's afraid of and what his parents told him before bed and what dreams he has and what makes him tick and god I want to kiss him forever and never stop”

“That is the sappiest thing you've ever said. Want some coffee?”

“It's almost midnight”

“Did I stutter?”

~

Roman was distracted. He was at work, so he really shouldn't be, he didn't really have the time, but he and Logan had been texting since Remus sent him his number, and Roman had caught feelings hard. He was super hot honestly, which was unfair Roman thought, he's half his size he shouldn't be allowed to be so attractive. But they had been sending selfies back and forth, mostly because they were both too occupied with their hands and Roman fucking adored it. There was one of Logan in a tie that was slightly loosened and he was giving the camera some sort of smoulder. Roman had decided after that to explain that he was working and turn off his phone. He went to the back of the shop to grab some replacement baked goods to bring up front and he thanks his years in dance that he didn't fall when he saw Logan at the counter. He was still in his polo and tie, but the tie had been tightened and he looks significantly more innocent than he did in the photo. Roman set down the boxes and moved to greet him.

“Howdy hot stuff, haven't seen you around here, what are you craving?”

Logan smirked back. Suddenly Roman was grateful the shop was in a lull, and he's sure Logan was too as he looked him up and down.

“Well, if we’re honest I'm in the mood for a tall cup of sexy, but it doesn't seem like you're on the menu, so I'll go with a salted caramel mocha. I think its a close second in sweetness”

Roman is completely red, very unprepared for any of what was said. Logan's smirk breaks into a smile and he laughs. And Roman quickly gets to preparing his drink before he combusts. He mutters the price quietly as he makes it.

“Aren't you supposed to have me pay first? Or am I being treated by a knight in shining armor?”

“You're going to give me a heart attack, I hope you know”

“You can't expect to tease me and get away without consequence can you? You'd have to take me to dinner first to get away with that”

“I did not tease you, if anything, you were teasing me, you foul beast!”

“Oh so me sending a picture of me in full clothes is teasing, but you in your gym outfit is just the norm?”

“Of course!”

“Mhmm. keep telling yourself that hot stuff. I suppose if I did the same, you would find no problem then?”

“Wha, you go to the gym?”

“Yes, it is healthy and I attempt to keep a healthy lifestyle. In a word… duh”

Roman felt warm all over again, far more attracted to the idea than he was consciously ok with. The two had been flirting incessantly, and Roman may have teased the poor nerd a bit, but he still didn't deserve this!

“So then if the price of free teasing is dinner, then how about dinner tonight?”

“Hmm, irresponsible to wait until the day of to ask someone to dinner, but I am free tonight, so consider yourself lucky. 7 work?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be waiting for your fine ass at 7”

“Oh dear, how have you ever wooed a woman? How dare you objectify me like I'm a hunk of meat?”

“You're definitely a hunk, that's for sure. A true himbo”

“Falsehood, I have a functioning brain, you are the himbo between the two of us”

Logan grinned at him as he finished paying and took his drink. He waved as he walked away.

“Seeya tonight sweetcheeks!”

Roman didn't know what he signed up for but he was so in.

“Yeah so you don't have to worry about dinner tonight, I've managed to seduce Logan into dinner with me”

“Is that how it happened? Logan told a very different story”

“Ok no, but don't let the truth get in the way of a good story!”

“Yeah sure whatever, I guess that means I'm getting the house to myself?”

“Yup! If jay comes over please try to remember our agreement and dont fuck in the common areas?”

“What? One, of course not, I’m not a heathen, and two, we’ve been on one date, I’m a gentleman, no sex until at least the third date!”

“Mhmm. likely story”

“Oh, and one last request, if shit happens with you two, don't tell me anything you wouldn't say in a pg13 movie. If it's worse I don't want to know, I still have to go to class with him on Monday”

“Deal”

“What's cooking good looking?”

Logan was stepping in the car and rolled his eyes at the line.

“No idea, you're the one in charge of food if I can recall”

Roman thinks it's very rude how easily the nerd can manage to take his breath away. He pouts a little.

“Why were you so shy when I first met you, cuz you obviously aren't”

“Nerves. I wasn't expecting to meet someone attractive when dropping off Remus’ belongings and I startle easily”

“Attractive huh?”

“Don't get too excited, if there's nothing else other than good looks I don't imagine this will go anywhere”

“Fair, I could say the same to you”

Logan sent him a sideways glance. He was also ungodly attractive. He was wearing a black v neck shirt, black jeans, and a blazer and Roman didn't think anyone could pull off a nerd look and be hot but counter evidence was sitting in his passenger seat. Roman was wearing white jeans, a simple gryffindor t-shirt, and his letterman jacket from his high school that was a nice red and gold. He also had simple makeup done, as well as his hair being tied back, leaving his bangs to frame his face purposefully. He was really hoping this went somewhere.

“So, where are we going, might I ask?”

“Depends, do you like Japanese cuisine?”

“Yes, I'm a fan of it, why?”

“Well it was between cheesecake factory and Benihana, and we have now decided”

“Benihana? Roman, that's really expensive, we don't have to go there, I know I joked about you buying the ability to tease, but you don't have to pour a fortune into a first date!”

“Nonsense! As you said, I teased you unfairly, consider it an apology and a bribe”

“...I can already tell that you're even more stubborn than your brother”

“We came by it honestly!”

“So you're a theater major right? So you do the big three, acting, singing, and dancing? I imagine you aren't a fan of writing considering Remus is writing for your musical, but do you do any traditional arts?”

Roman was mid bite of sushi when the question came. He set down his chopsticks and grabbed his napkin to cover his mouth as he finished chewing. He finally set it down and smiled.

“I am and I do, but I do enjoy writing, but it's garbage compared to what Remus writes. As much as I'm not a fan of his subject matters, his writing is undeniably amazing. My writing is very ah, fluffy. Not much sustenance. And like, fanfiction, but that isn't like, real writing-”

“Fanfiction is real writing. Every idea is based and influenced by countless things, sometimes without realizing it. Besides, it takes a lot of the most menial and boring part of the storytelling process out. Exposition is just as difficult to write as it is to read, in fanfictions you get to start right where the interesting part starts, no boring history that means nothing to the plot other than for throwaway lines. Sorry for interrupting I just have uh, I have strong opinions on the subject. Continue, please”

Roman might’ve gone red again but he was shocked at Logan's response. It felt… nice to have the validation in the writing he enjoys. He did however, go back to the original question.

“Um, and uh, yeah I do traditional art, I don't really get? Digital art? It's just confusing to me so I just do the bare sketchbook. I think I have some pictures of them on my phone if you'd like to see them?”

“I'm actually quite intrigued. May i?”

Roman grabbed his phone and pulled up his gallery, choosing his art folder and handed Logan the phone. He went back to eating as Logan scrolled through.

“You and Remus have such similar styles in art, I'm surprised. Definitely different tastes in what you draw, but the style itself is almost indistinguishable. Did you learn together?”

“Hmm? I mean, yeah sort of. We both drew a lot when we were little, but other than the little doodles in his musical notebook I haven't seen any of his art in years”

“Hmm. I suppose that makes sense, he's very secretive and protective of his creative works. I wasn’t ever allowed to see his writing until we were paired for a writing project. Creativity is incredibly personal, and while many seek validation and approval, he seems to fit the other type that fears rejection. I can assure you, his art looks a lot like yours but far more ah, violent. And usually a fair amount of tentacles”

Roman smiled softly, he was happy to know that Remus hadn’t stopped drawing. Logan was still swiping through, eating rather absentmindedly. Suddenly Logan sat up and Roman swore that his eyes glittered.

“Is this the Marquis de Carabas???”

Roman looked at the phone and indeed it was an image of his version of the character. He nodded and smiled as Logan smiled back.

“Yeah, I was messing with plague doctor masks, and I had just finished the book. He was always very birdlike to me, so I thought it fit”

“Roman this is incredible! His coat is perfect and, and his hat? Goodness, this is so pretty!!!”

“Meh, it's not my best. I drew Door as well, I think she's a better piece personally”

“I didn't take you as someone who would like Gaiman”

“Remus loves him and he's another talented author. Besides, Terry Pratchet was one of my favorite authors and I fucking love Good Omens. Oh and I grew up on Doctor Who so that also helped”

“You like Doctor Who?”

“Hell yeah! It's probably in my top favorite TV shows I've ever watched”

Roman was walking Logan to his door and they were still chatting when they reached it.

“This was nice Roman. Thanks for taking me out”

“My pleasure. I got to spend a nice night with a radiant man”

He smirked and was ready to watch Logan step inside when Logan grabbed his jacket and yanked him down into a kiss. He stood there with his arms awkwardly floating for a moment before he wrapped them around Logan's waist. It was quick, Logan pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first I-”

Roman leaned back in, crashing his lips against Logan’s,and it felt like a forest fire. Logan wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck and smiled into it. It was passionate and wild and warm and Roman felt like every inch of his skin was burning and he never wanted to let go. They did though, and Roman stared a moment at Logan's face, admiring the blush that colored it. He knew he wasn't any better. They stayed there until Logan finally spoke.

“Do you um, do you want to come inside?”

Roman released him, and had to hold back a chuckle at the sad whine that left Logan when he did so. He leaned back in, placing a small kiss on his nose before stepping back.

“Sorry doll, not on the first date. ‘Sides, I have work in the morning. Maybe next time though. Text me”

Logan nodded and watched longingly as Roman got in his car and drove away. He sighed softly before stepping inside of his home, reminding himself to get another date with Roman, and soon.

Roman was about to shout about how his date went when he walked in, but he saw the lights in the house were all off. He walked to the living room and cooed at the scene he was greeted by. Remus was sprawled over the couch, one leg on the floor and one arm over the back of the couch, and Janus laying on top of him, curled up small with his head over Remus’ chest and Remus’ other arm wrapped protectively around him. The two were both passed out and Roman chuckled. He went to his room and came back with a blanket to cover them with before going to his room to sleep as well.

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Shouting In Cafes: Chapter Eight

After Thoughts

Sun hasn’t shown up to the coffee shop in awhile, and Neptune might have caught slightly more feelings from their drive than he is prepared to deal with.

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“I don’t like him, Jaune.”

“Really? Because after your little joy ride with him, you texted me freaking out about how you were admiring his beautiful hair and his beautiful eyes and his beautiful hands and-”

“Monster hands! Monster hands that need to see a nail salon. He probably just sticks them in his mouth and rips them off, God help me.”

“Hey! The point is, is that because you were scared about it doesn’t make those feelings go away.”

“They weren’t feelings! They were just observations that I overthought.”

“Really? Because now you’re asking where he is. And looking forlornly towards the door.”

Neptune was in fact doing both of those things. He leaned on a broom, peering past the pinkish autumn evening light and into the parking lot. Sun had stuck to his word. He hadn’t turned up at The Daily Grind since two weeks ago, the night of the race that wasn’t really a race.

Not in a million years did Neptune expect that idiot to stick to his word, and yet there he stood. Alone with Jaune. And annoyingly worried.

Neptune dropped his broom to the side and turned his gaze towards Jaune. His cheeks were puffed out in annoyance at a lock of hair that kept falling in front of his eyes. 

Neptune sighed and leaned even further onto the broom if that was even possible. “Look. I’ve seen how he handles his own well-being now and I’m not really set at ease by it. I haven’t seen him at school.”

Jaune crossed his arms. “You never saw him in the first place.”

“Yeah, but the deal was that he wouldn’t visit me here. At work.” Neptune ran a hand through his hair, fixing it in the reflective side of the coffee machine. “I assumed he would’ve tried to visit me at college.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure his exact wording was ‘I’ll leave you alone.’”

Neptune snorted, glancing over at him. “Your Sun impression is awful.”

“It’s not that bad!”

“You sound like the Green Giant.”

Jaune hit him in the arm. Neptune winced. He always forgot that under his awkward nerdy exterior, Jaune was fucking strong as hell.

“Anyway!” he huffed, giving Neptune a look. The one where he tried glaring but ended up smiling good naturedly through it. “So what if you like him? What’s the big deal?”

“He’s a dick.”

“Not really.”

“He’s straight.”

“You don’t kno-”

“He’s straight, Jaune,” Neptune said firmly.

“...Yeah,” Jaune sighed dejectedly.

“I’m not crushing on another straight guy. Not that I found him attractive in the first place. But even if I did, I’m done with straight guys. No thank you.” He said this with as much conviction as he could muster. Almost managed to convince himself.

“Neptune.” Jaune looked incredibly doubtful.

“I’m fine.” 

Jaune put his hand on his shoulder in a gesture that would’ve been awkward and condescending if it had been coming from anyone else. “Dude, if you really care that much, try to find him at school tomorrow.”

“I don’t care,” he insisted, shrugging off his hand.

Jaune gave him another look. The one with his brow lowered and his hands on his hips in a move that had to be adopted from one of his sisters. 

He shoved his hand into his apron pocket, his name tag attached upside down. Unintentionally, Neptune was sure. The flowers and smiley faces surrounding his name were a sure sign that at some point either Nora or Ruby Rose had gotten hold of it. Possibly both of them.

Jaune produced his phone. He swiped to messages, and cleared his throat, glancing meaningfully at Neptune.

“‘Jaune, help! I think I just thought Sun was hot!’” Out came his approximation of Neptune’s voice. It was lowered too far and sounded a little like he had a cold. He also used a surfer dude accent.

“That’s not at all what I sound li-”

“I asked ‘what happened?’ like a good friend,” Jaune continued, flicking up his eyes from the phone. “You replied: ‘I don’t know! We jumped a hill in his bright blue Mustang and I started laughing because of the panic and then I passed out and I woke up and he was right by my face. I noticed his eyes and hair and hands and stuff. It was really weird and I don’t know what’s going on.’”

Jaune stared at him. Neptune stared back. He was silent. Then, “I was really tired, obviously, that doesn’t prove anyth-”

“I said,” Jaune interrupted. Neptune closed his mouth. “‘Wow, Neptune. That’s pretty gay of you.’ You said, ‘I know.’” He looked up at Neptune again, and tilted his head.

Too smug.

“I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Jaune snorted. “You sure weren’t.”

“Jaune!”

“What?”

“Stop smiling! I am not gay for Sun Wukong!”

“But you could be.”

“Oh my God.”

“Run to him, Neptune,” Jaune declared dramatically, doing an incredible impression of Nora.

“Remind me why we’re friends?”

“I act as a restraint on your personality.”

“Yeah right.”

Neptune pinched his brow, puffing out a sigh. “Jaune, please believe me when I say that I don’t like him.”

He glanced over at Neptune with narrowed eyes, scepticism painting every line of his face. Finally, he let out a breath and rolled his eyes, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “Fine! Fine. I believe you.”

“Thank you.”

“But when you two start making out in the backroom, don’t c-”

“Jaune!”

“Fine!” He nudged Neptune away from the counter before taking up residence beside him, planting his chin in his hands. “Then why are we still staring at the door?”

“It’s… Weird,” Neptune began at a crawl. “You would expect someone like him to just come in anyway. So why isn’t he?”

“Maybe because you don’t actually know him,” Jaune posited. “You met him like a month ago, and the only words you’ve exchanged were over shitty coffee.”

“Language, Jaune!”

“I can curse! Shut up!” he exclaimed, standing bolt upright and flushing pink. 

Neptune snorted. “Yeah, sure you can.”

“Besides,” Jaune sighed, plowing ahead despite the interruptions. “The only things you’ve said about him were how he was the dick frat boy stereotype. People aren’t really stereotypes, man.”

“He is.”

Jaune glared at him. “No, he’s not.” He paused. “Probably.”

“Fine,” Neptune conceded, leaning against the back wall and crossing his arms. “He still doesn’t really seem the type to hold up his end of promises.”

Jaune shrugged. “Maybe he just likes you.”

“Jaune,” Neptune said, warningly.

“In a friend way.”

“Sure.”

“I’m being serious!”

“Oaky, okay.”

“Or in another way, hypothetically speaking, who knows right?” Jaune said, smiling cheekily and jumping away to dodge Neptune’s swipe.

Or he tried to jump away. All he actually managed to do was jump to dodge the hit, cheer in triumph when he succeeded, and then promptly slip and fall onto the ground anyway. After helping his coworker to his feet, Neptune sighed and leaned back onto the wall, raking his eyes over the coffee shop.

The coffee shop was nearly empty, the air filled with the aromas of coffee beans and caramel, yet somehow it still remained stagnant. The soft bass of the coffee shop playlist pumped through speakers overhead. 

The clacking of nails against laptop keys issued from Weiss’s distant corner. Calm light was streaming through the unopening glass cafe door, staining the floor with the colors of fall. He didn’t miss him. He was just bored.

As if reading his mind, Jaune’s expression softened and he said, “Dude, if you miss him-”

“I don’t miss him.” He might have responded slightly too quickly. But who was there to call him on it?

“Okay. If you’re worried about him…” Jaune amended, watching his face for any sign that he was going to get cut off. When Neptune said nothing, he plowed on. “...Just find him at school.”

“No.” No way. No freaking way was he going to voluntarily look for that idiot during the little free time he got.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want him to think we’re friends.” Neptune shrugged.

“Do you have friends?”

Neptune turned to him, expecting malintention to show up on his face. But no. It was just a gentle smile, curling blonde hair that didn’t stay put, and a smattering of freckles across his nose. A kind face. An approachable face. A face Neptune didn’t let anywhere near him for the first few months of knowing him.

“I have you,” he said, more sincerely than he thought himself capable of being.

Jaune rolled his eyes. “Besides me.”

Neptune thought for a second. Scarlet? Probably. Weiss? Less than probably. Most of the people he could maybe say he was friends with, they were really friends with Jaune. He was friendly with many, flirtatious with more, but did he really have any friends other than Jaune? “Not really,” he said finally, and more than a little sullenly.

“Yeah,” Jaune said and gave him a smile. A sad smile. Jaune wasn’t one to hide his feelings. Neptune hated pity even at the worst of times, but somehow Jaune was so genuine it made it okay. “Make some friends, dude. Please. He seems nice, and he has good intentions.”

“He does?”

“Totally. I’ve got a good sense about these things.”

“What about that Winchester dude?”

“We don’t talk about him, shut up.”

Neptune looked over at Jaune, still keeping his arms crossed. Jaune meanwhile, just looked hopeful. Like a puppy.

“Fine,” Neptune huffed and rolled his eyes. “But not for him.”

“That works for me!”

#rwby #neptune vasilias #jaune arc #sun wukong #seamonkeys #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #cardin winchester #mine #my writing #writing wednesday #shouting in cafes #chapter 8 #coffee shop rwby

[lesbian-peanut-writer]

Punishment!

This is just a little something I whipped up in order to kill someone over on Discord. Hope you all like Mirio, cause this is about that Sunshine as I imagine him to be as an Alpha. The prompt was something along the lines of another man seeing his Omega in lingerie and he finds out so he punishes her. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to hit me up with your writing ideas or picture ideas.

~Lesbian Peanut

Warnings: contains possessive behaviour

Your lips pulled up into a soft, coy smile as you turned your body, your eyes trained on your slender figure being reflected back at you by the mirror before you and took in what they were seeing. You were absolutely in love! Why? Simple really, you had just managed to find something that you simply had to have and nothing in this world was going to stop you from getting your tiny little hands on it! You felt giddy as you ran your fingers down over the sheer material of the lingerie that was clinging to your skin, hugging your body in all the right places. You pinched at the material of your bra, satisfied with how the lace material was still supporting your breasts and holding them up in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Your eyes travelled lower over your reflection, coming to rest on the black thigh highs that adorned your long legs. You had been lucky enough to spot them on the way to the change room and had instantly knew they would be the finishing piece to your outfit. You moved your fingers down to tug at the top of the thigh-highs, smiling as the silicone top clung to your leg, held up in place by the garter-straps leading down from the garter-skirt. 

You absolutely loved the outfit but you were never sure about anything that had to do with this sort of thing, a second opinion was something you desperately wanted. You moved around in the change booth slowly, poking your head out of the curtain and looking around the rather lavish interior of the shop. You hoped there would be someone within the vicinity that would be able and willing to lend you their opinion of your choice of lingerie. Your eyes widened and your smile grew as your eyes landed on a young man standing across from the change rooms. You watched him for a moment, he was hanging lingerie up on hangers before placing them on the racks, great; he worked here!

“Excuse me, would you mind giving me a hand over here please?” You called over to him, tilting your head to the side slightly in an inviting manner.

He blinked before turning his head to look over at you, his eyes never falling any lower than where your head was poking out of the curtain. He was a Beta; you could smell that from where you were standing and you were actually grateful for that factor. It was no secret in society that Betas had a lot more control over their urges than that of an Alpha or an Omega, both of which tended to have high libidos. “Of course, give me a minute sugar and I’ll be over to help you.” He flashed you a warm and comforting smile as he moved to finish the last few pieces he had to hang up. You watched him as he walked over to the change room, crossing his arms over his lower abdomen as he looked down into your eyes. “What can I do for you today, sugar?”

“I was just wondering if you might be comfortable enough to give me your honest opinion about the set I’ve picked out, please?” You asked sheepishly, looking up into his deep eyes as you searched for some form of discomfort within them.

“Sure thing, before you freak out sweets, know that I’m gay and I’m not about to try feeling you up in any way, sugar.” His smile softened as he spoke the words and a sense of security washed over you as you nodded your head and stepped out of the change room for him, giving a slow twirl. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you could hear him click his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Risqué I’d say sugar. Is this something for a special someone, your Alpha perhaps?”

Of course, the one thing that had flashed through your mind the moment the scandalous set of clothing had caught your attention from its place in the shop window was that of the look on your Alpha’s face when he got his eyes on you in it. He was special after all; you couldn’t ask for a better Alpha and you would give anything to have him stay by your side until the end of days. You blushed darkly as you sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth, chewing on the tender flesh relentlessly as you gave thought to your Alpha. You turned your head, stealing a glance over your shoulder to the mirror as you looked at how the lingerie sat from behind. Your arse was showing, the garter-skirt covering just the top of your cheeks and you knew that was something that would please your Alpha; he was a bit of an arse man! The thong sat perfectly too, it didn't ride too high and it certainly wasn't making you uncomfortable in any places.

"Of course, it is, that blush is a dead giveaway sugar." He said as he smiled, brushing his fingers over his jaw as he watched you take in the lingerie. "But you know sugar, your Alpha will love it more if you wear it properly."

"What do you mean?" You questioned, turning your head back around to look at the man in confusion.

"The straps and the garter aren't sitting right. Let me fix them for you, shouldn't take too long."

You nodded as you looked down at the sheer fabric, you had thought you'd done a rather good job with getting it right but who were you to argue with this guy?! Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped under the spaghetti strap of the bra, moving along it swiftly before adjusting the length properly. You took note of what the man was doing, noticing how he was familiar with the placement of the straps. His fingers were cold each time they made contact with your skin, excusing himself when his fingers brushed a little too high on your thigh. Had he been an Alpha you probably would have decked him, but he was a Beta and besides he had already told you he was gay. You waited until he was done before turning to look in the mirror, the changes were minor but still noticeable to your eyes. Small things like where the garter-straps attached to the stockings or how long the straps were to begin with.

"Looking much better sugar, now you just need to flaunt it to your Alpha and they'll be craving your body."

You giggled as you blushed furiously, covering your cheeks as you turned your body this way and that. "I'm almost scared to take it off… I don't think I could get it back looking like this." You whispered as you poked at your breast, it was now sitting higher than it had been before and that was something you hadn't been expecting.

"Oh, no need to take it off. Leave it on, I can just bring it up on the system. We often have Omegas come in here and wish to leave in the lingerie they have on, it's no big deal sugar."

Your squeal of joy had been slightly on the deafening side but after a quick reminded to put your clothes back on it wasn't long before you were off to pay for your newest edition to your wardrobe. You left the small boutique with your garments safely tucked away against your body under your dress, your mind already focused on the events you desired to happen that night. You were giddy the whole way home, almost forgetting to call into the store on your way home in order to pick something up for that night's dinner.

Upon arriving home, you were quick to deposit dinner away into the fridge and leave it until you needed to prepare it. Your mind was elsewhere, weaving your way through the house; the layout known by heart as your sought out the bedroom you shared with your Alpha. Nothing else in the house registered to your senses as you stepped inside your bedroom, dropping your bag onto the floor before moving to take your dress off. You smiled as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror to the side of the room, the set really did compliment your body well.

A low, hungry growl sounded from right behind you and yet it served as no warning for the hands that gripped your hips and pulled you back against a firm body. You gasped as teeth made contact with your ear and your arse was pressed against a powerful thigh. You made to turn your head but the warning growl that sounded from next to your ear, had you whimpering and continuing to face forwards.

"You went shopping!" He whispered against your ear as he trailed his right hand up over your exposed stomach. "Did you have fun in the lingerie boutique?"

Your eyes widened as you realised, he knew where you had been and he was aware that you had been buying lingerie to wear for him. "H-how…?"

"Izuku called, he saw something that he couldn't believe." He explained calmly, his left-hand tightening on your hip as his right hand dragged over your stomach, his nails clawing at your skin harshly. "A certain someone being touched!"

Your heart sank as realisation suddenly washed over you and it crashed into the pit of your stomach like a tidal wave. You had messed up, thinking nothing of the Betas thoughtful and helpful actions in the boutique; you were now aware of your mistake. You had let him touch your skin!

You squealed and whined as he moved with you, slamming you up against the wall, his body pressing against your back firmly as he caged you beneath him. "M-Mirio…" You whined out to your Alpha as you squirmed beneath him.

"I can smell him; his scent is on your skin and it's frustrating! I don't care who he is, you're mine (Name) and that means only I see you like this!" Mirio growled as his hands ran up along your sides, moving around to cup your full breasts in his large hands.

You mewled and pressed your chest forwards, craving more contact between yourself and your Alpha. His low rumble from behind had you going still as he kneaded your breasts in his hands, pulling soft moans from your lips.

"I would take my time to explore you but I just want to scent you, have you covered in my smell and fill you with my seed!" He growled as he moved his left hand under your garter-skirt, pulling at your thong. "I'm going to fuck you (Name), I'm going to fuck you into next week or until your begging me to stop. Hear me, little Omega?"

You whined and mewled at him in response, wiggling your hips back for him as he pulled your thong down along your thighs. "Y-yes Alpha!" You whispered breathlessly as he twisted your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Undo your garter-straps!” He ordered as he shifted his weight behind you, leaning into your body more as he nipped down your neck.

You nodded obediently as you slipped your hands down along your thighs, gripping the garter-strap clasps in your fingers before releasing them from the stockings. You gasped and whined as Mirio bit down on your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin as he growled and the rumble vibrated through your back. His hands ghosting over your skin as he pushed your thong down your legs before letting it go to fall around your ankles. You whimpered in need as he slipped his hand under your garter-skirt, his fingers slipping between your thighs and inching closer to your folds. You blinked when he pulled his hand away from your thigh, mewling when he grabbed your hips roughly and pulled them back against his own. You couldn’t hold back your soft moans as he sucked on your shoulder before pulling his head back, licking around the shell of your ear.

“Spread!”

A singular word, that was all that was needed to turn you into putty in his hands. You cooed back at him softly as you shifted your legs, spreading them wide for him as you lifted your arse for him slightly. You smiled as you heard his hungered growl sound from behind you, it sent shivers through your body when you heard him growl like that so close to you. You squealed as Mirio forced your body against the wall more, his right hand gripping your right thigh as he dug his nails in and broke your skin.

“What a naughty Omega I have, letting another man touch you like that.” Mirio growled as he bit along your neck, his teeth brushing over your scent gland momentarily before ghosting higher along your neck. “Bad Girl!”

You screamed out as Mirio thrust his dick up into your heat, his knot pressing against your folds firmly as he bit into your scent gland. You whined in submission as his left hand dragged over your stomach and his nails dug into your skin. Whimpers and moans of pleasure fell from your lips as Mirio picked up a relentless pace, his anger shifting into his driving force as he punished your body. You mewled as he slammed into your body, his body hot against your own as he pressed you into the wall more.

Mirio snarled as he thrust his hips harshly, busying his dick to his knot as he chewed on your scent gland. It absolutely annoyed him that he was able to smell another man on your skin, he wanted nothing more than to mark your body up and have you covered in his scent! He growled as he let go of your thigh, moving his right hand up to your hair and tangling his fingers deep into your luscious locks. He smirked darkly as he pulled on your hair, jarring your head back and using his height over you to look down into your eyes. He groaned as he thrust his hips harder and faster, pushing his knot against your folds with each thrust, threatening to bury it within your heat. He flashed his wicked smile down to you moments before pulling your head to the side and biting down on the crook of your neck.

You cried out his name, bucking your hips back as he continued to thrust his hips ruthlessly. You shuddered as his left hand drifted higher over your stomach, his fingers pulling at the thin material under your breasts. He moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it before slipping his hand inside your bra and pulling your breast free from the restraining lacy material. You whined needily, rolling your hips back against his as you ran your hands up along the wall in an attempt to steady yourself as he continued his rough treatment. A scream was ripped from your lips as his hand came down against your arse firmly, the sound crisp to your ears before being drowned out by his riveting growl.

“I didn’t say you could move!” He growled as he pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling it before pulling on the tender numb.

“Y-yes Alpha, I’m sorry.” You whispered as you peeked over your shoulder at him, his eyes trained on your face as a wicked smirk pulled at the edges of his lips.

You blinked as Mirio pulled out of your body slowly, his hands sliding down to your hips before gripping them roughly as he nipped over your back. You squealed in shock as he spun you around quickly, your feet leaving the ground as he lifted your body and slammed your back against the wall. You were about to protest to him before your voice was stolen away in a cry of pleasure, his dick thrusting back inside you as he growled hungrily. You moaned and whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as you rested your hands on his shoulders. Whimpers left your lips as Mirio resumed his relentless pace, thrusting his hips forwards against yours as he buried his dick inside you with each powerful thrust. You moaned heatedly as you leaned your head to the side for your Alpha, your mind clouded as you allowed yourself to get lost in his antics.

Mirio smirked as he watched your head loll back, resting against the wall as your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth parted to let your moans pass freely. He groaned as he thrust his hips harder, dipping his head down between your breasts before biting at the skin there. His eyes shifted to the small embellishment that hung between your breasts, dangling delicately from the lace that helped keep your breasts sitting so perfectly. He chuckled to himself as he moved his right hand, gripping your arse firmly and digging his nails in as he used his left hand to pull your other breast free of the restraining material. He growled hungrily as he dipped his head, his teeth finding their mark against your tender flesh as he set about marking up you body. Your moans and laboured breathing the only thing filling his ears as he bit across your chest, decorating your pearlescent skin with his teeth marks. His hips snapped forwards harshly, his knot pressing tighter against your folds as he relentlessly continued his pace.

Your head flew forwards as Mirio thrust his hips, the head of his dick hitting that tender spot inside of you and causing a wave of pleasure to wash over your body. You cried out his name as your left hand flew to his hair, tangling into the little hairs at the nape of his neck as your hips uncontrollably rocked forwards. Mirio groaned as he bucked his hips, a devilish smile curving his lips as he tangled his left hand into your hair and ripped your head back, exposing your throat to him in full. Your eyes widened as you mewled from the force of his actions, your thoughts finally catching up with your Alpha’s actions. He bit his way up your chest before latching his teeth onto your throat, displaying his dominance over you in the most absolute way there was for you. You whimpered in submission as you let your right hand slide down along his back.

“MINE!” Mirio snarled against your throat as he moved his hips harder, his knot threatening to push past your folds. “You will always be mine!”

“Of course, Mi…” His growl was more than enough to silence you and make you correct yourself. “O-of course I will, A-Alpha.” You cooed as you rubbed soothing circles over his back and slid your eyes shut. It felt good to have your Alpha like this with you, though it wasn’t your intention to have him claim you like this; it felt good nonetheless!

You whimpered as he pinched your arse, his teeth pulling on the skin over your throat as he made sure to leave a mark for all to see. You moaned loudly as he slammed into you harder, his hips grinding against yours as he pulled on your hair roughly. You dragged your nails over his back, satisfied by the feral snarl that left his lips moments before he lifted his head and looked down into your eyes. You whined in submission, leaning your head forwards partially and tucking it under his chin. A low rumble passed through his chest as he began to move his hips faster, pushing himself deeper within you. You whined in need, pulling at his hair as you started to whimper his name.

Mirio smirked as he moved his hips, pulling them back and snapping them forwards harshly as he watched your eyes glaze over from the pleasure. “Good Girl, (Name)” He whispered huskily as he moved himself over your body, pinning you between himself and the wall.

You mewled at his praise, your eyes travelling to his arms where he had you caged beneath him. You felt safe and warm, you felt like he was the only thing in the world right now and that didn’t bother you in the slightest. Your breath hitched as Mirio’s knot pressed against your folds roughly, you wanted nothing more than to have it inside of you and to have him fill you with his seed. You cooed as you rubbed your neck against his own, mixing your scents together and attempting to appease your Alpha. You moaned low as your walls clamped down around his dick, wanting more of him and tying to suck his knot inside. You whined in need as you felt the pleasure coil in the pit of your stomach and your head spun as you trailed your fingers through Mirio’s hair.

“A-ah, Alpha…” You whimpered as your climax neared.

Mirio smirked as he stilled his hips, pulling himself out of you before placing you down on the ground. His eyes locked with yours as a whine of protest bubbled its way up your throat and he smirked as he moved to slap your arse roughly. “Bed, NOW!” He ordered as he narrowed his eyes. “And on your back.”

You nodded as you made your way over to the bed, your legs felt like jelly beneath you and it took you longer than it should have to reach your destination. You pouted as you sat down on the bed and looked up into your Alpha’s eyes, there was no inkling of him playing as he stood before you in all his glory. He placed his hand against your chest, forcing you back against the bed before pressing his hand to your throat. You knew better than to try and move on your Alpha when you were in a position such as this; it only served to displease him. He moved instantly, claiming your lips in a heated kiss as his knee came up to rest against your saturated folds. You mewled at the contact, straining your head up for more of Mirio’s taste as your hips rolled against his knee.

“Naughty Omega…”

“Alpha…”

Mirio smirked as he pulled his head back moving down along your body as he bit and sucked at any skin his lips came into contact with. Your body arched up to chase after his lips as he made his way over your ribs before lowering himself down over your stomach, his teeth pulling at your skin and leaving marks in his wake. He growled the lower he went, the scent of your arousal filling his senses was he got closer to your folds. He parted your legs, his nails digging into your thighs as he lowered his head between them and ran his tongue along the length of your folds. His senses were flooded with your taste and it had heat rushing to his groin as he groaned low. His lips twitched as he moved and thrust his tongue inside, licking roughly at your walls as he lapped up your juices.

You whined low and bucked your hips, reaching a hand down to grip his hair as you rolled your head back. It wasn’t uncommon for Mirio to spoil you like this, but this was the first time he had down it while punishing you. The room filled once more with your moans and whimpers of pleasure, his tongue working wonders against your walls as he pushed it deeper. His hands tightened around your thighs as your long legs hung over his back, your feet resting in the small of his back. You gasped loudly as he rubbed his tongue along your floor muscle and licked harder, his eyes peeking up at you from between your thighs. You blushed darkly as you locked eyes with him, mewling at him as he lifted his head slightly before sucking your clitoris into his mouth. You cried out his name as he sucked on the bundle of nerves, his tongue rolling around it as he pleased you. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to return to your stomach, coiling tight in the pits as it prepared for its release. A whine of displeasure left your lips as Mirio pulled his head back and let go of your thighs, your feet falling to the floor. Your chest heaved as you lifted your head and looked up at your Alpha heatedly, it was unlike him to tease you in such a manner.

“Mirio…” You whined as you reached a hand out towards his face, watching as he took your delicate hand within his much larger one.

“Something you desire, (Name)?” He asked nonchalantly as he looked down into your eyes calmly. “Or perhaps you’re having trouble finding your release? Is that what you want baby?” He growled as he moved, making his way up along your body, pressing his left hand down against your throat. “Do you want to cum baby? Do you want me to fuck you into this mattress and make you beg for your release?” He smirked darkly as his lips brushed against yours, his eyes locked with yours as he awaited your answer.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked up into his deep blue eyes, your mind reeling as you took in everything he was saying. You sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth, chewing on it as your chest heaved with your laboured breathing. You were so close to your orgasm, you wanted nothing more than for it to just be over but what Mirio was saying was so appealing. You smiled softly, flicking your tongue out past your lips and running over his top lips teasingly. You whined as Mirio tightened his hand on your throat and smirked, closing the distance between your lips and kissing you heatedly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down against your body as you kissed him and tangled a hand into his hair.

“Speak!” He growled as he pulled his head back and gripped your hip with his right hand.

“Yes, please… Please, Alpha, please claim me until I can’t take anymore? Fuck me until you’re satiated, please?” You pleaded as you looked up at him heatedly, your eyes clouded over from the pleasure and desire you were already feeling.

Mirio growled as he slammed his lips back against yours, his left hand shifting to your hips as he lifted them and thrust his dick back inside your body. Your moan against his lips was like a drug to him, he smirked as he thrust his hips harshly and dug his nails into your skin. He’d already broken your skin in several places and he had caught glimpses of bruises forming over your thighs when he had been down there. He was elated that you were marked up as his, every inch of your skin covered in his scent of in a mark that demonstrated, he was your Alpha! Mirio groaned as he thrust his hips roughly, slamming into our heat firmly as he pushed your body into the bed more. His hips moved of their own accord, getting rougher and faster as he let go of your thighs and rested his arms beside your head.

You moaned as you turned your head away from Mirio, closing your eyes as he curled your body in on itself. Your breath hitched as his lips ghosted over your neck before latching onto your scent gland again, chewing on the oversensitive skin hungrily. You twisted the sheet beneath you into your fingers, screwing it up as you rolled your hips up to meet your Alpha’s powerful thrusts. You crooned loudly as Mirio thrust his hips harder, his knot popping inside of your heat as he bit down harder on you scent gland and you knew you’d be bleeding there. You mewled and whimpered as he rutted his hips against yours roughly, his breath fanning over you neck as he lifted his head. You panted as you shuddered, rocking your hips roughly in response.

Mirio snarled as he slammed into your harder and faster, burying his dick fully as his knot popped inside of you with a satisfying sound. He groaned as he rutted against you, his hands twisting into the sheets as he licked up along the side of your neck. He smirked as he flicked his tongue against your ear, moving to lick around the shell of your ear as he growled hungrily. Your whimpering grew in pitch as he moved his hips roughly, relentlessly pushing his dick deeper inside of you as he lost himself to his instincts. He groaned louder as he lowered his head and bit between your breasts before presses his forehead against one, closing his eyes as he listened to you. His hips jolted as he thrust rougher, pleasure stirring in his groin and spreading like fire. Mirio let go of the sheet with his right hand and tangled his fingers into your hair, pulling on the locks roughly as he growled.

You cried out as you looked up into your Alpha’s eyes, pleasure swirling in the pit of your stomach and coiling tight like a wound spring. You whimpered out as you moved your hand to his back, digging your nails into the skin over his spin and making him snarl low in pleasure. You panted as you arched your back, pressing your breasts into your Alpha’s face more as you tightened your legs around his waist. Your toes curled against his calves as you grabbed a hold of his right bicep with your left hand.

“M-Mirio… Alpha!” You whimpered as you bucked your hips uncontrollably, signalling to your Alpha that you were close once more.

Mirio smirked as he slammed into your ruthlessly and skimmed his teeth over your throat before lifting his head to look into your eyes. “Cum, (Name)! Cum for me!” He growled as he thrust his hips harder and faster, hitting your spot with each powerful thrust.

You screamed out his name as the coil of pleasure in the pit of your stomach uncoiled rapidly. Your hips jerked as your body shuddered, your orgasm racking through your body as your Alpha continued to rut against your body. Your eyes widened as you felt Mirio’s knot start to swell within you, his breathing growing more rapid as his thrusts became erratic. You mewled loudly as he snarled out your name, burying himself within your heat before going still as he released his seed. His knot pulsing as it locked him in place inside of you. You moaned as you mewled happily, satisfied with the punishment your Alpha had delivered upon your body.

The two of you remained locked together for quite some time, all the while your Alpha managed to find patches of your skin that he hadn’t marked up yet and quickly rectified that! By the time Mirio’s knot finally deflated and he was capable of removing himself, he excused himself to the bathroom. Your body was sore, you felt as though he still had his hands all over your body or like his mouth was still attached to parts of your skin. You mewled in content as you brushed your fingers over some of his bite marks, happy at having his marks all over your body. You sat up on the bed, careful with your tender body as you stretched your arms up over your head. A wanton moan left your lips as fingers brushed over your folds and lips pressed against your ear. You whimpered in pleasure as Mirio thrust his fingers between your folds, pumping them hard as he nipped at your earlobe.

“I’m not through with you yet, (Name)!”

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[stellar-alley]

Everfalls

•Chapter 14•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

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(Summary: Eddie hibernates under the covers in his bed while Richie finds himself in a pretty hairy situation.)

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His face was pale, as if he had just seen a ghost. “Richie?” His voice shook, on the verge of tears. As if Eddie wasn’t emotional before, now he felt like he could cry at the fall of a pin.

Yes, Eddie was fine with Richie being close with the others, but he couldn’t watch Richie be close like that, like how close they were. Deep down Eddie knew that they were more than just close friends, maybe he was finally realizing that.

Richie reached out, “It’s not what it looks like, Eds-“.

“No, do not fucking call me that.” Eddie shook his head as the tears began to well in his eyes. Before anyone could get another word in, Eddie bolted. He ran down the stairs and made a sharp turn towards the back door. He didn’t want to leave, he just needed to be in his element, in nature, he needed air, to breath.

The fresh May evening air engulfed him as he burst out the back door. Eddie didn’t stop there, he kept going until he sat on the edge of the back patio. The commotion from inside the house drowned out by the Ancestor’s heavy breathing.

“E-Eddie?” A voice stuttered from behind him, “Ar-Are you okay?”

Eddie turned his head to see Bill had stepped out onto the porch. His hair glowed a little in the sun’s golden hour as he stepped towards the Ancestor.

Eddie turned back towards the yard, “I’m fine” he huffed.

The Denbrough’s had a nice backyard, the back was fenced in while the sides were left open, but there was still enough privacy to be able to enjoy your own yard. The grass was well kept and their garden seemed to have already been planted, even with how early in season it was.

“You sure? Cause y-you don’t look it.” Bill pointed out as he took another step towards him.

Eddie didn’t say anything, not when Bill stood beside him, or when he slowly crouched down to sit beside him.

“I know you a-and Richie are close. I-I can see it when you two are to-together, y-you two have something special.” Bill said as Eddie kept his gaze on the garden in front of them.

Yes we’re close, of course we’re close, we’re both fucking hybrids and I’m in… I-I, have a crush on him.

Something melted inside of Eddie, as if the realization opened something up deep inside of him.

“Yeah, we are… special” Eddie’s voice drifted off with the wind that blew by.

Special…. gay.

“N-now it just leaves me wo-wo- fuck. Now I wonder how s-special you really are.” Bill’s tone changed, suddenly it became something much more sinister as he jumped up from where he sat with Eddie.

Everything happened within an instant. Eddie barely even had time to process what Bill had said before a sudden gust of wind swept through his hair, his ears.

Edddie leaped off of the porch, eyes wide as he raked his hands through his hair and felt that he definitely wasn’t wearing his hat. His eyes darted to where his dad’s black beanie was held tightly in Bill’s grasp.

Now Eddie’s heart was racing but for a completely different reason. “Bill, I swear t-this isn’t what it looks like.” He held his hands up in defense as he took a step backwards.

“Y-Yeah? The-Then what is it like, E-Eds?”, the name sounded so wrong coming from his mouth, cause it wasn’t Richie. “What are y-you. A-And what the fuck do you have to do with my father’s de-“

The back door swung open and slammed against the outside wall, “BILL!” Richie’s voice shot out like a bullet. The werewolf had to try so hard to hold his eye colour, so far he was doing okay. But his claws had already grown out and were currently drawing blood from the palms of his hands as he clenched his fists.

“Eddie-“ Richie turned towards the other Ancestor but the rabbit was already gone. He used the sudden entrance as a distraction to flee, damn rabbit. He then noticed Eddie’s beanie. In Bill’s hand, he knew it well enough to identify it, he had studied it tens of times as he admired Eddie but now the sight of the hand me down filled the wolf with rage.

“What are you doing with that? Huh? Bill what the fuck did you do?” Richie growled, he took a step towards Bill when someone grabbed his arm. Richie jerked backwards to stare at Stan who stood behind him.

He’d followed behind Richie when the wolf sensed something was off, he made sure to tell the others some elaborate lie about Eddie having an asthma attack. So that way there wouldn’t be even more people on their case than there already was.

Stan had a specific stare he used when he needed to control, tame, Richie. It was similar to his normal stare, but this one was ice cold, stern, almost powerful. He used it in moments like this when he needed to grab ahold of the human side of Richie and make sure he wouldn't wolf out on him.

“You go get Eddie, and I will deal with Bill, alright?” Richie slowly nodded. “Do not fuck things up” Stan growled back as he let go of his arm.

Richie stomped down off of the patio. He took a step towards Bill and snatched Eddie’s hat out of his hands. Richie stormed off of the property. He caught Eddie’s scent quickly after he began searching for it. He knew it well enough considering the amount of time the two spent together. The wolf followed the trail for a block or so until it led him into the forest behind the residential area.

After the houses were fully behind him he unclenched his fists. Pain leaked from his palms as blood dripped from new wounds. He’s never felt this way with someone before. Whenever Richie looks up at Eddie to find that the bunny is already staring back at him, or whenever their hands accidentally brush up against each other, those are the times when he knew that there was something there, something more. Richie just didn’t want to admit it to himself because he knew Eddie didn’t feel the same way.

Richie stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of a breathless Eddie who stood leaning against one of the various trees in the forest. “Eddie” Richie’s lips curved ever so slightly into a small smile. Even with everything that’d happened prior, he was still happy to see Eddie was safe.

The bunny’s ears perked up at the sound of his own name. Eddie slowly turned to look at Richie with his big tear filled doe eyes. Richie didn’t need heightened senses to hear Eddie’s breath hitch at the sight of the wolf. It just broke his heart even more when he did use his hearing to hear the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of Richie.

“What are you doing here Rich?” Eddie sounded exhausted and weak.

“Bill thinks you have something to do with his dad’s death,” Richie said slowly. He slid his phone out from his back pocket and clicked a few things before holding up a photo of Zack Denbrough he’d taken from Bill’s conspiracy board. “T-That’s him,” Richie stated.

The world stopped spinning when Eddie saw him. Because now he was no longer just outside of Bill’s house with Richie. No… Now he stood on the outskirts of The All Lands. Before Eddie is an unconscious man who was currently bleeding out. The Ancestor didn’t know who he was, but what he did know was that this man had just been shot.

Eddie was wandering around the forests that surrounded The All Lands as Sonia requested he find the purple berries that were currently in blume, they made a very nice jam. Eddie had already filled his basket when he saw the man walking around the woods. Almost no one has ever gotten that close to The All Lands, almost.

The Ancestor crouched behind a cluster of rocks and observed the man as he pointed his large gun at one of the nearby deer. Yes Eddie didn’t want to get caught but he was a boy of the woods, and he wasn't about to let that doe die. He took a step forward and let a twig snap under the pressure of his foot.

Even the smallest of sound allerted the man of Eddie’s whereabouts. He pointed the gun at the rocks and shot before Eddie was able to make another move. The bullet ricocheted off of the rocks with a pang and embedded itself in the shoulder of the shooter.

The rest is patchy. There was a lot of blood, so much blood. If he kept bleeding at that rate he wouldn’t last more than 10 minutes out here. Eddie knew he had to do something, anything, because if there was one thing that Frank Kaspbrak taught his son was that you should always help those who really need it.

It didn’t matter whether Eddie saved his life then or if he let him bleed out in the magically kept grass of The All Lands, because The Council found out. They heard the gunshot. When Eddie was forced to explain what had happened, how close the human got, how much magic he used on him, they knew they couldn’t let either of them keep going. So they executed the hunter right then and there, in front of Eddie.

Those cold dead eyes haunted Eddie every day after. Just the fact that he was at fault for that man’s death made Eddie wish he had never left and just went through with The Council’s plans for him.

Back in the present, Eddie stared at those same eyes, but now they were filled with life and joy as they looked back at him from the screen of Richie’s phone. Eddie took a shaky step backwards almost as if the bullet had hit him in the shoulder, his knees wobble under him, they threatened to give out from beneath him.

Eddie looked up at Richie, who was currently just a blurry image as his tears had clouded over his vision, “When were you gonna tell me?”.

“I-I wanted to know for sure. I didn’t want to stress you out or-”

“No, Richie that was not your fucking call to make” Eddie spat, “I-I killed Bill’s dad, and you were gonna keep that from me?” His voice rose as everything that happened finally settled.

“Eddie it’s not your fault,” Richie reached out towards Eddie but the other stepped back.

He couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, they rolled down his cheeks like hot lava. “You don’t know shit Tozier. You don’t know what happened that day, you don’t know how to fucking control your powers, you barely even know me.” Eddie shook his head as he took another step backwards.

“Eddie please-” Richie pleaded, his own eyes threatening to tear up.

“I-I can’t do this right now Richie…” Before Richie could even respond, Eddie had turned on his heels and disappeared into the forest, leaving the wolf all alone in the woods.

By some miracle Eddie found his way home that night. From there he stumbeled up the main stairs and into his house. He fell into bed, fully clothed, without any seoncd thoughts. Though he was exhasted, it took him hours to fall sleep. The memory of Bill’s dad dying replayed in Eddie’s mind as if he was watching netflix and had the movie on an infinite loop. When he did finally fall sleep it was well into the early hours of the morning. Eddie slept well into sunday afternoon and even when he had fully woken up he didn’t get out of bed, worried that if he got out from under the comforting covers of his bed that everything that’d happened would be real. He didn’t want to face reality, he didn’t want to have to face Bill and his acusations, or see Richie and all of his worries. The wolf was probably disguted that he ever got close to someone with a past like his.

Eddie groaned as he rolled over from one pillow to another pillow on his queen sized bed. The new pillow felt comfy and soft under his head, it was dry after all since his other one was pretty tear soaked at this point.

He yanked the sheets from where they had been laid over his head and pulled them down. He inhaled deeply, the fresh air did wonders for his lungs. Eddie let out a heavy sigh, “Fuck my life”.

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A knock echoed out through his room, which only made his heart beat faster and his nerves worse.

“Honey, sweety is everything alright?” Maggie called out to her son from behind his locked bedroom door.

Derry’s resident werewolf, stared at himself in the mirror and exmaned the new look he was currantly rocking. He was at home so his ears and tail were out, which wasen’t helping his case at all.

Right after Eddie left, Richie stormed back to the Denbrough residence and went off on Bill for doing this to Eddie. He stopped when Stan pulled (read dragged) him into the hallway where he pratically slapped Richie as he tried to bring him back to reality.

“Richie your eyes” Stan hissed, pulling his phone out from his sweater pocket and showing Richie his yellow eyes in the selfie cam.

“Fuck, shit” Richie cursed as he pulled at his eye lids to get a better look.

Long story short after that Richie hid out in the bathroom for half an hour and when his eyes didn’t change back he bailed and called his parents to come pick him up.

Stan covered for him and dug himself into a deeper hole of lies, saying random shit like he was gonna go after Eddie and make sure he was alright. Honestly Stan wasen’t sure if the other bought it, but if they didn’t then they didn’t say anything about it.

The werewolf was bombareded by questions by his parents about him wolfing out and what the fuck happened to Eddie. Richie answered some of them, but locked himself in his room as soon as he got home, too emotionally tierd after everything and slept like a log.

Sunday morning when he woke up his eyes were still as yellow as ever, his mouth was full of fangs and his hands were all claws out. That’s not even the worst part, not only did he have the normal eyes and fangs, but now his hair was signicantly wilder than normal, his sideburns had grown significantly making him look like some 80’s porn star. Oh, also, the rest of his body hair (Legs & Arms) was darker and so much thicker. He was like in a half shift mode.

“What the fuck” richie gasped, anxiously raked his hands through his hair as his eyes grew as wide as the full moon he feared so much more now.

I’m so fucked. I’m not gonna be able to change back. I’m gonna be stuck in this. Half dog stage forever and ever-

Another knock echoed through the teen’s room, “Richie what’s going on in there I hear you spiraling?” A new voice called out, male, Wentworth’s, “Son you know we’re just here to help”.

“Please honey just open up” Maggie begged.

Richie sighed from the place he stood infront of his mirror. Of course he was spiraling, he looked like the fucking werewolf from that cheesy 80’s movie about the wolf that played basket ball.

“Richie come on-“ Wentworth started then was eventually cut off when the bedroom door to his sons room swung open, revealing his son… his very hair son. “Oh… Kid” Went huffed.

“D-Don’t fucking kid, me. Guys what the fuck is going on?” Richie questioned.

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“I don’t know what we’re going to do Went” Maggie sighed as she ran a hand through her long brown hair, tugging at the ends.

Went reached out and placed a comforting hand on his wife’s shoulder, he gave it a little squeeze. “I’ve never experienced anything like that, but I’m pretty sure he’s in some weird half wolf faze. It’s gotta be because of the upcoming full moon. That and whatever happened with Eddie last night” Went glanced away for a moment as he recalled the half an hour session he just had with his son. During that time he tried everything he knew about wolf shifting and controling his inner wolf. None of it worked. “But I have no clue what to do Mags” Went admitted.

The wife turned to her husband, she moved her hand up to cup his cheek, she tilted his face so that he was turned towards her. Maggie shared a look with Wentworth. “Let’s just wait it out? Maybe he’s just stressedd over something? It can’t last forever can it?” She suggested.

No, it didn’t last forever, but it did last the rest of Sunday. Then when Richie woke up the next morning he was sad to see nothing had changed. Nothing had changed when it was time for Richie to go to school, which he obviously couldn’t do because he was half fucking werewolf. So he spent the day at home, alone. As much as Wentworth and Maggie wanted to stay home with their wolf of a son, he wasen’t in any pain, or danger. Plus they knew he could handle himself if something happened so they left for work, leaving Richie alone, for the rest of the day.

He tried texting Eddie, multiple times. Sadly though he was met with a text that wasen’t sent by Eddie.

Eddie Spaghetti <3:

Richie: Eddie how many times do you have to say I’m sorry before you answer me?

Eddie: Richie, it’s me, Stan. Eddie forgot his phone last night at Bill’s, I found it before Bill had a chance to find it and hack it. So please, for the love of god, stop blowing up this phone.

Richie didn’t even bother responding, he just dropped his phone onto the carpeted floor of his room and sighed for about the thousandth time today.

“Fuck me, gently with a chainsaw“ Richie sang out before flopping onto his bed.

He tried to do various things to keep him busy, like finish his homework, but he got frustrated and snapped his pencil. Yeah, his emotions were also kinda all haywire, which affected his powers. Then he tried to read some comics, but ended up shredding them with his claws. Hell he even tried to clean his damn room but he made his jeans into ripped jeans, then gave up. Plus he can’t go outside unless he covered up like a vampire in the daylight, so he was stuck laying in an uncomfortable position in bed, alone.

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Maggie had pulled into the driveway just as Wentworth stepped out of his car. She quickly parked in her normal spot on the driveway and went to meet her husband where he waited for her, leaning against his car door.

“How you doin’?” He wiggled his eyebrows which got an eye roll from Maggie.

She hated to break whatever moment they were having but she got straight to the point, “Hon I think we should take him to Eddie”.

Went sighed, “Really? You think so?” his shoulder sagged.

“Yes, Went, aside from you he’s the only one who might have any idea how to change him back. It’s not like we can just keep him here until the full moon, I think we both know that wouldn’t work” She sighed at the thought of her half wolf son going through cabin fever.

“I know, Mags, but things are tense between the boys right now, I don’t want to make it worse” He put his hands on her shoulders.

She shook his hands off and turned to make her way towards the front door, “Well they’re just gonna have to get over it!” she called over her shoulder.

~

“No- No fucking way am I seeing Eddie after what happened at Bill’s. He’d probably curse me out or some shit” Were the words Richie had shouted at his parents when they suggested bringing him to Eddie’s. Then Wentworth proceeded to lift his son off the ground and tossed him over his shoulder like a potato sack and carried him out to the car.

“Son just cause we’re both werewolves doesn't mean I’m not stronger than you” Went mused as he put a sulking Richie into his car.

Richie gave up on struggling as he knew that once his dad had his mind set on something, nothing would be able to stop him. So he just sat and sulked in the back of his dad’s car as they drove down the familiar road to Eddie’s. He recalled the days when he drove those same roads in his little blue jeep, with Eddie by his side, hand in hand. When things quieted down, the music stopped and their conversation came to a halt, they would simply sit in silence. It wasn’t awkward or tense, but it was good, it felt right. As if in those moments, it felt as if everything was okay.

When Wentworth pulled into the roundabout, Richie pulled the hood of his sweater over his head, yanked on the drawstrings to tighten it’s grasp and shoved his hands into his pockets, and slid a pair of terminator sunglasses over his normal glasses. He silently led the way into the forest, shoulders slouched, eyes on the forest floor beneath him. Walking that path, had become muscle memory to him. He let his feet take him where he needed to go, and he walked and walked until he finally reached the clearing before the field. The evening sun shone down into his eyes, he raised a hand to block the rays.

“S’up here” Richie pointed to the field and kept going.

Richie stopped a couple feet before the forcefield, gestured towards it to his parents. “It’s protected, invisible, we won’t be able to go in until he lets us” He said before he took another step back.

Maggie gave her son a nod as she got the feeling he didn’t want to do anymore talking than he needed to. She glanced over at Went who returned her nod, “Eddie? Honey it’s us” Maggie called out, her gaze flickering between the various areas in the field, unsure of where she should be looking.

Then they waited a couple minutes until a voice finally broke the silence. “What do you want?” Eddie’s voice called out from overhead, causing their heads to turn in the direction of the voice, which was up. It was as if his voice was being projected from somewhere above, from the forcefield. His voice didn’t sound mad, if anything it was more curious, worried.

Wentworth stepped up, “We need your help”.

“With what?” Eddie asked.

Went sighed, obviously tired and fed up of waiting. He walked towards his son and yanked his hood off as well as his sunglasses.

Richie let out something between a yelp and a gasp at the sudden forcefulness. His yellow eyes burned at the sudden exposure to the sunlight. The wolf ears on top of his head perked up and swayed with the passing wind. Richie starred up towards the spot he knew the house sat.

Went was done waiting. His son could possibly be in danger if he didn’t change back. He had tried everything and he hated the fact that he couldn’t help his own kid. He felt helpless. Went always felt guilty about passing on that wolf gene to Richie, he may have not been ashamed of being a werewolf but he sure as hell knew it wasn't easy. So if Eddie was his last chance at getting his son back, then he was sure as hell gonna take it.

“Son open up!” Went demanded with a stern tone. He hadn't realized that he still had a grip on Richie’s hood. His son shoved his dad away, shaking off his touch.

“Alright you can come in” Eddie called out to them from overhead.

Richie sighed and pushed passed his dad, he walked side by side with his mother through the Forcefield. The wolf watched with a pleased look on his face as he watched his mother’s face when she finally saw the house materialize in front of her.

Eddie stepped outside onto the porch when they arrived. He nodded to them and got straight to the point, “What happened?”. The rabbit tried to keep a neutral yet serious face but he couldn’t help the worry that creased his eyebrows.

When Richie didn’t answer, Maggie cut in, “He hasn't shifted back since Bill’s” she informed him.

The rabbit looked over the wolf, gave him a once over before tilting his head towards the door, “Come in” he advised as he led the way into his house.

Eddie led them into his house, he gave a quick tour as they walked towards the kitchen. Just pointing to the rooms as they passed. He sat them down at the main table in the kitchen then proceeded to explain his plan while he searched for ingredients in his cupboards, “I have a natural remedy that should work, I ah-” he paused for a moment to think about where he had placed the final ingredient, “-Need to go grab something upstairs” he said before he proceeded to go into his room to grab the last ingredient off the list which he had memorized from an old potion he had studied back in The All Lands.

But once he entered his room he released a breath of air he didn’t know he was holding. Eddie ran a shaky hand through his hair and let out an equally as shaky sigh.

Suddenly his bunny ears perked up before a voice broke the silence, “You okay Eds?” Richie asked quietly.

Eddie didn’t bother turning around, “No… No Rich I’m not okay” he responded.

“I am sorry, you know that right?” Richie asked, sincerity laced his voice. He let out a little huff of air through his nose, “If you had your phone with you- then you would’ve seen the zillion texts I sent you. I was worried sick” his voice didn’t sound worried, he was worried before, now he just wanted to make sure Eddie was okay. “I’m sorry I hid it from you. I just wanted to protect you, I know you’ve been through so much shit already and I don’t wanna see you go through anything else” When Eddie didn’t respond Richie continued, “Eddie please talk to me” he begged weakly.

Eddie finally turned to look at Richie, if he wasn't worried before then he was for sure worried now. The poor guy was fully (half) wolfing out. Eddie looked into his eyes and could see how tired he was.

“Richie I just…” Eddie contemplated the idea for a split second, just a split second, “I think there might be something else, because back in the uh” he waved his hand around as he tried to explain his point, “The All Lands” he blurted, “The half change could also be caused by extreme stress and anxiety, which I know could be something that you’re going through because of ya know… everything that happened at Bill’s” Eddie said anxiously.

Richie’s eyes grew as if he was just realizing now how much stress he’s been under. “Yeah” he rubbed the back of his neck and noticed how long his hair had gotten, “that would explain a lot” he laughed nervously. “I just…” Richie started, he paused to think over his words, took a step closer to Eddie and continued. “Eddie I really care about you, that’s why I freaked out so much at Bill’s, because I Love you and I can’t-” RIchie was cut off before he even realized what he had admitted.

Eddie knew he was just going to repeat half the points he already stated so he just decided to cut to the chase. The bunny closed the distance between between them, reached up behind Richie’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him. It was soft, but quick. Eddie realized Richie wasen’t responding which caused him to go stiff. He pulled away with a quiet gasp.

“I-I’m sorry Richie I shouldn’t have done-“ Eddie stopped when Richie’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him in to kiss him back. Richie’s lips were soft yet raw, probably from how often he’s been anxiously biting his lips with his new fangs.

When their lips first touched it sent fireworks exploding in both of their chests, it was tender yet passionate. They moved together as if it was something they’d done tens of times before. When they broke apart they were both breathless.

“So you care too?” Richie glanced away, in hopes that Eddie wouldn’t see how red his cheeks had become.

“Yes Rich...” Eddie said quietly as he pulled Richie down and pressed his foreheads against the others’. “I love you too Chee” he whispered into Richie’s ear.

Richie let out something of a moan, which surpsied even himself before he responded, “Fuck I love when you call me that”. Their noses knocked together and Richie leaned down and kissed Eddie again.

Eddie pulled away again, Richie watched the bunny’s big doe eyes wander up and give him a once over, “See I told you it’d work” he lightly giggled.

Richie smirked nervously down at Eddie, “W-What?”.

“Look” Eddie gestured to Richie.

The wolf looked down at himself and saw his hands, his normal hands, no claws, no extra hair. His hand shot up to his teeth where he felt that they were no sharper than any other human’s teeth. “Oh thank god” he sighed in relief.

Richie smiled at Eddie, “Are we good?” His smile faltered a bit at Eddie’s blank expression.

Eddie happily shook his head, got up on his tippy toes and planted a quick kiss on Richie’s lips, “We’re more than good” he confirmed.

~

The two made their way down the stairs hand in hand, a gesture they both enjoyed a lot more than they had realized before.

Maggie noticed, but didn’t say anything. So did Went, but he wasn't as subtle.

He clapped his son on the back “Son! Good to see you’re back to normal” He beamed.

“So everything is… Okay here?” Maggie tiptoed around the situation. She didn’t want to ask them directly but she had to ask.

Richie waved his free hand around as if he was brushing the question away, “yeah, yep, better than ever”.

Eddie rolled his eyes at the comment, but his hand never left Richie’s.

“Do you guys mind if Richie stays over… For a bit?” Eddie glanced up at Richie who stared down at him with curiosity as if he was thinking what are you and your cute ass doing? Actually that’s exactly what he was thinking. “We have some stuff to sort out,” Eddie finished.

Went and Maggie shared a look, “Well, I guess that’s alright” Maggie responded first.

“Yeah just know, no glove no love” Went said and pointed at both of them, amusement filled his voice.

“Oh dear god!” Richie groaned and rolled his neck.

“OKay okay okay” Wentworth raised his hands in defense. “We’ll be on our way I guess” he said and wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders as he led her towards the main door.

Richie and Eddie walked them out and waited until they left the property to close the door and head back into the house.

Eddie watched Richie as he took a seat on the sofa and got all comfy,the way his hair (now back to its normal length), fell in his face, the way his big brown eyes scanned his face and how they light up when he smiles. For a second he questioned it, why do I think like this, especially when he’s around. It’s just like Bill said, we’re special… it’s something more, it’s a crush.

That’s probably what prompted him to ask, “So… What about, us?”. Eddie took a seat beside Richie.

“Us?” Richie questioned with a cocked eyebrow.

“Yeah, us” Eddie confirmed, “What we did upstairs wouldn’t really be deemed a normal things friends do” He nervously laughed.

“Oh yeah that'' Richie realized. Shit I kinda thought that was some horny dream caused by the whole werewolf thing… I wasn't sure if he liked me back, but I guess literally kissing someone has gotta prove something.

Richie finally met Eddie’s gaze, his big doe eyes made his heart do a fucking gymnastic routine, “I guess we could try to be, more” Richie's lips curved into the smallest smile.

“Would you want to?” Eddie asked, eyes filled with anticipation.

“Yeah… I'd like that a lot Eds- I-I’d love that” Richie said sheepishly, looking at Eddie with heart eyes. “Do we wanna be official or-?” Richie asked anxiously as he didn’t want to lose the spark.

Eddie’s eyes grew for only a moment before they crinkled as he smiled, “I’m good with that if you are”.

“Wait seriously?” Richie asked with excitement, he sat up a little straighter as he leaned closer to Eddie.

“Yeah, w-why do you not want to?” Eddie’s stomach dropped for a moment. Richie must’ve noticed cause he immediately took Eddie’s hands in his and gave them a supportive squeeze.

“No- baby, I just thought you would want to go on a first date first or something” Richie supplied

Eddie’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Well, yeah. I’d like to at some point but for now, let’s just do this” Eddie declared as he leaned in and kissed his boyfriend.

Word Count: 5621

DAMN THIS WAS A LONG CHAPTER! If you're wondering why, it's because chapter 14 on its own was only 1800 words and that really short so i merged chapters 14 and 15 to make a MEGA CHAPTER! So yeah I hope y'all liked it! And as I did merge two chapters the final chapter count of Everfalls will go from 22 to 21.

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F!!RE - Devoted to Black Fashion & Lifestyle

ARTicle One:

Introduction. 

On Black Masculinity in Fashion

“Masculinity is not measured by your bicep size or sexual prowess but is a quality that is characterized by being affectionate, sincere, and responsible.” - Juwanza Kunjufu 

Hey Now kinfolk, I am Zoid Hæm, and in these personal letters I will be reflecting on the Black Lifestyle as it pertains to #Fashion, #Soul, and #Art. I have chosen the name F!!RE for this experience to pay homage to the young black artists of the Harlem Renaissance who shocked the world with a scathing peek into the mind of young and free black folks with their one issue magazine simply called Fire!!.(Source): https://bit.ly/2GwIIY0

Blackness, in its constant evolution is of my greatest interest, for as Arthur Jafa (@anamibia) said in his interview for I-D magazine with Virgil Abloh “…blackness isn’t just relevant to black people. It’s an ontological formation thats seeking to understand the world. It’s about the possibility for a different way to occupy earth, to exist in it. (Source): https://bit.ly/2m3ygzn

So here I sit at this cross section of fashion and soul, asking myself what does my external experience tell me about my inner world? And since the former spews out of the latter I see a fluid evolution spiraling up, beckoning at the fringe of our reality like an avant-garde symbol, hated and misunderstood like all mysteries shrouded in blackness. Excitement billows out of me, as my existence becomes a thorough definition of the contradictions in my black consciousness; like vines, unconfined by the square bricks of this society, I sprawl out, creating branches, bridges, and underground railroads, breaking out of learned labels and ushering a new wave. A wave filled with bubbles that when they touch, combine and crash on this countries shores of Thought, making us all the more unique and free.

“Cultivate your Uniqueness.” 

Free Hugs and Painted Nails:

Today's letter focuses in on black masculinity through the lens of fashion. It must have been the summer of 2011 when I sported boastful yet crude painted nails, and a small white button that said “Free Hugs". My body type was bulky, aggressive, and shouted, “Angry black man!" I had just finished my career in football, thankfully, and found myself hustling in the streets of New York City, as green as a rose stem among the grey concrete jungle, who's edifices and faces made me feel small, innocent, and utterly naive. 

Yet in this place I began to shift my image, first my thoughts, by asking any and all types why they are who they are. Mind you as the son of two preachers who never went to a house party or drank till college, even with my years at university there was still so much I didn’t know; but what I found is that when I approached folk they were always very guarded and unsure. I always blamed racist propaganda for their hesitancy but then I began to think more about what my image was saying to them. To them and this society my look gave off certain triggers in them, and by them I mean all types from old, young, white, black, brown, men, women, LGBTQ, CEO, or homeless. Few if any paid me any mind, or quickly gave glance and turned the other way. 

Haha a hilarious anecdote that actually made me change my entire “costume” was that one day, walking out by Central Park I saw the actor Michael Cera! Yep, Mr. Superbad himself, I was such a big fan I blurted out as we came close to each other “Holy crap! It’s Michael Cera!” Haha and true to form, with a hilarious face and mannerisms he looked up, eyes widened, and immediately turned around, and scampered the opposite direction down the street. I was a little hurt and shocked, but still laughed. It was at this point I was like YO! What do they see?

I went home, a 6 floor walk up in Chinatown, and looked in the mirror and began to take some notes. Broad chest, big beard, long locs, rather run-of-the-mill black man, how boring! I knew inside me was something that defied all definition, that I was a spirit teeming with affection and love for my fellow humans and wanted to be able to sit and express with them. But what I typically was receiving was the energy of dismissal and guardedness. I had known this well from black women at university who used me as a whipping boy to take their frustrations out on all black men, while I received, in screaming opposition from white women, so much attention it felt disingenuous, for them any n!gga would do; but now this was pervasive… I realized that my presence scared people, and that they weren’t actually seeing the REAL me.

I paced in my small apartment unit, thumbing a small button in the jacket I just bought, mentally drawing up how I wanted to present myself. “Alright first we need to lose this weight, so we can fit into all these cool clothes, but also fit better in these rooms of artists and intellects, and then lets keep the beard and hair nappy, edge is important, but lets dress in chic cheap fashion, cuz we are super broke and are only going to be able to afford the thrift store…” As I was thinking I pulled out the button from my pocket and read what it said “Free Hugs” almost unconsciously I pinned it to my jacket and didn’t think much of it.

The next day was Friday and I typically made my way to the museums since they were free. I bought a bottle of FireFly ice tea vodka and headed to my friends pad down by wall street so we all could get faded and go see some art. As I was walking down the street, I saw faces smiling at me, and so I smiled back, not used to New Yorkers showing any emotion besides anger I was a little surprised but kept pushing. After hopping off the train, I turned the corner and a short portly jewish women threw  her arms up and said “Yes I need one today!” And gave me a big long hug. I just stood there shocked by this stranger squeezing me, like I was her grandson, but before the hug was over I retuned the energy. She smiled and walked on by. As she left I looked at my reflection in one of the wall street buildings and saw that I still had the “Free Hugs” button on my jacket, and smiled thinking, how bout that! A free hug trumps propaganda, age, fear, race, etc.  all they needed was the permission to show affection. 

Fast foward to half the bottle gone, and a small loft full of young, gifted and black artist, all dancing and singing to a Stevie Wonder record. I had painted a haggard green sweat shirt with the word Free Hugs in big red letters and donned it as I joined the harmonious voices that filled the room with the joy of a Friday afternoon. I went over to the kitchen to fill my glass, when I realized I had gotten some paint on my nails, and began to peel it off when my crush at that time, a stunning orange afro having queen said, "Naw leave it! In fact here!” She came over with some nail polish and painted quick little designs on my nails in green, red, and yellow. My first reaction was wait I can’t wear nail polish, but when I looked at my hands I became enamored, my how strange and unique, these dainty hands on a Rasta brute! This was just the right amount of contradiction and juxtaposition of strength and vulnerability I was looking for. Leave it to black women to bring a dream to reality.

And thats exactly what happened, when we hit the streets in that Friday sunset, New York finally saw me, and opened like the flowers in sunlight on the corner of Strawberry Fields. Over the next few months, my body slimmed, my smile grew, my nails where chipped and covered with color haphazardly, and hugs clung to my body like the tight fitting cheap fashion I found. But most importantly my thoughts began to change, because I was engaging with more people from all walks of life. I ask myself to this day, did the fashion open them up or me up? 

Fashion is metaphor touted as a mask, there to conceal or reveal our inner truth, and for me I found a unique edge to walk, one where I hold space with masculinity that only knows mixtape lyrics and football, as well as a space that spoke of Basquiat’s and Warhol’s, the fickleness of love in any gender or sexuality and the need for soul and romance. I am still the minority in most rooms I walk into, typically they don't know what to think of me, I hear little conversations in the corner, ”He must be gay, or bi, no no look he’s with ball players and gangsters, naw naw he has lots of girlfriends, yes yes hunny he can get it, but he curbed all of us and I’m fine so wats the deal, oh he’s different.”

Different… little do they know I’m just like them, expressing all that I am. Removing the labels and images and thoughts that society has forced upon me, left me blank a slate to be creative. Still I have much more to remove and redefine in this ocean of blackness that is my being. One can be masculine in a dress, one can be feminine in baggy jeans, lessen we forget #STONEWALL and what those activists fought for, the freedom of image. Culturally and generational things shift, the meaning we put behind garments and fabric is all made up, just like us; and no one need be ridiculed or shamed for making their fit…fit. So what are you wearing today? In any way, you look good on you.

Posivibes,

hæm

Credits:

Image one by @johnyu.co 

for Westword Artopia 2019  

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Chad and the Incel Chapter 8

Rated: M

Fandom: Original Fiction (but inspired by the Virgin vs Chad meme)

Relationship type: Male/Male with a bit of Female/Female (the lesbians are adorable, btw) and unrequited Male/Female (in other words, the guys are bisexual).

Description: Chad is, well, a Chad, or at least he looks like one. He’s got his sights set on the cool nerd Becky and enlists the help of her shy incel ex-friend Noah, offering to help him get the gorgeous girl (Stacy) he desperately wants. Noah is reluctant to help, believing that he will be stuck in inceldom forever, but Chad’s interest in his life gives him hope. When their plans go awry, they start turning their romantic attention towards each other.

Content Warning: Given the subject matter, you can guess that this story has dark themes in it, such as suicide and self-harm (plus the mental health issues that often cause them), sexism, slut-shaming homophobia, biphobia and transphobia. There is also swearing and some mentions of sex but nothing too explicit (hence the M rating as opposed to an Explicit rating).

8th Post: [LifeFuel]  My crush likes me back

Noah rapidly raised and dropped his laptop, standing up and turning away from it. After remembering the price of the thing, he checked it for damages. Upon seeing no problems, he sighed and sat back down.

He put his headphones back on and played the game again. All the cartoonish gun sounds couldn’t drown out the voice in the back of his mind.

What’s with you lately?

He chose to ignore the voice but it only got louder, and as it got louder it pushed him to play harder, firing at everyone. Yes, even his teammates. He wasted bullets on players that couldn’t be harmed by him.

After his team lost the game, he slammed the headphones against the desk. Once again, he sheepishly checked for any damages and found none.

He leaned against the back on his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

The voice had disappeared but was replaced with an image of Chad smirking on the ceiling. He scowled at the image in his mind, only to swallow air when it was replaced with Chad’s fish-out-of-water face.

‘You’re… hot…’

Noah felt a twinge in his heart and throbbing down below. His shoulders became heavy as he unzipped his pants. As per usual, he pictured smoke rising from his hand and tried to ignore it.

After washing his hands, he picked up his phone, scrolled through the contacts and almost deleted Chad’s. His thumb hovered over the screen until he decided to keep it. The voice came back.

You should get a picture of him for the contact.

The thought put even more weight onto his shoulders. As if he was going to do that. It wasn’t like he missed him all that much.

He lied down on his bed, staring at the screen and trying to avoid the contacts app, though naturally his eyes kept going back to that little address book.

He groaned. ‘Fine,’ he hissed to himself. He sent Chad a message.

How are you? Been a while.

Chad replied surprisingly quickly, causing Noah to fumble with his phone after almost dropping it in shock.

Yeah, it has. I’ve been good. I need to go to bed soon so I’ll talk to you at school.

Chad kept his promise and chatted to him during class. At first, the conversation was slow and awkward, both boys trying to tiptoe around the issue of Chad calling Noah hot.

The conversation began to centre around sports, with Chad trying to convince Noah to watch one football game, something Noah had not done since he was eight. He reluctantly agreed on the condition that he watch Chad play first.

At football practice that afternoon, Noah leaned forward with his hands maintaining a strong grip on the metal bar in front of the bleachers. His eyes never left Chad as the player threw the ball with one of his muscular arms.

When practice ended, Noah congratulated Chad on doing well before sneaking out of the bleachers and shuffling to his car. On his way home, he saw a little NFL shop about to close for the day.

He rushed in and bought a generic poster with the NFL logo and a picture of a football. At home he blu-tacked the poster on the wall behind his bed’s headboard. 

He went onto his laptop and looked for ways to torrent NFL games. Instead of studying he ended up watching one and a half games until he fell asleep. His eyes subconsciously sought out the most handsome players and he even found a guy who looked like Chad. 

During the moments the players stopped, fantasies danced around his mind about what Chad would do with him in that uniform of his. At first, these fantasies were purely carnal, though they gradually changed into something a little different.

For instance, he imagined Chad running to the bleachers to kiss him after scoring a touchdown. He thought of the boy training him in football, complimenting his skills. He even made up a scenario in which he tended to Chad’s injuries.

After that last daydream, one question popped into his head.

The fuck is wrong with you?

He woke up late in the morning but couldn’t bring himself out of bed. He just lied there thinking about what those fantasies meant, what any fantasy he’d ever had about a guy meant. It wasn’t like he was gay. As much as women frustrated him to the point of stirring hatred within him, he still wanted them. No, he needed them.

His heart leapt in shock and something that totally wasn’t joy when he heard his phone buzz. It was a message from Chad.

Where are you?

Noah spent half a minute coming up with an excuse.

Sick.

Chad replied with some sad emojis like the normie he was.

I’ll meet you after school to check up on you.

Noah groaned.

You want to catch something?

Chad’s response sent a wave of warmth throughout Noah’s body.

I don’t, but I’ll feel worse if I don’t see for myself that you’re okay.

Noah smiled as he got up and made himself a meal he had learnt how to make from an anime. After finishing off his lunch, he went back onto his laptop and debating (or, to be more accurate, arguing) with someone on an anime forum.

Chad did what he said he was going to do, and quicker than expected. When Noah opened the door for him, Chad asked him how he was.

Noah coughed. ‘Good. I feel better now. You wait in my room and I’ll make us some coffee. You okay with having it black?’ 

‘Yeah, but aren’t you still sick? I should make it.’

‘It’s fine, really.’ Noah nudged him into his room.

Chad spun around on the chair by the desk. As he stopped the chair, his hand slipped on the mouse, moving it enough to wake the laptop from its screensaver mode. A tab showed a forum debate entitled ‘Are Traps Gay?’

When Noah entered the room with two cups of coffee, Chad asked him, ‘What are traps? I’m guessing you’re not talking about stuff used for hunting, unless hunting’s a gay activity now.’ This caused Noah to spill some of the coffee as he slammed the mugs on the desk.

‘N-none of your business.’ Chad took out his phone. ‘Wait!’ Noah shouted as he closed the door behind him. He whispered, ‘Okay, so, uh, in anime there are these guys called ‘traps’ who look like girls.’

Chad joined him in speaking with a hushed voice. ‘Sounds like an insult.’

‘H-how?’

‘Well, a trap means you’re, I don’t know, tricking someone, right? Are these anime dudes who look like chicks tricking people or something? Or is the word a coincidence or something like that?’

‘Well, uh, no, I mean, I think the word comes from that, but, uh…’ Noah looked around the room for a way to change the subject but found nothing. The whispering ended. ‘It-It’s a compliment nowadays!’

‘Really? Doesn’t sound like one,’ Chad said as he shrugged his shoulders.

‘The question isn't really about those guys anyway, so it doesn’t matter if they’re ‘tricking’ you or not. It’s more about if you’re gay for liking them. They’re, uh, popular with dudes.’

‘Sounds pretty gay to me.’

‘It’s not! Absolutely not! You think some faggot would be into anime characters who look like girls? No, it’s the realm of the straight men. Only straight men can appreciate these beauties.’

Chad stood up and leaned closer to Noah. ‘So you’re into dudes?’

‘No, it doesn’t count, it doesn’t-’

‘Would you fuck a real-life guy in a dress?’

‘Uh… n-no…’

Chad smirked as some mysterious, much more confident force possessed him and made words he never expected to say spew from his mouth.  Perhaps it was Noah’s relatable nervousness that made him feel oddly safe. He put his hand between Noah’s shoulder and his neck, lightly rubbing the area.

‘Would you fuck me if I looked like a girl?’

Noah didn’t respond, at least verbally. He just stared at Chad, who leaned closer and drank in the delicious sound of his heartbeat.

The stare lasted a good twenty or so seconds before their bodies joined together in a heated kiss. As Noah panted with desire, the zest of ginger and the scent of honey from his lunch lit up Chad’s mind, as did his partner’s heartbeat, which continued to get louder and faster. Chad’s heart and breaths quickly matched him as he held his cheeks, his thumbs stroking the hair in front of his ears. He continued kissing him even as he started becoming more aware of what he was doing, as any fear he could possibly feel was replaced with the endorphins he usually got playing football.

Part of him had expected an overly slobbery kiss, so he grinned when he noticed that this wasn’t the one he was having. Noah’s lips were a little rough but Chad enjoyed every inch of them. Noah’s skin was hot and, in contrast with his lips, soft. 

He pushed Chad onto the chair and stuck his tongue in his mouth, reaching for the taller man’s coat to take it off. Chad shivered at this sudden display of dominance and helped him fling off the coat. Noah only let go of him to turn on the CD player and soon the sounds of their kiss were hidden under the swelling of a boisterous symphony. They moved to the bed, grasping at each other’s clothes to remove them as quickly as possible.

The air was filled with heavy breaths that gradually slowed down. The duo felt almost sick from the smell of the room. The CD player finished its current track before Noah turned it off. He turned until his back was facing Chad, who placed his hand on the shorter man’s hip.

‘How was it?’ he murmured. Noah shrugged, refusing to look at him and yet again focusing on his own hands as if smoke was emanating from them. ‘That bad, huh? Sorry, I’m new to this. That was my first time.’

Noah rolled back with the speed of a tumble dryer. ‘The fuck are you talking about? There’s no way you were a virgin. What about all those girls that throw themselves at you?’

‘What girls?’ 

Noah stared at Chad like the man was high. Chad stroked his hip with his thumb as he said, ‘And besides, even if I did sleep with girls, it’s not like that would prepare me to sleep with a guy. I doubt many girls would be interested in doing what you…’ He laughed nervously.

Noah covered his eyes with his bangs. ‘Oh. Yeah. Speaking of which, are you… sore?’

Chad shifted his butt on the bed. ‘A little. Maybe we should have done more prep.’ He reached underneath the sheets and pulled out a bottle. ‘This is pretty good stuff, though. And the condoms… why’d you have these on you?’

Noah gulped, staring at the ceiling, then the door, anything to prevent him from having to look at Chad.

‘In… in case I needed to use them… with a girl. I bought them when you made me think for a second that maybe I could actually get a girl.’

Chad sighed. ‘Yeah, so, uh, what exactly are we? I mean, are we… what’s it called… bisexual?’

Noah pulled the sheets up despite showing no shame a few minutes earlier. ‘No way,’ he said with a shake of the head like a dog leaving a bath. ‘This is… fucked. I shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t have… Let’s just forget about this. It never happened, alright?’

Chad dropped the bottle and looked down at the sheets with a frown. ‘Was I really that bad? Or couldn’t you picture me as a girl? Maybe you are straight after all-’

‘You were fine!’ Noah snapped. ‘And I didn’t imagine you as a girl. You were… okay. It felt good.’ He looked at the evidence of this: the condom in the bin. ‘It’s just that… my first time wasn’t supposed to be ‘okay’.’

‘What’d you expect it to be like? It’s not like either of us are very experienced.’

‘I don’t know. Just better. It almost feels like nothing happened. I mean, for Christ’s sake, I lost my virginity! That’s a big deal, isn’t it? It’s not like I can undo it.’ Noah tightened his grip on his sheets until his knuckles turned white. ‘So why don’t I feel any different?’

With another sigh Chad turned around and got off the bed. Unsure how to reply to that question, he asked Noah where the bathroom was but, before Noah could answer, they heard a knock on the door. 

‘Noah, are you decent?’ a feminine voice called out.

‘No!’

‘Well hurry up and get dressed. Family meeting.’

Noah looked from side to side in thought before shoving Chad in the closet and pulling the quilt over the sheets to hide the evidence. He picked up the clothes he wore from before and threw Chad’s clothes into the closet.

‘Family meeting? Since when do we have those?’

‘We do now! Your father and I can’t decide on dinner.’

Noah pulled his jeans up, trying to ignore the sudden stickiness of his underwear. ‘Well, decide for yourself! You don’t need me.’ Chad felt his heart twist but he focused on his task of putting clothes on while cramped in a closet. Noah threw a shirt on and opened the door just a little, not so much as to show what was on his bed.

His mother pinched her nose. ‘What’s that smell?’

‘Nothing! I’m sure it’s nothing.’

After hearing the door slam shut, Chad made his way out of the closet, picked up his bag and coat and snuck out of the room. He tiptoed through the living room. He locked eyes with Noah, who gave him a deer in the headlights look. His parents turned their heads and Chad ducked down behind the couch, holding his breath. His heart sped up as he crawled to the door. He looked at Noah one last time and put his hand on the door.

Noah looked in the opposite direction and yelled, ‘Did you see that? Mittens just jumped for no reason!’ Chad opened the door. ‘I think she saw a mouse!’ Chad closed the door behind him and slowly exhaled. 

Once the family meeting ended, Noah took to Incels.me and discovered that the website was gone. He was fuming when he learned that it was taken down. He searched around for a replacement and quickly found one. He joined it under a new username and began to write, changing Chad from a ‘he’ to an unnamed ‘she’.

Rotcel2003- [LifeFuel] My crush likes me back

Well, this is only half life fuel. On the one hand, I just slept with my crush. It was fairly good, and she’s pretty hot, but it wasn’t life-changing. It kind of makes me question why I was so obsessed with losing my virginity. Is this really the life of an ascended incel? I don’t know. 

I can’t help but wonder if it was worth doing stuff with her. I mean, what kind of femoid would be into me? She clearly has low standards to date a sub-3 like me. And it’s even weirder when you consider that it started with us talking about anime. She doesn’t even watch anime! Plus, we were talking about traps, not exactly prime normie material.

So yeah, I’m conflicted.

When Noah went back onto the post, he was shocked at the influx of replies calling him a bluepilled cuck and saying he was bragging. Someone even accused him of being a normie trying to pass himself off as an incel.

It was that night when Chad decided to look up this whole incel thing. He came across the same forum Noah visited and saw a post about a discussion of anime ‘traps’ leading to sex.

His fish-out-of-water eyes returned. 

#chad vs incel #chad x incel #bisexual #incel #romance #drama #original fiction #breaking stereotypes #lesbian #Chad and the Incel

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How They Met | TomTord

•3rd POV•

"Dad!". Tord looked over to see who called for him. A little kid ran and jumped into his arms. He made a little 'oof' and almost fell backwards but was able to stay stable. "Yes my little Torm?" Tord asked as he looked at the small child in his arm. The child, Torm, looked up at his dad. He smiled a bright smile with those black void with white small dots in them filled with joy. "Can we listen to the story again!" He beamed. "I dont know..." Tord put on a thinking face. "Please! Please! Please!" Torm pleaded as he stayed in his father's arms, bouncing up and down. Tord chuckled, " Alrighty then. Go get your siblings into the common room and papa and I will head over there. "Yay!" The small child jumped out of his father's arms and ran back upstairs yelling, "Tod! Honeybee! It's story time let's go to the common room!" Tord smiled and chuckled. He went over to the kitchen to find his love.

His love was standing up at the counter. Coffee and newspaper in hand as he read it. He was facing the other way of Tord and didn't see him. Tord walked behind him and once he got close enough, he wrapped his arms around the taller male and placed his head onto his love shoulder. "Tommy, the kids want to hear the story again!" Tord said happy. The story was an important memory and probably the happiest of his, tied with adopting the kids and marrying Tom. Tom chuckled, "They love that story almost as much as I love you." Tord giggled and began to pull Tom. "Come on let's go! Tom sat his coffee and newspaper down. He turned around then quickly scooped his husband up bridal style. "Let's go my prince!" Tord called out and continued to giggle. Tom chuckled and proceed to take his husband up stairs to go into the common room.

The common room was a room where there were toys, games, and a nice place to relax. They walked into the room where their kids impatiently sat on the beanbags. The wall color of the room was a nice black then red with blue swirls on it. The room har multiple beanbags laid out with multiple toys scattered in there sections of the room. Tom sat Tord down onto his feet gently and they both made there way to the two bigger beanbags in front of their kids. On the left side sat the oldest kid. His name was Tod and he was 15 years old. Tod was sometimes his emo kind of self but every kid goes through that. Though, he mainly was the overprotective older brother to his younger siblings. The next kid was the middle child. His name was Torm and he was 12 years old. Torm was a troublemaker kind of kid. He would like to run around and make chaos. Although he knew when he passed the line and would never cause trouble to his siblings. And finally next to him was the youngest. Her name was Honeybee and she was 8 years old. Honeybee was all happy and enjoyed to be nice to others and having fun with everyone. Tom and Tords pride and joy.

"Come on come one! Tell us the story again!" Torm proclaimed as he jumped around in his beanbag. Tom chuckled, "Alright, here we go." He looked over to Tord so he would start it off. " The best day of the year-" He started but cut off by Honeybee, "Even better than Christmas!? Even better than birthdays?!" She protested. Tord laughed, "Yep the best day in the year! And this year it's June 29th! What happens on that day?" Torm and Honeybee began to think. Tod raised his hand and Tord called on him, "That's the day the pride parade is held, correct?" Tord nodded and Torm and Honeybee let out a "Ohhhhh". "Alright so. It was the best day of the year of the year-"

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Pride Parade. Held in New York City. Tord flew out from his hometown, Oslo, Norway, just to come at it. It was said that it was going to be the biggest Pride Parade in decades! Tord lived with his two closest friends, Pau and Pat. They were together and were going to come with him but things got in between sadly. His parents don't know he is gay but he didn't plan telling them. Tord parents were pretty strict with these kinds of topics so he never wanted to come out of closet honestly. Anyways, he was flying out for a whole week to stay in NYC. He was going to go on Friday and with the distance he would be arriving around Midnight on Saturday. The parade was held on Sunday which means he gets some sleep them it will be that great day. Tord was extremely excited for the day. He was sure that he would be able to find his lucky someone.

After a long 26 hour flight and a nice sleep at his hotel. It was the day. Tord quickly got up at 8:00 AM and took his shower. After his shower he combed his hair into his iconic two horn shape hair style. He got changed into a rainbow hoodie that had short- short sleeves. Tord wore his gloves that showed his fingers that went up halfway to his wrist that was as well rainbow. He wore his personal tie-dye short-shorts that were, of course, rainbow. He wore long socks that went to the knee, rainbow. And lastly his tall boots that were black. He was ready. He ate a stack of pancakes from room services, which was delicious. Finally it was 12:00 o'clock. Tord shot himself off his bed and grabbed his bag. The bag contained basic necessities like water bottles, his phone, and snacks.

He quickly headed out of his hotel room and the building and began to run towards where is was held. Central Park. A quick run later he made it. It was beautiful. The street was covered with many colors of diffrent sexualitys. There were people cheering from the apartment buildings that the street was on. Of course, sadly, there was a bunch of Homophobic people holding there rude signs and protesting. They all just ignored and continued to watch the entertainers. Tord walked through the crowd that were watching with bright colors and made it closer to the front. He made it to the front next to a taller male. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that was the colors of the pansexual flag.

Tord looked the male up and down. He was wearing some black shorts but not very short. His hair was died at the tip with the iconic bright pink, yellow, and blue color. Tord felt his face begin to heat up and he just shock it off. He began to cheer with the other male and the rest of the crowd. A few minutes he heard a voice. "This is probably the best Pride Parade so far honestly!". Tord looked over to his side and noticed that it was the male. He blushed more when he saw his eyes. His eyes were black, complete voids or just black? Tord didn't care, it was hot. "Y-Yeah really... It's the first one I have been at." He said smiling at him. The male noddes, "My name is Thomas,  just call me Tom for short." Tom smiled. "My name is Tord, nice to meet you!"

"Nice accent, where are you from?" Tom continued the conversation. "Norway! What about you?" He replied. "I'm from England but moved to stay here!" Tord nodded. 'I can ask him out right now... He seems perfect.. Maybe a drink would be nice.' Tord thought to himself. "Hey.. W-would you l-like to get a drink after?" Tord stuttered out. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the other side in embarrassment. Tom smiled, "Sure! You seem really cool." He felt his face heat up a little. Tord looked over at him and smiled, "Cool.."

They continued to watch the parade go by and after 3 hours of it. It sadly ended. Tom and Tord were talking a lot and when it ended they began to walk together to a cafe. When they made it to the cafe they got in line. "What are you going to order?" Tom asked as he looked up at the menu. "Hmmm... probably a Strawberry smoothie. What about you?" Tord responded. "Strawberry smoothies are good, but Blueberry smoothies are the best!" Tom chuckled. "Pfft- sure. Whatever you say, just that you are lying to yourself since Strawberry is the best." Tord snickered. Tom lightly punched Tords shoulder, "Not true!" They both began to laugh at how childish they were.

It was their turn to order. "Alright so, one Blueberry smoothie and one Strawberry smoothie please!" The cashier nodded. Another employee went and got both drinks and quickly returned. "That will be 8.46 please!" Tom nodded and paid for it before Tord could protest. Tom grabbed both of the drinks and handed Tords his. "You didn't have to pay!" Tord protested as they walked out of the cafe. "Hey my treat." Tom replied. "On what?" Tord took a sip of his smoothie. "On this wonderful day!" Tom chuckled. Tord laughed along, "Fine, how about we go to the park next?" Tord offered, not wanting this day to end. "Sure!" Tom beamed.

They finished their smoothie and there were waste bins along the streets so they threw them away there. They continued their storll and made it to the park. The park was honestly beautiful. The bright colors of the flowers then and the vibrant green grass. There were some LGBTQ colored fairy light still hung up from tree to tree. "This is so beautiful!" Tord began to twirl around on the lath then stepping upon the grass, Tom chuckling and tagging along. Tord plopped himself down onto the grass, smiling brightly. Tom laid himself right next to Tord. They laid in silence and began to watch the clouds go by. Their hands were centimeters apart and would occasionally brush against each other.

Tom slowly inched his hand over to Tords. He took a deep breath then placed his hand on top of Tords. Tord flinched at the touch. He looked over and saw Tom staring up to the clouds again. He looked at his hands and saw Tom gripping his gently. Tord smiled and blushed. He looked back at the clouds and relaxed. "What do you see?" Tom asked without looking at Tord. Tord thought for a minute, "Freedom.." He replied and smiled. Tom smiled, "Same.." They went back to their peaceful silence as they continued to see the clouds move along. after a few minutes, Tom pulled his hand away and sat himself up. Tord was a bit upset but sat himself up as well. "What do you want to do?" Tom asked and pulled his knees up to his chest. Tord looked around and got a thought.

He stood himself up and went over to a good flower patch. Tom was confused but flowed Tord. Tord sat himself down and began to pick the flowers. Tom sat next to him, still perplexed. "What are you doing?" He asked the small Norski. "You'll see." Was all he said as he continued to pick pink, yellow, and blue flowers. Tofd began to weave them all togethers, starting to form a flower crown. Tom just washed him do his thing. Tord finished the flower crown and smiled. He looked back at Tok and placed the flower crown on his head. "There! Perfect!" Tom smiled and blushed. "Thank you Tord! But.." He took it off and placed it onto Tord. He continued, "I think it would be best on you!" Tord blushed. "But it is my thank you to you for my Strawberry smoothie!" He took it off and placed it back onto the taller male. "Alright fine. I really like it!" Tord smiled.

Out of nowhere, Tom pulled Tord into a hug. Tord was kinda shocked but he then hugged back. "I'm really glad I met you today.." Tom said as he continued to hug the smaller male. Tord smiled and blushed more, "Yeah same.." They stayed in the hug in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was nice and peaceful. After a few minutes they both pulled away. Tord checked his phone. There were 3 missed calls from Pau and 7 from Pat. The time read 6:34 Pm. "Oh wow it is getting pretty late.. I think I need to head back to the hotel." Tord stood himself up and Tom did the same. "I'll walk you there!" He quickly offered. Tord smiled, "Alright, on the way let's tell each other about yourselves." Tom nodded and they began to walk.

"Alright, what is your.... Favorite movie?" Tord asked. Tom thought for a little, "Probably... Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell 4." Tord eyes widened,  "Same!" He beamed. "Really? That's cool!" Tom responded. Their hands began to get closer each second of standing next to each other. Tom decided on his plan and then held Tords hand. Tord flinched and looked over at his hands. He blushed and smiled. "My turn to ask a question. What is your favorite.. food?" Tom asked simply, acting like they were totally not holding hands. "Probably pasta honestly, and you?" Tom nodded, "Probably spaghetti really." Tom made a note to self. -Ask Tord out next time to eat pasta. "Well.. we are here now.." Tord said as they stood in front of a hotel complex. "Alright.. so... See you next time?" Tom asked, still holding Tords hand. "If you want a next time." He responded.

Tom nodded. Tord took out his pen from his pocket. He took Tom's arm and wrote his number on it. "Call me." Was all the Norski said and ran up to the complex. He looked back and waved at Tom. Tom waved back, still stunned from what happend. Tord giggled and ran into the hotel. He went up the elevator and to his room. Once he made it, he opened his door and plopped down onto his bed. He felt a vibrate from his phone. Tord looked at it and noticed if was a call from Tom. He quickly picked it up. "Yello." Tord greated. "Couldn't wait to call you.." Tom responded. Tord chuckled, "Alright, let's continue to get to know each.

They spent all night talking to each other. It was 2:00 Am when they both had to go. Tord laid in his bed smiling and felt his heart about to explode. He quickly got himself changed then jumped into bed, falling asleep quickly from being exhausted from the best day of his life. The week continued with both of them hanging out everyday. Getting closer and closer each day. At the end of the week, it was a very sad they as they had to say goodbye since Tord had go back to Norway. They were both in tears but promised to stay in touch. When Tord got home and back with Pau and Pat he just broke into more tears, missing Tom so much already. He got a surprise call the evening which was midnight for Tom. Tom called him. They talked for hours. And it continued like that,

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A few months later, Tord was able to get enough money to go back to New York. He kept it as a surprise to Tom. Finally it was the day to go back to see Tom. He was able to stay there for a whole month this time. Thanks to snapchat map, he was able to locate Tom at the coffee shop. He walked down the street when Tom was walking out with coffee in one hand and phone in the other. Tom looked up and saw Tord. He dropped his coffee in shock, "T-Tord?" Tord felt tears roll down his face as he smiled. They ran to each other and hugged. "I m-missed you s-so much.." Tord said with some sobs in between. Tom pulled away and wiped Tords tears. He then did what he wanted for years. He kissed Tord.

Tord was shocked, but he quickly melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and Tom wrapped his arms around Tords waist and brought him closer to him. They continued there kiss for a few minutes then pulled away. They were both panting and smiling at each other. "Tord Star... would you like to be my boyfriend?" Tord nodded quickly. "Yes! Of course!" Tom smiled and reconnected their lips. Tord quickly melted into the kiss and pulled himself closer to Tom. Tom licked Tord's bottom lip asking permission to enter. Tord didn't care they were in public and allowed Tom to enter. Tom entered his tongue and begam to twirl his with Tords. Tord loved the feeling as Tom fiddled his tongue with every inch of his mouth. A few minutes after that passionate kiss they pulled away. panting once more with a string of saliva in between both mouths.

"I love you so much Tord Star..."

"I love you so much too Thomas Night..."

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Torm began to jump back and down again in his spot. Honeybee was clapping and Tod was just smiling. "Yay! Papa and Dada are the best parents ever!" Beamed Honeybee. "Agree" Torm and Tod said at the same time. Tom and Tord laughed. "Alright kids, time for bed time!" Tom called out. Torm and Honeybee stood up and ran to their room to get ready. Tod stood up and went over to his father's, "Dad.. I'm going out..." Tord gave a confused expression, "Where? Its 8:00 Pm." Tod gulped, "I'm going to my friend's to study.." Tom raised an eyebrow. "A friend to study at 8..?" Tod nodded. Tord sighed, "Alright. Question, do you like who your friend is?"

Tod slowly nodded. "What is their name?" Tom asked. "Daniel.." Tord and Tom's eyes widened. "You're... gay?" Tod nodded slowly again. Tord hugged Tod. "My baby is growing up!" He cheered. Tom chuckled. Tord pulled away and grabbed Tod's shoulders, "Be home by 9:30 sharp! No funny business..." Tod blushed, "Dadddd." He groaned. Tom chuckled again. "We would like to meet him one day, to see if he is good for you." Tod nodded. Tord pulled Tod in again and kissed his forehead, which was a bit hard since they are almost the same height. "Alright love you." Tom and Tord said at the same time. Tod smiled, "Love you too!" Tod hugged them both once more then ran out the room. He had his own car to drive there so he grabbed his keys and left.

Tord turned over to Tom, "We did good.." Tom nodded, "I mean- you are the best parent in the world." Tord chuckled, "WE are the best parents.." Tom chuckled and kissed his husband's forehead. "I love you so so much Tord Star." Tord smiled, "I love you so so much too Thomas Night.." Tom picked Tord up bridal style, "Unward!" He called out. Tord giggled. Tom went out the room and then into Torm and Honeybees room. They had separate beds that were separated by a night stand. They were both tucked in and just talking, waiting for their fathers to say goodnight. Tom sat Tord onto his feet then went to Torm first while Tord went to Honeybee. They kissed the top of their kids heads. They then switched and Tord went to Torm while Tom went to Honeybee, kissed their foreheads, and said goodnight.

Tord turned off the lights and left the room with Tom. The both went downstairs to watch some T.v and relax. They sat on the couch, both laying down and Tord on top of Tom. They turned onto their favorite movie, Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell 4. Tom yawned in between the movie. "You go to bed. I'll wait for Tod." Tom shook his head, "I'll stay here with you." Tord smiled, he pecked his husband lips. "Thank you love.." Tom smiled, "Of course...". At 9:29 Pm, Tod came back. Tord got off the couch and went over to the entrance. "How did it go?". Tod smiled, "A nice study session." Tord raised his eyebrow. "He asked me out." Tod smiled bigger. Tord smiled back. He hugged Tod. "That's very good.. I still want to meet him and see if he is good for you." Tod nodded, "Alright.. I'm tired. Goodnight dad.." Tord kissed Tod's forehead, "Goodnight.." Tod went upstairs and to his room.

Tord went back to the couch and laid back onto Tom. Tom began to run his hand through Tord's hair, "So how did it go?" Tord smiled up at him. "He asked Tod out." Tom smiled. "That's nice.. we still will have to meet him." Tord nodded, "I told him that." Tom leaned in and kissed Tord gently. Tord kissed back, and after a few seconds their sweet gentle kiss was over. "I love you so much love.." Tom said. Tord laid his head back down onto Toms chest, "I love you so much too love.." In a matter of minutes. They both fell asleep.

The End.

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