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Chapter 31 - Beer & Licorice. Episode 2.

❌❌❌Fair warning!!! This episode is NSFW only!!! Do not read if you are under age/easily offended by s*x and/or gay men!!!❌❌❌ ❗Furhermore, I am not in a place in my life where I want to read through and edit such a lengthy s*x scene, so bare with this unedited shit. I apologize for weird format/spelling errors/other cringe, but it was written in 2014, I'm sure it's dusty❗ Daniel: Talking in a hoarse, damp voice I have wanted both of you for years….

Congo: Observes Daniels face and the begging arousal in his eyes then give in…

Daniel: Grabs the collar of Congos shirt demanding and presses his lips against his, french kissing him greedy, pressing his upper body against Congos, whispering in Congos mouth fuck me!!!!

Congo: Chuckles deep patience… we will get that far, but first you need to be ready…

Daniel: Breaths out a big amount of shaky air Im gonna explode soon!

Congo: Chuckles deeply do us the favor… then he will sure wake up!

Daniel: Arches back slightly pick up the speed… please…

Congo: Tilts head slightly and licks his lips Daniel… you are very sexy right now… and you are making me very hungry….

Daniel: Moans deeply

Congo: Leans downwards and french kisses Daniel fiercely

Andy: Opens his eyes and searches a bit before he dizzily focuses on Congo and Daniel, observing them with a slight chuckle that quickly turns into a soft moaning as he unzips his pants and starts jerking off himself, cumming within seconds as he observes Congo jerk off Daniel

Daniel: Moans louder as he digs his nails into Congos shoulders and arches his back further, bursting out in a hoarse voice Im gonna cum!

Congo: Quickly stops and presses his thumb against the tip of Daniels dick not yet, please…. Andy is awake… can you make it over there? Look nods at Andy he even came on himself for you… go get it…

Daniel: Moans out sighingly and holds his breath as he bites his lips hard

Congo: Slowly lets himself slide off Daniels lap and into the grass, laying down on his side, supporting his head in one of his palms, leaning the elbow on the ground, observing Andy with hungry, yet loving eyes

Daniel: Grabs his dickhead, squeezing it firmly, then takes a deep breath, slowly standing up and even slower walks the few steps to Andy, biting his lips hard as he looks down at him please… suck me…

Andy: Bites his lip hard and sits up straight, grinning wide as he digs his nails into Daniels buttcheeks and locks his lips around the tip of Daniels dick as he lets go, quickly gliding half of the dick into his mouth with a longing moan, sucking it softly, bobbing his head up and down slowly, once in a while letting his tongue flutter against the shaft

Daniel: Leans his head backwards, looking at the stars as he moans out loud and relieved this is fucking perfect… keep going… Andy… pretty much moans out his name as he digs his fingers into Andys mohawk

Andy: Moans softly and sucks a bit stronger as he moves a bit further down the shaft

Daniel: Tightens his ass cheeks and starts moaning more rapidly Im gonna cum!

Andy: Quickly glides up over the shaft till he only has a little more than the tip inside his mouth, sucking it fiercely as if he was trying to suck out the cum, and just as he feels the warmth on his tongue, he flutters his tongue over the tip, moaning deeply as he feels the cum fill his mouth, swallowing deep, feeling insanely aroused by the taste and feeling of the warm liquid glide down his throat, and the slight pain from Daniels fingers digging into his mohawk. As the cum stops seeping out, he sucks a last time, then slowly lets the tip glide out of his mouth, grinning satisfied at Daniel

Daniel: Slowly lets go of his hair and turns to look at Congo a bit hesitating

Congo: Nods at him softly you boys stop over thinking it please… lets have some fun…. do as you please…

Andy: Slowly stands up and along the way lets his pants drop, dragging his tshirt over his head so he stands before them completely naked, running two fingers over the shaft of his dick, drying up his own cum, then slowly slightes his fingers into Daniels mouth, licking his lips, and as he feels Daniel lick off his cum, he moans softly, gliding the fingers back out again, replacing them with his own tongue, pressing his hard dick against Daniels

Congo: Slowly starts rubbing himself outside his pants, feeling his own boner throb under his jeans as he observes the two of them

Daniel: Lets his pants drop and digs his nails into Andys ass cheeks, moaning deeply from the feeling of finally being able to fully enjoy the feeling of the bubble butt in his hands, moaning softly into Andys mouth I want you so badly!

Andy: Sighs out the words I want you too….. badly!

Daniel: Lets one hand quickly travel up Andys spine, grabbing on fiercely to Andys backhead, pushing him strongly against himself as he starts kissing him greedily

Congo: Moans out deeply

Andy: Pulls his head a bit away, observing Congo, then smiles cheekily at Daniel lets join him over there… he is starting to get impatient, and he loves it when Im the one to free him from his pants bites lips cheekily and walks around Daniel, making sure to sway his ass alluring from side to side as he walks over to Congo, kneels down, french kissing him passionately, as he slowly unzips his pants and drags them off, pushing Congo gently so he lands on his back in the soft, moist grass Look at him… isnt he perfect? looks back at Daniel proudly

Daniel: Nods and bites his lips hungrily as he observes Congos half naked body the shirt as well…

Andy: Nods agreeing and slowly unbuttons the many buttons in the flannel shirt, spreading it out to the sides, blotting Congos chest as he looks at Daniel that now kneels down next to them Im so lucky… I cant even believe it smiles happily and bows down, planting soft licks around Congos chest, slowy making his way down his stomach and down to his dick, he slowly flutters his tongue over it, then looks up at Daniel with hungry eyes taste him…

Daniel: Licks his lips hungrily and leans down, letting his tongue slowly glide over Congos masculine hairy chest, getting insanely aroused by the slight taste of sweat fuck!!

Andy: Nods agreeing I know… hes perfect! His taste… his scent… him!

Congo: Moans deeply

Andy; Lets his mouth glide down over Congos dick, slowly all the way down to the root, fluttering his tongue over the shast a few seconds, before gliding all the way back up to the tip, circkling his tongue around the tip, moaning softly

Congo: Arches his back gently and moans deeper

Andy: Grins wide and lets two fingers flutter over Congos balls, sucking the tip of his dick strongly as Congos moans intensifies, and just as Congo cums, he moans deeply and closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the warm cum fill his mouth, and as no more comes, he swallows about half, then grabs Daniels jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, dragging him upwards, and just as their lips touch, he lets the rest of the cum seep into Daniels mouth taste and feel him licks his lips hungrily

Daniel: Swallows hard and grins wide god, its so warm… almost fever-ish…

Andy: Nods eagerly I know… I just cant get enough of him, in every single way!

Daniel: Nods agreeing and grins cheekily at Congo

Congo: Reaches upwards and strokes Andys cheek lovingly what do you guys say we take this to the treehouse where we wont startle anyone, since the night is still young… and where we can make a lot more noise?

Daniel: Jumps up exitedly FUCK YEAH!!!

Andy: Laughs loudly and gets up fast, dragging Congo after him, kissing him passionately, then slaps his ass teasingly lets go sexy!

Daniel: *As they all 3 reach the treehouse, he stumbles through the door, Andy grabbing on to his arm to prevent him from falling in the last split second, pinning him against the wall as he greedily kisses him, digging his fingers into his chest as Congo from behind starts kissing and biting the back of Andy's own neck, sending chills up and down his spine, making him moan hoarsely. *Daniel moans loudly as Andy starts kissing down the side of his neck, digging his fingers into Andys back* You both drive me insane! He moans hoarse as Congos lips find their way to his, pinning Andy against the two of them

Andy: Moans husky on Daniels skin, making sweat appear and run down Daniels body, tickling Daniels skin, sending goosebumps through him, so he pushes himself roughly against the both of them, and as Congo steps aside, he strongly grabs on to Andys upper arms, forcing him backwards, throwing him down on the unfolded sofa bed, kissing him passionately as he lowers himself on top of Andy

Congo: Observes them hungrily for a few seconds, before joining them in bed, lovingly stroking Andys hair what do you say we let out guest start out?

Andy: Nods agreeingly, and pulls his head away a bit, talking at Daniel in a husky tone Daniel… what do you say to a 69?…. you on top? Fucking my throat?

Daniel: Bites his lips cheekily I say, how low can I go?

Andy: Moans out the words all the way… I fucking beg you….

Daniel: Moans whimpering and turns around as he slowly back up a bit, crawling on top of Andy, placing his own dick in front of Andys mouth, slowly starting to lick Andys dick, moaning at the taste of it, feeling himself getting even more aroused, and moans out long and deep, as he glides himself into Andys mouth, and slowly down his throat

Congo: Moans satisfied at the sight of the two of them thats it…. slow and steady to begin with…

Daniel: Moans out deep as he himself starts deepthroating Andys dick, making his mouth water up and saliva run from the corners of his mouth, causing a stinging pain in the cuts on his cheek (He was cut the night before with a broken bottle during a fight

Andy: Moans deep as he feels Daniel pick up a slight speed in his rhythm, digging his fingers into Daniel ass cheeks so he can better control the rhythm and speed himself, making Daniel pick up even more speed, making Andy's throat make some squishing sounds as he makes Daniel fuck it

Congo: Moans deep at the side of Andy getting greedier, so he crawls over the bed, plants a gentle kiss on Andys forehead, then crawls behind Andys head, slowly leaning forwards, and plants his face between Daniels ass cheeks, letting his tongue flutter over Daniels hole

Daniel: Moans loud as he feels Congos tongue connect with the sensitive area, getting more greedy, so he bobs his head more rapidly, once in a while making gag sounds as he feels Andys dick hit his gag reflex

Andy: Follows up on Daniels speed and forces him stronger inside his throat, causing him to gag as well, sending foaming saliva out of the corners of his mouth, and tears into his eyes, both of their moaning intensifies

Daniel: Presses his ass firmly against Congos face, and by that changes angle sightly in Andys throat, making Andy gag more frekvently, which only turns them all 3 even more on

Congo: Slowly slides a finger inside Daniel, twirling just the tip of it inside the hole, for several seconds before letting the rest slide in as well, spinning it in soft 8's

Andy: Moans loudly as he feels himself getting close to cumming, tightenig his grip on Daniels ass as he arches his back, getting deeper in Daniels throat, hearing him gag again, only intensifies his moaning

Congo: Gently slides in another finger, crossing them inside Daniel, and lets them move in and out at the speed Andy is moving the ass up and down, moaning deeply as he lets his teeth sink into Daniels inner thighs one by one

Daniel: Moans loud at each of the bites, then cums strongly inside Andys mouth and throat, moaning even louder as he feels Andy cum inside his own mouth and throat, coughing slightly as some of the cum runs out his nose and down the shaft of Andys dick, filling his eyes up with tears

Congo: Slowly parts the fingers inside Daniel, and stretches his hole slightly, licking the skin around it to make him relax and wet

Andy: Moans deeply as he feels the warm cum run down his throat, feeling light headed and dizzy

Daniel: Moans out whimpering as he feels Congo stretching him, slowly gliding Andys dick out of his mouth, and with a hoarse voice whimpers someone, please fuck me! He crawls off Andy and grabs on to the headpiece of the bed, digging his fingers into the leather covered wooden head board, arching his back softly to present his ass someone, please take me…

Congo: Nods at Andy you first… if you can…

Andy: Nods and grins wide of course I can! He eagerly gets up on his knees, grabs Daniels ass roughly and pulls him just a cm backwards, as he plants a few soft kisses on Daniels upper back, gently pressing his dick against Daniels butthole

Daniel: Moans hoarse in anticipation Im ready….

Andy: Moans softly as he lets the tip slowly glide inside, biting his lips as he feels the tight ring around him, gazing backwards for just a few seconds, to see if Congo is okay with it

Congo: Nods agreeing go on *grabs his own dick and slowly starts stroking it… I love to watch you two… you are incredible sexy!

Daniel:Wiggles his ass a bit impatiently and presses himself a bit more against Andy, making Andy glide in a few more cm's, making him moan deeply more!

Andy: Leans forwards and digs his teeth into Daniels upper back, as he very slowly and teasingly lets the rest of him glide inside Daniel, enjoying to hear him whimper beggingly, sighing from the satisfaction of feeling Daniel tight around himself

Daniel: Moans out husky please, Andy, fuck me! I have wanted this since we were teenagers… dont hold back!

Andy: Grins wide at Daniels words and straightens his back really? teenagers?

Daniel: Nods confirming yes… teenagers…

Andy: Grins at Congo, then pulls almost all the way out slowly and thrusts himself back in, making Daniel yelp out a loud screaming sound

Daniel: MORE!!!!

Andy: Repeats process

Daniel: Screams loudly till his voice breaks oh god! fuck me so fucking hard I almost bleed! Tear my ass apa… coughs slightly

Andy: Repeats a few more times, grinning wider each time at Daniels continuing outbursts

Congo: Moans softly it sounds like I have two Andy's on my hands?

Andy: Nods agreeing and pics up a more flowing rhythm, fucking Daniel fast and strong

Daniel: Moans loud and rapidly Yes!!! Thats it!!! fuck me Andy!!!!

Andy: Grabs onto Daniels shoulders to better be able to thrust, loving the feeling of Daniel willingly sucking him in

Congo: Gets on his knees and crawls up close behind Andy, just in time to cum over Andys hole, making Andy moan out loudly with him

Andy: Yells hoarsely Oh god yes!!! help me fuck him!

Congo: Moans deeply, and slides a finger inside Andy, arching it upwards like a hook, making it able for him to help push and pull Andy fowards and backwards, biting his lips as both boys starts moaning louder

Andy: Moans out loud and long oh fuck yeah!!! God this is so good!!!!

Daniel: Tightens himself around Andy to better suck him more inside fuck me harder!!! Harder!!! God Andy!!! Your dick is just as perfect as your ass!!!

Andy: Moans deep by Daniels words and arches his back gently, planting both his hands on Daniels upper back, forcing him down into the matress, grabbing his ass strongly and fucks him fiercely harder?

Daniel: Bites into the sheets Stuff me!!!!

Congo: Moans deeply oh god! I have two of you!

Andy: Moans loud as he thrusts himself deep inside Daniel, putting all his weight into it

Daniel: Drill my fucking ass!! Bruise it!!

Congo: Moans deep and lets his free hand dig into Andy's asscheek

Daniel: More!!! More!!!

Andy: Moans out loud and thrusts as fircely as he can, feeling sweat run down his back, hearing his thighs clap against Daniels ass, then suddenly, he feels Congos strong hands, wrip him away from Daniel and throw him on the bed on his back, seeing Congo with piercing eyes above him

Congo: In deep firm tone you later! Stay there! Time to bring in the big guns! He somewhat growls as he crawls up behind Daniels ass and grabs it firmly, somewhat pulling Daniels ass up over his big throbbing dick, moaning out deep

Daniel: Gasps, then moans in an almost suffering tone fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!! He almost immediately turns limp in his body, melting into the sheets, only his ass still stays raised and tense

Congo: Digs his fingers into Daniels skin, pushing and pulling him over his dick like a glove, loving the friction, and grins wide as he draws a hand back and slaps Daniels ass almost violently, making him yelp out in pain and surprise. He repeats process with the other cheek, then roughly pulls Daniel more upwards so he can grab on to Daniels dick with both hands, pumping it strongly but without hurting him in any way Ill fucking stuff you two till you cant take anymore… and then Ill stuff you some more… and when you fall asleep, and think you can finaly relax, Ill stuff you some more… and once I get tired moans deep and glutteral Ill make you stuff each other till you will feel like dick sausages are emmerging from your throats… meters of dicks just getting pushed all teh way through you both, leaving you wide open and begging for mercy!

Andy: Sits up straight, observing Congo in almost disbelief

Congo: Snarls and thrusts himself rapidly into Daniel

Andy: Grabs on to Congos upper arm strongly THATS ENOUGH!!

Congo: Completely freezes alltogether

Daniel: Sobs silently into the mattress

Andy: Pushes Congo off Daniel strongly, and watches cum dripple out of Daniels gaping asshole, Daniels ass seconds after tilting to a side and slamming down on the mattress Daniel? Andy quickly slides himself up to Daniels head, grabbing it and lifting it up in his lap, gently stroking his wet cheeks are you alright?

Congo: Curls up his legs against his chest and looks at the two of them with tears in his eyes Im so fucking sorry! See, this is why I dont like getting pushed Andy… it turns me into this freak! Daniel, Im so sorry, are you okay?

Daniel: Softly starts chuckling between his sobbing

Andy: Looks at him very concerned please tell if you are okay or not?

Daniel: Chuckles louder, and slowly sits up that was the best fucking sex I ever had in my whole god damn life!!! Can I just please have both of you forever?! Laughs loudly

Congo: Bursts out in a mix of tears and laughter

Andy: Pushes Daniel teasingly and follows up on the laughing fuck! I thought he nearly fucked you to death… I have never seen him like this before… close yes, but not all the way looks at Congo hungrily you are a fucking freak yes, but you are my freak! And Im quite jealous now! Points tongue at Congo

Congo: Shakes head firmly Im not going there again Andy… I have no control of myself… please dont make me.

Daniel: Sits up straight and fumbles around on a little table next to the couch bed, then grabs a pack of cigs and lights one well I surely need a break.. dries some sweat of his forehead Congo… I would be happy to superwise and drag you away if things gets out of hand…. I know you would never hurt Andy in a million years…

Congo: Shakes head firmly

Andy: Gets on his knees and crawls closer to Congo, planting his thumbs on Congos cheeks to gently whipe away few tears I love you beyond reason… and you are the most gentle, warmhearted, loving person I have ever met… Daniel and I can handle you… I know we look smaller than you… but we can handle just as much as someone your own size… we even crave it quite often… please, once in a while, let go of your leash and run wild with us… with me… for both of us… I hate knowing you control yourself every single time…. I can handle it Congo…. try….

Congo: Takes a deep breath Andy… Dont make me…

Daniel: Grins cheekily push him… hes right there at the edge Andy…

Andy: Frowns a bit I would really hate to… but Im sure you will thank me later… leans over Daniel and pulls out a drawer in the small table, grabbing something from the darkness, adding a good amount of lube to it without giving away what it is, slowly moving closer to Congo, then in a quick move, strongly slides a hand under Congos ass, and quickly presses the smal round egg shaped vibrator against Congos hole and inside

Congo: Moans surprised and gets on all four, to try to grab the string hanging out of him to pull it out, but before he reaches that far, Andy pushes a small button on the remote he now holds in his hand I beg you for weeks now… if you wont deliver out of free will… Ill have to make you grins cheekily at Congo and pushes the volume up, watching Congo fall to his side and squirm from pain and pleasure

Daniel: Sits up more straight, very eager about the turns of events oh god! is that what I think it is?!

Andy: Nods mischeviously yes… Gaby gets these things for free all the time to try out, and since it's anal toy, she passed it to me straight away… that little bad boy is the most intense orgasm I have ever gotten from a toy, and even if Im still a newbie, I have tried some pretty nasty things… it changes between small chocks and deep vibrations, switches between hot and cold…. as I see fit with this small remote… it is bound to drive anyone to their maximum in no time!

Daniel: Bites lips and takes another drag of the cig, leaning more forwarss to better enjoy the sight of squirming Congo, again trying to reach the little string

Andy: Uh-uh ups the volume again and shocks Congo several times, leaving him twitching and gasping for air

Congo: Stop it!! This is rediculous!

Andy: Shakes head slowly nuh-uh… I want my dick, and I want it now… just like you gave it to Daniel! I fucking deserve that!

Congo: Grabs out for the remote angrily, but moans beggingly as Andy upps the volume and changes the rhythm and temperature to cold for god sakes!! moans beggingly stop!!!

Andy: Grabs Congos dick, and strokes it few times, upping the volume along the way, to a point where Congo is gasping out short fast moans fuck me Congo!!! Fuck me hard and make me cry!!! Make me beg for mercy!!! He gets on his knees and turns around, pointing his asshole in Congos direction as he bends forwards and slides two fingers inside himself, stretching him open a bit Im gaping hollow and I need to be filled!!! Only you can satisfy me!!!! Im your little slut, and only you can fill me the right way!!! Fuck me Congo!!!! Make me shake!!!

Congo: Bites his lips hard, making them bleed Andy… moans loud stop!!!

Andy: No….I wont stop till you take me and make me yours forever!! I want you to mold me so Im good to no one else but you!!! Ravage me!!! Moans deep as he starts finger fucking himself

Daniel: Congo! If you dont I sure as hell will!!

Congo: Hisses at Daniel, then roars as he turns violently and strongly gets on his knees. arching his back as he grabs on to the string, pulls out the vibrator and slams it down on the floor, breaking it into pieces, roaring as he speaks was this really fucking necessary?! I told you no!!

Andy: turns and looks at Congo with flickering eyes I told you FUCK ME!!! Tear me open!!!

Congo: I love you!!! I cant!!!

Andy: I love you too, so I beg of you!!!!

Congo: Just go home Andy… go to the one person that gets a kick out of hurting you and pissing you in your face… go asking him to suck your blood as well, and slap you around! Maybe he can try force feeding you your own puke again as well?! Remember how much fun that was?!

Andy: Slaps Congo hard FUCK YOU!!! Hes nothing like that!!!!

Congo: Roars so loud the walls in the treehouse vibrates hes not?!?! He IS and DID exactly all the things I just mentioned! But Im nothing like him, and Ill always treat you with respect! And I would never watch anyone rape you, as he did, NOT even myself!!!

Daniel: Puts a gentle hand on Congos shoulder I think thats enough, for all of us…

Congo: Turns around and looks at Daniel with blazing eyes STAY OUT OF THIS! Raises hand as to slap Daniel, but gets stopped by Andy slapping Congo

Congo: Turns around and slaps Andy back out of reflex Andy I SAID NO!!!!

Andy: FUCK ME!!!!

Congo: NO!!!!!

Andy: FUCK ME!!!!!

Congo: NO!!!!!!

Andy: Jumps out of the floor, winking at Daniel fine, Ill go call the one person that knows how to do it right!

Congo: Growls loudly as he grabs onto Andys shoulders, in the same move jumps out of bed, slamming Andys back against the wall across the room, so hard he almost gets knocked unconcious, getting so dizzy he cant focus any longer, and before he gets to react, he feels his feet leave ground, and Congos big hands wrapping Andys legs around him, thrusting himself deep inside him, and starts pounding him as he bites himself hard into the arch of Andys neck, making Andy scream out in pleasure

Andy: Oh god Congo!!!! I have waited an eternity!!!! FUCK ME!!!! Fuck me good!!!!

Congo: Roars loudly shut up Andy!!! And take what you asked for!!!

Andy: Wraps his arms around Congos neck and moans loudly as he feels himself bounce up and down Congos dick fiercely, making him moan out one long moan after another, until they each gets broken by his voice growing hoarser and hoarser fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Congo!!!!!!!! Fill me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congo: SHUT UP!!!! *Bites harder into Andys neck, piercing his skin, feeling his own blood from his bleeding lip, mix with Andys blood in his mouth.

Andy: Moans out loud in a way that mostly sounds like a pig squealing, leaving long strings of saliva running down Congos back

Congo: You got enough now, huh?!

Andy: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!!!!!

Daniel: Moans loudly

Congo: Turns to see what Daniel is doing, stops his movements as he sees Daniel masturbate just behind him, almost violently Daniel… FUCK ME!!!!

Daniel: Stops and looks surprised are you su…

Congo: FUCK US!!!!!

Daniel: Bites his lip hard, and walks closer, grabbing Congos hips fiercely, and without warning thrusts himself in dry leaving Congo roaring out loud from pain, followed by Andy yelping like a beaten dog

Congo: Continue!!!

Andy: Still yelping

Daniel: Im not su…

Congo: FUCK US!!!! NOW!!!!

Daniel: Looks at Andy as he turns pale in his face and hangs limp in Congos arms

Congo: Daniel, you get 10 seconds to pull yourself together, then he will be back… got it?!

Daniel: Shakes head then starst pounding Congo fiercely, quickly finding Congos rhythm

Congo: Groans and grinds his teeth MORE!!!

Daniel: Moans loudly

Congo: Grabs onto Andys throat and tightens his hand enough for it to be slightly difficult for Andy to breath, but not enough to actually choke him, then slaps his cheek hard with his free hand, making Andy yelp out in surprise as he gets awoken from his fainting FUCK US HARDER!!!!

Daniel: Puts all his weight into every single thrust as Congo moans louder and louder, followed up by Andy

Andy: YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!!! roars out from pelasure TEAR ME OPEN!!!!!! TEAR MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!! Im yours only!!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniel: Pants and moans loud as his legs starts shaking you are fucking freaks!!! Slaps Congos ass hard I fucking love it!

Congo: Arches back we fucking love you too Daniel! Now THRUST!!!!! As Daniel does so, Congo roars louder than ever before, lifting Andy few cm's by his throat and hip, then slams im back down over his dick, exploding inside Andy as he feels Daniel cum inside him

Andy: Screams out loud from pleasure and pain, then faints again

Congo: Stops his movements and wraps an arm backwards around Daniel to support him so his legs wont collapse under him, panting for air several seconds before he speaks in a lowered voice Im sorry you had to see that…

Daniel: Chuckles hoarse between his panting damn… are you fucking kidding me? that was the most strange and bizare sex I have ever been part of, but also the hottest! By far! moans softly Im not done though… can we still…

Congo: Chuckles hoarsely yes… but we all need a break to drink some water, and I definitely deserve a cig chuckles as his legs starts shaking and we all need to slow way down, or we will end up tearing Gabys treehouse down… but first of all… can you still walk?

Daniel: Chuckles softly I think its somewhat manageable…

Congo: Smiles softly good… pull out, slowly… andd slowly walk to the bed… and just make yourself comfortable… okay?

Daniel: Nods and does as Congo says, lighting himself a new cig in bed

Congo: Kisses Andys cheek softly and slowly pulls out of him, groaning softly as cum splatters down on the floorboards and runs down their legs, grabbing Andy princess style and gently lifts him to the bed, lowering him slowly Alright… give me two minutes to make him relax, then Ill go grab us something to drink…

Daniel: Nods softly but I can….

Congo: Shakes head softly stay down for now, my muscles in my arms need a break, so I cant drag you up from the floor if you fall. He gently starts massaging Andys hole, to make it tighten up, and when hes done, he does the same to himself, then lays down next to Andy, stroking his cheek softly Andy… my love… please return to me now… Im right here…. follow my voice….

Andy: Slowly opens his eyes, smiling warmly at Congo, then gasps as he cums without further warning

Congo: Chuckles warmly and bends down, gently licking the cum off Andys dick and stomach that was delayed, huh? I hope it was still good?

Andy: Smiles lovingly as he strokes Congos cheek gently it was everything I ever dreamed of… thank you, so truly much.

Congo: Smiles softly then kisses Andys lips gently is it okay if I go grab us all three some water?

Andy: Smiles softly and nods yes… please.. my throat hurts chuckles hoarse

Congo: Chuckles even hoarser mine too

Daniel: Chuckes softly mine three…

Congo: Smiles warmly at both of them and gets up slowly, returning seconds later with 3 cold bottles of water, opening one for each of them, emptying half of his own in one go, then grabs a cig and lights it, taking a big drag I deserve this! Points tongue at Andy

Andy: Chuckles softly you sure do… and so much more…

Congo: Smiles warmly Alright guys, give me 30 minutes to collect myself… if we are supposed to continue which Im sure we all want to, we definitely need to take it way down on a more normal level… not saying we cant do rough, but no more extreme for tonight… promise me… both of you… Both nods agreeing He smiles satisfied and please… *grabs Andy and rolls him over himself, so he gets stuck between him and Daniel, you lay here and relax between us… where I know you are safe and sound *kisses his forehead gently* Andy; smiles lovingly thank you… and thank you for what you did… I promise, even though it was beyond my wildest dreams of you and me, I wont ask you of the same any day soon… or at least within this month points tongue at Congo and chuckles softly, then turns to Daniel are you okay?

Daniel: Smiles warmly Im fucking fantastic! This was just epic! Best sex ever!

Andy: Nods head agreeing sure was!

Congo: Chuckles softly Im happy then, and wont regret it smiles lovingly Daniel…?

Daniel: Yeah?

Congo: would you mind passing Andy a cig so we can all smoke and then close our eyes for 30 minutes?

Daniel: Nods softly and lights a cig, passing it to Andy, gently kissing his lips as he gives him the cig sure… thats the least I can do on top of that chuckles hoarse and sips his water, assisting Andy to sit up a bit so he can drink some too, then assists him back down to lay

Congo: Looks at both of them a bit questioning how do you feel on the inside and outside?

Andy: Nods satisfied good… a bit beaten up, but nothing feels off… just fucked repeatedly chuckles hoarse and takes a drag of the cig

Congo: Kisses Andys lips gently, stroking his cheek soothingly and you Daniel? Smiles caring at Daniel

Daniel: Smiles softly Im good too Congo… a bit sore on the outside, but nothing to be alarmed about… all tightened up agian smiles softly and takes a last drag of his cig

Andy: Nods softly and yawns yeah, me too…

Congo: Smiles warmly and reaches over, stroking Daniels cheek few times thats nice… Im happy then… all worked out fine after all *takes a drag of his cig. *As they are done eating, they all 3 curl up, close together, sharing tiny tender kisses till Daniel and Andy dozes off. Congo staying awake, caressing them both, making sure they both feel comfortable and safe as they nap.*

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melancholymetropolis · 3 years

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No Idea

Pairings: Athlete!Kirishima x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: College AU The reader is Kirishima's History tutor and they kinda have a crush on each other. It takes an afterparty filled with horny guys and a skin-tight dress for Kiri to realize he wants them all to himself.

Warning: Do I even need to say it at this point? It's smut, obvi. Kinda unedited. The reader and her best friend are black. Kirishima is a football player; he's VERY possessive over the reader. Her best friend is a little gay for her as well.

Author's Note: This was a commission!!!!! The client gave me this insane prompt and I had no choice but to go over the word limit. If you want to commission me, click here! Your support really means the world to me. Enjoy!

Word Count: 5,300

“You’re back early!” My roommate, Liza, yelled from the other side of the apartment-style dorm room. The sound of her chair scraping the floor followed shortly after, along with the light footsteps of her sock-clad feet. “I left you a plate in the microwave, in case you were hungry. I could heat it up, if you’re too tired— why the long face? What happened?”

“He didn’t show up,” I sighed as I dropped my books on the table and sank into a chair.

“How can he not show up?” Liza fumed crossing her arms. “His GPA is already in the gutter from all the other quizzes he seemed to fail before the semester even started.”

“I know,” I replied in a bored tone.

“He’s on academic probation—”

“I know.”

“One more hiccup and he’ll be off the football team—”

“I know.”

“Not to mention how you practically have to bend backward to make time for him—”

“Mhm.”

“Just for him to flake on you for the third time! I just—”

“Liza, please,” I rose from my seat and stood in front of her. “You don’t have to be angry with me. It’s truly okay.”

“No! It’s not okay!” She stormed to the microwave and pulled the cover plate from the inside. She removed the foil and pushed it back into the device, before pressing the start button four times. She turns to face me and forces an angered sigh from her lips. “He likes you, you know that right?”

I lifted my books from the table and walked to our shared room. I took in the words that she threw at me with each step and digested them. Kirishima liked me. It wasn’t as though I didn’t have an inkling that he may be, sorta found me attractive. Although I wore glasses, I wasn’t blind. At least with them on. I saw the way he looked at me when we were less than a foot apart. Shoulders practically touching as we slouched over the Advanced American History textbook. Our hands brushing against each other’s ever so often. The sparkle in his eye when he looked at me longer than a few seconds; the blush on his cheeks when I smiled at his corny jokes. His persistent tendency to walk me home, although most times, we finished our study sessions just before dusk. The way he stayed glued to my side during the journey to my dorm. How he’d carry my books on the way. I noticed it all and practically welcomed it, since I too found him attractive. The spiky redhead just had a way of making everyone swoon over him. Kirishima was genuinely a nice person, not because there was something in it for him, but just because.

The beeping from the microwave brought me back to reality. I placed the textbooks on the designated space on the shelf and fixed my scattered stationery from that morning. Liza shuffled in with a bowl of baked fetta pasta, and a piece of toasted garlic bread a few minutes later. She placed the bowl on the desk, with a fork, a can of sparkling soda, and my favorite metal straw.

“What did I do to deserve you?” I said with a tired smile.

“Helped me pass ‘Text and Ideas’ with an A-,” Liza smiled back and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh right,” I took a seat at the desk and forked the starchy dish in my mouth. “This is heaven-sent.”

“I knew you’d like it!” She deemed walking to her own desk. “I got the recipe from tiktok.”

I hum in response and continued to stuff my face. After a few minutes of silence, I grab the phone from my back pocket and unlocked it. A new message from Kirishima was the newest notification from many and it said:

Hey, I am sorry for not showing up. My teammate got shitfaced and decided to take a dive into the fountain. It took three of us to pull him out. It sucks because I was really looking forward to seeing you.

Since my mouth had already filled to its brink with pasta, I opted for a tight-lipped smirk instead of a toothy one. Kirishima all but admitted that he missed me. My hunch was right: the feelings are mutual. I swallowed the pasta and swiveled around in my chair to look at Liza. Her eyes were glued to her phone, but she snapped her head up to laugh at the content on her screen. Once she was down laughing, I picked my phone up and pointed it in her general direction. Reaching forward, she grasped the device and quickly read the message.

“Don’t respond to him,” she said, handing the phone back to me.

“Why? I thought you were shipping us together?” I asked whilst forking more pasta in my mouth.

“That’s why I’m telling you what I am telling you!” Liza rose to her feet and in a split second, she stood in front of me with a sickening smile.

“I am afraid to ask,” I said with a sigh.

“You don’t have to; I’m gonna tell you anyway,” she squats between my legs and widens her smile. “That boy is already wrapped around your finger, all you need to do is pull away. Just a tiny bit and he’ll come running.”

“Liza. . .”

“Hear me out!” She rose to her feet again and walked to the closet. “Remember when I went thrift shopping last week and I picked up that cute bodycon dress?”

“Yeah. . . ?”

“Well, I washed it and realized that it didn’t have the BODY to fill it out properly.” She pulls the dress from the closet and turns back to me. “And since the Homecoming Afterparty is at the Quarterback's house tomorrow night, I thought it would be the perfect time for you to wear it.”

I eye the dress, taking in its extremely short length and strappy detailing on the front. One wrong move and my breasts would spill right out of it. But, one right move would have them fall onto Kiri’s lap. I tried my best to list the pros and cons of the situation. Pondering what I could get out of the ordeal going to the lion’s den dressed as a gazelle. Yet, all I could imagine was me twerking on someone’s son and taking him home afterward.

💘🖤💘🖤

The dress fit like a glove: perfectly tight, almost like a second skin, but very breathable. I paired it with some hoop earrings, a few bangles on each wrist, and 3-inch kitten heels. My goal was to dress to impress, not nurse my aching arches by the end of the night. The entire ride over to the nicer part of town was nerve-wracking, for one, the Uber driver wouldn’t stop staring at my cleavage from the driver’s mirror. And, secondly, Liza practically had phone sex with her boyfriend, who was going to meet us at the party. I stared down at my phone the whole time, rereading Kiri’s message and the ones he sent afterward. It was true, he was wrapped around my finger. He didn’t double text; Kirishima sent five messages in a row.

Hey, are you free tomorrow? I wanted to talk about yesterday.

I’ll buy you that weird thing you like from Starbucks.

The drink you said that tastes like the moon.`

And I’ll get you those cake pop things.

My heart couldn’t help but flutter; I didn’t know he was paying that much attention to me. I only mentioned that Starbucks drink once in his presence, quite a while ago. It had to be a little over a month ago, yet he still remembered.

The car stopped and Liza popped right out. Her 34 inch Brazilian, straight swaying behind her as she closes the door. Still chatting with her boyfriend, she motions me out of the car with an eager smile. Reluctantly, I detach myself from the cool leather and tug on my dress as I closed the door behind me. I looked up toward the mansion before me, white paint and overwhelming size almost frightened me. But, when I saw a familiar, spiky-haired, redhead, all my potential fear left my body and warmth replaced it.

Kirishima’s back was to me; he was having an intense conversation with his best friend, Bakugo, one of the team’s Linebackers. The blond was so close to popping a fuse but Kiri was struggling to keep from laughing directly in his face. I approach the porch, slow and sensual, my eyes glued to him the entire walk over. Kirishima briefly turns around to address a comer of the group, Sero, an offensive player, when his eyes come up the steps. The humorous expression on his face drops and is replaced with awe. The other two boys look in the direction of his eyesight and replicate his reaction.

“Hi—” I lifted my hand to wave, but it never made it past my abdomen. Liza appeared right in front of me and captured my wrist.

“Girl, it’s our song! Hurry up!” She said as she proceeded to drag me into the house.

“Bye—! Wait, damn!”

Liza pulled me to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room of the home. She starts to bop side to side, swaying her hips in place. It takes me a few seconds to register that “34+35” was blasting the speakers. Liza twirls around me in a fit of giggles and continues to bop along to the music.

“I thought you liked “positions” better than this track?” I questioned as I matched her rhythm.

“I do! I just had to get you out of there,” Liza answered as she swayed her head back and forth. Which made her hair move in an angelic wave behind her bandeau top and pencil skirt. “Those three guys looked like they wanted to run a train on you.”

“ELIZABETH!!!!” I screamed with a shocked smile.

“What?! I’m not lying!” She gives me a bashful smirk. “You look so good, mamas! Shit, you're making me rethink my relationship with Shinso.”

“Oh my god!” I laughed. “I can’t take your ass anywhere, for real!”

The song began to fade out and bleed into “Pussy Talk” with the infamous City Girls. Liza’s soft bops began to move into full booty bouncing. Soon her hands are on her knees and she’s throwing her ass back on my lap. I press my hand flat on her back and lift my other hand in the air. She whines her waist and looks back at me as her inner hot girl is threatening to make an appearance. Shortly after the first verse, Liza straightens her back and dances around me as I bop to the side, bouncing my ass to the music. A smile comes to my lips as my favorite part plays on full blast.

“Pussy talented, it do cartwheels,” Liza and I screamed in unison. “And he pay ‘cause he like how that part feel.”

“Pussy give speeches, heartfelt,” I continued, popping my back against my friend.

“Yuh,” Liza ad-libbed.

“Said the pussy really talk like it Garfield,” I rapped as I felt Liza’s hands glide up my sides.

“It do!”

We danced around each other for the rest of the song and pulled away from the floor, desperately needing to hydrate. We practically stumbled toward the makeshift bar across the living room. We reached into the cooler and pulled out two bottles of water. We chugged the water and tossed the empty bottles in the trash.

“Only water, ladies?” Mineta asked as we turned back towards the dance floor. “You don’t want something a little. . . stronger?”

“Get lost, grape juice,” a familiar voice suddenly came out of nowhere.

Just a few feet behind the purple blob stood Kirishima and Shinso. If looks could kill, Mineta’s body parts would be staining the marble floors and messing up my fresh pedicure. The poor excuse for a human scurried away as both football players approached us. Shinso instantly wrapped his arms around Liza and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Having fun, baby girl?” His low voice sounded sensual against the harsh music.

A seductive smile falls on Liza’s face. “I would’ve had even more fun if you actually danced with me for once.”

“You know I don’t like—”

“Too bad!” She pulled Shinso to the dance floor.

Leaving me alone with Kirishima. I turned to look at him and offered him an awkward smile. “How was your diving lesson?”

The redhead returned my smile and scratched the back of his neck. “So you did read me my texts? I was starting to think you were mad at me or something.”

“Not at you, per se,” I replied thinking of my words carefully.

“Then who were you mad at?” Kirishima closes the distance between us and puts a finger under my chin. He redirects my attention to his face and gives me a smirk.

He looked good and he knew it. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black ripped jeans. But, he paired it with a burgundy leather jacket and a Cuban link silver chain. He had a gold wristwatch on his left wrist and a simple chain on his right. And his cologne. . . it danced in my nostrils. It wasn’t too heavy or suffocating; you simply had to be close to him to smell it.

Kirishima was playing a dangerous game and he knew it.

“At the people that take you away from me,” I looked at him with doughy eyes and slightly parted lips. A look of innocence was written all over my face.

Kirishima clenched his jaw and briefly looked away. A blush starting to form on his cheeks. “Well, I—. Shit.” He remained silent for a few seconds, gathering his words, before saying “You don’t know what you do to me, Y/N.”

“And what’s that?” I asked while removing his hand from my chin and bringing it to my lips. I gently kiss his bruised knuckles, never breaking eye contact while doing so.

The redhead opens his mouth to speak but is rudely interrupted by a yelling Liza.

“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, BITCH!!!! THEY’RE PLAYING OUR SONG!!!!”

While I was talking to Kirishima, the music seemed to slip away. I had no idea what was playing until I refocused my attention on the blaring speakers. “Come on, Kiri. Duty calls.” I drag him to the dance floor.

Liza unlatches herself from Shinso and twirls around me. “I’m not shy, I’ll say it. I’ve been picturing you naked.”

“I’m a little faded, you look like a fucking painting,” I continue the verse as I glide my hands along my body. “Big doe eyes, amazin’. She’s everything I’ve been prayin’.”

Liza walked up to Kirishima and glided her hand along his chest. “Me and your girlfriend playin’ dress-up house.” She pressed two fingers against her lips and poked her tongue out. “I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch.”

Kirishima blushes a bright red, nearly matching his hair. It takes everything in me not to laugh.

I look back at Shinso and he’s just shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“Go get your girlfriend, before she devours your teammate,” I said giggly quietly.

“Go get your best friend before she kills your loverboy,” Shinso counters looking down at me with a smirk.

“He looks like he's gonna pass out,” I replied, struggling to contain my laughter.

“If you think that’s bad, you should’ve seen him when you were twerking on Liza,” Shinso jested while leaning closer to me. “Eijiro looked like he came in his pants.”

I smacked his arm and leaned against his chest. “You’re lying!” Laughter overcame my body; tears were gathering in the corners of my eyes.

“I swear to god,” Shinso struggled to say while laughing. “Then, when Bakugo called you hot. . . Eiji almost went feral.”

“Stop. . . I can’t breathe. . .”

“You better fuck him like the world is ending. . . I can’t keep stopping him from. . . fighting the entire team over you.”

“You and Liza. . . perfect for each other. . . I cannot. . .”

The song swiftly faded out into another. Yet another one of Liza’s favorites: Buss it by Erika Banks.

The young woman peeled herself from Kirishima and began walking to her boyfriend. I distanced myself from Shinso and walked over to Kirishima. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “Are you okay, Kiri?” A smile painted my lips.

His eyes darkened and he gripped my waist firmly. “I want you. . . so bad right now.”

“How about we get outta here?” I suggested with a raised eyebrow.

“Go say goodbye to your friends, I’ll bring the car around,” Kirishima asserted with a smirk. He pressed a kiss to my forehead before detaching himself from me and walking out of the living room.

I turned back to Shinso and Liza, who were seconds away from eating each other’s face off. I tapped the loving couple and cleared my throat. They both pulled away and stared at me.

"We're leaving," I said simply.

"About fucking time," Liza replied with a smirk. "You better come back to the dorm in a goddamn wheelchair, if not, I'm sending you back to his place."

"You have like zero chill," I shook my head and waved goodbye.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Liza yelled after me.

A chuckle fell from my lips as I walked out of the front door. I found Kirishima exactly where he said he'd be: parked in front of the massive house, within a bright red mustang. He exited the car and walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle. He opened my door and helped me get in. Kirishima made sure I was buckled in and comfortable before entering the car on the driver's side.

He starts the vehicle, and places his right hand on my thigh. He gives the plush fresh a securing squeeze before pulling away from the curb.

The drive was short and sweet, averaging around ten minutes. We parked across the street from the boys’ dorm hall and exited the car. Kirishima opened my door and helped me out of the vehicle.

"If you don't want this, I could always take you home," he said as he shut my door. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"I want this more than you know," I responded while gripping his hand. "But, if I ever feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know."

Kirishima nods and smiles. "Good girl. Now let's go."

The moment his dorm's door closed, his body was pressed against mine and his hand glued to my waist. His lips massaged against my own, slow and sensually. I moaned against the kiss, and pressed my body closer to his. He felt so good attached to me, almost like he was meant to be against me. His searing hot kisses inched down my jawline and to my neck. Kirishima's hands slid up my abdomen and to my shoulders, he slipped the straps from the curved surface and pulled away just enough just to allow me to remove them from my arms.

He kissed the other side of my neck, leaving little bites here and there. The redhead ran his tongue against my collarbones and I swear a flood rushed to my nether regions. Kirishima kissed down and left my breast, gathering the anticipation that swirled through my body before latching his lips on my nipple. A throat my moan fell from my mouth and my legs jolted slightly. My mind continued to fog as he nestled against the sensitive bud, while happily moaning against the soft flesh. I pressed one hand against the front door and another in his hair.

Pants left my lips as I began to squirm underneath his body. "Take me to the bed, please," I begged while looking down at him. " I want you so bad, Kiri."

The redhead detached himself from my breast and gripped my chin. "Say my name, baby." His red eyes stared deeply into my brown ones, taking in every little detail of my expression.

"Eijiro," I said breathlessly.

"Say it again," he broke eye contact and gripped my waist.

"Eijiro."

His hands slipped down the curve of my rear and to my legs. He lifted limbs from off the ground and wrapped them around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his leg immediately afterward and giggled.

He walked further into the dorm room and passed through another dorm. He sits me on the extra-long twin bed and falls to his knees between my legs. Kiri unlatches my strappy heel and tosses it to the other side of the room. While he does the other foot, a smirk presses against his lips.

"What?" I asked while looking down at him.

"I'm just thinking about how this started," he said while smiling. "How my shifty grades gave me the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Stop it," I counter with a blush on my face. "You're exaggerating."

"Baby, I mean it with every fiber of my being when I say this," he leaned forward. "I've wanted to be with you for a while now, I just didn't know if you'd like me back. And I was kinda ashamed of taking so long to say something because you're so sweet and you really helped me a lot with Advanced American History. I didn’t want you to think I was using you for information or anything."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his forehead. "I liked you even before I officially knew you. When you beat the shit out of that guy that tried to home a drunk girl."

"I don't even remember that."

"It was during a Halloween party last year, that was when I first saw you. And I thought, "wow I wish more men like him existed in this world"."

"I can't believe you remember that."

"How could I not? You basically saved that girl's life and dignity. You were the only human being in a room full of predators. That's when I knew I wanted you for myself."

Kirishima laughs. "Greedy, little Y/N."

I shrugged.

"Come here."

I gathered the football player into my arms and pressed my lips onto his. Taking in every ounce of his kiss. Sucking on his bottom lip. Slipping my tongue within his mouth. Tugging against his collar to close the distance between us. After a few seconds, Kirishima kissed down my body again until he was face to face with my heated center. He scrunched the dress around my waist and pulled my panties off my legs before spreading my legs wide open.

"Oh… look how wet you are, baby," he kissed the soft skin in between my thighs. "All for me."

Kirishima dipped his head between my legs and took a long swipe at the sticky mess between them. A shiver ran along my spine, Arching my back, I released a soft whimper and spread my legs further apart. He dipped his tongue into the smooth canal repeatedly, bobbing his head as he completed the action. His calloused hands slid up my legs once more and hooked around my thighs. Kiri moved his hot mouth from the very bottom of my womanhood to the top, leaving a long string of spit along the way. The redhead sucked on the protruding bud tenderly; with hollowed cheeks, he looked up from my heat and stared into my eyes. I bit my lip and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I arched my back against his mouth and bucked my hips slowly.

Kirishima released my bud with a silent “pop” and began lapping the rosy, pink button in great haste. My legs jolted at the new source of stimulation and a throaty whine fell from my lips. Squeezing my eyes shut, I squirmed underneath his mouth, desperately wanting to add more friction. Kiri noticed my slutty movements and began to move his tongue even faster.

“Ah. . . just like that, don’t stop,” my fingers gathered my bosoms and gave them a firm squeeze. The walls of my slick cave began to clench and release themselves at a faster pace. Tingles rose up my body, swirling against my lower abdomen, almost numbing my lower half entirely. Then, a searing sensation ripped through me, causing my hips to raise from the bed and my knees to shake. A low scream left my mouth as I felt the throbbing of my bud increase tremendously.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My hips fell on the bed again and my legs shook violently. Kirishima steadied them as much as he could before a whole another wave hit my body and my entire being went still.

“Ah! Eijiro!” I screamed as the pleasure shot through my body for the last time. Pants left my throat and short spurts, just as sweat dripped from my forehead. I looked down at Kirishima, who had just pulled away from my spasming cunny. He had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked down at my wrecked body, taking in the shaking limbs, the thin layer of sweat upon it, and the scrunched-up dress at the waist.

“You sounded so hot screaming my name,” he finally said after a few seconds of silence. “No one has ever made it sound so good as you.”

“Well, grab a condom and I’ll scream your name for the rest of the night,” I replied with a smirk. “If you can last that long.”

“Oh, baby,” Kiri’s smile widened. “You have no idea.”

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a box of condoms from the top drawer. He ripped one off the sleeve and walked back over to me. I pulled the scrunched-up dress over my head and tossed it to the side. I looked over at Kiri and he’d already stripped himself of his T-shirt. He was currently unbuckling his belt with the condom packet in his mouth. His massive bulge immediately caught my eye and I moaned in anticipation. Kirishima rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls latex down his throbbing shaft. My walls clench at the delicious sight and I could feel my nipple begin to stiffen

“If you’re still tired, we can wait a little—” Kirishima begins to say before I cut him off.

“Eijiro, stop being nice and fuck me like a slut.”

His lips were on mine within the next heartbeat. His hands roamed every crevice of my body, taking in the soft tissue and stretchmarks lovingly. His throbbing member slowly slid into me with little to no friction. He made sure to thumb my clitoris while inserting himself, just so he wouldn’t hurt me. And I swear, I was seconds away from asking him to marry me. He gently moved his hips backward, and then pushed forward again. Highlighting his first stroke. He looked at the crimson hue on my face and leaned down to kiss me.

“You are so pretty, princess,” Kiri groaned softly, as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. “So, so pretty.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again. Our tongues danced together as his member tenderly kissed my sensitive walls with each thrust. Kirishima moaned against my lips, as he took in every part of that union. He hiked up one of my legs and hooked it around his waist while he cradled the back of my neck with the other. He looked into my eyes as he increased the pressure of his strokes and their depth. My mouth hung open, and drool poured from the side of it as he kept up the sickening pace. My eyes began to roll back as throat moans rose from the depth of my body.

“Oh God. . .” I slurred as the pleasure increased within my body.

“Aww look at my pretty baby,” Kiri grunted as he rested his hand on my neck. He pressed his thumb between my lips.

I sucked on the digit and looked into his eyes. He moved his hips faster and my lips separated from around the finger. Pants fell from my lips as I felt his member sensually assault my cervix. After a few minutes, Kirishima suddenly pauses and hikes one of my legs up to his shoulders. He readjusts his body, leaving his hand on my neck and placing his hand on my clit. Kiri began to rock his hips in a powerful, but steady motion. He rubs the throbbing bud in a gentle motion, slowly gathering every ounce of pleasure within my body. The pace of my breathing increased rapidly, as the pool in my stomach began to inflate. Whimpers fell from my lips as I gripped the sheets underneath me.

“I’m so close. . .” I whispered through tight lips. “Please don’t stop. . .”

“You’re squeezing me so deliciously tight, baby,” Kirishima grunts as a droplet of sweat drops from his brow. “Milking my cock for everything it’s worth. What a greedy little cunny you have.”

“Eijiro. . . I wanna cum so bad,” I whimpered through pants. “Please let me cum, baby.”

Kirishima curses under his breath and releases his hand from my throbbing bud. He places both hands onto my neck, thumbs pressing against my jaw. He eases his body forward and keeps his sickening pace. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

I sucked in a breath and wrapped my hands around his forearms. I furrow my brows and pant with my mouth open. “You make me feel so good, Eiji. So fucking good!”

“You’re mine, you hear me?” He drops his hands from my neck and presses his forehead to mine. “You don’t get to fuck anyone else. . . . .You don’t get to be with anyone else. . . .My name will be the only name you moan for the rest of your life, do you understand?”

I nod. “I understand.”

“You’re mine and no one else's.”

He pulls me into a searing hot kiss. Drinking in all the love and energy throughout my body. I hook my arms around his neck and moan against his lips. Suddenly, I felt an intense rush of adrenaline pass through my body and everything seemed to go silent. A low ringing noise sounded in my ear as my mouth fell open. I dug my arms into his back and clung to his body. Every fiber of my being tensed and my mind went completely blank for several seconds. Then, slowly, my body released itself and collapsed onto the bed. I opened my eyes lazily to see Kirishima’s eyes tightly closed and his hips slightly shaking. Once he finished his ride, his body relaxed and he lowered my leg from his shoulder. He pulled me into an embrace and pressed another kiss onto my lips.

I pulled away from the kiss and looked into his crimson eyes. “Were you serious about calling me yours?”

“Ugh. . . yes?” He replied hesitantly. Then, he added “If that’s okay with you! I don’t wanna force you—”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I cut him off with a smirk.

“Oh, I was worried for a second.”

“The only thing you should be worried about is your Advanced American History grade.”

“Oh, right. . .”

“You miss another one of my sessions, I’ll ignore you again.”

“Please don’t! I will be present at every session.”

“Good. And you have to be Starbucks.”

“The drink that tastes like the moon?”

“Matcha latte with 2 pumps of chai. Yup.”

“And two chocolate cake pops.”

“Mhm. You know me so well.”

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thinger-strang · 3 years

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okay okay centerfold au (like....the song by the j geils band) where billy mas moved out and away from hawkins (he hasnt quite made it to california yet, hes not ready) and hes starting to let himself be gay and think gay thoughts and ya know indulge himself every so often

which obviously means he picks up a magazine from the back corner of the corner store he frequents

he does for something a little tamer, maybe throws in a few playboys just because hes nervous (which doesnt even matter because the cashier doesnt even spare the covers a glance once scanned)

gets home and eagerly flips through it, feeling excited that he can have gay porn out in the open in his living room without fearing for his life

hes mostly just idly looking through it, folding down a few corners of pages he'll revisit when hes in the mood, just kinda reveling in the freedom of it

until

he flips to the centerfold, the showcase, the main event and it's–

"steve?"

billy fucking drops the entire magazine, it lays open, teasing billy with those big brown eyes and tantalizing moles

its a good shot honestly, pretty tasteful, definitely not modest, but billy can appreciate the artful quality

of course not in this moment, in this moment billy is panicking?

who the hell told steve harrington he was allowed to do that?

billy finds himself staring at the photo; steve as the centerpiece, draped across several laps, being groped by way too many hands for billy's liking, steve's got a half hard cock in one hand, the other possessively wrapped around the thigh of a man standing next to him, everyone's sweaty and there's splatters of something all over everyone, and there's hard and soft dicks and muscular legs and soft bellies and flexing muscles but only one face

steve stares at the camera–at billy–with an enticing stare that seems to ask "what are you waiting for?" and the barest hint of a tongue pokes out–

billy cant look away but wants to tear his gaze away to anything else, he wants to memorize the page, he wants to burn it, he wants to frame it, he wishes it never existed, he wants to be in that room

billy thought he was over this silly crush on straight boy steve but heres he is, gripping another man's cock, letting another man's cock rest on his leg, letting other men hold him and touch him

it might be fine if billy hadn't seen steve in years, hadn't seen steve since he left that fucking hellhole behind but no, no!

steve harrington, the man who happened to be the centerfold of the one single gay magazine billy happened to pick up, was his upstairs neighbor

///

billy stares at the ground as he stops to get his mail, hoping, praying, that he'll be lucky and not run into anyone on his way home

prayers not answered

"hey billy, i haven't seen you in a while, you doin' okay?" steve asks cheerfully as he wiggles his own mailbox open.

"yup, doing just fine, thanks for asking" billy slams his box shut and hurries to the elevator without running and jabs the close door button a hundred million times

"woah hang on, hold the door!" steve calls after him, juggling his mail and his groceries that billy somehow didn't notice

steve makes it

fuck

steve's blabbering on about.... something, billy can't hear a word he's saying, he focusing on thinking about anything other than–

sweaty

magazine

dick

nude

moles

dick

billy is begging for any thought, anything, to cross his mind, anything but that stupid centerfold

"hey are you sure you're okay?" steve asks in a far too nice voice

"i told you i'm fine, please just leave me alone?" billy grits out

"i thought we were past all that" steve says in a sad voice

billy sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose

"we are, i'm just having an off day, got this killer headache ya know?" he lies through his teeth

"oh okay, gotcha, i'll be quiet" steve mimes zipping up his mouth

why is that worse why is that hot?

it's billy's floor and he can't get into his apartment fast enough

pulls out his dick and jerks it a few times before cumming right there in his kitchen floor

///

things don't get better

at all

billy avoids steve like the plague, which it wasn't like hung out on the regular, but theyd chit chat in the elevator or say hi when passing each other

so it was just awkward when billy would see steve in the hallway and immediately turn the other way

so it's not that surprising to wake up on a saturday morning to angry pounding on his door

"i'm coming, i'm coming, hold your fucking horses" billy grumbles as he pulls on a shirt and walks to the door

yanks it open to find a grumpy steve with his hands on his hips

"what gives hargrove? you said we were fine yet avoid me any time we so much as make eye contact? did i do something?"

billy has not had enough sleep to handle this conversation

"no you didn't do anything, it's kinda hard to explain just–" billy opens up his door to invite steve in

steve shoulders past billy and plops onto the couch

"coffee?" billy asks as he rubs his eyes

"im good" steve bites out

great

billy rolls his eyes and gets busy making himself a pot, trying to figure out how to say this, what to even say that would make this remotely okay

"oh my god" steve gasps

"what?" billy groans

he turns around and sees steve holding the magazine, clutching it really, something close to horror drawn all over his face

billy left it out on the coffee table as some sort of sick twisted 'fuck you' to neil

"shit shit SHIT i can explain–"

"no no i get it, um... i think i'm going to go, just... yeah i'm sorry i'll just–"

and with that steve was gone

///

this is worse, so so so very much worse

they either need to talk about it or billy needs to fucking find a new apartment

billy comes home after a long day at work to find steve knocking at his door

"hey–"

"jesus christ you scared me!" steve jumps into the wall

"sorry i kinda... snuck up on you, what are you doing at my door?" billy adjusts his backpack

"i, um... i wanted to explain? or talk? i get why you were avoiding me, i honestly forgot that came out this month" steve is twelve shades of the prettiest blush billy has ever seen

"hang on, let's go inside, i don't really wanna talk about this in the hallway"

steve's shoulders relax and he pressed himself into the wall to let billy open his door

steve sits awkwardly on the couch as billy hang up his bag and jacket and starts taking off his boots

"i... don't really know where to start" steve chews on his bottom lip and fidgits with his fingers

"i'm gay" billy blurts out

"what?" steve laughs

"i mean, i have a gay porn magazine, you're all nervous, i figured i'd break the ice?" billy shrugs

steve laughs and looks ten times lighter

"those pictures are older, i did them to help pay some bills while i was inbetween jobs, it was for a smaller thing, a blog or something, i dunno, it payed good so i said yes, i was desperate"

steve tuns his hands through his hair and breathes

"the guy who took the pictures asked if i'd be okay with him selling them to a bigger magazine, he said i'd get half the profits so i said yes"

steve shrugs and looks out the window

"so you just... did it for the money?" billy asks

"yes and no, i'm gay–well not gay, i'm bi but i'm... into dudes and all that, but mostly just to pay the bills"

steve finally meets billy's gaze with an almost scared look but more of a 'what are you gunna do about it' look

a lot like the one in the magazine

"that's cool, pretty brave too" billy says casually and leans back into his chair

"yeah... i'm kinda scared my job is going to find out that my dick is all over a magazine" steve laughs nervously

"you'll be fine, if it helps, you'd make a killing as a porno model"

billy grins wickedly in steve's direction

steve tries to smile back but it turns into a grimace

"i don't think it's weird, by the way... and while i don't think my crush on you from high school has quite gone away, i'm not going to like, make a move ot try to do anything" billy nudges steve's toe with his own

"okay" steve smiles for real this time

"okay" billy smiles back

"you really had a crush on me in high school?" steve smirks

"oh god, yeah, it was so bad, i didn't know what to do so i was just... an ass!" billy laughs

steve laughs along too and it's just comfortable, more comfortable than they've been ever

"do you wanna go get dinner?" steve smiles lopsidedly

"what!"

"like a date, do you want to go on a date with me?"

"it won't be weird?" billy asks earnestly

"not unless you make it weird"

billy grins and stands

"then let's go on a date!" he hold out his hand an hauls steve up

///

they're walking in comfortable silence, bumping into each other's shoulders, trying to make the other drop their left over box

they get to billy's door and kean against it, very much in each other's space

"you wanna know a secret?" steve asks with a mischievous glint in his eye

"sure"

"i had a crush on you in high school too" steve smiles and rests his forehead against billy's

"oh yeah!" billy leans into steve's touch, their noses bumping

"hell yeah" steve closes the distance and presses a soft kiss into billy's lips

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????!!!!#harringrove #fic #my writings #lemons #yes but no but also yes #dont know where this came from GOOD NIGHT

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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the tags on your football Billy story about autistic kids not being allowed to play sports, gave me the idea of Steve with autism not being allowed on the basketball team and how Billy and maybe Tommy if you want since you write kegboys sometimes would react

It doesn’t take Billy long to notice him, the benchwarmer boy who sits on the sidelines, never getting his shot in a single game, just riding the bench with a smile on his face.

At first he sort of pegs it to mean the kid is just really not good, maybe riding the tails of his daddy’s sportsmanship legacy, but then Billy realizes something, that this kid doesn’t even get to play at practice.

He shows up and he sits there like being excluded is the happiest he’s ever been, and the only time he ever has the ball in his hands at all is if it’s to toss it to one of the boys on the court when it rolls to him.

Despite this though, he has his very own jersey. Number zero. Harrington.

Billy asks Tommy after practice once who this mysterious jersey kid is, and he smiles sort of tight, like maybe Billy shouldn’t have asked him that, and tells him, “I’ll introduce you.”

Tommy walks over to the kid and tells him something that makes him light up, jump to his feet and follow Tommy back over, “Billy, this is my best friend, Steve Harrington.”

Steve just sort of waves, so Billy jumps straight into it. This kid intrigues him and he wants to know more, “There a reason you don’t play, Harrington?”

In response he shrugs his shoulders, hands stuffed in the pockets of his way too big basketball shorts, “I’m not allowed.”

“Why not? You fail some test or something?” Billy tries to ask lightly, not noticing the way Tommy’s face scrunches up before Steve drops a bombshell on him instead, “They don’t let special ed kids on the basketball team.”

And if that’s not bad enough, Tommy then adds, though significantly more bitter than even Steve is, “Or on any team for that matter, whether it’s sports or clubs or debate, you name it. School board denies every last application.”

“Oh.” Billy frowns, totally dumbfounded, his school in California never had any issues with that, “Oh that- that’s bullshit.”

“I know.” They say at the same time, prompting Billy to ask, “They don’t even have like, a separate team?”

“Not enough kids would do it.” Tommy says, and he gets a sharp look from Steve, who corrects him quickly, “Not enough kids could get permission to do it.”

“But that’s such bullshit.” Billy repeats, not very helpfully.

“Nothing we can do about it. We’ve tried everything. Not even momma Harrington could convince the school board, and let me tell you, that woman is scary.”

Steve elbows Tommy for that one, and Tommy laughs softly, throws an arm around his shoulder, but Billy is thinking, biting the corner of his nail in concentration, “Why don’t we start our own team?”

“I don’t know.” Steve’s face scrunches up, and he turns to Tommy, like he doesn’t trust what Billy says, so Billy continues, “No, I’m serious. School says you can’t play for them, so fuck ‘em. There’s courts in the park, I have a ball, and I’m out there half the time watching my little sister anyways. Let’s start our own team.”

Tommy answers for him, “Practice takes up too much time. We’re not gonna be much of a team unless we’re going to be playing at night or in the winter.”

“Then we quit the tigers.” Billy shrugs, like it’s obvious.

Instantly Tommy narrows his eyes, “Very funny, man.”

On the other hand though, Steve looks at him with awe written all over his face, eyes wide and spelling, “You’d really quit for me?”

And Billy, he plays it off like that look doesn’t make his heart melt, claiming, “For you and for Max who’s been talking my ear off about how much she wants to play soccer and whose heart is going to break when she finds out she can’t.”

Convinced, Tommy looks over at Steve, “If you’re in Stevie, I’m in too.”

Steve seems like he’s considering his options, drumming his fingers on the outside of his thigh, occasionally humming softly in thought, and it’s making Billy impatient.

“So?” He asks, to which Steve nods a confirmation to his offer, his hair bouncing with his enthusiasm.

Tommy cracks a crooked smile, holds out a hand for Billy to shake, seal the deal, “You’ve got yourself a team, Hargrove.”

They decide not to give their little team a name, the idea of being called something feels too exclusive, which was the reason they’d all quit the school's team in the first place. Billy had gotten in big trouble when his dad found out he quit for wasting their time and money on basketball, but that was all bullshit anyways, games were only usually a half hour long and were free to get into for the players family, and the school paid for the uniforms.

But that was what he said and what he’d been going to punish Billy for until they found out about the reasoning behind quitting, after which Susan was flattered he cared so much about his little sister, and he got his permission to freely go down to the park and play with the “special” kid.

Neil of course didn’t care about him doing it for Max, he was just concerned with Billy’s public image. Playing ball with the richest family in town's dopey son did nothing but good things for the way their neighbors saw him, so he’d allow it.

A few weeks into their games though, which are mostly just playing HORSE or teaching Steve how to do trickier shots since no coach ever would, Billy has to bring Max along because nobody was going to be home and she wasn’t allowed to be by herself. It’s a dreary day so there aren’t many people around at all, so he decides he’s going to loosen her leash, and walks her over to the playground (that they can see clearly from the courts, he’s not that irresponsible.)

He teasingly offers to push Max on the swings or lift her up to the monkey bars, making her roll her eyes and proudly declare that she’s not a baby anymore, so he chuckles and leaves her be, walking back to the basketball hoops.

Tommy and Steve are just sitting on the old wooden bench just off to the side of the court, waiting for Billy to get back because he’s their little impromptu coach and they can’t start without him, but he notices that they’re sitting awful close together, and between them, Tommy’s hand sits slightly on top of Steve’s, pinky fingers linked together.

Now he knows these two are affectionate, he couldn’t even count how many times Tommy picked Steve up after he made a good shot or ruffled his hair and smiled at him when he messed up, but that was all just friendly affection.

This was different though, he could tell it was from the way Tommy’s eyes snap up and he pulls his hand away, the both of them looking away from each other guiltily.

He feels a little something like jealousy in his chest, or maybe it was just anxiety at the fact that they’d been so obviously holding hands in the public park, but either way, he just kind of freezes up, looking between their two terrified faces until Tommy’s turns angry, standing from the bench so fast the old rusty things creaks loudly and Steve has to cover his ears.

He grabs the front of the baggy jersey Billy wears from his old school's team, the bears, and gets right up in his face, sneering, “You gonna say something, Hargrove?”

And Billy’s not afraid of Tommy, he might be mean, but he’s on his toes to threaten him, and he’s pretty sure they both know Billy would win the fight anyways. He’s not going to fight him though, and he makes that clear, putting his hands up as a clear sign of not going to sock Tommy for yelling at him, “Secrets safe with me, dudes. You go down, I’m going down with you.”

Tommy doesn’t get it though, because he growls, “Right. ‘Cause all that matters is what will happen to your reputation after giving up your precious sport just to hang with a couple of fags, right?”

“Tom.” Steve snaps, but he gets ignored, Billy arguing over him, “Actually, no. You know all that talk about queer kids flocking together without even knowing? That doesn’t come from nothing. I out you, it’s putting a target on my back, and from there it won’t be not long before a little birdie tells the wrong person the right rumor and we’re all dead.”

“Oh.” Tommy says softly, his face falling.

Billy nods sarcastically in response, “Yeah, oh. So let go of my damn shirt before I find a reason to punch you in the face.”

“Can we just play basketball?” Comes a timid request from behind them, so Tommy lets go, wipes his hands on his shorts, and answers him, “‘Course we can, Stevie.”

It doesn’t take long for them to get bored though, none of them are really in the mood to play after that. They play a small game that’s pretty much just Tommy blocking Billy the whole time, but after he shoots the ball they all just let it roll, none of them caring enough to keep the play going. So instead, Tommy offers up his place to hang out there.

It sounds at least better than this, so Billy drops Max off back at home, making her promise not to do anything stupid to get them in trouble until he gets back later that night, and heads straight to Tommy’s like they planned.

The whole drive he’s worrying that they’re gonna pissed at him and beating himself up for not just pretending like he didn’t notice, to the point where he almost just drives right past, but Steve waves at his car from the front window, and he can’t do all this petty angry shit to him.

Tommy’s house is empty for the night, so that means two things, that they’re free to drink as much as they want, (smoking’s a no go though, the smell is too strong and makes Steve upset), and that Steve sits right on Tommy’s lap like it’s nothing.

Which, it is nothing. Billy just told them he was gay too, and now they don’t have to hide from their best friend, so it’s common sense that they wouldn’t.

But Billy, well, he wouldn’t say he’s jealous watching the two of them together, it just makes his chest burn every time they touch or laugh at some joke and whisper amongst themselves like he isn’t even there, or when Steve kisses Tommy’s cheek.

Yeah no, there’s no pretending, Billy is totally jealous. He’s had a thing for Tommy since like, day one of practice when he bounced a basketball back in his own face trying to show off, and Steve for just as long, yearning to know more about the pretty faced mystery kid who turned out to be a total sweetheart and won him over. It’s tearing him to shreds watching them just being happy together without being a part of that.

He wonders if these small town boys have ever even heard of having more than one partner other than like, mormons, and if they haven’t, how is he supposed to bring it up without sounding like a total weirdo. Maybe he could claim that he was just trying not to be left out since they were probably the only queer kids in Hawkins. Or maybe not and Tommy would try to kick his ass again for even trying.

He doesn’t have to do much wondering though, because as pointedly as he’s trying to ignore them, Steve keeps getting closer to Billy on the couch until he’s sitting in his lap, and Billy has to ask, blue eyes going a little wide, cheeks flushing red in a way that had nothing to do with the sunburn he’d gotten at the park earlier, “What’re you doing Steve?”

“You included me. Now I’m including you.” Steve hums and leans his head on Billy’s shoulder, holding eye contact with Tommy.

To say that Billy is flustered and doesn’t know what to do with himself is more than an understatement. He'd like to say he’s not the most inexperienced one here, but it’s not looking good, because he’s flushed as red as a tomato, and the only thing he can think to say is just, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Tommy says and smiles that big goofy smile of his, a playful imitation of their little argument from before, “And I’d much rather you kiss me than punch me.”

#kegboys #steve x billy x tommy #billy hargrove #steve harrington #tommy hagan #autistic steve!#ej writer #story by ej!#requests #based heavily on personal experience lol #thank you anon for reading my mind #and for the request <3

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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And It’s Us, Forever and Evermore - A Ghost Dad!Luke short story

THIS IS PART 3 OF THE GHOST DAD!LUKE SERIES, READ PART ONE AND PART TWO BEFORE READING!

“I just thought of something.” Reggie spoke, breaking the silence that had settled over the garage. Luke lifted his head up from where it was resting in Alex’s lap.

“What?” He questioned..

“We came back as ghosts.” Reggie started, and Luke exchanged a look with Alex.

“You just figured that out? Okay...” Alex shook his head. Reggie rolled his eyes.

“No I knew that. But I was thinking about that, and then I thought hey maybe Y/N came back as a ghost too.” He explained.

Luke shot up, his eyes wide.

“Reggie you’re a fucking genius!” He exclaimed, grabbing Reggie’s face and placing a wet kiss to the side of his head. Reggie grinned.

“Thank you.” He said. Luke turned back to Alex quickly.

“Alex, do you think Willie could help us?” He asked, and Alex nodded.

“Sure. Want me to go find him?” He questioned, already shifting to stand.

“We’ll all go.” Luke said, standing up and picking up baby Lucas, LJ as Alex had suggested they call him, short for Luke Junior, out of the little basket where he had placed him earlier.

When he turned back to the other two boys, they were already staring at him.

“Bro it’s so weird seeing you with a baby.” Reggie shook his head.

“It feels weird. Like I’ve stolen someone’s kid and they don’t want it back.” Luke agreed, shifting the baby in his arms. “Anyways, let’s go find Willie.”

“I think I know where to go.” Alex said, and together they poofed out in search of the skateboarding ghost.

They found Willie straight away, right where Alex had assumed he would be, and when the other ghost spotted them he came right over.

“Hey guys, what you got there?” Willie asked, peering at the bundle of blankets in Luke’s arms.

“A baby.” Luke said casually. Willie raised an eyebrow.

“Luke’s baby.” Alex elaborated. “We found him and when Julie did some research we found out his mum died a few years after us. We were wondering if you’d know a way to find her if she came back as a ghost.”

“If she hung around the area I might know of her, or if she joined the club. I do know a few ghosts outside of the club though. What’s her name?” Willie told them, and Luke’s heart skipped a beat. Hopefully if Willie knew her it wasn’t through the Hollywood Ghost Club.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Luke answered and Willie’s face lit up with a grin.

“Boys, it’s your lucky day. I just happen to know Y/N very well, and I know exactly where she’ll be.” He said, and Luke couldn’t hold back his smile.

“Really? Will you take us to her?” He asked. Willie shook his head, a smile on his face.

“Duh, of course I will.”

Luke spotted her the second they poofed into the garden, sitting silently in front of a small monument, twisting flowers into a crown. Beside her, a small pile of flower crowns already made.

“Y/N!” Willie called. “I have a surprise for you.”

The girl looked up, her jaw dropping when she spotted Luke, and a look of disbelief appearing on her face when she saw the small baby cradled in his arms.

“Luke?” She questioned shakily, standing up.

“Hey Bub.” Luke grinned, as the girl slowly made her way over to the other ghosts.

“Is that...” She trailed off, staring down at the baby.

“Our little boy.” Luke finished.

“We’re gonna go, come back to the garage when you’re ready.” Alex whispered, and Luke gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment, his full attention on the girl in front of him, who was in a trance, stroking the cheek of the baby in his arms.

“You wanna hold him?” He asked. Y/N nodded quickly, taking the baby into her hold, visibly relaxing at the weight.

“I never had a chance to, when he was born. They just took him away and told me he was gone. I had to beg them to even let me name him.” She said quietly, as Luke guided her to the ground. “How is this even possible?”

“Well, me and the boys only came back a few months ago, and we found him on like, our second day? We were just outside of where Reggie’s house used to be and he was on the path in a basket and I just felt drawn to him? And then we took him back to the garage and noticed he had a hospital bracelet that had your name on it and Julie, that’s the girl who brought us back, she’s a lifer. Anyways she searched you up on the internet and found out you died. Then we kinda went through some shit and didn’t really have time to think but then today Reggie had the great idea that you might be a ghost so we asked Willie and he said he knew you and yeah.” Luke rambled.

“You came and found me.” She smiled, and Luke returned the gesture.

“Of course.” He said softly. She shifted slightly, her free hand coming up to stroke his cheek as if she couldn’t believe he was really there.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” She admitted. Luke sighed, taking her hand.

“Me neither.” He replied. Her gaze shifted back down to the sleeping baby in her arms.

“He’s so beautiful.” She breathed out. Luke looked down at the little boy.

“He is. He has your eyes.” He told her.

“Do you think he’ll ever grow up?” She asked. Luke shook his head.

“I don’t think so. He hasn’t aged at all in like, two months.” He said. She smiled slightly.

“Our angel baby, forever this tiny.” She whispered. They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments before Luke spoke up, asking the question that had been bothering him since the day he had found LJ.

“Hey Y/N... can I ask you something?” He asked.

“Hmm?” She replied, still focused on the baby.

“How did you die?” He questioned, and Y/N froze.

“You don’t want to know.” She said after a moment.

“Did you get sick?” Luke tried. That’s what he had assumed had happened to her.

“No, I-“ She stopped. “Not physically.”

Luke frowned and she sighed, realising she would have to continue.

“After Lucas died I was diagnosed with depression, mostly post natal depression but...” She trailed off. “It was the one year anniversary of his birth, I just couldn’t handle it so I...”

Luke’s heart sank and he nodded in understanding, wrapping an arm around her.

“I can’t even imagine how hard that would have been, losing me first and then LJ.” He said softly. She shot him a confused look.

“LJ?” She questioned.

“That’s what we’ve been calling him. Like Luke Junior. Alex suggested it and it stuck.” Luke explained.

“LJ... I like it.” She grinned.

“How do you know Willie?” Luke asked after a moment.

“I met him one day while wandering around and we became good friends. How do you know him?” She questioned.

“Alex.” Luke said simply. She rolled her eyes, that was the Luke she knew, never helpful.

“What about Alex?” She prompted.

“He loves him.” Luke sang, and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Wait, really?” She gasped.

“Did you not know Alex is gay?” Luke questioned. She sighed.

“No, you dumbass, I knew that. I just didn’t realise that Willie was seeing anyone.” She elaborated.

“It’s only newish. But they’re really cute together.” Luke explained. A grin overtook Y/N’s features.

“So are we.” She said, nudging Luke with her shoulder.

“That we are.” Luke agreed, glancing around the garden. “Where are we, by the way?”

“This is where Lucas,” She paused, clearly deciding to correct herself. “LJ, I mean, and I are buried. I spend all of my time here.”

“Not any more.” He grinned. She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really?” She questioned. Luke nodded.

“Yep. Cause you’re coming with us.” He told her, and the girl couldn’t help but smile. Finally she had the life she had always dreamed of, even if she wasn’t technically living. She squeezed his hand tightly.

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

#blurb #luke #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #ghost dad!luke #dad!luke

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michelangelinden · 3 years

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A coffee order doesn’t tell you someone’s sexuality (but it kind of really does)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @iti-iskuna I WROTE THIS FOR YOU I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

this is a willex coffee shop au because there aren’t enough already! (Thank you @sunsetcurbed for beta reading ily)

(6.2k words, link for ao3 is in the reblogs)

„Honey, I’m home,“ Luke calls as he strides into the apartment.

Alex groans loudly as a greeting. He doesn’t want to get up from the couch. His position isn’t very comfortable – his face is pressed into the armrest, his neck at a very awkward angle – but he needs to lie like this to mope correctly.

“Why isn’t dinner on the table yet? What are you doing in the living room?” Alex lifts his head to stare at him. “Sorry,” Luke says quickly and comes over. He drops his backpack by the coffee table and Alex pushes himself up so that Luke can sit on the couch and Alex can lie back down over his lap. Luke begins to gently card his hands through Alex’s hair.

“Why are you moping?” he asks, scratching Alex’ scalp and he feels himself relax a little.

“You know how I work at the coffee shop down Wilshire Boulevard?” he begins and Luke chuckles.

“Yes, I am in fact aware of that job. Pays our rent.”

“Right. Get a job, by the way.” Alex turns his body so that he’s lying on his back and his face isn’t squished by the cushion.

“I’m working on that. Continue.” Luke starts pushing Alex’ hair out of his face.

“Anyways. So, you know how I meet a shit load of people every day. Like, we have our regulars, but we have a lot of new people coming in, too.”

“Let me guess,” Luke interrupts him, “cute boy?” Alex groans again in response and raises a hand over his eyes.

“So cute. You have no idea.”

“You’re gonna tell me about him.” It’s not a question. Luke already knows what’s coming.

“I sure am, close your eyes.” Alex peers up at him but the angle doesn’t let him see if Luke actually did as he was told. “Are they closed?”

“They’re closed.”

“Alright, picture this.” Alex thinks back to the situation from this afternoon. “I’m just chilling behind the counter, wiping the same spot for like three minutes straight, ‘cause I’m so bored, it’s a Tuesday afternoon, you know the drill.” Luke nods. “Flynn said some stupid shit, as she does, I’m laughing, and the bell above the door rings. So, I whip around, a little surprised, because, you know, Tuesday afternoons are always super lame and no one gets coffee –“ there’s a bite of pain his side “– hey!”

“Get on with it.”

“Chill. Okay. So, I turn around and in walks this absolute god of a man.” Alex takes a moment to envision him again. “Long, dark hair, black shorts, a skateboard under his arm, tie-dye shirt that’s, get this,” Alex pauses, “cropped.”

“Oh shit,” Luke gasps, rightfully so, that has been a damn sight for Alex’s sore eyes.

“YES! And he just strolls into the shop like it’s no big deal, like I’m not dying behind the espresso machine just looking at him.”

“Did you greet him?”

“I didn’t, at first, I was too stunned by the inch of skin visible above the shorts.” Luke laughs because that definitely hasn’t been the first occasion that Alex has been stunned into silence by the looks of a cute boy. “But Flynn pushed me and I had to serve him.”

“And?”

Alex frowns.

“What?”

Luke sighs.

“What’s his name?”

“Oh. Yeah, I didn’t ask.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Luke looks down at him, his eyes now open and his eyebrows in a deep frown.

“It’s a Tuesday afternoon, the shop was empty! I can’t just ask him for his name if he’s the only one there,” Alex exclaims, gesturing wildly, before hesitating. “He’d think I’m a creep,” he concludes.

“But now he just thinks you’re not interested in him!” Luke counters.

“Good! He’s not supposed to.” He glares at him. “He’s a customer, Luke, I have rules.” He groans again. “Hell, I don’t even know if he likes men.”

“What did he order?”

“Vanilla cold brew.” Luke squints his eyes at him until he continues. “With oat milk.”

“He’s gay,” Luke says with a satisfied nod.

Alex scoffs.

“What? Luke, someone’s coffee order doesn’t –“

“Have you ever had a customer order a vanilla cold brew with oat milk that gave you heterosexual vibes?”

Luke raises his eyebrows at Alex, who frowns in concentration. Then he sighs.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Told you!”

Alex grumps.

“Maybe he’ll come back,” Luke offers, patting Alex’s chest consolingly.

“God, I hope he doesn’t,” Alex answers, but at Luke’s confused face he quickly adds, “I’d combust if I had to see him again.”

Luke makes his ‘that’s fair’ face. Alex drops his arm over his eyes again, trying to block out reality.

The front door opens again, a fresh gust of wind blowing over Alex’s face and he lifts his arm. Reggie’s face pops up in his vision, sporting a bright grin, but it turns into a concerned frown when he spots his roommates on the couch.

“Oh no,” he starts, stopping in his tracks, “why are you in the ‘Alex is sad’ position?”

“I’m not sad, Reggie, just gay,” Alex answers him tiredly.

“Oh my god, same,” Reggie exclaims loudly.

He lifts Alex’s legs and drops himself onto the couch next to Luke, draping them over his own lap. Alex turns so that his face is pushed into Luke’s stomach. Luke gives a small ‘oof’-sound in surprise but starts stroking Alex’s hair again.

“Bobby took me to the petting zoo to pet some goats and it was really cute and he was really cute and I was so excited and he took a photo of me and called me ‘Boo’ and –“

Alex closes his eyes. He really loves Reggie but he can’t really handle listening to him gush about his almost-boyfriend-but-also-not-really-boyfriend-but-actually-definitely-his-boyfriend while he’s still moping.

So, he tunes him out, presses his face further into Luke’s stomach, and lets him handle the situation.

***

It’s another Tuesday afternoon and Alex is fucking bored. The shop has been a desert for the better part of his shift – he’s had like three customers and none of them wanted cool fancy drinks but instead something like ‘a coffee, black’ or ‘a green tea, please’.

Not that there is anything wrong with liking black coffee or green tea, but the least his three customers could do for him is ordering something fun for him to make that requires more than pressing a single button. Especially when it’s a Tuesday afternoon.

Flynn is on her break in the back, talking to her girlfriend Carrie on the phone, but Alex doesn’t mind that she left him alone; it’s not like they have anything to do anyways. And when she uses her break to talk to Carrie, the amount of time she spends to talk about her is much shorter, which Alex appreciates. He loves Flynn and Carrie both, but they’ve been dating for two years now and act like an old married couple which can get hella annoying hella fast.

He’s standing behind the counter, sharpie in one hand, drawing random doodles on the paper cup in his other. He’d started with a ghost, that’s his go-to drawing when he’s bored, but now it has four friends, three dogs, a small drum set, a microphone and two failed attempts at a guitar.

When the bell chimes and the door opens, Alex lifts his head and he almost drops his pen.

It’s the boy from last week – hair down, shirt cropped, a skateboard in hand. And he’s headed his ways.

Alex looks over his shoulder to check if Flynn finished her break and magically appeared behind him but nope, he can still hear her giggling in the break room.

Fuck, he thinks as he turns back around. He startles when he sees the boy right in front of the counter, smiling at him.

He straightens up and clears his throat quickly, running a hand through his hair, almost tangling the pen in it. He drops it and it hits the counter’s edge before falling to the floor and Alex crouches down at rocket speed to pick it up. When he snaps back up he sees that the boy’s eyes follow every movement, his eyebrows quirked and his lips in a lopsided grin.

“You good?” he asks, his eyes scanning Alex up and down.

He clears his throat again, his mind scrambling for an answer for probably a moment too long.

“Yeah!” he settles on eventually, really rushed and with too much air to be too convincing. “Uh, yeah, sorry,” he continues, tucking the pen in the front pocket of his apron. “I didn’t have a lot of customers today, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t expect you.”

The boy chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and Alex could combust right then and there. Who gave this man the right?

“Yeah, it’s not very busy right now,” he says, looking around a little. He turns back to Alex. “I was here last week, though.”

“I- yeah. I, uh, I just didn’t expect you to come back.” Alex is so sure his face his bright red from embarrassment. Why can’t he just hold a conversation like a normal person?

“Well,” the boy starts, leaning his board against the front of counter, “I liked your coffee.”

Alex stares at him for a hot second before clearing his throat a third time.

“Anyways, what can I get for you?”

The boy smiles again.

“I’ll have a vanilla cold brew with oat milk, please. The biggest one you have.”

Alex smiles a little at the order but nods, punching the order into the cash register and picking up one of the plastic cups. He contemplates for a second, before pulling the sharpie from his pocket again, starting to push the lid off with his thumb.

“Uh, what’s your name?” he asks carefully. God, he hopes he doesn’t sound creepy.

“I’m the only one here,” the boy answers and Alex half expects him to frown, when he looks up at him, but he’s sporting a small grin.

“Uh,” Alex just says again and mentally kicks himself for it. “Sorry, I-,” he continues, closing the sharpie again and beginning to tuck it back into his apron, when the boy speaks up again.

“It’s Willie,” he says with a smile shining through his voice and Alex blinks at him. “My name is Willie. With ‘ie’.”

Alex looks at him for a second longer than probably appropriate, studies his long, brown hair falling over his shoulders as if carefully draped there; the small golden earring in his right ear, glistening in the afternoon sun shining through the windows; the mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he looks back at Alex. He decides that Willie with ‘ie’ fits perfectly.

Alex smiles at him. He flicks the lid off the sharpie, careful not to send it across the counter, and writes ‘Willie' on the cup in his hand, adding a smiley face after another second of contemplating and deciding that fuck it, he deserves a smiley face.

He moves over to the coffee making station, flipping the lid of the vanilla syrup open and swirling some into the cup with a skilled motion. He adds a scoop of ice and then another, filling the cup almost to the brim. He’s just closed the fridge getting the cold brew when he hears the boy – Willie – speak up again.

“Is this yours?” he asks and when Alex turns to him, pitcher of coffee in hand, he sees that Willie is holding the paper cup full of doodles. “Did you draw these?”

Alex feels an embarrassed blush creep up his cheeks and he looks down again, concentrating on not missing the cup when he fills it with coffee.

“Uh, yeah, I was bored.”

“They’re cute,” Willie says and Alex feels that it’s genuine, the smile noticeable through his words. “I like the ghosts. And the dogs.”

“Thanks,” he answers, not looking up out of fear that Willie might notice his blush.

“What are they called?”

Okay, now Alex does look up, looking at Willie with a frown.

“What?”

“You need to give them names,” Willie tells him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Really Alex, why haven’t you given them names yet, huh?

“Uh,” he just says, unable to form correct words in his head.

“Can I name them?”

Willie looks at Alex with his eyes sparkling softly, the excitement clear on his face and if the plastic cup full of coffee in hand weren’t for him Alex would crush it for sure.

Can Willie name the doodled ghosts and dogs on his cup? Of course, he fucking can, he can name Alex first born if he asks like that.

“Uh, sure, go ahead.”

He’s so glad he sounds so calm because he’s totally screaming on the inside.

Willie beams at him and turns back to the cup, holding it closer to his face and studying the drawings.

“I’ll call this one George, totally the vibe. And this one – oh, that’s a cool drum set!”

He’s turned the cup over looking at the other side and for a moment Alex feels bad that he has to see his ugly drawn guitars.

“Thanks,” he says anyways, because yes, his drum set did turn out pretty good.

“Do you play?”

Alex’s head snaps up from where he’s pouring oat milk into the cup.

“How- how do you know?”

“You do?” Willie's eyes widen as he looks up at Alex. “Really? That was a wild guess.”

Alex can’t help but grin back at him, Willie's excitement over that revelation infecting him too.

“Yes, I play,” he tells him happily, setting the carton of milk down to not spill anything. “I’m actually in a band too,” he adds because a little promo can’t hurt.

“Dude!” Willie almost yells, leaning over the counter to get closer to Alex. “That’s so cool! What are you called?”

Alex feels pride and excitement bubble up in his chest as it always does when he gets to talk about his band.

“We’re ‘Julie and the Phantoms.’ Tell your friends!”

“Oh, I will! Do you play gigs? Are you on Spotify?”

Alex chuckles a little when Willie pulls his phone out of his pocket eagerly.

“We are, we have an EP out. You should check it out.”

“I definitely will!” Willie taps on his screen before he gasps. “That cover looks so cool!”

“Thank you so much,” Alex says genuinely. “Julie designed it herself.”

Willie looks back up at him, the smile still stuck to his lips.

“Who’s Julie?”

“Oh, our lead singer. She’s honestly the best. You’ll be so impressed when you hear her, I promise.”

They’d all been there when they first heard her sing. That girl has a power that’s not to be underestimated.

“I can’t wait,” Willie answers and his clear voice accompanied by his honest eyes tells Alex that he means it.

For a moment they just stare at each other, both smiling, a blush high on Alex’s cheeks, Willie still holding his doodle cup in one hand and his phone in the other.

It gets awkward after another moment because Alex notices the ice in the cup in his own hand hurting his fingers a little. He pulls his gaze away from Willie and down at the coffee, busying himself with slapping a lid on it.

“Your, uh, your coffee.”

He walks back over to the counter and sets it down in front of Willie, pulling a paper straw from the tall glass next to him and balancing it on top.

“Thanks, uh,” Willie's eyes flick down to the name tag on Alex’s chest, “Alex,” he finishes with a smile. “What do I owe you?”

Oh. Right. Money.

He glances at the cash register.

“$4.55, please. Do you want a receipt?”

“No, thanks,” Willie says. He pushes his hand into the pocket of his shorts and fishes out a $5 bill, sliding it over to Alex.

“Keep the change,” he says while dumping another $1 bill into the tip jar. He grabs the straw and his cup and slowly walks back towards the front door. “I’ll see you around?”

Warmth spreads in Alex’s chest at the thought of seeing Willie again.

“Yeah, definitely.”

Willie smiles at him and salutes him with his drink before he turns and exits the shop.

Alex stares at the closing front door for a moment, watching Willie place his board onto the ground and step on it, pushing off and skating away out of Alex’s sight. When he can’t see him anymore and it doesn’t look like another customer will enter the shop, Alex places his hands on the edge of the counter and leans forward to let out a loud groan towards the floor.

What just happened? Where did Willie come from and why does he make Alex’s insides feel like mush?

This – this – is not okay!

“Ehm, what did I just witness?”

Alex’s head snaps over to Flynn standing in the doorway to the hallway, one hand propped up on her hip, the other holding her phone.

“How long have you been standing there?” Alex asks, not moving from his awkward position at the counter.

“Long enough to watch you fall head over heels for a skater boy.”

Alex gets up straight immediately, holding his hands up in defense.

“I – I didn’t – I’m not in – I didn’t fall – You can’t,” he starts to splutter, taking a step back and bumping his hip against the counter. “What?”

“Sweetie, you had a whole gay panic in the 30 seconds I watched you.”

“What?” he says, his voice raising at least an octave and he clears his throat. “No, I didn’t.”

Flynn doesn’t answer him, just tilts her head and raises an eyebrow.

He groans again because yes, she’s right, he did have a gay panic.

But who can blame him, honestly, when Willie exists with his beautiful hair and his beautiful smile and he’s just strolling into the coffee shop wearing a cropped shirt and –

“Alex!”

His head snaps around to the source of the voice and his eyes lock with his friend Julie, Luke standing behind her.

“Are you okay?” she asks, one hand hovering in the air as if close to reaching out for him.

“Yeah,” he starts, but Flynn butts in and yells “gay panic!” over from where she’s standing behind the espresso machine.

Luke perks up behind Julie, his eyebrows flying up until they’re hidden under his fringe.

“Was it the crop-top boy from last week? Did he come back?” He comes up behind Julie to stand next to her, leaning over the counter to get closer to Alex.

“I –“ he pauses, glancing back at Flynn, who just raises her eyebrows at him. “Yeah,” he answers with a sigh, watching Luke gasp excitedly.

“Did you finally get his name?” Luke asks.

“Wait, what? Who are we talking about?” Julie asks with a frown, looking back and forth between Alex and Luke.

“Alex has a crush on a –“ Luke starts to explain, but Alex cuts him off.

“I do not have a crush on him!”

“Then tell me why you were staring longingly after him just three minutes ago.”

Alex gasps dramatically at Flynn’s betrayal, turning back and glaring at her, but she just glares back at him. He sighs again, turning back to his friends.

“So, there’s this customer, his, uh, his name is Willie.” He pauses for a second for Luke to start vibrating out of excitement about the new information. “He came here for the second time today and – and he’s so beautiful, fuck!” He slumps forward, burying his face in his arms on the counter.

“Oh Alex,” Julie said consolingly but he can hear her smile. He feels her hand patting his hair gently and he lifts his head a little, setting his chin on his forearms.

He’s fucked. He’s so fucked. And Willie is so beautiful, Alex just wants to scream.

***

“No- no Flynn, you can’t – don’t leave me!” Alex argues as Flynn struggles to release his grip. “It’s 3.30, he’ll come any minute now!”

“Exactly, which is why I don’t want to be here!” she argues back, softly punching him in the stomach to let go of her. It doesn’t hurt but he gets the message and releases her shoulders. “I don’t want to watch you simp over this guy for five minutes while you stretch making his coffee just so you can talk to him.”

She’s calling him out and she’s right. He does take way too long making his drink just to get him to stay a minute longer. But it’s not like he’s harming anyone with it. Most of the times Willie came in in the past month he’s been the only customer and he never seemed to be in a rush, so Alex doesn’t feel bad for pouring the milk in very slowly.

And yes, she’s also right about the simping part, even though he really doesn’t want to admit it. He keeps staring at him when he talks about a topic he’s interested in – art for example, he really likes art – and has to be careful not to spill anything when that happens. It happened once. He’s not proud of it.

But every time he starts to ramble about something he likes his eyes start to sparkle and it seems like he’s glowing and his hands are everywhere and he makes it really hard for Alex to look away.

Willie got him to ramble too, one time, about the band and their music and when Alex looked up from the cup in his hands and at Willie, he saw that he had the brightest smile on his face, teeth shining and his eyes crinkling. Alex had felt the punch in his gut before his brain caught up to him.

Yeah, he does have a crush on Willie, there is no denying it now, as much as he wants to. But there’s not really much he can do about it.

So, he can kind of get why Flynn tries to get on her break. Still.

“I don’t want to be alone with him, Flynn. He’ll say something cute and I’ll start crying.”

“Oh my god!” Flynn lets out an exaggerated groan. “Just – be the responsible one and start flirting with him or something. Tell him he’s cute.”

“I can’t!” he says loudly. “I have anxiety.”

Now it’s Flynn’s turn to put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him a little while she speaks.

“Alex. You’re 20 years old, you pay rent for an apartment, you’re an adult, you play drums in front hundreds of people! You can tell a boy that he looks cute!”

Alex opens his mouth to argue but she shushes him.

“I –“ he tries again but she cuts him off with a “nope” and when he opens his mouth again she finally asks “what?”

“This is different,” he says, very softly, hoping she finally gets his struggle.

She doesn’t.

“Okay, how is this different?”

He groans internally. How do people not get this?

“I – I don’t know, I –“ he breaks off to heave a sigh. “I really like him, okay? I don’t want him to think I’m weird.”

Flynn tuts. Not in the annoyed way, but in the way she does when Julie is being really dense about Luke’s crush on her or when Reggie hurts his foot jumping around while playing bass.

“Alex,” she says slowly, grabbing his face and making him look at her. It’s a little awkward, her being almost a foot smaller than him, but her grip is strong and her message clear. “He wears crop tops and buys coffee with oat milk. I don’t think there is a single drop of toxic masculinity in him that would make him think it’s weird if you call him cute.”

He stares at her, his head unmoving between her palms, as she glares into his eyes, into his soul. She squeezes his cheeks a little and he chuckles quietly. She smiles at him and releases his face.

“Here,” she says, looking down at her chest and removing the small rainbow pin from her apron. “Maybe this can give you some emotional support.” She fastens the pin to his own chest, right next to his nametag, and puts her hand over it once she’s done.

“You got this!”

“Thank you,” he says genuinely.

The bell above the door chimes and Flynn’s eyes fly over to the entrance.

“Oh, he’s coming,” she whisper-yells, removing her hand and turning on her heel. Alex takes a step forward in panic, trying to get her to stay one last time.

“No, Flynn, please,” he tries but she shakes her head without looking back at him.

“Nope, I’m already leaving, good luck!” She throws him a thumbs up before she disappears around the corner.

Alex stares after her for a moment before turning around slowly, facing the counter and Willie behind it. Willie smiles brightly when their eyes meet, his gaze warm and Alex feels his stomach flip from that alone.

“Hey,” Willie says, “what’s up?”

Oh, nothing, I’m just hopelessly in love with you, Alex thinks but thankfully doesn’t say out loud.

“Nothing,” he answers instead. He steps closer automatically and props himself up with his hands on the edge of the counter, as he always does when Willie comes in. “Just, uh, life, I guess.”

Willie chuckles at that, a strand of hair falling in front of his face and he brushes it back with his hand absentmindedly. Alex follows the motion closely and hopes Willie doesn’t notice him staring.

“Yeah, I get it.”

They both stay silent for a moment before Alex remembers why Willie came here in the first place.

“Coffee,” he blurts before he can stop himself and he leans back to get to the cash register.

“Right,” he hears Willie say and then the sound of him setting his skateboard onto the floor.

“Vanilla cold-brew with oat milk?” Alex asks, his fingers already hovering over the buttons.

“Actually,” Willie starts and Alex looks at him, “I kind of want to try something new today.”

“Oh, sure. Do you already have an idea?”

“Hm, no, not really.” Willie leans forward, settling his palms on the counter, his face turned upwards at the menu above Alex’s head.

“Do you mind if I suggest something?” Alex asks carefully. Willie tilts his head to look at him and smiles.

“No, not at all, please.”

“So, you like sweet things, right?” Willie nods. “Okay, I’d suggest a latte and we got this cool new cinnamon syrup that makes everything taste like cinnamon buns. I can make it iced and with oat milk, too, if you want to.”

Willie's face lights up and he nods excitedly.

“That sounds great, thank you so much,” he comments. Alex bites at his bottom lip for a second but then he smiles, giving himself a second to appreciate Willie's smile before turning to make his drink.

Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Willie leaning forward, his elbows on the counter and resting his face in his palms. He can feel him watching him work, observing his motions of preparing the espresso, swirling the inside of his cup with the cinnamon syrup and filling it with ice. It’s not really something to show off with, but if he could he totally would. When he turns to get the milk from the fridge he catches Willie's gaze, head tilted slightly to the side, and he feels a blush creeping up his cheeks. Knowing someone is watching you is one thing, but seeing it makes it more intense.

“So,” Willie starts to strike up a conversation, “what made you decide to be a barista?”

Alex huffs a laugh, taking the espresso cup and tipping it over the plastic cup.

“It’s really not as exciting as you might think,” he says, setting the empty cup next to the sink and looking at him. “I moved into an apartment with my friends, needed a job, saw that the café was hiring and applied and thankfully I got the job.” He adjusts the straps of his apron as Willie takes a short look around the shop.

“Do you like working here?” he asks when his eyes have settled back on Alex, now slowly pouring the milk into the cup. He’s taking his time, not only to not overfill it, but also to get Willie to stay longer, talk to him longer, to look at him like that for just a little bit longer.

“Yes,” he decides, because it’s true. He does like working here. “Yeah, I really do.”

“What’s your favorite thing about it?” Willie asks, his gentle voice showing genuine interest.

“Oh, that’s hard.”

There are so many things to like about his job. He likes that it always smells like coffee and sugar when he comes in, he likes it when the sun shines in through the glass panels at the front and paints the entire café in golden hues, he likes having his regulars greet him like friends and tell him about their day. And he likes the work too, making coffee, preparing desserts, talking to his coworkers.

But then he knows what to say.

“Probably observing people,” he finally answers, causing Willie to laugh.

“What?”

“Oh, no, I know how it sounds, but not in the creepy way.” He allows Willie to calm down for a second. “I like watching them being here as a part of their daily routine, you know. When they come here before work they’re stressed because they have somewhere to be, but when they come here after work they always stay to chat for a bit.” Willie nods. “And sometimes we have people come in here, order a hot chocolate and a croissant and then they sit here for hours typing on their laptops or writing in notebooks. And there are people going on dates here and there are many friends and families just spending their afternoon and –“ he breaks off, noticing how he’s rambling and spares a glance at Willie.

“Oh, please continue,” he encourages him, the smile on his lips warm and comforting.

“I – I don’t know, I just – I like the idea of being a part of their life, in a way. Giving them something nice to make their day a little better.” He looks down at the drink in front of him. “Even if it’s only an iced cinnamon latte. Do you want whipped cream? It’s vegan.”

“Yes, of course, thank you.” Willie straightens up, pushing his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He watches Alex add whipped cream to his drink, as well as another small swirl of the syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

“Ah, look at how pretty that looks.” Alex carefully takes the cup and places it in front of him on the counter. “Please appreciate it for a second, before I slap a lid on and smush it.”

Willie laughs but leans forward again to take a closer look.

“It looks very nice, excellent swirl, chef’s kiss.” His eyes flick up at Alex and he feels the blush, that has never quite left his cheeks, darken.

“Thanks,” he says with a short laugh.

“I don’t think I need a lid,” Willie says as he leans back again, “but I do need a straw.”

Alex nods, pulling a paper straw from the glass and sticking it into the cup.

“Voila. Now it’s done.” He pushes it a little closer to Willie. “Please try it.”

Willie reaches for it immediately, picking it up slowly to not spill anything. Alex can’t help but stare in anticipation as Willie takes the first sip through the straw. His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a satisfied hum and Alex is too busy blushing hard to be proud to have evoked that reaction.

“This is really good,” Willie says after a moment, keeping his eyes closed and taking another sip. “Thank you for recommending it.”

Alex clears his throat, trying to get his brain to focus again.

“Sure. You’re, uh, you’re welcome.” He has to scrunch up his eyes for a second and when he opens them again he sees Willie looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

“You good?” he asks and Alex nods.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m glad you like it.”

“I do, really. How much is it?”

Alex’s brain jumps on again and he moves over to the cash register, tapping in the order.

“$5.20, please. Would you like a receipt?”

Willie shakes his head, setting the cup back onto the counter and pushing his right hand back into his shorts pocket. Alex fiddles with his apron straps again while he waits and adjusts his nametag, too.

When Willie hands him the cash, dropping $2 into the tip jar, his eyes settle on Alex’s chest and a smile on his lips.

“Nice pin, by the way,” he comments, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

Alex, who thought it had stopped, blushed again, looking down at the rainbow pin still on his apron.

“Thanks, it’s my friend Flynn’s.”

He now remembers why he’s wearing it, too. Emotional support. For telling Willie that he looks cute. He can do it, he thinks. But he doesn’t.

“Here’s your change,” Alex says as he hands over a few coins.

Willie nods and a silence forms around them, while they both kind of stare at each other but also kind of don’t. At least Alex tries to hide it, but Willie's eyes bore into his face.

“So,” he starts and Alex can hear his foot scuffing the floor. He’s nervous. “Are you, like, an ally?”

Alex blinks.

What?

Alex didn’t hear him correctly. He can’t have. That can’t be what Willie just asked him.

He blinks again and a concerned frown settles on Willie's face.

“Are you – not an ally?”

What?

“I’m gay.”

Realization dawns on Willie's face. His frown loosens and he opens his mouth slightly.

“Oh,” he says softly. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” Alex answers, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Cool.” Willie pauses, nodding. “Me too.”

“Cool,” Alex repeats, to seem causal, but inside his brain he’s yelling gaygaygay on repeat.

Willie stares at him for another moment and Alex tries his best to stare back.

“I’m gonna go now,” Willie says, grabbing his drink and taking a step back.

Alex’s thoughts are a wild mixture of no, please stay, you make everything feel warm and oh my god, please leave, this is getting too awkward, but he doesn’t want to say either of those so he just says “okay” very quietly and mentally kicks himself for it.

So much for telling Willie that he’s cute.

Willie walks backwards a few steps before finally turning, holding his board under his arm and his drink in his hand, to pull the door open. Alex watches him, unmoving behind the counter. Just as Willie's about to step outside, he turns again, still holding the door handle. He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in and out.

“Hey, uh, if I were gonna ask you out on a date,” he pauses, “would you say yes?”

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

“Yes.”

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

“Okay, cool.” Willie moves to leave again, before stopping once again. “When does your shift end?”

Alex can’t believe this is really happening. He glances back at the clock above the menu.

“In about an hour,” he answers, his voice raising at the end like a question even though he’s never been more sure of anything in his life.

“Okay, cool,” Willie says again and Alex laughs a little. Willie smiles at him.

“I’ll see you then?” Alex asks, just to clarify what Willie seems to imply.

“Totally.”

Alex can’t help but grin back at him.

“Okay, cool,” he repeats Willie's words and this time Willie laughs a little.

Willie takes one last look at him before actually moving out of the door, placing his board onto the ground and stepping on it. He doesn’t push off right away, shooting one last smile at Alex and waiting for him to smile back and wave at him.

Alex’s eyes follow him rolling past the front of the shop. He’s still smiling when he disappears out of his sight and Alex feels like his whole body is glowing.

He grips the straps of his apron, biting back a laugh.

This can’t be real, he thinks, but the condensation of the drink on the counter is real and the tips in the tip jar are real and the blush on his cheeks is real and the date – date – is also real. So very real. Holy fuck.

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Hypnosis is Bullshit

(A gay Hypnosis Story)

“Alright Campers!” Chris shouts to the contestants in the cafeteria “It’s time for your next challenge!”

“What now?” Duncan asks annoyed.

“Aw what? Do you not enjoy my challenge?” Chris says sadly

“No” All of the contestants say simultaneously

“Rude...” Chris says, faking being offended. “Well it doesn’t matter cause you’re doing it anyways! Meet me out by the cabins! No not your housing arrangements, the OTHER cabins.”

Chris then proceeds to disappear.

The Campers leave their cafeteria, but then Duncan and Trent get into a little scuffle outside the doors.

“Don’t fucking push me dude” Trent snapped

“Well if your slow ass wasn’t taking up the entire doorway I wouldn’t have needed to” Duncan responds

“Bastard, you wanna fight me?” Trent threatens

“Try me bitch” Duncan challenges“

Oh my god, break it up you two.” Heather sighs

“You stay out of this you black haired dog eater” Duncan sneers

“AIGHT BITCH YOU WANNA GO?!” Heather says threatening Duncan as Lindsay holds her back.

“Ha, you’re so easy to get a reaction out of” He laughs

“Ugh! I really wish someone would knock you down a peg you brat!” Heather shouts

“Duncan I really think you should back off” Gwen suggests

“Aw come on you know you love it baby”“Ew...” Gwen says backing off.

“Y’all gonna head over to the Cabins, or Am I gonna have to drag your clown asses over there?” Leshawna asks

“Tch, fine” Duncan reluctantly lets up

(Nobody messes with Leshawna)

The campers settles their conflict and head out to the old cabins in the wood. 6 of them have spirals painted on them.

“This challenge is a 1 on 1 hypnosis challenge, each of one of the former screaming gophers will compete with one of the former Killer Bass to hypnotize each other in one hour. Whoever succeeds will be allowed to do whatever they want with the other, whoever does the most embarrassing thing to the other when the timer is up wins, the judge will as always be me.” Chris explains

“As stupid as this challenge is, there is a slight problem Chris” Duncan calls out

“And that is?” Chris asks

“Hypnosis ain’t real you fucking moron.” He shouts

“Yes it is!” Izzy shouts “Ive seen plenty of government facilities use Hypnosis on Politicians to get them favorably on one side of the Spectrum or on enemy soldier to reveal critical information! But I’m completely resistant to it cause I was born colorblind!” Izzy rants

“And we’re supposed to believe the crazy lady why?” Duncan asks

Izzy growls

“Anyways here are your teams”

“Leshawna and Eva, you’ll go to the first cabin”

“Ha good luck, I have an Iron Will” Eva notes

“Team 2 will be Heather and Bridgette”

“Yeah no, I’m not letting this bitch control me. You’re going down Heather” Bridgette threatens

“Team 3 is Lindsay and Izzy”

“This will go down well...” Duncan mutters sarcastically

“Team 4 is Geoff and Gwen”

“Aight little lady! We got this!” Geoff cheers

“I don’t think you understand this challenge” Gwen says

“Team 5 is Owen and DJ”

“Oh fuck no” Trent and Duncan say simultaneously

“And Team 6 will be Duncan and Trent! Ha ha ha” Chris laughs

“Fuck you and your idiot ass McLain” Duncan says flipping the bird at McLain before waking inside the cabin.

“I could have had it worse...” Trent suggests trying to keep it positive.

The two of them wander inside the cabin and did the room lined with various Hypnosis tools.

Duncan just sighs“God this shit it stupid... I mean look at this” He picks up a ray gun “Hypno Gun? My gif what do they think we are? 5? I’m so done with this. Let’s just wait the hour out I don’t even care if we lose”

“Whatever...” Trent sighs.

Duncan sits down on one of the coaches while Trent wanders around the room.

After a bit of searching however, Trent notices a small tape sitting in the corner of the room, he picks it up and the Tape Reads ‘Easy White Noise Hypnosis’. Trent, wanting a bit of laugh but also not caring, removes the label and replaces it with a label he had on one of his other tapes titled ‘Heavy Punk Rock Favorites’.

He then proceeds to sit next to Duncan

“Da fuck do you want?” Duncan snaps

“Well I decided since we’re going to be here a while, I thought you would like to listen to some music. I know you’re a punk rock fan, so I got some of my favorites.” He hands the tape to Duncan

“I mean you’re choice in Music probably sucks but whatever...” Duncan plugs in a pair of headphones into the tape and begins listening.

“Dude this is just white noise, what the fuck is this?” Duncan asks clearly confused

“It’s a start up noise, it’ll probably take a couple minutes to start up” Trent lied

Duncan relents and continues to sit there. After a few minutes, his expression begins to go slack and he sits there looking confused.

“Dude... This shit is making my head feel... funny...” Duncan slurs. He goes to take off the headphones.

“Up bup bup bup” Trent places his hands on his and keeps the headphones “Just keep going”

“But... I...”

“Ssshhh” Trent shush him. Duncan giggles a little before continuing on.

After a couple more minutes, Duncan is gone full slack. His eyes are crossed and drool is slowly dripping down the side of his mouth. Trent waves his hand in front of Duncan, he doesn’t even react. He just sits there.

Holy shit did it actually work? Trent thinks. He decides to test his theory.

“Duncan can you hear me?” Trent asks

“Yeah...” Duncan mumbles

“Are you willing to obey my commands?” He asks

“Sure” Duncan slurs

“Stand in front of me...” He orders

Duncan stands up and walks in front of Trent.

No way... Trent thinks This can’t be real. I guess the only way to know is if I make him do something so embarrassing that if he’s pranking me he’ll have to let up...

“Alright Duncan listen to me. When I snap my fingers, you will become a Sexy Gay stripper who’s here to strip for me. You love showing your bare ass for people and you’re super horny. Ok?”

Duncan just drools

Theres no way... Trent thinks

Trent snaps his fingers and Duncan wakes up and stares directly at Trent. He then placed Hands on either side of Trent

Yup he’s definitely going to kill me

“Why Hello there Sexy” Duncan purrs

OH MY GOD Trents Mind Screams

Duncan stands up and admired Trent “Damn when they sent me for this job, I didn’t expect my client to be so sexy.” He says seductively

“Thank you...” Trent says trying to hold in his laughter

“Anyways let’s get on with the show shall we?” Duncan says pulling off his shirt slowly.

Trent just stares in awe as Duncan slowly pulls off his clothes. First he tosses off his shirt and lets Trent feel his pecs. Then he pulls off his pants and gives Trent a lap dance. Finally when Trent thought it was going to end, Duncan leaned in by his ear“

Since you’re such a special client case, I’ll give you a bonus show.” He whispers seductively.

Duncan stands up and pulls off his underwear, bearing his ass for Trent to see. He throws the underwear off to the side and exposes himself directly in front of Trent.

“Like what you see?” Duncan says winking

Trent could feel himself getting hard.

Wait what?

Trent looked down to see himself indeed having a hard on at the site of Duncan

What the? I’m straight! What the heck is going on?

Duncan leans in quietly and sets himself on Trents lap“What do you say me and you find the bedroom, and take care of that little problem of yours” Duncan says pulling at the edge of Trents pants

“Alright that’s enough! Sleep!” Trent calls out

Duncan immediately falls limp, his body crashing into Trents chest. Trent realized how Tiny Duncan was especially without the clothes and laughed to himself a little.

Hmm what should I do with you now? Trent thinks.

He looks down at Duncan’s muscular form. And immediately comes up with a devilish plan.

“Alright Duncan… You can still hear me correct?” He asks

“Ye…” Duncan slurs.

“Alright, when I wake you up, you will think you are a professional wrestler. And I am your opponent. You will try and punch and dent but will not have enough strength to do so. Meanwhile when I even slightly tap you, you will feel excruciating pain. And the only way You can make it stop is by me surrendering. Understood?” Trent explains.

Duncan moans.

“Ok… Then go…” Trent snaps his fingers.

Duncan sits up instantly and stares directly at Trent. He smiles and growls.

“Look at you. Little Princess. You think you can beat me?” Duncan sneers.

Trent stands up. “Psh, you’re all talk…” He laughs.

“Oh yeah. Then let’s see how you like this?” Duncan aims a punch directly for Trents face, but when he touches his face, it’s no more than a slight touch. Duncan backs up.

“You’re sturdy…” He mutters.

“Wanna try that again?” He asks

“Grr TAKE THIS!!!” Duncan runs up to him and grabs him around the arms. He attempts to lift Trent up, but fails miserably.

Trent just laughs and flicks Duncan’s nose. Duncan backs up and covers his nose in pain.

“Dude what the fuck?! How did you do that?” He says rubbing his nose.

“Just luck I guess.” Trent slaps Duncan’s back and he collapses to the ground writing in pain.

“OK DUDE I SURRENDER!! PLEASE JUST STOP!!!” Duncan screams.

Trent pulls Duncan’s legs over his shoulders and Duncan writhes in pain.

“Say it!” Trent snaps

“Say what?” Duncan whimpers.

“Say you’re a princess…” He tugs on his leg.

Duncan winces hard. “GAAAH! Fine! I’m a Princess! I’m a pretty little bitch princess.”

“Why couldn’t Mario find you?”

“I was in another castle! Obviously!”

“And what we’re you doing there?”

“Probably getting fucked by You.” He laughs.

Trent stands there silent for a moment as he drops Duncan lies on the ground writhing.

“I surrender.” He mumbles.

Duncan’s pain vanishes and he quietly gets up and turns to Trent.

“You ok dude?” He asks

“Why did you say I was getting fucked by you? Why the fuck would you say that?” He growls.

“Dude, I just think your hot. I’m not tryna make you mad. If anything, I think you’d make a great top!” Duncan laughs.

Trent just sighs. “Sleep…”

Duncan falls forward and collapses into Trents arms. Trent quietly sits him on the floor and sits next to him thinking.

Did he really mean that? Trent thinks

He looks over at Duncan, who’s drooling on the floor and looking spaces out. Trent quietly contemplates for a moment before realizing his final trick. The thing he would do for Chris’s competition.

“Alright Duncan, can you hear me?” Trent asks.

“Mm…” Duncan quietly mumbles.

“Great then here’s what we’re gonna do.”

(Time skip to the end of the competition ton)

“Aaaaaand Times Up!” Chris blows his air horn. “Let’s see what we got now!”

“Duncan was right! You’re bullshitting McLain!” Gwen snaps.

“None of that stuff worked! All of the tools were fake!” Leshawna explains.

“Yeah! And I should know! I know what Hypnosis stuff looks like!” Izzy shouts.

“Really? It was supposedly real when I bought it online.” Chris says nervously.

“Yeah well I can guarantee that not a single one of us completed the challenge.” Bridgette snaps

“Actually I did!” Trent raised his hand.

Everyone turns to look at him in surprise.

“You can’t be serious…” Heather says tiredly.

“I am! And I have proof!” Trent quietly walks down the steps, a small figure crouches down behind him.

“Is that…” Gwen attempts to peak around.

Trent calls the small figure. “Come on, don’t be shy…”

The figure crawls quietly to Trents feet and reveals itself to be Duncan, but he’s different. His usual green Mohawk, now he had his air in a sort of wild style, kind of slicked back, but with a bit of a tip. But that was the least of the Changes. He was completely naked except for a pair of black ears and a large black tail stuck into his ass. And he had a collar with a bone collared name tag on it saying “Damian” attached to a leash that Trent was holding.

“No way…” Izzy says shocked.

“His name is Damian now. He’s a cutie aint he?” He says scratching Damian behind the ears. Damian pants in happiness.

“This isn’t real…” Heather says laughing.

“It is. I Hypnoed him to be a good boy. I taught him a couple tricks while I had the time.” Trent explains.

He points to in front of him and Damian walks up and “stands” on all fours in front of Trent.

“Sit…”

Damian sits like a dog looking at Trent expectantly.

“Roll over.”

Damian lies down then rolls onto his back, then rolls back onto his stomach and sits up.

“Speak!”

Damian barks.

“Wag your tail!”

Damian sticks his butt up in the air, and begins wagging his fake tail. Damian looks at Trent happily.

“Good boy!”

Trent pulls a cookie out of his pocket and dangles it in front of Damian. Damian grabs it and begins munching on the cookie. Once he’s finished, Trent pulls out a large beef bone and hands it to Damian. Damian takes it in his mouth and quietly circles around Trent before lying at his feet and viciously chewing on the bone.

“This is insane!” Owen looks in shock.

“HES SO CUTE!!!” Lindsay squeals.

“Oh how the tables have turned…” Heather smirks.

Chris looks at Trent in shock. He regains his composure and smiles at Trent. “Well then! Congratulations, Trent! You have won immunity!” Chris announces.

“And Damian, he’s my dog, after all.” Trent reaches down and scratches Damian behind the ears again. Damian whines in happiness.

“Ugh… Fine! Damian gets Immunity too… You have to change him back by the end of the week though!” Chris adds.

“Yeah yeah…” Trent waves it off.

(One week later, after Eva is eliminated)

Trent walks up to Damian, who had been quietly sleeping under Trents bunk. He ques for Damian to come out and Damian shuffles out and quietly waits for Trents command.

“Alright welp its time for you to go back to normal…”

Damian frowns and cries at Trent.

“I know I know… But Chris said it’s the requirement…” Trent says petting Damian.

Reluctantly, Damian sits back in normal position.

“Goodbye for now Damian…”

Damian barks one more time and nuzzles into Trents hand.

“And sleep…”

Duncan’s eyes roll over and he returns to sleep mode.

“Alright Duncan, I want you to take all the memories of you as Damian and tuck them safely away. It’ll be there, but you can’t open it unless I ask you to. Ok?” Trent explains.

Duncan mumbles what sounded like a yes.

“And other than that, when I snap my fingers, you will wake up as your Normal self, with all the memories of what you did. Ok?” Trent asks

Duncan nods.

“Ok, and go.” Trent snaps his fingers.

Duncan’s eyes snap back to reality and he looks at Trent in disgust.

“The fuck is up with-“ He stops as his memories come in “OH FUCK YOU!!!” Duncan gets up and lightly shoved Trent. Trent laughs.

“Yup! I got you!” Trent says.

“Oh god! How the fuck did That work?” Duncan asks

“Honestly? I just kinda got lucky! But I wasn’t wasting a golden opportune moment like this!” Trent laughs.

“Tch, whatever.” Duncan crosses his arms. But shockingly his expression softens.

“Hey… about that Damian thing…” He mumbles.

“What about it?” I ask strangely.

“Do you think you could do it again sometime…” He asks quietly.

Trent looks at him surprised “You’re not serious?!” Trent says shocked.

“Yes I am. I kinda like being Damian. I know I act like a bad boy all the time but, to be Damian would be like having just… a lay off of that I guess…” Duncan mumbles.

Trent seems to think for a moment, before nodding and reaching his hand out towards Duncan. “Deal!”

Duncan grasps his hand and shakes it. “Thanks.”

Duncan begins quietly walking out when Trent stops him.

“Aren’t you gonna put on clothes?” Trent laughs.

Duncan looks back at him and smirks.

“Dogs don’t wear clothes”

(END)

#gay hypnosis #what is this #somebody kill me please

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danger | ksj x reader chapter one: good girl

summary: kim seokjin is a rich asshole. you are an ambitious attorney. smut ensues when he just won’t leave you alone.

pairing: seokjin/reader word count: 8.6K (Part 1 of 2)

rating: 18+

genre: smut | pwp | okay fine, porn with a thin plot | but it’s really thin

warnings: hate sex, language, terrible ethical decisions, blatant misuse of office furniture

Chapter 01 | 02

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Are you fucking kidding me? What am I to you? Am I easy to you? Are you playing with me? You are in danger now Why are you testing me? Why are you testing me? Don’t get me twisted

-- BTS, "Danger"

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“Excuse me, Miss?”

You look up from your phone to the bartender who’s just walked up to you. He’s holding a bottle of champagne.

“Yes?”

“The gentleman sitting just over there sent this for you.”

Your gaze follows the direction of his nod and immediately your blood warms to a boil.

The man who’s just finished wiping the floor with your ass in court has just sent you a bottle of champagne. Champagne is for celebrating, not for self-medicating after a brutal trial with a shitty outcome. But of course, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?

You’d spotted the hint of a smile on Kim Seokjin’s lips in the quick moment you’d looked his way. He was seated at a table -- surrounded by his adoring lackeys -- who were no doubt high-fiving themselves into a frenzy after this afternoon’s verdict. You’d been so busy drowning your sorrows in wine and furiously texting with Nari that you hadn’t even noticed his entire group’s arrival.

The absolute nerve of this man.

“I don’t want it,” you say. “Please send it back.”

The bartender looks flustered for a moment, glancing at Seokjin and then back to you.

“But Miss, this is a very expensive bottle of champagne,” he protests kindly.

“I know that,” you reply quickly, which is bullshit because you don’t know anything about champagne but you’ll be damned if you let this server or Kim Seokjin know that.

“I still don’t want it.”

“Alright then, I’ll take it back,” he says nervously, clearing his throat. No doubt he’s not looking forward to telling the pompous prick you’ve turned away his selfless gift. “If you’re sure, that is.”

You make certain to give the bartender your warmest smile because you know he is looking.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

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Kim Seokjin has never had to think about concepts like student loans and overdue rent. He’s never had to lie awake at night praying for an opportunity to get ahead.

Status and success are his birthright.

If you had to guess, you’d say those broad shoulders come from weekends spent lugging a bag of golf clubs across manicured greens. Those muscular legs are probably the result of hours of vigorous tennis at his family’s estate. And the face? Word on the street is that his mother was a beauty queen which fits quite nicely into his rich boy trifecta.

Truly, you can’t stand the sight of him.

But if you’re being honest with yourself, the worst thing about Kim Seokjin -- the thing that really sets your teeth on edge -- is that he’s a damned good attorney.

Maybe daddy’s money got him into the best schools, but he clearly paid attention. So instead of spending his days playing polo or drinking manhattans or doing whatever it is obscenely rich people do all day, he spends his days in court litigating circles around some unfortunate opponent.

Just your luck that his last two opponents happen to be you.

Kim Seokjin has single-handedly put an end to your personal hot streak. You should be celebrating a big win right now but instead you’ve run straight into a brick wall.

A tall, broad, well-dressed brick wall.

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“Do you think he’s gay?”

“What?”

“Kim Seokjin, dammit. Are you paying attention to me at all?”

You pull a face when Nari mentions he-who-should-not-be-named.

“Gay? How the hell should I know?” you grumble, stabbing a fork full of salad with more force than is necessary.

“I’m just saying. Everyone knows everything about everyone at the courthouse, right? But you never hear about Kim Seokjin hooking up with anyone. Anyone. And I mean, he’s -- you know, gorgeous.”

“I guess,” you say flatly.

Nari tuts at your unenthusiastic response. Gossip is her specialty and you’re usually game to hear what she’s been able to dig up but just the mention of this man’s name is enough to put you in a mood.

“Listen, I’d be salty too if I’d lost that case, but that doesn’t change the fact that the man is a four-alarm fire.”

“Two cases,” you correct. “And he’s two-alarm. At best.”

“Oh, you’re hilarious,” Nari laughs. “Anyway, I picked up something super slinky for Judge Park’s party tomorrow so by then I’ll know one way or another which way he’s batting.”

You roll your eyes.

“Hope that works out for you. Either way, I really don’t want to talk about Kim Seokjin’s sex life.”

“Okay, fine,” she concedes. “But what about his professional life? Cause word on the street is that his firm is probably going to make him a partner. Like very soon.”

You chew on that for a moment.

He’ll probably be the youngest partner in his firm’s history or in any firm’s history, for that matter. It would be the only logical next step in the progression of this man’s obnoxiously charmed life.

“Good for him,” you grind out, silently willing Nari to drop the subject of the infuriating man entirely.

She smiles with satisfaction at having dropped a very juicy piece of information, but all you can do is frown into your salad.

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You’ve been staring at this piece of art for a solid five minutes and at this point you are questioning Judge Park’s sanity. It’s objectively hideous.

“So you do drink champagne.”

The fine hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end at the sound of the deep voice that comes from behind. You’ve just lifted a flute of the aforementioned drink to your lips when he sidles up to you.

“When I’m in the mood,” you say tightly.

The low chuckle you get in response is very, very annoying.

You catch a glance of Kim Seokjin out of the corner of your eye because you refuse to acknowledge him with your full attention. As expected, he looks perfectly groomed, impeccably dressed, and irritatingly confident.

“So this is...interesting,” Seokjin says, gesturing at the art piece.

“Interesting,” you repeat. “Yes, well -- it’s definitely that.”

You know you’re sending him every signal that you’d rather be anywhere but here talking to him but he ignores the hostility pouring off of you in waves.

“I’ve been meaning to catch you,” he says, pausing to take a drink from an ornate highball glass. “I think it’s a shame we haven’t had the chance to speak one-on-one yet.”

Oh, please.

“Yes, what a shame,” you reply sweetly. “So glad you’re finally getting the opportunity to take your victory lap in person.”

“Ouch,” he laughs, tone light despite your obvious irritation. “I came in peace. I’ve had the pleasure of facing you in court but not the pleasure of a formal introduction. So I thought I’d make a point to get acquainted with the woman who’s had me up against the ropes in my last two cases.”

You lift an eyebrow at the thin compliment.

“I have to say,” he smiles, “I’m impressed.”

A flare of indignation ignites inside you at his casual condescension. As if you give a single solitary shit what Kim Seokjin thinks of your litigation skills.

“Well now that I know I have your stamp of approval,” you say, body rigid, “I can truly go on.”

You hear his faint huff of laughter as he takes another drink. A few uncomfortable moments pass before he seems to accept your silence as a sign that this conversation is over.

“Well it was nice to meet you anyway,” he says, and you hate that you can hear a smile in his voice. “I’m sure we’ll see each other around.”

He leaves you fuming in front of that monstrosity on the wall.

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“He’s an asshole,” you say when Nari drops a to-go box at your desk. “I mean, I always knew he would be, but now I know firsthand. A self-important, super-inflated asshole.”

Nari laughs. “Kim Seokjin, huh? I saw you two talking at the party and wondered what that was all about.”

She drops into the chair on the other side of your desk with her own to-go box.

“For the record, I can’t get a read off of him. And believe me, I tried,” she sighs. “So what did he say to you?”

“He was so damned patronizing. He told me I ‘had him up against the ropes’ in his last case,” you hiss. “That I’m talented.”

“Oh, that’s awful,” Nari says, and you don’t miss her thick sarcasm. “Acknowledging your skill and whatnot. You’re right -- total jerk.”

You are immediately impatient with her lack of sympathy.

“You weren’t there, Nari. He wasn’t passing along some heartfelt praise, he was saying ‘close but no cigar.’”

“He’s professionally competitive, girl. A shark. What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. Manners, maybe?”

“Ugh, you’re such a baby,” she teases. “I think your sudden success has gone to your head. He’s not about to bend the knee just because you’ve got a great record.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “No one’s asking him to bend the knee, Nari.”

She smiles.

“Okay, princess, I’m gonna let you believe that. But I will admit that you might be right about the goading thing,” she says. “Last night, Sang Yejun told me Seokjin took over that last case from a junior attorney. Stepped in and snatched it right up and no one thought it was even on his radar.”

Well that catches your attention.

You’d wondered yourself why the great Kim Seokjin had stooped to take such a minor case.

“See what I’m saying, Nari? It’s like he’s purposely trying to get under my skin.”

She snorts.

“Girl you know I love you, but you really need to get a grip. Not everything is about you.”

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Nari was dead wrong. Apparently everything is about you.

Three days after your cringeworthy exchange at Judge Park’s party, you have the displeasure of seeing Kim Seokjin again. This time, he walks right into one of your open hearings and helps himself to a seat.

Your entire body goes rigid when you spot him. He has nothing to do with this case, his firm isn’t involved in any way and yet here he is, taking time out of his precious day to sit in your hearing. You silently simmer over his unwelcome presence and the anxiety that comes with it.

Just what is he playing at?

Your second chair elbows you.

“You ready?” he asks and you nod.

You take one last look at your notes and will yourself to focus. The last thing you want to do is screw up this line of questioning and you certainly don’t want to screw it up in front of him.

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You assume the coast is clear when court adjourns and everyone scatters. You look around for any sign of Seokjin while packing up your files and come up empty. You hate to acknowledge the tiny feeling of relief that blossoms inside at that observation.

That feeling of relief doesn’t last long.

As soon as you round the corner into the hallway you spot him leaned up against the wall, scrolling through his phone as you walk past. You stride quickly, praying he won’t look up in time to see you but no such luck.

“Hey,” he calls after you. You grit your teeth.

There’s certainly no way to avoid speaking to him, not without causing a scene. The hallway is packed with attorneys and paralegals from firms all over the city. You’d hate to give any of them the impression that this man has rattled you.

You stop and round on him.

“How can I help you today, Mr. Kim?”

He smiles, refusing to be intimidated by your acid tone.

“I got a chance to sit in on your hearing,” he says, as though you didn’t already know that. ”Not bad.”

You are in uncharted waters right now. If Kim Seokjin was just another asshole in a bar, you’d throw your drink in his face and leave him sputtering. But he’s a respected colleague and you can’t make a scene -- not here. You’re still trying to figure out how to respond to that gem when he makes another observation.

“You did miss an opportunity to pin your witness on that last question, though.”

You catch your jaw before it has a chance to drop.

“I thought you were going to go for the jugular for a minute there,” he says, lips pursing to suppress a smile. “But then you backed off. It surprised me.”

He’s baiting you. And you know he’s baiting you. And you still can’t stop yourself from reacting.

“So are you billing me for these hours or do I get to enjoy all this unsolicited legal advice for free?”

“For you?” He shrugs casually. “Totally free.”

He slips his hands into his pockets and turns to walk away, but you are the one to stop him this time.

“Why?” you call after him.

He turns back to face you.

“Why do you care? Why are you here grading me like this is some kind of performance review?” you ask, unable to keep the astonishment out of your voice.

The slow smile that spreads across his face is downright smackable.

“It’s my job to keep an eye on talent. Even if the talent is overly confident, bad at taking direction, and just a little…” he stops for a moment to appreciate the look of absolute outrage on your face, “...bratty.”

“Bratty,” you repeat numbly.

“Bratty,” he confirms.

He shoots you a wide smile before sauntering away.

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“He said you were…” Nari pauses for effect. “Bratty.”

“Yes.”

You wait through a full thirty seconds of Nari’s laughter before you interrupt.

“You --” you say, pointing an accusing finger at her, “are supposed to be my friend.”

“Oh, I am your friend, sweetheart,” she says, chuckling between words. “And as your friend I have to tell you that’s the most accurate take a man has had on you in a minute.”

You ball up a piece of paper on your desk and throw it at her.

“Seriously,” she says, breathless from laughter. “That is the funniest shit I’ve heard in a while.”

“Glad you think so,” you mutter.

Nari finally manages to collect herself after a moment.

“Okay, so Kim Seokjin thinks you’re bratty. And he’s definitely toying with you. And it’s working. So what are you gonna do about it?” she asks.

You say nothing for a moment. This is the internal debate you’ve been having since your embarrassing little encounter the other day.

“I’m gonna tell him to go fuck himself,” you say, finally. “Whatever little game he’s playing — I’m done.”

Nari’s sly smile around a fork full of noodles indicates she can’t wait for the gossip that will no doubt come out of this showdown.

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You have to wait for the right opportunity to confront Kim Seokjin.

You’ve crossed paths with one another a few times in the courthouse in the past few days, but the last thing you want to do is have this conversation in front of the prying eyes and sharp ears that always mill about the halls.

So you stew in your anger and wait for the perfect moment to strike.

The moment comes when you spot a box of files in the lobby of your office, with a large note right on top.

ATTN: Kim Seokjin

Lee & Kang Law Firm

“What is this?” you ask the receptionist, pointing at the box.

“That’s a load of files that has to go over to Lee and Kang. I’m having them delivered,” she replies.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say quickly. You check your watch. It’s end of business already, but you’re certain he’s still at his office. He’s far too ambitious to be the type to pack it in early.

You pull out your phone and shoot a quick text to Nari. Her response is immediate.

you: going to give seokjin a piece of my mind tonight [ 5:49 PM ]

nari: i expect nothing less than a detailed play-by-play [ 5:50 PM ]

The receptionist quirks an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to get off your phone.

“You don’t want me to call for delivery, then?”

“No,” you smile. “I’ll be happy to hand-deliver them myself.”

She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

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The offices of Lee and Kang are opulent.

Marble and glass and shining fixtures all paid for by hours of top-dollar billing. It’s one of the best firms in town and they clearly spared no expense in decorating the massive space.

When you walk through the heavy glass doors in the lobby there is no receptionist on duty. The main lights are down, leaving only accent lights and the glow coming from a few open offices.

You spot one lone woman still working at her desk in the common area.

“Kim Seokjin?” you ask, as you carry the box past her desk.

For a moment, it looks like she is going to ask you who you are -- because clearly you’re not a deliveryman -- but she sees the note taped to your box and points you in the right direction.

A corner office.

Of course the pampered asshole would already have a corner office.

You take a deep breath before knocking and immediately you hear Seokjin’s deep voice responding to invite you in.

The first thing that strikes you when you open his office door is that he does not seem surprised to see you.

At all.

The man’s beautiful, infuriating face stays entirely neutral as he looks up from the papers on his desk. His total lack of a reaction is unnerving.

The second thing you spot are the massive windows. Seokjin certainly gets to enjoy the perks of his high-status, high-rise office because the backdrop to his workspace is stunning. The sun has already set and the city is lit up behind him, a stark contrast to the night sky.

The last thing that you notice is that his office is a mess. You’d expect someone as anal-retentive as Kim Seokjin to be a neat freak, but there are boxes and papers all over the floors and even his pictures and degrees are leaning against the walls instead of hanging on them.

“Doing some redecorating?” you ask finally, when he does absolutely nothing to end the awkward silence.

“Something like that,” he answers smoothly.

“We owe you these documents,” you say, motioning to the box. You drop it unceremoniously on the floor in front of his desk.

He stares at it for a moment before finally deciding to speak.

“You --” he starts, “ -- hand-delivered a box of documents to my office? Can your firm not afford couriers anymore? You guys going out of business?”

“That’s a lot of questions at once, Mr. Kim,” you fire back. “Have I walked into a deposition? Am I being videotaped?”

“Would you like to be videotaped?” he counters evenly.

You search his face for any hint of humor -- any indication of teasing -- and come up empty. The look on his face suggests he’s just asked a serious question that deserves a serious answer.

Alarm bells begin to sound in your head.

“You seem to be at a loss for words tonight,” he says, finally. “Which from what I gather is a bit unlike you. So I’ll ask you again, what is a gifted attorney doing playing errand girl with a box of files?”

You stand silent, irritated at your sudden inability to string a simple sentence together. Moments ago you’d walked in here ready for a confrontation, ready to read this man the riot act. In a matter of seconds your momentum has died. You can almost feel the power shift in the air.

“I -- “ you start and falter.

Seokjin raises one perfect eyebrow.

“I am not bratty,” you say finally, lamely, and it’s laughable because it sounds exactly like something a brat would say.

“Not bratty,“ Seokjin repeats dryly. “Noted. Anything else?”

“Don’t do that,” you hiss. “That dismissive thing you’re doing right now. I don’t know who you think you think you are, or who you think I am -- but you are all wrong about me.”

He stands up from behind his desk, long fingers moving to loosen the tie around his neck and somehow the simple act comes across as painfully intimate. You very nearly look away.

“All wrong.”

“Yes,” you repeat firmly.

“Oh, I somehow doubt that,” he demurs, moving slowly around his desk to step closer. Not once does he take his eyes off of you.

A flutter of panic spreads across your chest.

“Just...leave me out of whatever game you are playing, Mr. Kim,” you say, the words spilling out in one nervous breath as you turn to make for the entrance of his office. You register the sound of his footsteps but don’t realize he’s made up the distance between you until it’s too late. He reaches past you to push the door closed.

It slams shut with a heavy thud and for a second all you can do is stare at it.

Slowly you turn to face him.

“What do you want from me?” you say after a moment, breathing a bit harder than you’d like. Your tongue slips out to wet your lips, a nervous gesture that his eyes follow with keen interest.

“You,” he begins slowly, “are in my office. You came to me.”

He’s crowding you with his body, guiding you both so incrementally you barely register movement until the door is nearly flush against your back.

“So why don’t you tell me what you want?”

You stare back at him dumbly.

What you want at this moment is to find the choice words that will take him down a peg. You’d love nothing more than to deliver some scathing, elegant takedown but you fail to find the words. You fail to find any words, in fact.

“You are obstinate,” he whispers, so dangerously close you can smell his aftershave. “Haughty. Smug.”

Your mouth falls open in silent protest.

“And clearly in need of a firm hand.”

Heat floods your cheeks.

It’s embarrassing, being spoken to like this. It’s humiliating to have Kim Seokjin of all people dress you down in this way . But the most mortifying thing about this bizarre exchange is the way your body warms immediately, blood humming in response to his words.

“Fuck you, Seokjin,” you whisper back, but the words come out thin and weak.

He leans forward, bracing his palms on either side of the door -- on either side of you, dipping his head low to bring his gaze level with yours.

“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t wait for you to answer.

“Ask me for it. Better yet --” he leans close to whisper in your ear, “Beg me for it.”

He hasn’t touched you but that doesn’t stop the pang of arousal set off by his words from hitting you like a slap. The sensation that starts at the apex of your thighs spreads into your legs and across your arms, into your fingers like a current.

Seokjin continues speaking in that same even, unsettling tone.

“Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

He is too close, too warm, too aggravating, too tempting. You have to shut your eyes for a moment to block him out and give your brain a moment to catch up. No one has ever spoken to you this way, and this -- your body’s immediate, damning reaction to it -- is something new.

Something scary.

You’re certain he can see it all over you, the beads of sweat at your temples, the high color in your cheeks. Nari was right — Seokjin is a shark — and he’s looking at you right now like he smells blood in the water.

You stare back at him, conflicted and incensed and aroused beyond belief.

“I’m leaving,” you say finally, voice brittle.

He gives you one long look before reaching behind you for the handle to the door. He pulls it open and waits for you to walk through, but you just stand there for a moment, dazed.

“Get home safe,” he murmurs.

You nearly scream. He’s maddening like this, in complete control while you feel ready to fall apart at the slightest provocation. You look from him to the door and back to him.

You know you have to make a decision. You can walk out that door on trembling legs with your entire body on fire or you can swallow your pride and submit to the most infuriating man you have ever met.

He quirks that eyebrow again.

“Wait,” you say after a long, tense moment.

“For what?”

“Do it,” you whisper, barely meeting his gaze.

“Do what?”

You want to slap him for feigning ignorance but instead take a deep breath in and out before speaking again.

“Fuck me,” you say quietly into the narrow space between your bodies.

For the first time tonight you see a tell -- a tiny giveaway that Seokjin is as affected as you are by this charged encounter. The look of heat that flickers in his eyes is hypnotic. He shuts the door again and rubs his fingers across his lips before speaking.

“Fuck me, what?”

You grit your teeth -- irritated with him, irritated with yourself for being in this position. For not telling him off and leaving with your head held high. Your feet feel rooted to the floor.

“You are an asshole,” you whisper tersely.

“I am,” he admits in that infuriating placid tone. “And I’m still waiting to hear you say it.”

You take a deep breath, then swallow the taste of humiliation that makes your tongue feel heavy and thick.

“Fuck me, please.”

It’s damned near painful to choke out those words and the second they escape you expect him to gloat. You expect him to dangle your submission over your head, to weaponize it and use it against you. What you do not expect is the eerie calm when he reaches behind you again to cut the lights to his office.

His voice is low when he leans close to your ear.

“Good girl.”

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#seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #kimseokjinsmut #kimseokjinfic #btssmut #bts fanfic #bts

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willykappymarnsmatts · 3 years

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Angels Like You (Can't Fly Down Here With Me)(A. Matthews/M. Marner)(Chapter 2)

As soon as Mitch closes and locks the door to his apartment, he slumps against it, dropping his bag to the floor in the process. His cheeks are scratchy and dry from the tears that had been falling for like half an hour, but at least he’s finally stopped crying. He pulls his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and glances at the notifications. There’s only a snapchat from Dylan Strome and an Instagram message from Kasperi, probably from before his practice started. Nothing from Monica, which hurts more than he thought it would. He clicks his phone off, and puts it on the tile floor next to him. He leans his head back but misjudges how far he’s sitting from the door and ends up banging the back of his head against it. “Fuck,” he mutters, shutting his eyes closed. He isn’t about to start crying again, and definitely not about bumping his goddamn head.

His stomach rumbles, but he doesn’t want to get up from the cool tile floor. His entire body aches like somebody just cross-checked him onto his face. Not even Zeus, his dog, is there to cheer him up, since he’s visiting with Mitch’s brother for the week. Usually Mitch would call Monica after practice, but after her surprise showing up in the locker room, he doubts that will ever happen again. Maybe he could call Auston, but after the whole teary-hug-thing, he doesn’t know if that’s the best idea ever. Auston would just not stop asking if he’s okay, rather than pretending like nothing happened, which is honestly all that Mitch needs right now. It hurts too much to even think about it.

He has to go get wasted.

Even though it's not even six p.m.

So he scrolls through his phone to find Willy’s number and sends a quick text.

Drinks?

The ‘typing’ dots show up almost right away, and a second later a message pops up.

Mitch it’s 4:30

And?

Yeah ur right

I’ll be at ur place in 15

Mitch nods at his phone and slowly gets up from the floor. He thinks about texting Fred and Mo and maybe Zach, but he’s not really in the mood for a big party thing. He just wants to get drunk with one of his best friends.

So he goes into his room and pulls off his shirt to change into something a bit nicer when his phone dings with another text from Will.

Auston coming?

No and don’t ask him

I just wanna hang u and me

He does feel kind of bad about not asking him, because when do they ever go out without each other, but Mitch knows Auston well enough to know that he won’t let Mitch breathe if he were to come. Instead of overthinking it, Mitch grabs his keys and goes to wait outside his apartment building for Will’s car.

He’s outside for a couple of minutes before Will gets there, and when he pulls up Mitch jumps up and runs the couple of meters to his black car. “William,” Mitch states when he opens the passenger-side door.

“Mitchell. Where are we heading?” He taps the steering wheel lightly and runs his hand through his blonde hair. He is really pretty, Mitch has to admit but he’s definitely not his type, the whole ‘I’m beautiful and I know it’ thing a bit too obvious.

If he were gay, that is. He’s not. Definitely not.

“The usual place.” Mitch replies, and Will nods and puts the car in gear. It’s silent for the first few minutes, Will focusing on getting through the Toronto traffic, Mitch staring blankly at his phone. He opens Instagram, but the first picture on his feed is from Monica’s account, so he quickly unfollows her and shuts off his phone, dropping it onto his lap when he’s done.

“So,” Will starts, unsure of how Mitch will take the question he’s about to ask.

“If you’re going to start with ‘how are you doing with the breakup, Mitch?’ don’t even bother. I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” Mitch puts on a deep voice and waves his hands in the air in an attempt to mock Will, and it’s obvious he’s only half-joking. Will doesnt take it personally, though, telling himself that his friend is going through a lot.

“Um, first of all, that is not how I sound, and second of all, I was going to ask what’s going on with you and Auston? Usually the three of us go out, and after this afternoon…” he trails off.

“Nothings going on with me and Auston,” Mitch says slowly, unsure of what exactly Will is getting at. “What are you even talking about? I didn’t ask him to come because I knew he’d be weird about it and not let me live.” Will just nods, looking straight ahead. He turns his blinker on and Mitch starts again. “What are you talking about?” “Nothing. I just assumed something might have happened, that’s all.” Mitch gives him a look and Will lets out a breathy laugh. “Seriously! That’s all.” Mitch nods at him cautiously and the conversation kind of trails off. They talk hockey for a couple minutes, but it’s painfully obvious that the two are waiting to get at least one drink down to talk about their relationship, or, in Mitch’s case, ex-relationship, problems.

Will makes another turn into the parking lot of a small bar you wouldn't notice if you didn’t know exactly where it was. The two walk into the bar and realize it’s busier than they would have thought it would be at 5 in the afternoon, but what difference does it make at this point. They’re already there, so Mitch finds a booth while Will goes to the bar to order them beers. Mitch pulls out his phone and sees a text from Auston that reads it was sent five minutes ago.

how r u mitch? everything ok? :(

Mitch has a weird sinking feeling in his stomach when he reads the text, but he tells himself he shouldn’t feel guilty. It’s not like he did anything wrong. He ignores the text and forces a smile he knows looks fake when Will comes back to the table, a beer in each hand. He sets one down in front of Mitch and the two sit in silence for a second. “Spill. Everything.”

“I don’t even know what the fuck happened, Willy. I knew something was coming, because she always gets kind of distant and stops responding to my texts and calls before she pulls some drastic bullshit like this, but I didn’t think she’d make me choose between my two favourite people on the planet.” He looks up suddenly, as if the words are falling out of his mouth faster than he can process them. “No offence, you’re obviously also my favorite person, it’s just...” Will just shakes his head, smiles a bit and waves him off, taking a sip of his drink. Mitch does the same, and Will takes it as a chance for him to talk.

“Did you ever actually love her, Mitch? Like, I know you always said she’s so great and makes you so happy, but when you really think about it, was there ever even one full day where you were completely and utterly happy with her?”

He pauses and racks his brain for something, anything, literally one fucking memory of the two of them together when Mitch wasn’t berated for something he did wrong, or when she wasn’t on her phone the entire time they were together, or that time she ditched him for her friends on their six month anniversary where Mitch had planned a dinner at a fancy restaurant and they would walk through downtown Toronto in the evening and watch the sunrise on the beach. He was devastated that day, and suddenly the sadness he was feeling turns to anger and guilt. Anger at her, for everything she put him through while somehow convincing him it was love, and guilt, for all the times he ignored his friends while they told him how bad she was for her. He feels like he’s about to start crying again, and he knows he will if he looks up at his friend, so staring at the table, he says, “I can’t.”

Will nods, cocking his head to the side. “It’s okay, Marns. And it’s okay that you’re still hurting over her, because trust me, even though now you realize it was never real, it’s gonna hurt like hell. You have to let it, otherwise it’ll never get better.” “I’ve been through a breakup before, William,” Mitch snaps, but he’s smiling.

“I know, I just want you to know that I’m here for you. And so is Auston.” He doesn’t realize what he’s implying until it’s out of his mouth, but he’s almost 100% sure Mitch missed it too. Just to be safe, he adds, “And the rest of the team, too, obviously.”

Mitch nods and downs half his beer, then looks at Will. “Honestly it doesn’t even hurt now that I realize that. I’m just really fucking angry.”

“So you know what you should do?”

“Hm?” Mitch tips the glass of beer back to finish it off and sets it back on the table, never breaking eye-contact with Willy.

“When you get home, you pack a box of her shit together and fucking set fire to it. Burn everything. Pictures, souvenirs, ticket stubs, everything. It’s what I did when I broke up with my high school girlfriend, and it’s honestly really freeing.”

Mitch nods, kind of unsure about the idea of setting their relationship up in flames. Will reads him easily though, so he laughs and continues. “Or, you could put her shit in a box and tell her to come pick it up, otherwise it's going in the trash.” The two of them smile and Mitch nods.

“That sounds like a much better option. And still freeing.” There’s a lull in conversation, and honestly Mitch doesn’t have much more to say about his predicament other than long, angry rants, so he decides to prompt Willy. “So, you and Kas…”

“Oh my God my turn! Okay so he called me last night, right,” he leans forward and props his elbows up on the table, and Mitch smiles and leans his head in his hands.

The two of them spend the next few hours in their booth, Mitch downing beer after beer, Will stopping after one because he’s going to be the one to have to drive them both home. Close to eight pm, Will realizes how long the two of them have been sitting there, as well as just how drunk Mitch is. He’s slurring his words and isn’t really focusing on Will, looking around the room unfocused while he attempts to keep up with the conversation. He smiles to himself and tells Mitch it’s time to get home.

“No,” he states like a five year old. “I don’t wanna go home.”

“Yes, you do, bud. We have a game tomorrow night, and you don’t wanna be too tired and hungover to play, do you?”

Mitch shakes his head while Will stands, stuffs his phone into his pocket, and pulls out his keys. He waits for Mitch to stand, then wraps his arm around his waist to help him to the door. He could probably walk on his own, but he doesn’t want to take that chance in a crowded bar with a guy who is heavier as dead weight than he looks like he’d be.

The drive home is silent until Mitch picks up his phone and quickly realizes he can’t read what’s on the screen. “I’m drunk,” he announces, and Will laughs. “Can you read it?” he attempts to hand his phone to Will, then realizes shit, he’s driving, and pulls it back to himself.

“After, Mitch,” and he nods exaggeratedly in response. They pull up to Mitch’s apartment, and getting him up to his floor is slightly easier than Will imagined it would be. He does have to help him into bed, though, and doesn’t bother undressing him. He pulls the covers back for Mitch and sits him down on the mattress. He takes the phone from him while he lies down and glances at the screen. There's five text messages from Auston, all spaced out over the three hours they’d been out.

if u need to talk, u know im here

mitch?

ur probably busy or smtg… text when u get a chance

did i make things weird tdy? im sry if i did

call me mitch plz

“Jesus,” Will mutters under his breath and unlocks Mitch’s phone to respond. Mitch gave him his passcode a long time ago, so he knows he won’t care.

Hey its Will

Everything is fine, Mitch is super drunk, that's all

Dw about him

u guys went out?

Will knows how bad it looks that the two of them went without Auston, but he should be able to understand.

He needed some one-on-one w someone not as close to him I think

It def wasn't a party, we drowned in our emotions, man

alright i get it

shit, can u plz delete the messages from before?

including these actually

Ofc np

“Night, Mitch,” Will whispers, although he already realizes Mitch is passed out. He sets his phone on the night table next to him and makes sure to lock the apartment door behind him. Mitch honestly cannot be more blind about his literal soulmate being madly in love with him, but he thinks he has a plan to help him figure it out now.

U should pick him up tmrw for the game. He's gonna be hungover af and moody

ofc, was planning on it anyways :)

#auston matthews #mitch marner #william nylander #kasperi kapanen fics #dylan strome #auston matthews/mitch marner #auston matthews x mitch marner #mitch marner x auston matthews #mitch marner/auston matthews #unrequited love #toronto maple leafs #nhl #nhl hockey #boys are dumb and i love them #willykappymarnsmatts

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youngerdrgrey · 3 years

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what happens on spring break... // a KaneMoore flashback

summary: It's spring break of their sophomore year at Point Rock. Kate, Sophie, and some other cadets go on vacation. Sophie stays back at the Kane summer home for a swim, and Kate loops back to join her. (Pre-relationship, pre-canon obvs) + read on ao3

context: I imagine that Kate and Sophie spent the majority of their sophomore year building up their romantic/sexual tension. Sophie does her best to ignore it. Kate arranges this whole vacation with their friends to try and get Sophie to finally relax. (She also definitely told the Moores about it before telling Sophie, so Sophie's parents would insist that Sophie actually go have fun with her friends.) So here we are!

🦇

Sophie is in the pool when Kate gets back. She’s swimming laps, which is not the relaxing time that Kate wanted for for their spring break. Her bathing suit’s regulation — a one piece that Kate would mock her relentlessly for, if the other girls were around. It’s a suit built on practicality rather than looks. Not that Sophie doesn’t look amazing. She always looks amazing. The moonlight and pool lights cast a glittering glow around her, and her bare arms rip through the water in a way that makes Kate’s throat dry in an instant. No one in a swim cap should be able to look this hot.

Kate pauses long enough to pull her shirt over her head and unbutton her pants. Sophie glances up as Kate's stripping.

“Kate, what are you—“

Kate runs over and jumps in, splashing Sophie and effectively cutting off the question. Sophie sputters to get the water out of her mouth and swipes her hands down her face. Kate paddles over to her.

“See, this is what you’re supposed to do.” She splashes Sophie directly. Sophie splashes her back.

“You didn't even change,” Sophie points out.

“Who cares? It’s just us. Can’t handle seeing me in my underwear?”

It’s meant to be a joke, but the way Sophie’s eyes flicker down before steadfastly locking onto Kate’s? Gay as shit. That’s the thing about Sophie. For all her intensity and rule following, she’s not the tight-lipped, perfect, straight girl that she wants everyone to believe she is. If Kate were a betting person — and she is — she’d bet that Sophie’s playing for her team and hasn’t put the pieces together yet. She’ll get there one day. Hopefully before she’s driving her kids to ROTC while her lieutenant husband commands people around on the army base.

Sophie’s rasp is in full effect as she says, “I can handle anything. I’m on vacation.”

Kate quirks up a brow. “Anything? Is that a dare?”

Sophie swims an inch closer. “It could be.” Her voice drops. “You wanted to have fun, right?”

Kate nods, because yes, fun, and yes to this lower register that sends sparks through her entire body. “Don’t say race—“

“Let’s race.” Sophie immediately paddles to the end of the pool. “You can pick the length—“

“Not the first time somebody’s said that to me.”

Sophie rolls her eyes and keeps going. “Number of laps then, and winner—“

“Gives the loser a dare.” Kate swims over to the end beside Sophie. Their eyes lock again, and Kate can literally watch Sophie’s eyes darken before Sophie turns to face the other end.

“Copy that. Rules set.”

“Three laps,” Kate decides.

Sophie teases, “Aww, are you tired, Kate?”

Kate shakes her head. “Conserving energy. Ready…” She shifts to put her feet against the pool’s wall. Sophie does the same. “Set…” A big deep breath to steady herself. “Go!”

They shoot off. The race is a blur of paddling and focusing and trying not to get distracted at how fucking fast Sophie is. She's built for this. A flawless, fucking mermaid who finishes her third lap before Kate even finishes her second.

Sophie nearly launches herself out of the pool in her excitement. She bounces in the water, cheering and dancing, and Kate smiles back just as wide as Sophie does.

“Alright, alright, you won.” Kate opens her arms wide in surrender. “Dare me.”

Sophie swims straight into Kate’s arms. Her face doesn’t quite come up to Kate’s, but their legs knock in the water below them. The water swirls between their chests. Sophie licks her lips. Kate holds her breath.

“Soph?”

Sophie nods, and even that brings their faces closer. “I dare you….” Please say kiss me. Please say kiss me. “…to take your top off. Since you’re so adventurous.”

Kate’s breath hitches. She absolutely cannot take her top off in this pool with Sophie. She can probably blame a lot on the pool, but if Sophie keeps looking at her like this and so much as grazes Kate’s bare chest, then Kate cannot be held responsible for what she might have to go do.

Sophie’s eyes narrow into this teasing smolder that absolutely does not help the whole 'don’t be naked and show her hardened nipples to Sophie' agenda.

Sophie reaches a hand out to pluck at Kate’s bra strap. Her finger slips underneath, and Kate’s never been this easy in her life. Never needed to screw her eyes shut at something that could’ve been innocent.

“Can you do it, or do you need some help?”

Kate deadpans, “Definitely the second one.” But Sophie doesn’t take the joke. She slides her hand down from the strap to the band, then ghosts her fingers along to Kate’s back. Kate has to squeeze her eyes shut. It’s probably for the best. Sophie’s breath is hot against the exposed skin of Kate’s neck. She must’ve gotten closer for a better reach. Kate’s going to die here. She’s going to spontaneously combust.

Sophie’s other arm comes up the other side to help her unclasp Kate’s bra. The hooks give way immediately. Sophie’s fingers find the bare skin at the center of Kate’s back. She runs one from the center up to Kate’s neck, and Kate should say something. Ask what Sophie’s doing. Take her bra off, or put it back on, or go inside. Anything but softly sigh into Sophie’s exploration of her skin. But if Kate speaks, then this is over. Whatever bit of bravado took hold of Sophie will go away again. Whatever this is will be a weird moment in a growing number of moments between them.

The fingers at Kate’s neck goes up to her jaw, then down to her chin, then her lips. Kate lets her lips fall open, just enough to taste the chlorine and remind Sophie that she’s here. For anything.

Kate finally opens her eyes again. Sophie’s searching gaze latches onto hers. There’s a tsunami of emotion in her brown eyes. The joy, the relief, the curiosity, the hunger, but still, right with it, there’s the fear. Sophie’s gotten them this far, but she’s shaking with something other than lust.

Kate whispers, “Sophie, please. It's okay. You're okay.”

Sophie finally brings her lips to Kate’s. Softly at first. Barely brushing, barely there, and Kate presses forward to show Sophie just how much she needs this. Every pent up second of their lives at Point Rock bursts through. Sophie gasps into the kiss. Kate takes the opportunity to deepen it. To take Sophie’s bottom lip in hers. Sophie hesitates, but only for a second. Then she’s right there, taking command and dropping her hands to Kate’s hips, just to pull their bodies flush together.

They get lost in each other. In their lips, in their touch. Kate doesn't remember moving, but her back bumps into the side of the pool. The rough edge scrapes at her shoulder blades, and she winces. She reaches behind her to adjust where her bra hooks dig into her skin. If she'd been in a sports bra, this wouldn't have happened. Then again, if she'd been in a sports bra, it'd actually be off. She could feel Sophie's hands on her. Sophie's lips.

A little hum slips from Sophie's throat. She breaks their make out session to tease Kate. "Finishing your dare?"

Kate chuckles. "Wishing I'd worn something else." She moves the hooks to lie flat and settles her hands back on Sophie's hips. Her covered hips. Kate shakes her head. "You need a bikini."

Sophie's fingers ghost underneath Kate's bra. “Or underwear.”

“Or nothing,” Kate suggests. Sophie rolls her eyes, and Kate kisses her again. "Next vacation maybe?"

🦇

#batwoman fic #kanemoore #batmoore #kate x sophie #batwoman #mine #kate kane #sophie moore

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fishyfishxd · 3 years

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Suggested by: @i-cant-decide-blog

Wolfstar: ‘Oh, please! They were all over you!’

Link to prompt list is here.

Remus and Sirius’ relationship was a secret. The only people that knew about them were James Potter and Peter Pettigrew, because they’d caught Sirius sneaking back into his bed after being in Remus’.

There were good things about it, the sneaking around, the subtle looks in classes that no one else knew about, the secret notes.

However, there were also bad things about it. The constant hiding and worrying about being found out, the not being able to hold hands or kiss in public, and the constant flirting.

This was a big one for Remus, as Sirius always gained female attention. There was always a new girl flirting with him, trying to get with him.

But, at the end of the day, Sirius was gay, and we was dating Remus. Except, no one knew that, and there might be that one girl he paid attention to for the popularity.

It started at breakfast. It was a Gryffindor girl from the year below. It was also the day before the full moon, so Remus was in his usual pre-moon grumpy faze.

They were discussing a prank on the Slytherins when she decided to walk over to them, and sat down next to Sirius.

All of the marauders were confused, as none of them knew who this girl was, and immediately stopped talking.

Remus was the only one that twigged straight away why she was there, so he decided to just keep his head down and not say anything. He was used to it by now.

Remus was trying to focus on something else, what homework he had to do that night, when he felt James kick him gently. He looked up, and James and Peter were both looking at him sympathetically.

“You good?” James asked him, under his breath.

“I’m fine.” Remus responded. He then stood up, and walked out of the hall, not looking back at them.

Sirius, assuming that it was something to do with the full moon, as he was rarely interested in the girls around him, didn’t bother to chase after him, even though he was still concerned.

Next, at lunchtime. Remus wasn’t too bothered about her, Cynthia, he’d learned her name was, coming back to bother him again, as usually it was a different girl each meal.

However, she returned. Remus had caught sight of her walking into the Great Hall with her Ravenclaw friend. She muttered a few words to her, before making a beeline for the empty seat next to Sirius.

“Oh shit, not again.” Remus muttered to himself, looking away from the girl.

“What?” James asked him, as he’d heard what he had just said under his breath. Remus just simply gestured over to Cynthia, who was walking over to them.

Sirius looked slightly uncomfortable as the girl sat down next to him. She smiled at him, and went back to flirting with him.

To keep up his front, Sirius pretended to enjoy it, and flirted back with her.

Remus tried to block it out, but he couldn’t, and ended up walking out of the Great Hall again, not finishing his dinner.

Sirius went after him this time, it was unusual for him to act out twice in one day.

Remus managed to get halfway to the library, before Sirius cornered him.

“What’s up with you?” Sirius asked him. Remus rolled his eyes at him.

“What’s up with me?! What’s up with me is that you don’t seem to care.” Remus stated, and began to walk away from him, but Sirius was too fast to get away from.

“C’mon Moony, of course I care.” Sirius responded confused.

“You seem to care more about her today.” Remus muttered, but Sirius caught it.

“So that’s what this is about?” Sirius realised. He sighed and looked at his boyfriend. “You should just ignore her, she’s not doing anything.”

“Oh, please! She was all over you!” Remus exclaimed, shoving Sirius away, annoyed. “So, it’s her today, and another tomorrow. What about me?”

“What about you?!” Sirius snapped, annoyed at his reaction now.

“I’m your boyfriend! And you seem to pay more attention to them then you do me.” Remus responded. “It’s them, or me. If you wanna keep up your image, then do. I don’t care.”

He did care. He cared so much. He loved him, and we scared to tell him that.

Sirius hesitated, and that’s all Remus needed.

“Don’t talk to me. And don’t bother coming to the Shack tomorrow night, I don’t want you there.” Remus told him, before he noticed James and Peter walking towards them, a small group of First Years behind them who were getting to their lessons early.

“Oh, look, people. I should leave, God forbid they see me anywhere near you.” Remus snapped at his boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend now. He shoved him backwards, before he walked back to the dorm.

Remus sat away from the group at Dinner, sitting with Lily, Marlene and Mary instead.

Cynthia was back at it again. And Remus couldn’t care less this time.

“What’s up with that girl?” Mary spoke up, looking over at the other three marauders down the table. “She’s just edging her way into his life. Like he’d like a girl like her.”

Like he’d like a girl. Remus thought to himself, as his picked at his food.

“Remus, are you okay?” Lily asked him, noticing how had a slightly sad look on his face.

“I’m fine.” Remus muttered, swirling his food around his plate, not eating any of it. He’d actually barely touched it.

“You’re not.” Lily corrected. “You’re not eating, or sitting with your friends, and I saw you walk out of Breakfast and Lunch earlier.”

Remus shrugged, and took a sip of his water. In reality, he felt like breaking down. Crying in Lily’s arms, telling her how much he loved him, and that he didn’t love him back. How they’d shared all those moments, and now it was over, just because of this one girl.

“You’ve fallen out with one of them, haven’t you?” Lily guessed, and Remus nodded. Lily gave him a sympathetic look. “Well, you do know that you’re going to have to sleep in the same room as him, so you’re going to have to make up.”

“Then I guess I’m sleeping in the common room.” Remus responded. Lily sighed.

“We can help you make up with him, if you want?” Marlene suggested. “You’ve got to tell you why it happened first.”

Remus didn’t respond, just looked up and glared at the girl sitting next to the boy he loved. Sirius had her arm around her, obviously flirting. It wouldn’t last long, Remus knew that, but it still bothered him.

“It’s the girl isn’t it, you...” Marlene began, but was cut off by Lily.

“Oh, my God!” Lily exclaimed, but quietly. “Muffilato.”

No one would be able to hear the four now as they talked, for a few minutes.

“You like her!” Mary exclaimed, realising what she thought it was. Remus shook his head.

“You like him.” Lily corrected her friend, making Marlene and Mary both stare at Remus for a response. Remus shook his head again.

“I love him.” Remus replied, and Lily smiled widely at him.

“Well, in that case, we need to set you guys up!” Marlene insisted.

“We dated, since the beginning of this year.” Remus told them, and the girls’ eyes all widened. “Broke up during lunch.”

“What? Why?” Lily asked.

“Cares more about his reputation than me.” Remus announced, rather sadly.

“Did he dump you for her?” Mary asked him.

“Mary!” Lily warned the girl.

“Sorry, Remus.” Mary apologised.

“It doesn’t matter. He might as well have.” Remus told the three. He glanced over at the remaining marauders and the girl. James and Peter both looked extremely uncomfortable, and Sirius seemed to be really into the girl. “He doesn’t even like girls.”

“He’s gay?” Marlene questioned. “Even though it’s none of my business, are you?”

Remus shook his head.

“I guess that means I still have a chance.” Mary winked at him, tossing her Afro-style hair over her shoulder. This earned a laugh from the group.

Later that night, Remus sat in the common room, his Transfiguration book on his lap.

He could see Sirius sitting in the opposite corner of the room. He should be doing his homework too, but he was preoccupied with the girl sitting on his lap.

Remus tried to ignore them, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He looked down and got through one sentence before he looked up again.

He wished he hadn’t looked up again.

Cynthia, the girl on Sirius’ lap, kissed him. Remus couldn’t bare to watch. He stood up and walked briskly out of the common room and towards the dorms.

Sirius shoved the girl off of him. All he could think about was Remus. His Moony. And why he had done what he did. Then he decided, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the strange looks in the hallway for dating a dude. He didn’t care about his reputation anymore. All he cared about, was Remus.

“What the hell?” The girl asked him.

“I can’t do this.” Sirius stated, and lifted the girl off of his lap and stood. He looked to the chair where Remus usually sat, and saw that he wasn’t there.

There was a noise. The sound of Remus dropping his Transfiguration book on the floor, and him cursing in response.

Sirius’ head turned in that direction, and saw him by the stairs to the boys dorms.

Sirius walked fast, almost ran to him. And when Remus looked up, he was faced with Sirius looking down on him.

Remus sighed, and stood to his usual height, which was well above Sirius.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Remus told him.

“Good, because I don’t want to talk.” Sirius responded. And then he kissed him. Full on the mouth as everyone watched.

When they, eventually, pulled apart, Sirius muttered three simple words.

“I love you.” Remus stood, taken aback by his, now boyfriend’s, words.

“I love you too.” Remus smiled, and kissed him again.

#harry potter #young marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #marauders era #moony x padfoot #padfoot x moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius x lupin #remus lupin #james & peter & remus & sirius #writing prompt #marauders one shot

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mea-laetitia · 4 years

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Hii can I request Harry getting dating advice from James and Lily or/and Remus and Sirius? For dating Draco. Only if you like the prompt of course♥️ No pressure at all!

sorry this took some time to get out, but I hope you like it!

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pairing: wolfstar, drarry, and jily

CW: mild language + the teensiest bit of suggestiveness.

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the giving of “advice”

Harry stood behind the door and listened to his family’s conversation, waiting for the perfect opportunity to enter the room. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to talk to them, after all he had already come out to them, there wasn’t really much else to hide from them. Other than his whopping feelings for someone his family only know as Harry’s ex enemy, Draco Malfoy.

That was the thing. Harry wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to talk about blokes now just because they knew he liked them. Was it taboo to ask for advice about boys? Surely not, since he knows for a fact that all his other friends go to their parents for advice about girls.

He was thankful for once that Remus wasn’t in there with him. Harry knew if he was there he would be able to sniff out almost instantly what his problem was. The man had always been great at reading between the lines, but for once Harry didn’t want him to say it for him. That was all well and good when it came to several other uncomfortable conversations he had had in the past, but this was different.

So before he could chicken out he pushed open the doors with a flourish, and stepped into the cosy living room. Three heads turned to him at once, and three smiles instantly bloomed on their faces. His mum and dad sat together, holding hands in an embarrassing display of affection, and across from them on the armchair sat his godfather Sirius.

“Harry m’boy!” James said warmly, shuffling over on the couch to make room for him.

“Hi.” Harry replied, his nerves making his voice shake slightly.

Well, now that he was here there was no point stewing in his nerves. He might as well just get straight to it.

He cleared his throat and crossed his legs, fiddling with a loose thread on the cushions. “Listen there’s something I wanted to talk to you guys about, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course we don’t.” His mother smiled reassuringly, and he felt slightly better.

He nodded, more to himself really, staring at his lap. “I need some advice.”

And before he could even begin to muster the courage to start his spiel Sirius was beaming like a mad-man and shouting something about how it was ‘finally happening’ and turning to Harry with somehow the most serious and yet relaxed expression and asking if he could get Remus because he was ‘oh so good at giving advice’ and Harry was nodding, bewildered, and they were all ignoring mutterings from James about ‘hijacking my son’s moment’ and then a confused looking Remus was summoned and sat down on the leg of Sirius’ armchair and it took a total of three minutes to get Sirius to calm down from excitement and finally the room went quiet again and the adults stared at Harry expectantly.

Harry let out an anxious breath.

“Well, as you all know I’m bi.” He started shakily, and Sirius opened his mouth to interject, no doubt excitedly, again, but Remus shook his head and he was silenced. “And well… you see the thing is…I…”

Oh Merlin he couldn’t even get it out. He was floundering big time and if he didn’t get it out soon it would be even more awkward.

But then his mother interjected, leaning forward to pat his leg. “You like someone don’t you?”

Harry flushed pink but nodded.

“Is it anyone we know?” James asked, and Harry nodded, feeling his nerves slowly dissipate.

They were staring at him expectantly still. At this point it was only him who could say; there was no way they would guess it, even Remus would struggle.

“Before I tell you though you have to promise not to laugh, or say anything mean about him.”

They all nodded, though Remus was squinting at him suspiciously.

Perhaps Harry had underestimated his ability to pick up unspoken words. But it didn’t matter, because it was to be out in seconds anyway.

“It’s Draco.” He finally admitted, and felt the weight of this confession drop off his shoulders almost immediately.

“Malfoy.” He added last minute, in case they forgot the last name of his former enemy and now it seemed, crush. “I hope that’s okay.”

Remus was nodding like he expected it. “That makes sense, enemies to lovers and all.”

Sirius hit him lightly, but he was smiling like there was a shared joke between them. “Not everything’s a fucking romance novel Moony.”

“Language!” Lily scolded, though she didn’t seem to care. She turned to Harry. “And of course we don’t mind Harry, as long as you’re happy.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief, but his father still hadn’t said anything. He was staring into the fire thoughtfully.

Then he finally spoke. “I’m assuming the rivalry is completely over now then? Neither of you are bullying each other no more?”

Harry scoffed lightly. “We didn’t bully each other we were enemies, there’s a difference.”

But a knowing glance from his father said he knew otherwise. “You were certainly very cruel to one another, and just because you like the boy romantically now doesn’t change the past. I want to know that he’s definitely got the memo you aren’t rivals.”

At this Harry nodded eagerly. “Oh definitely, we haven’t argued in months. In fact, I might go as far as to say we’re sort of friends. Well…actually that’s what I wanted some advice about.”

“Fire away.” His father said, seemingly comfortable with his son’s word.

Harry nibbled his lip slightly. Now that the hard bit was out of the way he was able to focus on the actual matter at hand; why Draco had been acting so damn strange lately.

“Well the thing is…we’re kind of friends right now. But ever since I realized that I like him, er, like that, he’s kind of been jumpy around me, like he can’t meet my gaze anymore. I don’t know if maybe he knows I like him for some reason, or if he found out I like blokes and he hates me now. What if he likes blokes himself and he’s uncomfortable being around another bloke who does because he thinks I’ll try to...I don’t know, kiss him or something?”

At the end of this confession Harry was out of breath and both Remus and Sirius were laughing lightly, shooting each other yet another knowing glance, like they had another inside joke. But Harry didn’t see how that could be possible when they were only just learning about all this.

“What is it?” He asked accusingly, feeling his cheeks flush again.

Sirius stopped laughing and whacked Remus’ thigh again to get him to stop too. He grinned at Harry and leant back in his chair in utter nonchalance. “Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry my sweet sweet godchild. You are a fool, boy.”

Harry gaped indignantly. “What? No I’m not!”

Remus reached forward to ruffle his already unruly hair, laughing again. “Yes you are.”

“Listen Harry I know repressed gay when I see it.” Sirius said. “And Draco Malfoy positively REEKS of it.”

“It’s true.” Remus nodded solemnly. “Sirius here didn’t spend years pining over me to ignore the signs. Ow!”

Sirius whacked him again but to Harry’s surprise his face grew slightly red as well. “What can I say, I’m an expert.”

“So…you think Draco’s gay too?” Harry gulped nervously, as if their answer would be the ultimate confirmation.

Remus shook his head. “Not only is he into boys Harry, but he’s very clearly into you.”

And Harry didn’t know what to say to this. He stared around the room at the adults who all seemed to agree with Remus. They were amused, though not taunting him. His mother smiled at him softly. “Harry it seems you’re almost as oblivious as your father was.”

“Excuse me?” James intervened, looking down at his wife with a feigned expression of indignance.

Lily rolled her eyes. “For so many years absolutely positive I would agree to go out with you you were a little too blind to my advances when I finally started tolerating you.”

“Only because I was shocked a woman of your caliber could actually like me.”

“ANYWAY can we please get back to my own love life please.” Harry grimaced as his parents shared a kiss.

“God, yes please.” Sirius faked a gag, and dodged a pillow thrown at him by James.

“Yes, it’s a little to heterosexual in here for my liking.” Remus commented, and then proceeded to snog the living shit out of Sirius, falling off the arm of the chair and into his husband’s lap.

Harry groaned and shoved his face into the couch, blocking out the blatant PDA that surrounded him. “STOP IT OH MY GOD!”

The couples begrudgingly detached themselves, chuckling lightly and Harry felt James pat his back. “‘Safe to come out now son.”

Harry groaned at the inadvertent gay joke and turned back around, grimacing at their amused gazes. “Starting to wish I never asked for advice in the first place.” He grumbled.

“Don’t be silly Harry, we’re only teasing.” Remus smiled.

“Alright you want advice? Here you go:” Sirius leaned forward, capturing his godson’s attention. “When you’re back from Christmas break, go up to Draco…and then fuc-“

“NO!” Remus and Lily shouted, and Lily shot a dark glare at Sirius.

“Here’s some real advice.” James started. “Just approach him when you go back, and tell him how you feel. Seriously. It’s not as daunting as it seems. I only told you mother I was in love with her about ten times week. And worst case scenario he doesn’t like you…if you persist he surely will soon.”

“He speaks from experience.” Lily said fondly.

“And if that doesn’t work my plan works too.” Sirius added.

“Worked on me.” Remus muttered and Sirius whacked him for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

#wolfstar #jily #drarry #marauders #jily advice giving #marauders fic #wolfstar fic #jily fic #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #lily evans #draco malfoy #james potter

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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So, this began several months ago like this and because I cope by putting my sweet bby through the ringer, it has risen.

Some of that sweet sweet Steve angst. This takes place post-season 3 but they burned the Mind Flayer outta Billy, established relationship.

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It was Will Byers that found him.

Steve had begun hosting DnD night after the second run-in with the Upside Down. He said it was to keep the kids out of the hair of the rest of the Party Moms, but Billy knew it was to keep the house filled with noise, light, life.

He knew Steve had been hanging on by the slimmest, teeniest little thread after this summer, so the kids were over more often than not. They would play for a few hours, watch a movie (deciding which movie usually took at least an hour in and of itself) and all the kids would pass out in the sitting room. Billy and Steve would take that opportunity to sneak up to Steve’s room for the night.

It was a typical game night when Will was startled awake. Almost a year later, he was still getting nightmares of his possession, of the Mind Flayer using him to hurt others, lure people to their deaths. He needed a minute to gather himself, so he went to the bathroom to the left of the upstairs landing, the bathroom almost nobody uses.

When he opens the door, the first thing he notices is the clumps of dark brown hair littering the counter and sink.

He met Steve’s eyes in the mirror and found them red-rimmed, filled with tears. His hair was a fucking mess. Random chunks had been cut at odd angles. Nothing was the same length and overall his hair was shorter than Will has ever seen.

He didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

He was wearing green shorts Will recognized from the Hawkins High Basketball Team and a ratty old Mötley Crüe shirt Will would have never pictured Steve wearing, let alone owning.

He put the scissors down when he noticed Will behind him and whipped around. His breathing was fast and ragged, he had a white-knuckle grip on the counter behind him.

“Steve?” Will took a step forward as Steve’s knees seemed to buckle. He lowered himself to the ground

“Get Billy. He’s-he’s in my room. Tell him I-” he closed his eyes and took a few shuddering breaths. “Tell him I need him.”

Will booked it the fuck outta the bathroom, opening doors at random as he sped down the hall. He felt like shit leaving Steve alone in the obvious panic he’s in, but if Billy can help, then Will’s helping too.

He knew Steve’s room from the honey smell. Steve had a very particular scent Will recognized immediately, the fresh wheat of a meadow in late summer. The next thing he noticed was the giant lump of very obviously naked Billy draped across the left side of the bed. Will’s mouth was dry as he approached, but this was important. Focus Will, c’mon. He whispered out Billy’s name.

Billy was a light sleeper. He heard the door open and was awake right away. When it wasn’t Steve who was silhouetted against the hall lighting, he knew something was fucking wrong.

The second Will Byers whispered out his name in the darkness, he was up and out of bed, digging through the piles of his and Steve’s clothes strewn about the floor for something, anything, to put on.

“Where is he?”

Will just turned, motioning for Billy to follow him down the hall to the large bathroom just to the left of the landing.

Billy’s heart shattered the second he saw the devastation that was Steve Harrington in a heap on the floor. He approached like he would a scared animal, slowly lowering himself near Steve’s head, carefully keeping his movements slow and deliberate.

“Baby, it’s me. I’m here, I’m right here for you, Honey. I’m not gonna touch you, okay? You come to me when you’re ready just like always. I’m here, Baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

Will’s brain was going a mile a fucking minute. He felt like he was going to throw up. He was too worried about Steve to actually process what Billy was saying, to actually process the fact that Billy and Steve were obviously, together, in a way Will had dreamed of being with another guy. All he could think about were Steve’s uneven breaths and all the fucking hair covering the bathroom.

He began to clean it up, quietly picking up the clumps of dark hair and placing them in the trash he found under the cabinet while Steve slowly came into himself enough to crawl pathetically into Billy’s lap.

“Can you talk to me, Stevie? What’s going on?” Billy was running his fingers up and down Steve’s back, gently making patterns through the shirt Will now figured wass Billy’s.

“I wanted, I wanted it gone,” was Steve’s mumble. Will had abandoned cleaning, dropping himself down the wall adjacent to the one Billy was propped against.

“Okay, okay. Can you tell me why? Take your time, Baby. We’re right here for you.”

“Had another, ‘nother nightmare,” Steve was still taking shaky breathes, spitting out his words on every exhale. “‘Bout the-the Russians.”

“Okay, I know what happened. I understand, Baby. Just focus on your breathing, okay? Try to match mine. We’re not going anywhere.” Billy looked at Will, flashing him a small smile he sheepishly returned. Steve turned his face into Billy’s chest, closing his eyes and checking out, focusing on the steady rise and fall of Billy’s strong chest.

“Is he, is he gonna be okay?” Will was about to have a breakdown of his own. Watching Steve, someone he always saw as strong, the protector, succumb to the same panic and fear Will had felt his whole life. It was jarring.

“Yeah, kid. This happens sometimes. We just gotta give him a little extra love.” He huffed a breath. “Anyone ever fill you in about the Russians?”

“Kind of? Like Dustin told us all about being trapped in that elevator and the underground base while we were getting the Mind Flayer out of you. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Steve say anything about it though.”

“Well, you know how he is. Threw himself of the sword so Dustin and Erica could get outta there. He ended up getting- I mean he and Robin both got, drugged and, and tortured.”

Will felt the tears he’d been holding back this whole time roll down his cheeks.

“I didn’t know that, he-why didn’t he tell us? We can help him. We all l-love him a lot and we’re a family. We’re his family.”

“He knows that. He does, and it means a whole hell of a lot to him, you guys really are his family, but he’s-he’s got it in his head he’s gotta be the strong one. The one to protect all of us, so he pushes his shit down until, well, until this happens. But, kid, you gotta, you gotta promise both of us not to go tellin’ this to the other nerds, okay? You know he would fuckin’ hate it if they all knew about this, and I’m not-I��m not just talking about the attack, I mean, you know, me and him.”

“I promise! I really promise, I know what it’s like, the-the panic and, you know, the, well the other thing.” Billy’s eyes brightened.

“Yeah? You a social deviant too, Baby Byers?”

“I, well, I think so.”

“Hey, welcome to the club! Nice to know there're more queers in Hawkins. I need to give this hick town more fuckin’ credit. Good for you, figurin’ that shit out quick. It’ll save you a lotta confusion. ‘Lotta heartbreak too.”

“I think I’ve always known. Never thought about girls, not when, not when-well. I always knew.”

“Who was your first crush? That guy that just made you go ‘hot damn’?” Billy was grinning at Will. “Mine was Jim Morrison. Saw a poster of him at a record store once, and just, you know. Knew it.”

Will didn’t really know what to say. He knew exactly who it was that awoke the gay beast inside him, but he didn’t really know how to tell Billy.

“This is kind of, well it’s kind of embarrassing,” That only made Billy’s smile grow.

“You need to tell me right the fuck now, kid. C’mon, I can tell you Steve’s too!”

Will flushed. So he was doing this.

“So, he probably told you this, but um, Steve used to coach little league. And, he was my coach the summer before sixth grade, and, well...” he trailed off, not making eye contact with Billy until he let out a bark of laughter.

“Are you fucking telling me,” He shifted Steve around on his lap who made a disgruntled noise before settling back into Billy’s chest. He was entirely zoned out, focused on the rhythm of Billy’s breaths and the cadence of his voice, not registering any actual words from the other two.

“Are you fucking telling me, that Steve Harrington, this lump right here, caused your sexual awakening?” Billy was laughing.

“I mean, he was always really nice to us, and like, I hated baseball, but he made it, he made it really fun and he would always be so excited for us when we did well-”

“Plus, he’s hot as fuck.” He cut Will of, shooting him a wink, with his tongue between his teeth. Will went bright fucking red. “I’m just fuckin’ with you kid. I know he’s a sweet one.”

“He made me want to play baseball. I hated baseball. Only did it because my dad made me. He probably thought it would straighten me out.” Billy’s teasing smile dropped from his face.

“Sounds like we had the same kinda dad.” He took a breath, looking down at Steve for a moment. “He ever hit you?”

Will’s blood ran cold.

“No, not me. He used to hit Mom and Jonathan. I think they both thought that if they got hit, at least the rest of us weren’t gettin’ any. She definitely caught him slapping Jonathon around once, though. All his stuff was on the lawn within the hour.”

Billy smiled, but it was kind of, sad. “Your mom is a damn spitfire. I adore that woman.”

“I do too. She’s the best mom in the world.” Will could talk about his mom all day and all fucking night.

Steve was shifting around again, moving between Billy’s legs and sitting up more on his own.

“Hey, Baby. Welcome back to us. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He looked at Will. “I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry you had to see all that.”

“It’s okay. I understand. I get anxiety like that too.” Steve smiled at him blearily before turning to Billy. “Okay, be straight up with me. How bad’s the damage?” He swept his fingers over his hair, wincing when he felt the different lengths and random chunks.

“I’m not gonna lie, it’s not good. But I think Robin could fix it. She seems like the type that can cut hair. It’s gonna have to be short though. Real short.”

Steve whined, pushing his bottom lip out at Billy. “You gonna dump me? I’m not pretty enough for you anymore?”

Will’s heart nearly stopped when Billy leaned in to bite at Steve’s pouty bottom lip. He had never seen moments like this between two men, just sweet moments that showed how much they love each other.

“You’ll always be my Pretty Boy, you fuckin’ know that.” They were smiling at one another so softly. “You know Will and I got some nice bonding time in while you were working on your breathing.” Steve leaned sideways against Billy’s chest, slipping one hand into the big front pocket of his sweatshirt.

“Yeah? What’d you all talk about?”

“Oh, you know. Shitty dads, first crushes, normal stuff.”

“Oooh, I already know yours is Jim Morrison, you’re old news around here, Bill. Care to share, Will the Wise?” No, Steve, he does not care to share.

“Oh, umm it was actually uh,” He reached around for a name, absolutely not ready to admit to Steve his first crush. “Marlon Brando?”

Steve’s tired eyes lit up a little. “Brando? Honestly, he was one a’ mine too. And Harrison Ford. I saw Star Wars four times in theatres. Couldn’t tell you a single plot detail. So you’re playin’ for our team?” Billy rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like fucking jock under his breath. Steve elbowed him.

“Um, yeah. Although, I haven’t really, told anyone, so if you guys could, you know.”

“Oh, yeah, discretion is key.” Steve nodded. “We’re not too bad at keeping secrets, you don’t gotta worry about us.”

“So none of your friends know? That’s rough, Byers. I mean, even here I’ve found a few people I can tell, Steve, obviously. But California, all ‘a my friends knew.”

“Well, I mean, I told Mike. Last year. And he was really cool about it, but then this summer we got into a fight, and he kinda, threw it back in my face.”

Billy and Steve both looked shocked and appalled on Will’s behalf.

“What did the little fucker say? I’ll kick his ass if he called you a fa-”

“No! Nothing like that, it’s cool, Billy. He just, well we got into it about how he and Lucas didn’t really have time to play DnD, or hang out with me in general anymore, and he said ‘it’s not my fault you don’t like girls’. We didn’t really talk about it, I mean, he kinda apologized, but it was right when everything was going down. So, I put it aside.” Steve got his Mom Face on.

“But have you talked about it since everything has blown over? Has he apologized? He shouldn’t have said that. He just wanted to hurt you and that was the one thing that probably came into his head, but that isn’t okay, especially if he was the only one you trusted enough to tell.”

“I know. I keep meaning to talk to him, but we’ve been really good lately and I don’t want to, want to, fuck anything up.”

“All the more reason to do it now. If you two are really tight right now, he’ll probably listen to how shitty he made you feel, and feel really bad about it.” Billy was nodding along to what Steve was saying. “And, you know if you ever need to talk about shit, we’re here for you, and you know, probably understand you more.”

“Or if you just want someone to teach the little poser a lesson-”

“I think I’ll just talk to him, but, uh, thanks?” Billy grinned. Steve leaned back into him, pulling Billy’s left arm around his chest to pull him in more. “Um, Steve, do you think I could-I mean, would it be okay to ask you what, um, all this is.” Steve’s face fell immediately, and he shrank back more into Billy. “You don’t have to! I just, it kinda freaked me out to see you like that. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay. I can’t-I can’t talk about it too much right now, I’m still a little” he looked at Billy “fragile, I guess. But, well. What do you want to know?”

“Nothing you don’t want to talk about, or, or feel okay telling me but, I mean, why go for the hair?”

Steve shifted some more. It looked as though he was trying to disappear into Billy.

“You know about the Russians? The ones under Starcourt?”

“Yeah, Billy filled me in a little. Just generally what, what happened to you.”

Steve sighed.

“Well, for some fuckin’ reason, the general that was, in charge of us, he, uh, he really liked pulling at my hair. He would just grab it and move my head around, or-or use it to hold me steadily while they, um, while they hit me and-when I woke up I couldn’t think. I just, I wanted it gone.”

Billy’s face was white as a sheet. He looked like someone had pulled the entire floor out from under him.

“Steve, why the fuck didn’t you tell me? I thought you-you used to love when I played with your hair. I would’ve stopped.” He looked disgusted with himself at the idea of contributing to Steve’s pain in any way.

“I thought that-I don’t know. Maybe it would go away? That I would like it again?”

Billy looked like he could cry. A level of hurt and remorse and apology Will had never seen him exhibit.

“Jesus, Stevie. You need to tell me when you feel shit like that. You know all of my shit and triggers and whatever.”

“I know,” Steve buried his face back into Billy’s chest, curling his body inwards again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, you know me though. You know I don’t like-”

“Having a weakness?” Billy seemed sardonic. Steve’s head shot up to glare at Billy in the eye.

“That is not what I was going to say and you know it. I was going to say that you know I don’t like being vulnerable and I’m sorry and I’m working on it. But this was, I didn’t even realize what I had done until Will walked in.”

A look of pure horror came over Steve’s face.

“How the fuck am I supposed to hide this from the rest of The Party tomorrow? Dustin is gonna ask so many questions I do not have the answers for.” Billy chuckled lightly, all tension that may have been building between them melting away. They snuggled even closer and Will’s heart turned to a big pile of mush.

“Just stay in bed tomorrow. I’ll tell the nerds you’re sick. Plus, you always ass out for about 18 hours after a panic attack anyway.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Will, do you think you could maybe, not tell anyone about this? I’m gonna have to come up with a cover story and everything.”

“I already promised Billy I wouldn’t. But, you know how you said I could always talk to you two? Well, the same goes for you. We all really love you, Steve. And maybe we don’t understand exactly what you’re going through, we just, we want to be here for you. We are here for you.” Steve’s eyes went even bigger and all watery when Will spoke.

“That, that really means a lot to me. I love you shitbirds. I hope you all know that.”

“We do,” Will said quickly. He doesn’t think he could watch Steve cry anymore tonight. Or maybe ever. “We know that.” Steve gave him a watery smile, looking at Billy’s watch.

“I think it’s time for sleep. I need a soft bed and a big man. Now.” Billy rolled his eyes, but picked Steve up as if he weighed nothing.

“Go to bed, Baby Byers.” He knocked Steve’s foot into Will as he went past.

“Thanks, Will.” Steve’s voice was soft as Billy brought them back into the bedroom.

Will went downstairs as quietly as possible, settling back into his little makeshift bed.

“Hey, you okay?”

And of course it was Mike, whispering to him from his own little spot.

“Yeah. I’m good. Let’s talk in the morning.” And Mike smiled at him, and gave him a little wave, and flopped back onto his pillow.

#ummmm #heres some steve angst bc im on breakdown number 3 #this has been in my wips for months so here it is #im sorry if its all over the place my brain isnt really real today #some original content from em for once in my life :)#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

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Wrong Numbers And Useless Gays Chapter 8

Snake Boi Needs Hugs

This chapter deals with depersonalization, disassociation, self-harm (scratching), past body mutilation, child neglect, etc. If any of these topics have the potential to trigger you, please skip to the bold section at the end of this chapter. There, I have a masterlist/recap of all issues/disorders that the characters have been revealed to have up to this point. I was at a really low point when I wrote this, but it’s still important to the story, and this is the worst that it's gonna get. Please be safe. If you skip down to the masterlist and something in Janus' section triggers you, don’t read this chapter. You can read the rest of this fic with only the masterlist info instead of the actual chapter.

Chapter 7 | Masterlist | Chapter 9

(November 9th)

V- (6:24 PM) Hey guys, I’m gonna be really busy over the next few days. Probably won’t respond to texts. Nothing’s wrong, I just won’t be on my phone.

P- (6:24 PM) Alright Kiddo. Stay safe, and don’t forget to eat!

V- (6:25 PM) I will. I’ll text you guys when it’s over. See you then

Virgil sighed, locking his front door. He began his long walk to Janus’ house. This was one of those few times where he wished that he owned his own car. He sighed, adjusting his backpack. While normally Virgil would ask Janus or Remus to pick him up, Janus’ birthday was in 2 days. That’s why Virgil was making this journey in the first place. Sometimes, Janus spent his birthday like an excited 8-year-old, ordering a 3 tier cake and enough glitter to cover the entire house. Sometimes Janus was clingy: wanting to cuddle on the couch with Remus, watch shitty romcoms and drink enough booze to fill a river. But sometimes…

Virgil shook his head. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be one of those birthdays. He knocked on the door. There was a muffled curse before the door was swung open. Remus stood there, slightly panting. His hair was all over the place, and he was wearing what looked like his pajamas from the day before. Virgil bit down the urge to say “you look like shit.” Instead, he just nodded his head and stepped into the house. He followed Remus into the old study (Janus never came in here any other time of year) and found Janus hunched over his desk, writing something down. But what drew in Virgil’s attention were the wrist-length yellow gloves on his hands. So it’s one of THOSE birthdays.

Virgil's mind flashed to the day he met Janus, the yellow gloves brushing his hair back. Janus had been given those gloves by his father for his 18th birthday. Other than to bathe, Janus never took them off until months after his parents died. It took a lot of time and effort to convince Janus that he didn’t need those gloves, especially since they were the only present that his father had ever given him. After they started performing as The Dark Sides, Janus had bought himself a pair of yellow elbow-length gloves. He only wore the elbow-length gloves when he was Deceit, and he never wore the wrist-length gloves.

Virgil shook his head, stepping further into the room. Janus has yet to look up. Virgil stepped around the desk, knowing that he wouldn’t acknowledge Virgil even if he spoke up. He read the first line, frowning at what he saw.

“Dear Mother and Father,”

Virgil looked up at Remus, giving him a nod. Remus left the room. It would be beneficial for Remus to go, since he knew the house better than Virgil. While Remus went to lock up anything potentially dangerous, Virgil kept an eye on Janus. He took a seat in the armchair in the corner of the study, positioned specifically for Virgil to have a perfect view of both Janus and the door. They sat there for several hours, the sound Janus’ pen the only sound between them. Virgil’s eyes never left Janus, knowing what would happen if he looked away for too long. Janus abruptly stood up, neatly folding up the 20-something pages of letters and throwing them away. Virgil stood up, following Janus into the dining room. He couldn’t see Remus- he was probably sleeping. There was a pile of sandwiches on the table (turkey with tomato and mayonnaise, crustless. Janus’ favorite) along with 2 plastic cups and bottled water. Virgil pulled back a chair, and Janus numbly sat down, posture perfectly straight. Virgil gave Janus a cup of water and half of a sandwich before sitting down. They ate in silence. Two bites into his third sandwich, Janus stood up. Virgil followed. They walked upstairs, Virgil glancing at the clock on the wall. 12:13 AM. Earlier than usual. Virgil followed Janus into the master bedroom, finding Remus passed out on the edge of the bed. He watched as Janus changed into his pajamas, currently having no sense of decency. He kept his gloves on as he lay in bed, facing the ceiling with eyes wide open. Virgil sat on the couch near the bed, his gaze never wavering. They sat there for several more hours, neither moving an inch. When Virgil’s alarm went off (vibrate only, no loud noises) at 4 AM, Virgil got up to wake Remus. They quickly changed positions, with Remus sitting on the couch and Virgil curling up on the bed. He noticed Janus’ eyes fluttering shut and he drifted off soon after.

He woke up to Remus shaking him at 9:30. He silently got up, giving Remus a quick nod before slipping out of the room. He went to a separate bedroom to change before hurrying down to the kitchen. He made a batch of blueberry muffins (they couldn’t eat anything that required silverware, not after the first time) and went about cleaning up the sandwiches from last night. By 10:30, the muffins had cooled down, and Virgil could hear Janus and Remus making their way downstairs. Virgil quickly put the muffins on the table and checked to make sure he wasn’t covered in any ingredients (when he was like this, Janus would forget that he fired his servants years ago). Virgil quickly sat down, glancing up just as Janus walked in.

He was wearing a crisp business suit, his gloves still in place. Virgil watched as Remus got Janus situated, planting a quick kiss on the side of his face. Virgil let a ghost of a smile flicker onto his face; even when Janus was like this, Remus still absolutely adored him. That smile quickly fled when he realized where Remus had kissed him. A long, horrid scar rested on Janus’ face, stretching from temple to chin. Janus tended to paint that half of his face with scales when playing Deceit, if only to cover it up. Another flashback appeared, this time of Janus two weeks after his parents died. They were eating steak, and they thought Janus was finally opening back up and suddenly there was so much blood and Virgil took the knife away as Janus kept clawing at his face and make it stop make it stop-

A hand on his shoulder pulled him back roughly. Virgil looked up to see Remus peering down at him, a look of not-quite pity on his face. Virgil quickly shook his head, turning back to the muffin on his plate. He didn’t feel hungry anymore.

Today played out much like the day before, with Janus hunched over his desk writing letters. Virgil and Remus each took turns watching him while the other slept or prepared meals. That night, Remus took the first shift while Virgil went to sleep. He woke up at around 2 AM to Janus screaming. He quickly bolted up, taking in the situation. Remus was now sitting on Janus’ lap, keeping his legs down as he pinned his arms to his sides. Janus arched his back, his face red but no open cuts to be seen (that’s at least one good thing about those damned gloves). Remus looked close to tears, and Virgil quickly grabbed one of Janus’ arms, allowing Remus to focus on the other. They sat there for several minutes, praying for Janus to calm down. He eventually passed out, a combination of exhaustion and lack of air from screaming keeping him asleep. Virgil took up his shift early, letting Remus lie down. Neither slept for the rest of the night.

The next day, they had some strawberry muffins and contemplated what would happen today. It was now November 11th, Janus’ birthday, and neither friend had a single clue about what would happen today. They watched as Janus got up and grabbed his coat from the living room. Remus kept watch while Virgil hurried upstairs, grabbing his backpack. He quickly ran back downstairs, giving one last nod to Remus before Janus slipped out of the house. Virgil would go with Janus while Remus cleaned up the house and got some sleep.

Virgil followed Janus as they walked through the gardens, already knowing where they were heading. They walked down this path constantly after the funeral, and by now Virgil had it memorized. While they walked, Virgil quietly opened his bag and brought out a bouquet of fake flowers. He handed Janus the bouquet as they reached the grave. It was an elaborate headstone, with angels etched around the words:

“Here lies David and Mary Williams. October 8th, 1961 to November 11th, 2014. December 4th, 1962 to November 11th, 2014. Lovers, parents, and friends to all that met them.”

Virgil scowled at the headstone as Janus kneeled over the grave. Even after 6 years, these bastards still hurt him. They stayed there for a few hours, no sounds beyond the birds chirping in the distance. Janus eventually got up, dropping the flowers and making his way back to the house. Virgil followed, silently checking Janus for any sign of emotion. His face was perfectly blank, with no signs of crying or distress. They reached the house at around 2 PM and Virgil was slightly surprised when Janus made a beeline for the ballroom. He nudged Remus awake as they passed the living room, pulling him off the couch before following Janus. They could hear the slow sounds of some waltz as Janus turned on the old gramophone in the corner of the room. Janus then stood there, staring at the floor as if it could tell him what to do. Remus quickly walked up and put a hand on Janus’ waist, using his other to clasp Janus’ own hand. Janus looked up, and for the first time in 3 days, he looked like he actually saw Remus, not a stranger.

They slowly danced around the room, and to Virgil they looked more intimate than he’d ever seen them. There was groping, no dirty secrets whispered between each other, just dancing. Dancing with open and honest looks on their faces, speaking in a language that Virgil’s pretty sure he’ll never learn. The way that Remus furrowed his brow every few minutes, the subtle squeezing of Janus’ hands. This was the spark that they shared, and Virgil knew that he would never be able to have this type of moment with them. They were so obviously in love, and he wished that moments like this happened more often, that they were able to be like this without one of them being emotionally compromised or vulnerable.

Eventually, the record stopped, and with it all of Janus’ self-control. He flung himself around Remus’ neck, and Virgil could hear the muffled sob from across the room. Remus gently lowered them to the ground, rubbing his back and whispering something that Virgil couldn’t hear. Remus looked up and made eye contact with Virgil, silent tears streaming down his face. Go, his look said, I’ll take care of him. Virgil nodded, going to make dinner.

The next day, Virgil was happy to see Janus sitting on the couch, curled up against Remus, and watching cheesy rom coms. He glanced down and noticed that the gloves were nowhere to be found. Virgil smiled, going to take a seat on Janus’ other side. He glanced over at Remus as he made some snarky remark. Yes, they were still broken. Yes, they still had moments where they lost all hope. But they also had each other. They were family, and that was all Virgil ever wanted.

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Here is the masterlist of issues and/or disorders that the characters, in order of relevance to the story:

Remus- Remus is a transgender male with the deadname Rebecca. His parents were very controlling and manipulative. They refused to acknowledge that he transitioned, so he ran away at age 16. He hasn’t talked to his family since. In retaliation to how transphobic and homophobic his parents were, Remus developed a very vulgar mindset. He tells everyone that he meets about how he’s trans and very gay for Janus. He never talks about his life before he met Janus and Virgil unless he’s extremely drunk. Remus developed his persona of the Duke to help combat his gender dysphoria and intrusive thoughts. The Duke is much more vulgar but less likely to admit that he’s trans. He currently lives with Janus (and a good distance away from his hometown). He has lived there for almost 7 years, has been a member of The Dark Sides for 5 years, and has been in a relationship with Janus for 4 years.

Roman- Roman is Remus’ twin. When Remus (still being called Rebecca at the time) was trying to discover himself, he began to look and act similarly to Roman. He was punished for this (since their parents were transphobic) and Roman’s low self-esteem combined with Remus’ punishments caused Roman to lash out at Remus the day before he came out to their parents. Roman is unaware that Remus transitioned and blames himself for pushing “Rebecca” away. Roman began to lash out against his parents and started a secret relationship with Logan in order to combat their homophobia (that’s what he told himself. He also had a massive crush on both Logan and Patton). When Patton found out, they briefly argued before getting together in a polyamorous relationship. They coincidentally moved to the same town that Remus did soon after graduating high school. Roman still suffers from extreme guilt at the loss of Rebecca and is occasionally harassed by his parents over the phone. Roman has been in the poly relationship for almost 8 years and has lived in his current house for 6 years.

Janus- Was emotionally neglected at a young age by his rich parents. They were always screaming at each other and him behind closed doors. He was taught to never show that his life was less than perfect, so by 19 he was a compulsive liar. He met Virgil during one of his depressive (and slightly suicidal) episodes and decided to take him in. He met and took in Remus 4 months after meeting Virgil. His parents were neglectful to the point where they didn’t realize that they were housing two other teenagers. On Janus’ 20th birthday, both of his parents died in a car crash. He immediately fired all of his staff and went into an extreme depression. Two weeks after his death, he self-harmed and mutilated his face with a steak knife, leaving him with a horrible scar. He has gotten a lot better over the years, though he tends to depersonalize and potentially self-harm on the days leading up to his birthday. He uses the persona of Deceit to separate his compulsive lying from his actual personality. You can never tell when Deceit is lying (and half the time, neither can he). Janus is less of a compulsive liar now, but he’s still extremely sarcastic and will slip into his Deceit persona when he feels vulnerable. Same timestamps as Remus, though he’s lived in this town his entire life.

Virgil- Virgil has never known his birth parents, his mother dying when he was 3 months old and his dad nowhere to be seen. He never had a stable home, having bounced around the foster system until he was kicked out at 18. He met Janus soon after, who took him in. Virgil has always had a knack for music and art, but he was never able to fully develop his talents until Remus suggested they form a band. He cooked for Janus and Remus before he moved out, since neither of them had needed to cook for themselves before they met each other. Virgil never felt he earned anything for himself until he started earning money from The Dark Sides. Because of this (and the fact that he has an insane amount of money now), Virgil likes to spoil his crushes with big, elaborate gifts (he can’t spoil Janus or Remus because Janus is richer than Virgil will ever be and Remus is already spoiled by Janus). When Janus and Remus got together they offered for Virgil to join their relationship. He declined, quickly noticing that their relationship with each other is deeper and more intimate than anything that he could ever have with them. Virgil uses the persona of Anxiety to combat his, you guessed it, anxiety. Anxiety is suave and confident, though Virgil only slips into his persona when either flirting or at a Dark Sides-related event. Virgil has the same timestamps as Janus, though he never joined Janus’ relationship with Remus.

Patton- Patton has always had mild depression. He gets depressive episodes at least once a month. He’s never been suicidal, but he becomes very self-deprecating during more intense episodes. He usually turns to one of the others for a distraction. Patton grew up next door to Logan, and they got together when they were 12. They kept their relationship a secret until Patton found Logan making out with Roman 5 years later. It hurt him a lot and he still fears that they’ll leave one day for someone else. Patton has been in a relationship with Logan for nearly 13 years, Roman joined them 8 years ago, and they’ve lived in the same house for 6 years.

Logan- Logan doesn’t have any issues or disorders to note, other than he’s really tired. He’s helped Patton through his depression for as long as he can remember, and he helps Roman through his issues of guilt and anger (Patton’s self-deprecating thoughts tend to increase when Roman is upset). Logan is calm and collected. He’s the only one in this series who’s been to college, and will soon earn his master's degree in astronomy. They actually decided to move to this town due to its college’s astronomy program. Logan is the one who deals with budgeting and scheduling, hence why he’s annoyed with Virgil spending so much money on them. All of his timestamps are the same as Patton’s.

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Hey Diary Side Story: What Happened to Peter and Tom?

I had made a huge mistake when writing this series. You see, I have included Keith’s friends, Peter and Tom, to the changes that Felix created about making them live the false rumor they had spread about him. I had no idea how I’ll put that in the story and I had no other choice but to write it as a side story which doesn’t seem like the best choice, but I’m doing it anyway. PART 1, PART 2 and PART 3 of the Hey Diary Series

Everyone’s gathering around Felix right after he lost consciousness and fell down the ground. Within just a few seconds, Keith rushed to get him out the crowd. Tom and I looked at each other, finding Keith’s reaction kind of weird. We just watched Keith pick Felix up and brought him out the cafeteria.

Tom and I were left there sitting at our table, still with mouth agape.

“Hey Thomas.” I called. “Did Keith just...”

“Yeah...” He replied.

The fact that Keith helped Felix out instead of just letting him on the ground still left us shocked, but we then just shrugged it off and continued eating.

I suddenly choke with the food I was eating as I feel a sudden warmth grow from my head to my chest, and soon down to my feet. I tried to look tough by acting as if nothing’s wrong and just let the food go down my throat on its own. I looked at Tom and noticed that he seemed like he’s deep in his thoughts as well.

When everything was okay, I continued eating my food. Drinking from my tumbler, I had a short glimpse of Tom staring at me. His eyes locked on my chest. When he noticed I was looking, he panicked and looked away. I found it weird, but at the same time, he looked cute. I laughed to myself as I put my tumbler down.

“What’s so funny?” Tom looked at me, looking a bit mad.

“Nothing.” I replied, still with a wide smile.

Tom huffed and took another bite from his food. Throughout the new few minutes, I keep seeing Tom checking me out. The tank top I was wearing under my jacket was a little loose and I can see Tom finding chances that my chest would be exposed, and yes, he would look away whenever he notice that I’m staring back at him.

“I’m going to the bathroom, bro.” He said and ran off. I got a good glimpse of his hard on in his jeans. Once more, I laughed to myself and just followed him to the bathroom, leaving our food and bags on the table.

“Peter, stop.” Tom said, pushing me by my chest and I try to kiss him by his neck, my hands on his back and holding him hard.

My right hand migrated to Tom’s hard on. It may not be my first time seeing my bro’s cock, but it made me happy to feel that he’s rock hard.

“Peter. I’m serious, what brought this on, bro!”

“I know you want me, bro. I know you can’t resist me.” I whispered in his ears and I grabbed hard through the fabric of his pants.

Thomas moaned softly. His hands now moving above my shoulders. He pushed me to the sink and now he’s the one taking the lead. He helped me remove my jacket, then proceeded to kissing me with his right hand moving up my hair.

“Fuck, bro. You’re so hot.” Thomas remarked.

“Just shut up and kiss me bro.”

Fuck. My hormones are taking over me. For some reason, I just wanted Tom so bad. My bro ever since high school. I’m pretty sure I’m straight as a pole and I’ve fucked tons of girls before, but now, damn, I have a man to try my cock out.

“We’re still going to be bro’s after this, right?” I asked.

“Of course, Pete.” He replied and came back to kissing me.

He took off my tank top and kissed me slowly from my neck to my abs, licking my nipples on the way, which sent me straight to heaven.

“Let’s take this in the stall before someone sees us.” I said, pulling Thomas into the stall in the very end of the room.

I came in first and Tom followed, locking the door. Tom then knelt down while I remained standing. He opened my jeans and pulled my raging boner out. He slapped my cock on his face a few times before finally putting it in his mouth.

The pleasure was taking me to places I’ve never been to. I placed my arms on the walls beside me before I lose my balance. Tom was really working on my cock to the point that it never compared to any girls that did the same. With his free hands he pulled my jeans down to make himself more comfortable. My right hand then held the back of his head as he bobbed up and down. I helped him by pushing his head so that I can reach his throat. He gagged a few times but I know he’s enjoying it.

“Thomas, bro. I’m gonna blow.” Right after I said that, Tom pulled out, leaving me hanging.

He then stood up and pushed me so that I’ll be sitting on toilet with the seat cover on. He sat down my lap and started kissing me again. His right hand on my cock and he jerk me off. I then removed his shirt off and released his python out too. He was already leaking a huge amount of precum. We both jerked each other off while kissing each other, making the very softest moan we can do.

“Thomas”

“Peter”

“I’m near.”

“Me too.”

“Faster.”

“Shit, bro.”

“Bro, that’s so good.”

“Oh yeah-”

“Tom, I’m gonna-”

With that, I released my load all over my torso. Some splattered on to my face too. Tom took a few drops of cum on my chest and licked it from his fingers. Meanwhile, I’m still jerking him off. While I do, he cleaned me by licking every cum on my body.

“I guess I owe you a favor.” I said grinning at him.

I pushed Tomas so that I can stand up and this time, make him the one sitting on the toilet. I knelt down, and now I’m the one sucking him off. While I do so, Tom was speaking in between his soft moans.

“You know. I would have a small confession to make.” He sounded so sincere despite making to moan in between words. “I know you and Keith are straight, and I know you thought I am too.”

I listened to him carefully, slowing down my pace.

“But I was just trying to fit in. Peter, I’m gay ever since you’ve met me in high school.”

I stopped sucking him off and looked him straight in the eyes. With those words, I was suddenly brought back to my senses. I know I am straight, and now I just realized that I’m sucking my best friend off, but for some reason I still wanted that. Although, I can’t focus to myself right now. I was filled with worry about Thomas.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I asked.

“Because I thought you guys would ignore me for that. You guys... I mean... We... We bullied Felix and making rumors about him being gay. I thought you guys hate men like me, but I don’t want to lose you guys. Especially you.” He explained. “Actually, I never had feelings for you. You never made me get hard. I learned how to control myself around you and I even had myself a girlfriend to help that, but for some reason, today, there’s this stirring inside me. As if everything I was doing suddenly disappeared and now I’m wanting you.”

I was left silent for a few while, thinking about what’s happening between us. Come to think of it, I was homophobic before, and I am sorry to make Tom feel like that. I then smiled and stood up to meet him.

“Well, now I guess there’s no point in pretending anymore, right?”

Peter looked at me with shock. I just kept on smiling at him until he gave me a smile back.

“You’re gonna break up with Alice, right?” I asked.

Tom looked away and the smile fades from his face. He sat properly on the toilet and I moved my face away from his.

“I don’t know, man. I mean... if you’re implying that we should starting going out together... I don’t want that.” He explained with a very down but assuring voice. “I mean, I wanna stay friends with you and only stay like that.”

“I understand.” I replied, trying to cheer him up. “But, well, you’re still breaking up with her, right?”

“Yeah. Just to let go of this. I’m coming out the closet.”

We both smiled at each other. Finally, I understand my best friend more than before. This probably created more bond between us.

“But hey. You’re not gonna leave me unfinished, right?” Tom said, pointing at his cock.

“Correct.” I then knelt back down and returned to sucking him off.

#straight to gay #Hey Diary

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