#shaking and sweating. how was the thinking about gay people did everyone have fun at the thinking about gay people

[knifesxedge]

WHO was the first person to come up with the idea of wlw funpoison outside of the concepts of genderbending and mcr. i need to shake their hand and maybe kiss them on the mouth

#pi's personal #literally never heard of anything more galaxy brained #my funpoison are bi4bi nb4nb gay people and i love them that way genuinely #but when i realized that because we can do whatever we want people definitely have done it #(aka i saw people mentioning it on one of my brief forays onto twitter) #good LORD. HALLELUJAH #AUGH. just thought. trans girl ghoul + nb wlw party. #shaking and sweating. how was the thinking about gay people did everyone have fun at the thinking about gay people

[elenavampire21]

Another story of mav.

Warnings: full of a loving soppy mav and cute little fights between mav,goose and reader.

@worldofheroes @helloitstsyu @love2write2626 @elenavampire21

A drunken confession by maverick

Maverick and Nick (goose) Bradshaw have been friends ever since they became top gun aviators. One day viper was given a briefing on a mission and listing all the things that could go wrong.

Maverick was his cocky self pissing off Tom kazansky but making snarky comments and he turns and scans the room and his eyes land on you. You’re deeply focused on the lecture when you sweep your eyes to the other half of the pilot’s and land on maverick who’s giving you his signature smirk.

You smirk back and roll your eyes thinking mav’s so full of himself.

Nick turns to say something to mav and notices he’s trying to flirt with Y/n.

He nudges him “psst mav your way way out of her league.” He turns round “dude she’s not look at her.”

Viper dismissed the class and everyone heads to the hard beck for beers.

You were teetering on wether or not to go as you hate crowds but decided to go.

You’re dressed in jeans,tank top and pumps and your hairs curled.

Maverick and goose were both leaning against the bar beer in hand and people watching.

Maverick turned to Nick “ugh look at Tom nearly every single night he’s trying to chat up another gullible girl.”

Nick stays quiet and drinks his beer.

You walk to the other side of the bar and begin having a conversation with penny you happen to glance over and see both mav and Nick.

Penny walks over “hey y/n what can I get you.”

You smile “can I have a coke please.” She heads off and gets your drink then hands it to you.

After weaving in and out of the crowds of aviator to find an empty booth.

You sip your drink and just enjoy some of the music that’s been playing and give people the occasional nod of the head.

Whilst at the bar mav is beginning to get drunk.

He’s scanning the room and he instantly spots you. Mav slurs and pats goose on the arm. “You s…eee ..y/n over there…. Sh..es gorgeous and I..love…her.”

Nick smirked and thinks *dude you’re gonna be regretting and arguing tomorrow* “okay mate think you’ve had way to much to drink come on home time for you.” Maverick stumbles up and he looks at goose still drunk “I love…her.”

Nick gradually managed to get maverick back home and he passes out on the couch. Nick leaves and heads back to Carol and baby Bradley.

The next morning mav groans and feels like his heads gonna explode and there’s an annoying ringing sound.

he stumbles up and heads towards the door an opens it to reveal Nick holding a tray with coffee and painkillers.

“Dude you look like total shit how pissed did you get oh and you revealed a huge secret to me last night.”

Maverick was rubbing his face “goose I have absolutely no recollection of what happened all I remember was bitchy about Tom flirting then after it’s nothing.”

Mav takes a coffee and painkillers.

Goose laugh and shake’s his head “do you actually want to know the secret you said.”

Maverick looks at Nick “I didn’t call ice man gay to his face did I.”

Nick shakes his head and smirks “mmmh nope it was someone else and you’ll be either shocked or embarrassed.” Mav thinks “I didn’t flirt with penny did I.”

Goose laughs again knowing this is actually fun making mav sweat. “I’ll give you a tiny hint, her call sign is storm.

Maverick’s mental thinking of everybody’s names until he freezes and it suddenly hits him. “Ohh shit goose buddy what did I do or say.”

Nick giggled “mate it’s what you didn’t say

You said whilst leaning at the bar and saw y/n you literally Said see y/n over there she’s gorgeous and you love her.”

Mav kept staring at the coffee mug. “Shit do you think she heard anything.”

Nick shrugs “dude I don’t know just one way to find out at class today.”

You’d already hit the gym this morning and was busy in the ladies changing room putting your flight uniform on and grabbing a coffee at the work station.

Nick had left mav to sleep and shower before heading to today’s flight test.

You were leaning against the hangar wall watching jets take off unaware goose was walking beside you. “Morning Y/n how’s your head today’ mav’s kinda feeling rough today.”

You take a sip of coffee and the face Nick “oh god is he okay did something bad happen last night, because Nick can I tell you a tiny secret I’m getting feelings like I might actually love Pete”.

There was a distincted sound of a familiar motorbike and maverick had parked and had his classic aviators on and he’s gone into the men’s changing room got into his flight uniform and walked out and was heading towards the coffee unit.

Gooses smiled “hey storm don’t worry your secret is safe with me as is mav’s he told me something about you last night.”

Nick walks off and takes his seat.

You looked confused and thinks *maverick said something about me ohh he probably hates me*. You walk passed maverick a single tear streams down you face.

Maverick notices you’re crying he grabs a coffee and heads back to sit with Nick. “Goose did you say something about last night to upset storm look she’s crying.”

Nick turns round and notices you’re wiping your eyes. “No she told me a secret and I said you told me something too.”

Maverick thinks *you might hate him or worried he’d said something horrible*

“Wait she told you a secret mate tell me.”

Nick shakes his head “nope it’s a secret.”

Mav try’s to guess “does she think I’m stuck up and a pain in the ass, she fancy’s Tom insisted of me.”

He shakes his head to the first question but nods for the second on.

maverick almost looks like he’s stuck in a trace. “Oh shit so wait she doesn’t have feelings for Tom but oh shit why didn’t I read the signs she’s got feelings for me and now probably thinks I said something to you about not liking her.” Nick stands up and heads to stand next to your seat.

“Right storm, Mav we’re gonna sort this out right now.” You glare at maverick “goose it’s fine I get it now maverick obviously doesn’t have the exact same feelings that I have for him.” Maverick smiles and gently pulls you up.

You manage to pull yourself out of his grip “no mav look whatever shit excuse you’ve got I don’t wanna hear I.” You were shut up by Maverick’s lips and you sink into the kiss and wraps your arms round his neck and you’re both lost into the kiss when there’s an embarrassed cough.

You and mav both pull back still tightly holding each other look and notice goose,Tom,viper and the other pilots watching you.

Viper smiles “all right maverick put her down and let’s get on with today fight.

You grab your things and sit on the row of seats that’s goose,mav then you.

You and maverick are holding hands.

You gently lay your head on his shoulder.

Mav give you a little kiss to the head.

After the flight training Mav drive’s you back to his beach house on his motorbike.

He helps you off and pulls you into his side and opens the front door and puts his keys into a bowl hangs his coat and lays his aviators and guides you to the outside decking which shows the beach.

“Mav this place is absolutely amazing don’t you ever get you know lonely.”

He heads to the kitchen and pours them both a glass of wine heads out and passes the glass to her.

“You know what love it does but it would be amazing if a certain someone maybe moved in with me.” You turn round and raises an eyebrow “ahh Pete maverick Mitchell are you seriously asking me to move in with you.” Mav nodes his head “yeah darling I am so what’s the answer”.

You roll your eyes “duh yes I’d love to move in.” Maverick heads inside and slowly starts grabbing ingredients for his famous chicken pasta dish. He’s standing at the work top cutting vegetables. Y/n gets up after smelling this amazing smell and put her wine glass down and walks back inside and sneaks up behind mav and kisses his neck and keeps her arms wrapped around him.

He stops and looks over his shoulder “what’s that giant cuddle and kiss for I’m

just cooking you dinner and ask you to move in.”

You stay cuddling him “you know what I could get used to this coming home to you cooking,kisses and cuddling on the couch calling you my husband whilst watching our kids playing on our beach garden.”

Mav turns and holds your waist “excuse me y/n y/l/n are you asking me to marry you and that you would like to have kids.

oh so I do all the cooking.

the cuddling and kissing would be good means we can have practice making kids sex nearly every night. You breathe hitches “maverick screw dinner couch now.”

Mav turns the hob off and gently pushes you onto the couch removes your joggers and sweatshirt notices you’re not wearing any underwear or bra.

“Ugh you naughty girl makes it much easier for me. Mav slowly removes his top and unbuckles and slides his jeans and boxers down and slowly rubs his cock against your wet folds and slips in. You grin the back of the couch and screams.

“Ugh ahh fuck mav yes ohh maverick I love you so much Ohh ohh ohhh.”

Maverick is pounding and rambing his cock in and out of your tight pussy and he’s bucking his hip and groaning.

You get this instant familiar sensation in your stomach. “Ohh ugh ahh shit mav,mav I’m gonna cum. You both thrust and fuck each other and you coat Mav’s cock with his cum and he releases his liquid cum into you. Maverick pulls out and pulls a blanket over you both and he looks at you.

“Babe you know how you asked me to marry you the answers yes.”

You look up and smile “go because I’d marry you in a heartbeat and I wasn’t joking.”

#top gun fic #top gun maverick smut #top gun maverick x reader

[rollercoasterwords]

i started reading the hand that feeds last night and i’m already on chapter 38 i love it so so much. dorlene enemies to lovers is now my favourite trope it just makes sm sense.

here are some of my fav parts of the fic bc i need to talk about them

-marlene and dorcas both thinking the other has a master plan to annoy the other one and that’s the only reason why they can’t stop thinking about each other

-the marlene and sirius friendship dynamic owns my heart i love them sm

-lily’s reaction to when marlene asked if she was okay with her being queer and thinking that marlene was asking about her not going to dinner

-literally everyone thinking that marlene and sirius were dating and dorcas and regulus were also dating (including marlene and dorcas they were so clueless). it was a very funny parallel like what is it with assumptions about the black brothers and lesbians being together?? silly heteronormativity these people are all gay! (bar regulus i don’t think anything to do with his sexuality has been mentioned so idk about him)

-james telling sirius that liking blokes doesn’t make you gay

-the irish slang was so accurate too? like as an irish person i read the chapter where marlene is back home and was like wow cool this writer is irish!!! i was so surprised to see you asking about the slang in the end notes

-the conversation (is conversation the right word?? argument might be more accurate??) where they were both like ‘i’m not dating sirius/regulus i’m lesbian did you not realise that’ was so perfect i loved that chapter

-all of the yelling at each other and then making out immediately after moments omg, especially their first kiss

hello it's taken me a bit to respond to this but THANK U this message made my whole entire week i am kissing u over and over again on the forehead mwah mwah mwah 💋

ok let me respond

-marlene and dorcas both thinking the other has a master plan YES that was so fun to write lmao they are both so stubborn they were like "surely the only reason i could possibly be thinking this much about her is if she has some nefarious evil plot to make me obsessed with her. surely there is no other reason!!"

-marlene and sirius friendship dynamic yesssss i love them so so much to me marlene and sirius have a lot of overlap in their personalities that helps them sort of get each other in that specific way where....it's like a person who's not ur best friend but they know secrets about you that no one else knows. perhaps that is just the shared homosexuality tho lol

-lily's reaction STOP that part was so fun to write too haha even if it's not like the most realistic thing in the world i knew that i wanted to make marlene's friends supportive like i just didn't have the energy in me for a drawn out homophobia plot line so marlene being like so anxious about how they'd respond and lily having already moved past it and being like huh??? do i care if you skip dinner?? OH do i care if ur a lesbian lol no it's fine 💖 so special to me

-everyone thinking that sirius + marlene and dorcas + reg were dating ajskdjdkdk that bit was literally so self indulgent and just me having fun i simply love a sprinkle of miscommunication especially when it leads to angry love confessions 😍

-james telling sirius that liking blokes doesn't make you gay YES another one of my favorite scenes lmao there are like...2-3 scenes that i had entirely mapped out in my head before i even started writing the fic and that was one of them i just think it's so fucking funny

-the irish slang literally u have no idea how validating that is to hear i have never set foot in ireland so i was literally just googling like. "irish slang list" and sweating and shaking as i hoped for the best

-the 'i'm a lesbian argument' HELP they were both so impossible i loved that scene the way they were both like "i've been having sex with u for months?? how did u not know i was gay??" "well i've been having sex with YOU for months?? how did u not know I was gay???"

-all of the yelling and then immediately making out yessss hate sex my beloved ❤️ i just cannot get enough of it so i'm glad u enjoyed it too lol

anyway i hope u are continuing to enjoy the story sending u all the love in the world for taking the time to send this long message 💕 💞

#the hand that feeds spoilers #thtf #the hand that feeds #literally this was so fun to respond to thank u so much!!! #ask

[13uswntimagines]

Her Mess (Christen x Reader)

Request: Christen x reader where reader is younger and in college and reader meets the team

It was safe to say that you had always been a bit of a mess. You would argue that you were an organized mess, but Christen would disagree. If the gay mess you turned into the first time Mal had ever introduced you to her was anything to go off of. Yes, you were a mess, but you were her mess, and she took great joy in helping to keep you on track. 

From the very beginning, she had helped you with your schedule. Made sure you ate and gave yourself time for studying and soccer. She never overstepped, she was your girlfriend not your mother after all, but she was definitely the organized one in your relationship. 

It was why the prospect of traveling without her was incredibly daunting. She was already at camp with the rest of the national team (who you would be meeting for the first time) and you would be meeting them there with Mal after the two of you finished finals. To say you were nervous was an understatement. It was your first call up, and though your girlfriend and best friend had assured you it would be fine, you weren’t so sure. You had quadruple checked the list of things Christen and you had made, but even as you left the plane you were sure you had left something important. You were going to meet the team and you didn’t know if you were supposed to be meeting Christen too, or if you two were going, to be honest. 

You sighed, running your hand through your messy hair, before slipping your beanie back on. Your knee jumped up and down impatiently, and you bit your lip. You didn’t like waiting. Why did this car ride have to be so long?

“Do I need to call Mama Press or are you going to chill out on your own?” Mal said finally, her hand coming down to still your leg. You grinned sheepishly at her. 

“I just-... What if they don’t like me, and what if they’re weirded out by the age difference?” You rambled, your fingers tapping on the car window. 

“You’re like the funniest person I know. The team is going to love you! And I’ll be honest, It was a little weird at first for the person who was like my sister to be dating someone who was basically my mom. But after watching you two together, it’s obvious that you were made for each other,” Mal said softly, her hand running soothing circles on your thigh. You frowned. 

“What if she doesn’t want to tell them that she’s dating me because she’s ashamed of the age difference?” You asked softly, staring intently at your lap. Sure, Mal was cool with the age difference now, and so we’re your parents, but you knew that there were a lot of people out there who weren’t. Plus Christen was the Christen Press, and you were just a disorganized rookie. 

Gentle fingers tilted your chin up, and your Y/e/c met Mal’s brown.“Christen is a lot of things. I don’t think ashamed is one of them,” 

You nodded, returning your attention to the city passing by. You loved Christen, and you hoped that Mal was right. 

******

Most people would hate getting off a plane and stepping directly into practice, but you were grateful for it. The field was your happy place, a place you didn’t have to think about all the what-ifs. A place where you could simply showcase your skills. 

By the time you and Mal made it to the locker room, it was nearly empty. (Barring your girlfriend, who had stayed back to give you a tight hug and kiss, and Tobin who just sent you a small smile). 

“You ready for this cutie?” Your girlfriend asked, settling down on the bench beside you, nudging you with her shoulder, and placing a kiss on your pink cheeks. 

You stuck your tongue out at Mal who made a gagging sound. 

“I think so,” You shrugged, rooting through your bag to find the last items of your gear, things you were sure you had put in this morning. Your eyebrows furrowed as you shoved your shin guards aside in search of your socks. 

“Is it true you have the sprint record for UCLA?” Tobin nudged your other side. You nodded, not taking your eyes off of the contents of your bag. Had you been paying more attention, you probably would have freaked out that the Tobin Heath knew who you were. 

“Don’t forget the juggling record either,” Mal added, smiling. You had quite the reputation for putting defenders on their asses, and it was going to be entertaining watching you work your magic with the national team. 

“Damn,” Tobin mumbled wide eyes. She was going to have to call dibs on you for the scrimmage. You barely spared her a glance, groaning as you continued to dig for an item you were beginning to fear wasn’t in your bag. You took a deep breath, trying not to panic. Of course you had forgotten something important on your first camp with the national team.

Christen rubbed your back, her head tilting to the side as you ignored one of your heroes (your hero being her best friend was something she found immensely entertaining), her hand coming up to rub your back. “What are you looking for my darling,” 

“I forgot my socks,” you huffed, shoving your bag to the floor pouting. Christen’s lips ticked up slightly as she leaned in to kiss your pink cheeks. 

“That’s alright. I have an extra pair for you in my bag,” 

Your blush deepened as you took the extra pair, slipping them on your feet. You nodded in thanks, she simply winked in return. She knew you’d forget something. You always did. 

******

Meeting the team was an… experience. Kelley had immediately jumped on top of you, squealing about a new baby to corrupt before she was pulled off by Alex. Ashlyn and Ali had argued with Becky and Alyssa about who was going to be your team moms. The youngins had bombarded you with so many questions that it felt like your head was spinning. But through it, all Christen’s hand remained firmly in yours. 

Standing in line, waiting for the forward vs defender drill to begin was a surreal experience for you. You watched with a keen eye as Mal went first and nearly navigated the ball past Becky. You kissed Christen’s cheek before she went and cleanly got past Kelley. Tobin took the next spot, pulling a clean nutmeg off on Abby. You were going to have to one-up her. 

You took a deep breath, trying to settle your nerves, waiting to see which defender you would be up against. 

“You good kid?” Megan asked, bumping your shoulder with her. You blinked, fighting the urge to squeal that The Megan Rapino was talking to you. 

“Hm, excited!” You smiled, biting your lip as Sonnett took her place at the front of her line. Sonnett was good, but you were better and your desire to make a good first impression meant that you were really going to have to put on a show. There would be no better partner for the dance you had planned. 

“Think you can best Sonnett?” Carli smirked, tapping you the ball. 

“Definitely. Cant let a Cavalier get one over on me,” You winked, beginning to juggle the ball. Yeah, this was going to be fun. 

******

“Holy shit, how are you so fast,” Emily panted, catching up to you after you’d made another shot at an unsuspecting Alyssa Naeher. It speared just past her fingertips, making the goal rattle as it made contact with the net. 

“I ate lots of fudge striped cookies when I was younger,” You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead and heading towards the sidelines for your water break. From the time you were little you had believed wholeheartedly that the cookies made you run faster. 

“Fudge stripped what?” Emily asked, her eyebrows furrowing beside you. 

“Made by the Keebler elves. They’re magic,” You shrugged, glancing around for the greenbottle with your name on it, entirely unaware of the odd looks the team was giving you and the loving smile your girlfriend was sporting. “Where did I put my bottle?” 

“It’s over-“ Mal started, only to be cut off by Christen’s elbow being lodged in her ribs. 

“Take mine babe,” She laughed, passing you her bottle. You nodded in thanks, squirting the liquid into your mouth. What would you do without her? Mal smirked over your head at the green-eyed forward. Maybe part of your forgetfulness was her love of coming to your rescue. 

“Sick ball skills Ducky,” Tobin clapped you in the back. 

“Thanks!” You squeaked, the stream of water missing your mouth and spraying Christen in the chest. “Oops,” You giggled. 

“If you want me to kiss you, you did it have to get me all wet, you could just ask,” She winked and you felt heat wash over your cheeks, all your previous confidence evaporating. 

 Mal covered her ears and shook her head fast. “Please don’t answer that with the comeback you’re thinking of,”. You smirked, shaking your head. You wouldn’t force her to bear her best friend and her team mom flirting. 

“Hmm, I love your kisses,” 

Christen giggled, wrapping her arms around your waist, and pulling you into a quick kiss. You pulled away when the team wolf-whistled, burying your face in your girlfriend's chest. 

“Told you she wasn’t embarrassed,” Mal said, patting your back. 

“Yeah, how could she when you put everyone on their ass,” Sonnett cackled. Your groan was muffled by your girlfriend's soft skin. Her fingers found their way under your chin, coaxing you out of your favorite hiding place. You Y/e/c eyes met her green ones. 

“You thought I was embarrassed?” She asked softly, and you gave her a slight nod. How couldn’t she be? She was the Christen Press and you were just a bumbling college student who would lose her head if it wasn’t attached to her body. 

“You’re you, and you have everything together, and I’m me and I forget everything,” You mumbled, shrugging. 

“Well, I love you, even when you forget stuff. Plus, You look really cute in my clothes,” She kissed your nose and your cheeks before landing on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, enjoying the way her soft lips felt against yours. 

It didn’t matter that you were younger. You would prove yourself to be an asset to the team and Christen loved you. 

“Did they forget we’re here?” Emily’s whisper read followed by a slapping sound and Lindsey’s voice. 

“Way to ruin a moment Sonnett,” 

Yes. You were a mess, but you were Christen’s mess and you’d fit right in. 

#christen press x reader #christen press imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines

[fruitcoops]

Could you maybe write a “73 questions with Sirius Black” Vogue one? Or something like that.

Yes! I had never seen these videos before and it was a fun challenge to write. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

The house is large, two stories tall and painted a soft gray with white trim around the windows. Holiday lights have yet to be taken down and shine in all colors of the rainbow from the eaves as the camera crew walks up the front steps. The curtains in the window tremble for a moment, then a dog pokes her head through—she is all-black and curious, and looks quite large.

Dorcas Meadowes knocks on the front door; a moment later, it swings open and reveals Sirius Black. “Hey, guys, come on in! You can leave your shoes by the door inside.”

“Thanks, Sirius.” Dorcas kicks off her flats and follows him inside as he sets a dish towel on the end table and leans against it. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing pretty well. Morning practice was productive and I’m feeling good about our upcoming game.”

“We’re here today to ask you 73 rapid-fire questions while you lead us around. Sound good?”

“Sounds good. You can all come inside instead of freezing on the porch,” he laughs, waving them closer. The door shuts with a gentle click.

“First question: on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?”

“Hmmm. A solid seven.”

“Do you have any pets?”

“I do!” Sirius leads them into the other room, where the dog is curled up on the couch below the window; he picks her up and gives her a kiss on the head. “This is Hattie and I love her very much.”

“Cute! If you could do a dramatic love scene in a movie with anyone, who would it be?”

Sirius sets the dog down and thinks for a second. “Aside from my fiancé, I’m going to say James Potter. We would kill it and I don’t think it would be that awkward.”

“What’s the origin of your name?”

“Pretty much my whole family has star-themed names. Sirius is the dog star from Canis Major.”

“Brightest star in the sky, too. What’s one thing people don’t know about you?”

“I’m an introvert. Lots of people assume that I’m super social because of my job, but I’m very quiet in real life.” He walks back out to the entrance and takes the towel off the table, then moves into the kitchen. It’s well-lit and painted a deep, warm red. The countertop is scattered with knickknacks and picture frames—clearly, this is a place people spend a lot of time. Hattie, who followed them in, lays down by the oven with a heavy sigh.

“What’s your wakeup ritual?”

Sirius reaches up and pulls two mugs out of the cupboard. “I wake up around seven am and make coffee while Re is in the shower, then rinse off and get dressed while he makes breakfast. It’s a good system. Want some tea?”

“Sure. What’s your bedtime ritual?”

“I don’t think I have one,” he says as he puts the kettle on and ignites a burner on the stove. “Usually we read or watch a movie, then go up to bed and talk for a while. There’s not a big routine or anything.”

“Sounds nice. What’s your favorite time of day?” Dorcas sits on the other side of the kitchen island while he takes a box of peppermint tea down.

“That’s a tough one. I like the in-between spots, like just after sunrise or dusk. Three in the afternoon is usually pretty chill as well. Does anyone else want a cup?”

There are a few murmurs behind the camera and he takes two more down. “What is one thing no one knows about you?” Dorcas asks.

He raises an eyebrow. “If I told you, everyone would know, and it wouldn’t count.”

“Fair enough. Dream country to visit?”

“Anywhere. I think I want to go to Ireland first, though.” Small wisps of steam begin curling out of the kettle, but it doesn’t whistle.

“Do you ever feel pressure to post things on social media?”

Sirius makes a face. “I used to. Eventually I just got tired of it, you know? The whole point of social media is sharing bits of your life with people and it makes me happy to show off my dog, or Re, or my friends. I post things just for fun now.”

The kettle begins to hiss and he reaches back to turn it off. “Sneakers or skates?”

“Skates.”

“Vintage or new?

“Vintage, especially for t-shirts and sweaters.”

“Who is your biggest role model?”

“Pascal Dumais.” Sirius stops pouring for a moment to look up at the camera. “If you ever get a chance to meet him, listen to what he has to say. You’ll be better for it.”

“Wise words. How do you deal with negativity? Oh, thank you.” Dorcas wraps her hands around the mug and takes a small sip while Sirius passes the other ones to the crew.

“Honestly? I don’t give a shit. It used to really bother me, but I’m happy, I have a job I love, and my family cares about me. Why should I care what people I’ve never met think of me?” He sits on the counter and rests his elbows on his knees, blowing on the hot water.

“What are three things you can’t live without?”

“My dog, Remus, and my family.” There is no hesitation in his voice.

“Not hockey?”

“I’d be devastated if I couldn’t play, sure, but it’s not the central focus of my life anymore.”

“What’s one ingredient you put in everything?”

“Does salt count?” He winces as he takes a drink. “Ugh, burned my tongue. I put salt on a lot of things because I drink so much water that it throws my balance off.”

“What is something you’re completely bored of right now?”

Sirius rolls his eyes. “Gossip columns and tabloids in general.”

Dorcas hums in agreement. “What’s your biggest fear in life?”

“Losing my loved ones.”

“Window or aisle seat?”

“Window. Anyone walking by always steps on my foot or hits my elbow if I’m in the aisle. Plus, I get a good view and an easy nap spot.”

“What’s your current TV obsession?”

“Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I’m watching for the third time already.” He shakes his head. “It’s just so good.”

“Favorite app?”

He takes a second to think. “Spotify.”

“Secret talent?”

Sirius looks at her over the rim over his cup. “This is going to shock you. Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Hockey.”

“You’re the worst.” Despite her words, Dorcas smiles. “What the most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?”

“Uh, probably going to Europe with some of the guys last year. We had a lot of fun, but it was crazy.”

“I can imagine it was. How would you define yourself in three words?”

“Tall, dark, and handsome.”

“And apparently not humble,” Dorcas teases. “Favorite piece of clothing?”

“Hoodies.”

“Clothing item everyone should have?”

“Hoodies.”

A door opens behind them and the camera turns; Remus walks out of the basement, covered in sweat as he wipes his forehead with the hem of his shirt and holds his skates in his other hand. “Baby, have you seen…” he trails off when he sees the group of people in the kitchen. Hattie’s tail thumps on the floor. “Um. Hello.”

“Hey, Remus, how are you doing?” Dorcas asks mildly.

The camera pans out to catch both Sirius, who is laughing quietly, and Remus, who flushes pink. “I’m good. I thought you were coming at ten?”

“It’s ten-thirty, sweetheart,” Sirius says, hiding his smile in his tea.

Remus glances at the clock before giving an awkward nod and walking toward the stairs. “I guess I’ll take a shower, then. Sorry about that. Uh, carry on.”

“What’s a superpower you would want?” Dorcas asks as soon as he disappears.

Sirius shakes his head with a grin. “Uh, teleportation. That would be really cool.”

“What’s inspiring you in life right now?”

“Ah, une grande question.” He thinks, then tilts his head toward the staircase. “Moments like that. And the Stanley Cup, of course.” He reaches back and knocks on the wooden cupboard.

“What cause is closest to your heart?”

“LGBT+ rights, especially trans rights. I’m privileged enough to have a platform and I intend to be loud as hell about that.”

“Good.” Dorcas sets her almost-empty mug on the table. “What’s one thing you’d say to your teenage self?”

Sirius lets out a long breath and drums his hands on the light blue ceramic of his cup. “I would say…it gets better. It really, really does. You’re going to feel super shitty for just a little bit longer, but then I promise you will be so incredibly happy that you wake up every morning and it hits you all over again.”

Dorcas nods, and the kitchen is quiet for a moment. “What’s a book that everyone should read?”

“The Hobbit, by J.R.R Tolkien.”

“What would you like to be remembered for?”

“This is going to sound so corny, but I want to be remembered for just being a good person.”

“That’s not corny. How do you define beauty?”

“Remus Lupin.”

“That’s corny,” she laughs, making him smile. “What do you love most about your body?”

“I’m a big guy, which can be a little bit intimidating, but it means I give really great hugs. I’m sure everyone saw the video that went around a while ago.”

“Cap Cuddles?”

He snorts. “Right. You’ve got Finn O’Hara to thank for that.”

“In your opinion, what’s the best way to take a rest or decompress?”

“Being alone,” Sirius says. “There is literally nothing better than getting home and sitting down with a book or something while I can hear Re doing his own thing and Hattie’s napping. It’s one of my favorite parts of the afternoon.”

“That’s the most introverted thing you’ve ever said.” Dorcas grins and finishes her tea just as a faint beeping noise begins in another room. “What’s your favorite way to experience art?”

“Through music, for sure.” He slides off the counter and walks down the hall, leading them toward the laundry room. He gives the camera crew a look as he pulls dry clothes out of the machine and heads back to the living room. “What? Did you think I didn’t do my own laundry?”

“You lost a sock,” Dorcas informs him, picking it off the ground and laying it on top of his head.

“Thanks, D.”

“What question do people ask that you wish they wouldn’t?”

“Lots of people have asked me when I decided to be gay, which is wrong on so many levels.”

“If you could master one instrument, what would it be?”

“Guitar or piano.” He dumps the load of laundry on the couch and opens the back door, holding it for the crew as they walk out into the sunshine. Hattie weaves through their legs and disappears into the bushes along the back.

“I might have to take your dog home with me. If you had a tattoo, where would it be?”

Sirius mock-glares at her. “Let me have my girl! Um, I would love to have a tattoo somewhere on my arm.”

“This might be a hard one. Dolphins or koalas?”

“Oh, that is hard. Probably dolphins. The ocean is terrifying but those little guys are just having a blast.”

“What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?” Dorcas asks as he picks up a tennis ball and throws it across the yard. Hattie emerges from the bushes and races after it in a blur of black fur.

“An engagement ring.”

“Yeah, it was.” Remus walks into the backyard and kisses Sirius’ cheek before bending down to catch Hattie in his arms. His hair is still damp from the shower. “Hello, sweet girl!”

“Who’s your favorite musician?”

“Queen.” Sirius laughs at her surprised look. “I’m gay, what did you expect?”

“True. What’s your favorite board game?”

“Monopoly.” Remus and Hattie disappear from the frame, but the bouncing sound of the tennis ball creates some background noise and Sirius watches them for a moment with pure affection.

“Favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Least favorite color?”

“Orange.”

“Bowties or knot ties?”

He frowns. “Don’t they all have knots?”

“Smartass.”

“Yep! Uh, regular ties.”

“Bowties are superior!” Remus calls.

“Get your own questions!” Sirius laughs.

“Going off your music answers: records or CDs?”

“I don’t own a lot of records, so I’m going to have to go with CDs. I love the way vinyl sounds, though.” His eyes widen as he looks to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Remus wheezes. “I didn’t need those ribs anyway.”

“For the viewers, the dog just football-tackled him into the grass,” Sirius says, and Dorcas snorts.

“Your hair is famously luscious. Blow-dry or air-dry?”

“Air dry.”

“Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, but tea is nice in the evenings.”

“What’s the weirdest word in the English language?”

Sirius laughs. “There are so many. Uh, ‘jeez’ is the one that comes to mind first.”

“What about the French language?”

“Oiseaux,” he says in a crisp accent. “It means ‘birds’, and you pronounce about three of the actual letters.”

“Good to know. Do you prefer dark chocolate or milk chocolate?”

“Dark chocolate.”

“Stairs or elevators?”

“Elevators. I don’t want to walk up three floors after playing hockey for two and a half hours.”

“Summer or winter?”

Sirius bites his lip in thought as they walk around the yard, where small flowers line the fence in beds and colorful pots. “I love summer because I have actual free time to be with my friends, but winter is hockey season. I don’t know, next question.”

“What’s a dessert you don’t like?”

“I’m not a huge fan of caramel. It’s too sticky.”

“A skill you’re working on mastering?”

“Will you ban me from more interviews if I say hockey?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, I’m working on keeping plants alive, as you can probably see.” He taps the nearest flowerpot gently with his foot; it has ‘Harry’ painted across it in sloppy blue letters. “My godson made that for my birthday.”

“What’s the best thing to happen to you today?”

“This, for sure,” he says with a smile. “I haven’t seen you and Marley in ages.”

“We missed you, too. What’s the worst thing that happened to you today?”

He pouts slightly. “Burning my tongue on tea.”

“Hugs or kisses?”

“Hugs! Though I’ll accept kisses from a few very specific people.”

“Do you have a favorite smell?”

He pauses and cranes his neck to look behind the cameras. “Re?”

“Yeah?”

“What shampoo do you use?”

“Uhhh…” There’s a moment of quiet. “It’s something with lavender, I think.”

Sirius turns back to Dorcas. “Something with lavender.”

“How specific,” she laughs. “What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?”

He smiles to himself. “There was a young woman, maybe sixteen or seventeen, that came to one of the games earlier this season. I saw her standing with a puck and went over, and while I was signing it she looks at me and says, ‘you are exactly what I wish my older brother was like’. Turns out, she was bisexual and her brother wasn’t super accepting of her. That was…” He shakes his head. “That meant the world to me. I’ll never forget it.”

“You’ve definitely made a big impact on the community,” Dorcas agrees. “What’s the last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?”

“I watched ‘Soul’ the other night and almost had to pause it at one point to pull myself together.”

“Do you prefer animated movies or live-action?”

“Animated, mostly because I wasn’t allowed to watch Disney movies as a kid, so I’ve been catching up as an adult and they rock.”

“What’s your nerdiest quality?

“I love watching documentaries.”

“Sweet or savory?” The back door creaks a bit as they walk back inside and the camera catches a few frames of Hattie and Remus running around the yard together.

“Sweet.”

“In ten years, you have a daughter. What age do you let her date?”

Sirius gives Dorcas a look. “Whenever she wants to. I’m going to impose curfews and stuff, but I’m the last person on the planet to police her love life.”

“Good answer. What’s a song you can listen to on repeat?”

“Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. Absolute banger.”

“If you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be?”

“Arthur Weasley,” he says after a moment. “I would love to know what it feels like to get up in the morning and know you’re about to spend another day wrangling our team. It’s a miracle he hasn’t killed us all with his clipboard.”

“How do you know you’re in love?”

“Oh.” Sirius blinks at her in surprise at the sudden topic change. “Well, for me, I think it’s just…being comfortable around someone. Being able to spend time with them without saying anything and knowing you’re safe, no matter what. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“What are you most excited about at this time in your life?”

A slight smile crinkles his eyes. “Getting married. That’s going to be awesome.”

“Who is your go-to for having a good laugh?”

“James Potter. He’s the best, and I love him.”

“Last question,” Dorcas says, sliding her list into her pocket. “Many LGBT+ people, especially teenagers, have spoken about how you’re an inspiration. Any words for them?”

Sirius hums in thought. “First of all, thank you for being so open and welcoming. I would never have expected the sheer force of people’s love to come through like that when so many people were saying horrible things. Second, to any kids out there who need to hear it: I’m proud of you. It takes a lot to be true to yourself and even if you’re still in the closet, you’re just as valid as the rest of us. Stay proud.”

“That’s a wrap.” Dorcas gives him a quick hug that he happily returns. “Thanks for letting us crash your morning, Cap.”

“Any time. Thanks for tuning in to Lion Pride, everyone!”

[the-ghost-king]

Okay since I couldn’t find my original post on the matter I’ll make another

It was awful that Nico was outed within the book, I know. 

 It’s awful because it might confuse young readers into thinking it’s okay to out their friends, and that Nico was outed and we didn’t even see it handled from his perspective... I understand that, I understand people’s complaints with that.

I acknowledge and recognize why other queer people would hate the scene. I know the fear that sets in when you think someone knows, and you don’t know how wrong the situation might go. I know that it feels like being doused in cold water, and the way your hands shake, and the way you can’t a swallow or find the words and you might be sweating but you feel cold. I know these thing intimately.

But fiction doesn’t inherently affect the reality of our world; it can but by no means is it guaranteed to do so. If someone chooses to take fiction as truth, and to use it as their guiding moral compass because they’ve been denied access to understanding more elaborate and subtextual ideas that’s a scary problem, but it’s not everyone else’s problem to deal with.

As a very young child I too was forcibly outed. 

It wasn’t fun. My parents decided that the best way to deal with the situation was to gaslight me into thinking that I didn’t know my feelings, telling me that I was “too young to think about that”. Telling me that I didn’t know anything, that I didn’t know my own feelings and thoughts and that I didn’t know my own heart. All the while they refused to even use words or labels that may have referenced queerness, no use of gay or bisexual or so on, nothing. 

After that they alienated me from my peers, in an attempt to “keep them safe”. I don’t think many people understand how harrowing it is to be told you can’t be friends with someone or talk to them or hang out with them because you might be attracted to them. It’s excruciating, and you truly do spend that time wishing you could be anyone else, anywhere else, you just want to be away. 

It burns. Hot.

Nico’s outing scene was fundamental to me. It didn’t change my life, but it sure did change how I viewed the world.

When Nico comes out, we’re struck not only with sympathy for him, but with hatred for Cupid. 

It doesn’t say it in the text, but when you read through the scene you can almost hear it, the broken quality of Nico’s voice laced with aggression when he says he liked Annabeth. The way that his voice shatters like glass when he admits his true feelings were for Percy, and you can almost hear the tone in Jason’s voice following too. Pure, clear, steady, and maybe even a little motherly in Nico’s direction; you can almost see the hurt-sympathetic look they share. 

You can see the dark look in Cupids eye, the wind swirling around him, the aura of power. You can see Nico before him, in pain, trying not to show how awful the sting of his situation is. The way Jason stands behind him, almost ready to fight Cupid for Nico if he would ask. 

We’re left with an appreciation for Jason, a sense of strong empathy for Nico, and a burning helpless rage towards Cupid.  

When I was forcibly outed, I didn’t have a Jason.

I didn’t have anyone, I was alone. I didn’t even really know what homophobia was. I was a child, alone, hurting, and told that I didn’t know what I was thinking after I had been forced to speak the truest parts of myself. 

For me at that point seeing Nico, a character who I had loved even before he was outed. A character who was portrayed with such incredible strength, kindness, and someone who I could see parts of myself already reflected in. To see him forcibly outed in such a manner, just in the same way that I had been, made me feel that one day everything would be okay. 

It made me think, that if he could get up from that and be okay. I could too. 

I didn’t have to lay down and give up, if he was really like me, I could fight too. 

Beyond that, he had Jason. 

I didn’t have a friend there, I didn’t have anyone, just me, them, and my undiagnosed demons. I was entirely alone, in the face of people who had always been my symbol of love, and I was also experiencing how cruel love can be. 

But Jason was symbolic in that scene, Jason was the representative of hope in that scene. 

Cupid was awful, horrid and cruel, a bully in his own right. But Jason wasn’t.

Jason didn’t force Nico to say more than what was necessary for him to understand, Jason looked at Nico and he called Nico brave. He saw strength where in my life I had only been taught that queerness was supposed to hurt. And Nico having a friend as kind hearted as Jason told me that there were still trust worthy people out there who would love and care for me. That when the time came, and I was outed again, whether by choice or circumstance, those good people wouldn’t hurt me further. 

They would look and despite the mess they may have seen, they would have accepted me as an equal. 

Lots of people upset with the scene talk about how it reminded them that they could be outed at any minute, but I’m probably one of the few people who had the childhood experience of being forcibly outed (and alienated as a result) to compare to the scene. 

I understand why others can dislike it, and I can respect and acknowledge not only their feelings but I can also understand how they feel. It is much less common I see anyone acknowledge that they enjoyed Nico’s coming out scene and that’s fine as well, minorities are not a monolith. 

That’s the main point though, minorities aren’t a monolith. It’s fine to have your opinions and to express those, it’s fine to say “I felt like this” but that doesn’t give you right to tell anyone else how to feel- and that doesn’t mean different feelings on a matter are bad or wrong, they are simply different. 

The point is I’m starting to see this discourse start up again and I’m not pleased, there is place enough of respect and understanding for everyone, love your siblings in fandom don’t tear them down for having different thoughts. Also, don’t be so quick to try to convince them you’re right, or that they can’t have a certain opinion, instead try to think about why they might have a certain opinion and sympathize.

You are allowed to have opinions on things, you’re allowed to express and share those opinions on things; but your opinions are not cold hard fact, and stating them as such won’t win you any brownie points with me at least. 

You might be thinking, god who cares, it’s just one situation- but it’s not. 

It’s time and time again, just because someone doesn’t share your opinion or thoughts doesn’t mean you get to immediately write them off as ridiculous or stupid for having a different interpretation of the event. That’s not an open excuse for homo/transphobia or racism or anti-Semitism and so on, but their is a thing called nuance and just because someone has a different take on a situation doesn’t mean that they’re homophobic or that they have internalized things to still overcome. 

We all have different life experiences, and that means we all have different interpretations of what is good and bad representation. Minorities aren’t a monolith doesn’t mean someone is only allowed to express their discontent at something in a different way than you, it means they can love an aspect of something that you think is horrible representation. 

It means that you can dislike Nico’s coming out scene but you can’t tell everyone else that you are 100% morally right for that opinion, because some people do enjoy it and see it as a realistic aspect of the reality they live in. Just because someone likes Nico’s coming out scene for its realism, doesn’t mean they’re allowed to present their opinion as 100% morally right or factual. 

They’re very different interpretations, and very different ideas. 

At the very least, stop calling the scene homophobic. Also, don’t place it on a pedestal as the best coming out scene ever. 

Nico di Angelo is easily one of, if not, the first gay character in children’s media. And he was the first gay character in a popular children’s media, published by Disney of all people- in the early 2000s.

 Even now? Finding a full fledged out character who is also gay is hard. Disney still thinks hand out from a cop talking about her wife in Onward are things worthy of praise. 

I know a lot of the fandom is young, I know there’s some people in the fandom as young as 10. I know this, I’m not unware of that. I know that lots of people weren’t around for the earlier part of the fandom, and I know a lot of people younger than me, and even some my own age, don’t understand the context of the time period in which Nico came out. 

The series is very much a product of its time. And I know that’s statement usually reserved from books from the early 1900s that use slurs like it’s nothing. But House of Hades, is 7 years old now, Twitter only had 2,000 employees then, Musically wouldn’t be released for another year,  Vine was still running and popular at the time of Nico’s coming out, One Direction was still playing venues together at the time. 

That is the context of the space and time in which Nico came out. You can’t interpret an event like that as though it’s 2021. 

And before anyone starts, I’m not attacking anyone, I’m not even upset with anyone. But if you’re going to have a strong opinion on something and argue how awful it was, have good supporting point and know the nuance of what you’re talking about. 

Basically, stop presenting opinions in fandom spaces as fact. Your feelings aren’t cold hard truth in any situation, at best they’re a supporting argument. Learn nuance of the circumstances in which an aspect of something was presented in, quit holding the thoughts of the 2020s to previous time periods. Beyond that ‘minorities aren’t a monolith’ doesn’t mean I have to agree with you with different reasoning, it means we can both completely disagree and we do in fact actually have to respect each other despite that. Also, please learn historical basis and nuance when formulating opinions, ignoring subtext culturally will have devastating context and you can fit your opinions and full analysis into 280 characters. 

Like I said, I’m not angry, I’m not attacking anyone, and I’m not saying that homophobia/transphobia or anything similar is remotely okay. I’m not even saying it’s okay to hold something from now to the standards of then. Just please actually take time to read this because it’s not unimportant.

The fandom has “refreshed” pretty recently, and even multiple times since I first started interacting with it years ago...It’s fine to criticize or to call aspects of media into question, it does exist fully and entirely to be consumed critically, that is the point of media. Just don’t forget where you came from, and don’t argue that your 30 character text post on a situation is undeniable truth. 

Thank you for taking the time to read this all the way through, I do genuinely appreciate it.

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #normally i don't use tags for these sorts of posts #but fuck it i feel reckless #fandom homophobia

[snickiebear]

Hello hello nadia, i’m in a leesaku mood today so pls indulge me with a three-sentence fic for this lil prompt “you are my best friend and I’ve known you platonically for years now but every time you look at me I get fireworks in my chest and butterflies in my stomach” tysm ilyyyy ❤️❤️❤️❤️

haha... this is, two days late. NIASDUKDSK IM SO SORRY THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST YOURE THE BEST ILY

side note: this is.... kind of what you wanted? AND LMAO ITS NOT THREE SENTENCES AGAIN WHOOPS

side side note: this is now crossposted bc i liked it a lot tbh :")

a cocoon in the heart, a spark in the brain.

It starts with a glance. An innocent, fleeting look. Naruto’s smile is too bright to look at for more than a handful of seconds and Sasuke’s glare is too dark to find anything of interest, so Sakura glances away, as she always does.

She glances away and there is Lee, dirtied and bloodied but he holds Neji’s hand, Tenten tucked under his arm, and is laughing, tears streaming down his face. He must have felt her eyes because he looks over and sends her a beaming smile. 

And. And her heart picks up, her breath catches. 

She quickly looks over to Naruto and Sasuke, being blinded by the light and dark both, and tries her best to not think of why one look from Lee can breed butterflies and moths in her stomach. 

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They rebuild the village and everyone endures. Sasuke leaves once more because he is a boy who has never known staying, he has never stayed long enough to put roots in, to know how to stay. So, Naruto and Sakura let him go. 

(If she is being honest, Sakura is more than happy to have him leave. Sasuke will always be a rotten fruit in the tangle of her feelings, something that she will never quite understand, something that will haunt her no matter what she does. If he is not there, she does not have to think about it. He’s like a curse, and it hurts her to think that but it is true.)

Kakashi is the Hokage and Sakura is still laughing at him, clutching her stomach and howling at her friend’s “misfortune” as he calls it.

“Mah,” Kakashi half drawls, half pleads. “Must you laugh at your poor ex-sensei?”

Naruto is losing his absolute shit as they clutch each other to stay standing. “Kaka-sensei you do not look good in white.”

“It,” Sakura gasps, wiping tears from her face, “It-It really washes you out!”

Naruto’s knees give out and they both tumble to the ground, a mess and tangle of laughing limbs and leaking eyes. 

Kakashi sighs heavily from his desk but she knows he’s having just as much fun as they are. Kakashi is her best friend, she knows how he is when he’s drunk out of his mind and when he’s trying to bite back laughter. 

The door swings open and Lee steps in with Team Gai flanking him. Neji recovered incredibly well thanks to Sakura’s magic hands (as Naruto has deemed them) and they’ve been taking low ranking missions since he was deemed fit to return to duty. 

It takes a few moments for Sakura and Naruto’s heaving, snorting laughter to subside as Kakashi clears his throat, his eyes crinkling up in the way Sakura knows he’s really trying not to laugh. 

She looks up and glances at Lee, to find him already watching her, his eyes soft and smile softer. Sakura is a God Slayer along with Naruto and Sasuke, she has faced down hundreds of opponents with only her raw fists and come up victorious, she has dragged people back from the brink of death with a tap. 

Sakura does not blush. Out right refuses to. 

“Hey,” All breathless and raw from laughter.

Lee’s smile widens as he steps forward to offer his hand, she takes it without hesitation and thanks the God whose heart she ripped out that he was wearing gloves. She can feel the heat through them nonetheless. Sakura does her best not to shiver as their eyes meet. 

“You guys heading in or out?” Naruto asks after he hauled himself onto his feet, not hiding the way he eyes Lee and Sakura’s hands. The entire room’s eyes are on them. 

“In,” Tenten says slowly, and Sakura does not blush as she carefully extracts her hand from Lees and does not think about why there are fireworks exploding within her mind, why she misses the heat and the way his hand encompasses hers. 

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.

.

She sees him everywhere now. 

At the Rusty Kunai, at the training fields, at lunch, sometimes even in the hospital. And every damn time he smiles at her, she feels like she’s coming back to life and being stabbed in the heart. 

Sakura has no idea if this was love or just lust. What she felt for Sasuke was not love, that was obsession and cruelty. She had crushes on civilian boys but they were too soft, unmarred compared to her countless scars, visible or not. 

Ino stares at her as if she’s the stupidest person in the world and Sakura smacks her for it. She hopes it leaves a bruise. The Bitch. “Stop giving me that look, Pig. I’ll hit you again, don’t tempt me.”

Ino glares as she rubs her arm, sticking out her tongue. “It isn’t my fault you aren’t using that big forehead of yours! You’re telling me that you two drink together, train together, you go to lunch together, he even visits you at the hospital because he knows you haven’t eaten or slept. And then you tell me you get all those stupid fluttery feelings and you don’t know what it means?”

And well. When she puts it like that. . .

Sakura pouts and crosses her arms, “It's confusing!”

“You’re a genius. An actual genius, Sakura.” Ino deadpans. “Your IQ is literally right next to Shikamaru’s. Lee has been in love with you since we were twelve! There is no way you don’t know what this means.”

Groaning, Sakura slumps into Ino’s lap, hiding her face in Ino’s thigh. “When did you become so smart?”

“When I made out with Hinata and then fucked her.” Ino says easily and Sakura laughs. “What? Don’t laugh! It's true!” 

Ino cackles when Sakura pinches her calf.

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Lee moves with such elegance that Sakura aches with it. 

This boy made man who had known nothing but sweat and hardship, who still cups things with such tender and care, who moves so fluidly and hits so brutally.  

They are both the earth, solid and unyielding, they are the water, the hills, the mountains. They are unbreakable because they have broken themselves apart, pushed themselves past the very limit to reach where they are.

Sakura and Lee are 20 and they have saved the world. 

Now, they tear apart the training grounds just to keep life interesting. 

With every dodged fist her heart quickens because Lee is smiling and laughing, calling friendly taunts as she grins right back. 

This is nothing like Team 7’s spars, all bloodied teeth and snarling as Sasuke underestimates her again and again and again. Kakashi, Sai, and Yamato know better. Naruto is learning slowly. Sasuke never pays attention enough to know.  

No, sparring with Lee is like dancing, is like thriving, and a fresh breath of air at night as fireworks light up the sky and a butterfly lands on your nose. 

She lands a kick to his ribs and spends him flying back as she advances swiftly, pinning him down with a hand on his chest, knees on either side of his hips. 

A long pause as they try to catch their breathes.

They’re both breathing heavily, Sakura cannot tear her eyes away from him as he reaches a hand to tuck loose hair behind her ear.

“Lee,” She breathes, ignoring the way her face burns and the way butterflies have swarmed her insides, how her heart is raging against her ribcage. “Lee I-”

“Sakura.” Lee says, voice deep and rumbly and cracking. “Sakura, will you go out to lunch with me? Forever. Well, hopefully forever- you are so very Youthful, you are incredibly Strong, you do not need my protection, but Sakura, let me protect you anyways, just as you will me. Sakura-”

She channels her inner Ino and leans down to kiss him, all lips, teeth and tongue. His hands settle on her waist and he flips them without breaking contact and if they weren’t in public, well. . .

Sakura pulls back breathless and wide eyes before forcing the words out, “I’ve known you for years Lee, you’re one of my best friends.” Her hand on his chest can feel the way his breath catches, the way his heart is pounding. “Everytime you look at me I get fireworks in my chest and butterflies in my stomach. They’ve bred and infested my very insides, my brain blooms and rots with the thought of you.” 

He is shaking beneath her, staring at her as if she is Divine and Righteous and she cannot think of anything else she would want except his eyes on her. 

“Lunch?” She breathes, hand at the base of his neck. “I would like to have lunch with you. Forever. If the offer still stands.” 

Lee smiles wide and bright as he stands, pulling Sakura up with him, “The offer will always stand, Sakura. For you, there is very little I would not do.”

She kisses him again and hand in hand they go to lunch.

Facts:

The very first day Lee saw Sakura a cocoon formed within his heart, everytime after that more would form, more would crack.

The butterflies and moths have a home in his heart but only come alive when they see her.

They never die, no matter what he does.

He saw her crack the world open with a first, saw her tear open a God’s chest. He was the first thing she looked at after. He thought he would become alight with it all.

Lee loves Sakura. He always has, he always will. His heart has a butterfly garden full of fireworks just for her.

Her laugh makes his skin prickle, makes his muscles loose. He is addicted to it.

She looks at him like she sees the green of the trees and the blue of the sky. Lee revels in it.

Sakura loves Lee and it nearly breaks him.

He will take her out to lunch until the day they die and well after.

The butterflies and moths and fireworks never go away for either of them. It is the beauty of it all.

#leesaku #silly things from silly friends #sakulee #a shared pen

[kaiqarker]

off my chest

pairing: xavier plympton x reader

warnings: love confession, smut

summery: on the run from a deranged killer stalking the grounds of camp redwood, you and xavier take shelter in one the cabins. knowing you may not have much time left with each other, secrets are confessed and lead to the two of you making the most of your brief moment of safety.

“YOU WERE RIGHT,” xavier admitted through labored breaths, dirt streaking his vibrant jacket and small cuts gracing his skin from running into numerous branches. “this whole thing was a bad idea.”

she didn’t look much better, sweat sticking to her skin and her hair a bit disheveled from the whole running for their lives ordeal. they were separated from the rest of the group, and quite frankly she didn’t know who was even still alive or not, but she hoped they had gotten to someplace relatively safe like her and xavier.

after aimlessly running through the woods, they stumbled upon the boys cabin, which was luckily vacant of any of the lurking murderers they were trying to get away from. so they locked the door behind them, xavier pushing the couch against the door for good measure, and hoped that they would be safe — even if it was for a few moments.

“no, really? going to newly reopened camp that is the home of one of the most gruesome massacres of all time wasn’t a good idea?” the girl replied bitterly, staring at the barricaded door for a few seconds before allowing herself to sit down on one the beds.

she wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her manicured hand, glancing down to see her once freshly white sneakers were now stained with mud. she didn’t need a mirror to understand she wasn’t necessarily looking her best.

the bed shifted with xavier’s weight as he settled down beside her, his styled blonde hair somehow still looking perfect despite everything they had been through tonight. “no one forced you to come.”

“please. when you found out about this you begged me to come with, said i’d be missing out on so much fun. well, guess what, xavier? my idea of fun isn’t getting murdered.”

“how was i supposed to know this would happen?! i just... wanted to get away. from everything.”

“right. because your pristine life as an aerobics intructer is so stressful.”

he looked over at her, eyeing her still heaving chest and the angry expression coating her lovely face. she appeared to be mad at him, lips tucked into a thin line and fierce eyes staring forward, but xavier knew this was just something to distract herself from showing how really scared she was.

the blonde sighed, and quieted down for a moment. he didn’t want to argue with her. not now. not when with one wrong move he could end up killing them if he made one more stupid decision. he couldn’t let her die.

she felt a slight sensation on top of her head and craned her neck to see that xavier had reached over and pulled a stray leaf out of her hair. she studied the gentle way he grasped it and how he let it float down and land on the floor beneath their feet. her eyes found his and her expression softened.

“this... this isn’t actually your fault, you know?” she whispered to him, stunned for the millionth time by how blue his eyes were.

“yes it is. i brought us all here. i was stupid and selfish and naive.”

“you’re not. xavier i-“

“no, no. stop,” he interrupted, voice trembling slightly from the emotion stirring up within him. it was definitely a rare sight to see; he wasn’t plastering around his cocky smirk or showing off the mischievous glints found within his eyes.

“i have something to tell you. something that i haven’t told anyone else. not chet or montana or ray or brooke.”

she reached over and clasped one of his hands lying limp on his lap, feeling the smooth skin and the warmth radiating from it. “you can tell me anything.”

“the reason- why i wanted to get away so bad is because i... got mixed up in some bad business. with some very powerful people. and i thought if i took this councilor job, and you and everyone else came with me, i could forget all about it. just spend a carefree summer with my friends, not thinking about my mistakes. i was stupid to think they wouldn’t follow me here.”

“that guy. who was killed outside the showers. is he one of the people you were running away from?”

“yeah. he’s, uh, a porn producer.”

her eyes widen in disbelief at his answer, mouth agape. “you-you were in a porno?”

he nods hesitantly, expecting her to yank her her hand back and stare at him in disgust. instead, she does something he doesn’t expect: she laughs. not a tiny giggle or a breathy laugh, a full on burst of uncontrollable laughter that made her head fall back and her lips stretch into a amused grin.

“you think this is funny?” his says as he watches her slowly calm down, his lips twitching because seeing the humor in her eyes makes him want to smile and let out a chuckle of his own.

“oh, i think this is hilarious.”

“you know what? quiet down before someone hears us. i can’t believe you.” xavier shakes his head and playfully pushes her hand off of him, pretending he wanted nothing to do with her now.

“sorry. i’ll stop, i’ll stop,” she breathes out, smiling as her laughter finally dies down. “i just can’t believe it. you were in a porno. was it just you and some girl?”

“it was a gay porno.” he admitted with a scrunched up face.

“wait. you’re gay?”

“no! no, i’m not. which makes it worse.”

“you mean which makes it funnier.”

“we could die any minute and you choose to spend your potentially last minutes with me by making fun of me?”

“been doing that since the day we met. why change it up now?” she asks, feeling a thousand times better than when they first arrived at this place. xavier always seemed to have that effect. he always made her feel better.

he finally lets himself smile at that remark, turning to face her once more. she gazed right back at him, knowing that there was no one else she’d rather be here with. if she was going to die tonight, then she was glad it was going to be with him.

xavier’s grin slowly fades away as their shared look turns into something more intense. his eyes drift from hers for a moment, memorizing how stray stands of hair framed her defined face. how flushed her cheeks were from all the sprinting. how adorable the upturn of her nose was. how pink and kissable her parted lips were.

“you know, since we are getting things off our chest...” he murmured breathlessly, leaning down towards her.

“yeah?”

“i’ve kind of always been in love with you.”

she doesn’t say anything for a moment, processing his words, which makes xavier’s heart start to patter anxiously in his chest. he starts to wonder if he ruined the moment, if it was the wrong thing to say at a time like this, if-

his whirlwind thoughts are put to a stop by her intrusive set of lips colliding with his own. he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, shocked to see her eyelids fluttering shut and her mouth molded to his. he didn’t believe this was actually happening, but the warmth and softness of her lips pulled him out of his bewildered state and allowed him to finally kiss her back.

immediately, he was addicted to the sensation, taking control of the kiss and using his hands to pull her body closer to his, tilting his head to deepen it further. she felt his fingers wrap around the sides of her waist, holding her securely in place while she herself got lost in the magnificent train wreck that was xavier plympton.

when they break apart for air, she can feel his hot breath fanning her face, eyelids cracking open to see his beautiful face. “i’m kind of in love you too.”

“of course you are. i’m irresistible,” he utters confidently as if seconds beforehand he wasn’t a nervous wreck, which makes her shake her head, amused.

“i was wondering where my cocky prick went.”

“i’m never far, baby.” he winked, encouraging her to giggle softly against his frame, hands grabbing ahold of his jacket.

“i thought chef bertie was your baby.” the girl reminds him, feeling his hands venture from her waist to the end of her shirt, clutching of the fabric.

“you know you’re my number one girl,” xavier utters against her lips, going in for another quick kiss before pulling away from her again. “now, why don’t you let me take this off your chest.”

“we could die any minute and you choose to spend your time trying to get me out of my clothes?” she quoted him, smiling the tiniest bit.

“been trying to since the day we met. why change it up now?” he played along, pushing the piece of clothing up further and revealing more skin until she took over for him and pulled her top all the way off.

she felt his eyes trained on her bra-clutched chest as she pushed his lavender-colored jacket over his shoulders. he didn’t waste any more of their fleeting time, guiding her gently onto her back and crawling on top of her. her legs parted for him, allowing xavier to slot himself between them effortlessly.

fingers carded through his soft and silky hair when she kissed him once more, barely comprehending how one of his hands slid up her thigh and under her skirt. although she sure did notice when she felt his fingertips press against her covered core, gasping and allowing xavier to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue into her mouth. his pants became tighter as he understood the fabric covering her cunt was already damp.

becoming impatient, the blonde diverts his attention to getting her panties off and down her legs. he sits up slightly, breaking the collision of their lips and hooking his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. while he yanked them off her body, he sensed her mouth move to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there lightly, a soft moan escaping him from the contact.

“i don’t think we should do this if you can’t keep quiet,” she whispers into his ear, making him shiver from the sensation.

he eventually smirks from her attempt at teasing him, his hands working on getting his pants undone. “trust me, princess, i’m not the one who’s going to have trouble keeping quiet.”

“is that so?”

he hums in confirmation, positioning himself on top of her again. she helps him slide his pants and underwear down enough so his cock could be let out of its confinements, slightly disappointed they didn’t have enough time to get fully undressed and really make the most of their first time together. but, knowing xavier, she was sure he wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied by this quick encounter.

the girl underneath of him shudders when she feels him line himself up with her entrance, her arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him impossibly closer to her. her heart is beating wildly, but in sync with the boy on top of her, and all of the unsureness about taking such a risk in this dangerous situation faded away when their eyes locked once more. she wanted this. he wanted this.

xavier watched her facial expression carefully when he slowly began to guide his hard and fully erect cock inside of her, searching for any sign of discomfort that would tell him to stop. he only ended up finding her glowing eyes trained on him and the sight of her lips parting to suck in a deep breath. he had trouble keeping his breathing steady himself, the warmth and tightness of her walls squeezing his shaft affecting him immensely. he had to bite his lip to keep from emitting another pleased moan.

“you feel so fucking good,” she murmurs once he is finally all the way in, the helpless tone found in her voice spurring him on more.

“you feel even better,” he sighs, burying his head in the crook of her neck while he started up a slow pace, hips gently knocking against hers.

her nails begin to sink into the flesh of his shoulders that his muscle tank didn’t cover up, back arching up off of the thin mattress in an attempt to deepen his thrusts that were starting to spark waves of pleasure through her body. mindlessly, she allows her head to get buried more in the plush pillow and for her legs to spread wider for him, knowing she could never get enough of this.

“faster, please.”

“are you begging?”

she could feel his smirk against her skin, the hand that hooked her leg over his waist tightening its hold on her. “if that’s what you want to call it. just fuck me harder.”

he obliges to her wishes, the steady and slow pace of his movements picking up speed and force. his hips crashed into hers, which were attempting to match his thrusts, and it automatically gets harder for both of them to remain quiet. xavier sinks his teeth into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, biting hard enough to make a mark and muffling the groan that would have echoed throughout the cabin. she settled for digging further into his shoulders with her nails, which soon turned into scratching as she dragged them down his back.

tiny whimpers escaped her, which she somehow kept relatively low, his name sometimes coming out in a desperate whisper as well. apart of him was relieved that they both managed to keep it down, not attracting anyone from the outside, but then there was this other part of him. and that other part was curious what it would be like if he purposely made her moan a little louder, if he made her so intoxicated by him that she’d chant his name like a prayer.

he pulls back from her neck, hovering his face over her hers, feeling her chest heave against his from their shallow breathing. she looked as if she was struggling to contain herself, lips quivering and eyes holding a subtle look of strain. maybe it was the simple sight of her, maybe it was how good she felt wrapped around him, or maybe it was the temptation to take this risk further, but whatever it was, it encouraged him to pull both of legs up further up his waist, changing the angle perfectly so he rammed into that one spot that made her lose any form of common sense.

“xavier-“ she protests, panic twisting her features as an overload of pleasure suddenly comes over her. “i-i can’t-“

“you can. come on. show me how much you’re enjoying this. let everyone left alive at this camp hear. i don’t fucking care anymore.”

“fuck you. this isn’t fair.” she whines, eyes screwing shut. she was seconds away from moaning loudly and surrendering to him in their unspoken game.

“sorry, babe, but i’m not dying without hearing you scream my name as you fall apart.” he murmurs back to her, pace still unrelenting. he even intensifies her pleasure more by snaking a hand between her thighs, applying pressure to her clit.

that was when she couldn’t control herself anymore, letting out a choked cry, which was significantly higher in volume. the girl clutched xavier tighter, sensing the pressure that had been building up within her lower abdomen grow more restless. she trembled, muscles straining underneath her smooth skin while she arched her back, needing to be even closer to him. all the while xavier watched, panting and enjoying the view of the love of his life losing any bit of self control left because of him.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers against his lips, their foreheads coming together as xavier focused fully on his harsh movements.

“go ahead, baby. cum around my cock.” xavier encourages, planting soft kisses along her jawline lovingly. it was getting unbelievably harder to control himself, the way her body felt pressed against his, closer than ever before, wrecking him completely; he was on the brink as well.

with a few more snaps of his hips and radical motions along her clit, she came undone, intense pleasure shooting through her. her toes curled while the rest of her body convulsed underneath him, a loud curse passing her lips before he rendered her speechless. her mouth was left ajar, stunned by the intensity and the blissful feeling of it slowly fading away. the experience was nothing short of extraordinary; he was extraordinary.

xavier exclaimed a rather strident moan himself, the sensation of her pussy pulsating around his dick, hugging him euphorically, sending him right to the edge. he even moves to pull out, knowing he was seconds away from orgasming, but is stopped suddenly by her legs clamping around his waist. this time xavier is the one seeming panic and confused and overwhelmed, looking down to search her decomposed face for answers.

she stares back up with eyes that glimmer of passion, a mixture of lust and love, and he swears he’s never seen anything so compelling. “if we’re risking everything, you might as well cum inside of me.”

“i love you so much.” he cries out before muffling any noise by connecting his lips with hers once more, his impending orgasm finally taking over. she feels his release engulf her insides, mixing with her own, something within itself that makes her feel complete.

he stills after a few more lazy thrusts, collapsing on top of her, the exhaustion of this stressful night catching up with both of them. she raises a hand to play with the few strands of hair that fell out of place during this whole ordeal, calm and comforted in this moment they knew was fleeting.

“is it bad?” he questions after propping his head up, blue eyes sparkling in moonlight- lit room.

she knew he was referring to his hair he spent too much time on in the morning, but decides to let her humor take over. “yes, the sex is bad. this isn’t going to work out.”

“you’re so mean to me,” he mutters, shaking his head from side to side with the faintest hint of a smile. “even after i gave you the best sex of your life.”

she opens her mouth to rebuttal, but abrupt pounding on the cabin door halts any words that would have made their way into xavier’s attentive ears. the boy on top of her jumps up at the sound, sending a frantic glance to the barricaded entrance, watching the wooden door vibrate with each hard knock. she sits up as well, ignoring the liquid mess that slipped from the apex of her thighs and stained the sheets.

another set of persistent collisions, appearing heavier and harsher as they used more of their strength to try to break through, was what sent them both into action. xavier hurriedly throws y/n her shirt before yanking his pants back up his legs, shuffling around a bit to fully get them around his waist and buttoned once more. she has her top back over her head in an instant, rushing to her feet and using her discarded panties to quickly clean herself up.

“that can’t be good,” she whispers, fear altering her tone once more.

“i know. let’s get out of here.” he grabs her hand, leading her to the back of the cabin.

seconds later breeze was flowing through an open window, the curtain fluttering as if it was waving in the pair’s dismissal. and they went on, knowing that whatever they faced, they wouldn’t face it alone.

#xavier plympton #ahs #au #cody fern #xavier plympton smut #xavier plympton x you #xavier plympton x reader

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

And he said, I hope you know how to swim

A/N: this is for the gift exchange from @itfandomprompts! My giftee is @iheartthoreau who asked for shy skinny dipping lovers and jealous Eddie. I’m sorry it’s out so late, I hope you enjoy it anyway! 

Summary:  The Derry midnight breeze is freezing, Eddie notes, still dressed in a shirt and pants and dreading having to get rid of them. He’s bare foot now, standing on top of the quarry and peering down into the glinting lake. Next to him, also bare foot, Richie looks over his shoulder, and laughs, bright and innocent. 

warnings: skinny dipping, mentioned of nudity (but nothing graphic)

read on a3o

The atmosphere of six best friends who’ve just moved past the worst stages in their life cackles in Eddie’s brain.

He’s buzzed up, energized beyond all logic by the laughter and loving gestures so carelessly tossed around in their group. Pennywise is dead, and with it the looming threat following each of them around and the teasing unhappiness hinting at what they were missing but not giving any clues as to what.

It’s all over now, and a road full of new opportunities lays ahead of them. Everyone is acting loose, ecstatic with the weight that fell off their shoulders. Eddie’s feeling a tad guilty too, for calling Myra and informing her that way about their upcoming divorce that he’s going to set in motion as soon as he’s had a good night sleep, but he felt so brave after surviving a literal killer clown, that he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

A part of him was also frightful that he’d lose his courage, between now and getting home, that he’d look around his house and accept that this was all he was destined for, a mediocre life with a wife he didn’t love and a job that sucked the joy out of all employees. Myra deserved better though, and that’s why Eddie’s guilty eyeing his phone, debating on calling her back. He won’t take back what he said, because he’s relieved to have put it out in the open, but he’s unsure if he should have been more empathetic towards her feelings in all of this. If he should have ended the call after telling her to take care.

Bev notices his wandering eyes from where she seated beside him on the couch, the woman still laughing a stitch, shifting forward and hiding his phone in between seat cushions. Out of sight out of mind so to speak.

‘We’ve got time to worry about it tomorrow Eddie.’ She says, and she’s right. Tomorrow both him and Bev will have to deal with the intricacies of divorce and separating a company and a home. Tonight is reserved for the losers only.

‘Yeah Eds, and here I was assuming that after twenty years we’d have some stuff to catch up on.’

Richie regards him from the floor, legs tossed up upon the couch with his body upside down. His glasses are sliding off, but he’s lazy to fix them, so he looks like even more of a goofball than normal. If Eddie could, if he didn’t feel like his intentions would be even more noticeable if he did, he’d scoot over to Richie, adjusting his glasses and letting his fingers trail his cheek and bask in the skin to skin contact.

‘You never did anything interesting before we went to college, what makes you think you’ve done something interesting after?’ Eddie’s tongue is sharp, a façade he builds to stop speculation about his feelings towards Richie, though the truth is that he is intrigued and he craves to know every small detail about his life outside of Derry.

‘No you guys are not starting this again. I’m sick of your bickering,’ Bill interjects, rolling his eyes at the pair.

‘I reject that big Bill, we’re hilarious, you can’t be sick of us bickering when you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing it for the last twenty years. Michael, back me up here buddy.’

‘Sorry Rich, I’m not getting involved in the slightest.’

‘Yeah guys come on, can’t we have one quiet night in?’

‘What so Eddie can just call me boring and I’m supposed to let it slide? Me? I’m the fireworks on the Fourth of July, the highest roller coaster in the park and the whipped cream on strawberries, but I am not boring.’ Richie changes positions, almost accidentally knocking over his beer bottle. He theatrically waves his arms back and forth, trying to animate his words and add conviction.

‘Okay, okay you’re not boring, but don’t overrate yourself either. The most adventurous thing you ever did in high school was skip a class to read a comic book in the school’s bathroom. Not exactly daredevil behavior.’

Bev sips from her whiskey, winking at Richie whose face turns beet red for a reason Eddie can’t decipher. It’s not until Bev conspicuously blows out a gust of air with her lips puckered that Eddie connects the dots.

‘Didn’t you say you ditched because you were smoking with Beverly? Dude did you fucking lie about that? I was worried you’d die and get cancer ever since that day you piece of shit.’

‘No I definitely did smoke. I swear.’

‘You’re not kidding anyone Rich, I vouched for you all those years ago, but I’m not doing it again. Little Richie was a comic book nerd who just pretended to be really cool. We never ever smoked together.’

The losers all holler, clapping their hands together and cheering on the exposure of their foulmouthed friend, debunking all the story Richie apparently made up where he and Be had to sneak out at night to smoke inconspicuously, with the exception of Eddie and Richie. Eddie, because he’s busy glaring at Richie and Richie because he’s busy tapping Bill’s hand away, teasingly disheveling his hair.

Eddie wishes he was brave enough to give these little affections to his friend, especially after witnessing how soothed Richie got when Eddie hugged him after Neibolt, when he had dropped his face into the nape of Eddie’s neck and stayed there, swaying on his feet of exhaustion. It would only make him a good friend, a best friend, but Eddie is still so damn afraid.

He might have had the power to separate from his wife and kill an abstract form of his deepest fears, but Bowers angry yelled words, such as fairy and faggot, swung to his head any time he and Richie graveted closer while walking, haunt him even now.

Touching is off limits the words tell him, so he shows affection the only way he’s ever known towards Richie, by bickering and pulling pigtails.

‘I should have expected that.’ Eddie nods vehemently, laughing as Richie’s mouth drops open in a shocked manner.

‘Are you kidding me? Eddie Spaghetti is the one telling me I’m a loser?’

Eddie flips him off, ignoring Mike’s whispered; ‘he’s got a point’, in favor of levitating his full attention on Richie. The giggling in the room elevates an octave higher.

‘You all laugh’, Richie addresses the entire group, ‘but was I not the one who came up with the idea for the list?’

Abruptly, all sounds snap off, as everyone is snapped back to the past. Even Richie is, at face value, confused about the word he spoke, until the concept and creation of the list is brought to the forefront of everyone’s mind.

‘Holy shit.’

‘Oh my god Mike please tell me you still have it.’

Mike shakes his head with a far-off look. ‘Sorry guys, I don’t know who had it last but I never found it again.’ He’s saddened by it, like he did them all an injustice by not holding on to a flimsy piece of paper.

The List, capital L, was nothing more but a checklist, composed with all the fun and dangerous things the losers all had hopes of doing after graduating high school. Eddie remembers now, the hushed laughter and uncompromisable joy that came with the simple idea of these things, how everyone pitched in and added dare after dare while him and Stan exchanged glances and hoped to god that some things would never be executed.

‘That’s okay Mike, I’m just happy we can all remember making it.’ Ben smiles reassuringly Mike’s way, who smiles back and takes a deep breath.

‘Wait, I think I can recall some of the things we wrote on there. Hold on’, Bev squeezes her eyes shut and snaps her finger in the hope it will get to her faster. ‘Oh’, she exclaims, startling Bill who chokes on his own saliva, ‘we were going to visit Europe, do a high rope parkour, rock climb and some other things I can’t remember right now.’

‘Didn’t we also agree to volunteer in a hospital and go camping in the national forest?’ Ben asks, awaiting confirmation.

‘Yeah we did, Stan was throwing a fit over going camping because of the environment and the dirt, but we were well on our way to convince him.’

‘Wow,’ Richie breathes, chest puffing up and head dropping back into the couch so his face isn’t visible to the rest. ‘I forgot all about that, but come to think of it, I’m pretty sure I did most of those things with Bryan.’

And who the fuck is Bryan? Certainly not Eddie, sweating in fear from the things that were being listed, searching for the most extreme dares he’d seen happen on tv to suggest, doing anything he could to impress Richie. Eddie was terrified of most of the activities on the list, like Bev’s idea to waterski in the ocean, or Mike’s zip lining idea, but he would have done them if it meant he could bask in Richie’s attention, impress Richie to rid himself of scared baby Eddie was so sure he must have been in Richie’s eyes. So who the hell was this Bryan stealing his thunder like that?

‘Who’s Bryan?’ Bev inquires with a smirk, winking at Richie blush ridden face. Eddie’s jealousy rears its ugly head, flaring up and making his head woozy. He simultaneously both considers choking Bev and thanking her for the question.

With Richie’s secret fresh on his mind, the way he’d so shamefully admitted that he was gay and they were the first people he’d ever found the courage to tell, Eddie wondered if Bryan was perhaps someone Richie had been romantically involved with.

Richie would have deserved it, Eddie argues in his mind, to at least for a short period of time have someone love him back as fiercely as he dons it out, but Eddie’s also furious that he stole Richie out from under his nose.

Which is illogical, because even if he and Richie had managed to stay in touch, and Eddie confessed – not much chance there, as Eddie didn’t even tell anyone he was gay when Richie did - there was no guaranty that Richie would’ve reciprocated.

‘No one snoopy’, Richie argues with a jittery leg, ’just some guy I hung out with for a while.’

Bev appears unconvinced, but she’s also respectful towards Richie's decision to not say anything. ‘So which ones did you complete?’

‘I went to Europa senior year of college, smoked a bunch of weed, went zip lining. The normal kind of stuff.’

Zip-lining, or smoking weed for that matter, causes Eddie skin to crawl, not that he’d ever admit it. He hates that that’s not the case for Bryan.

‘Well thanks Rich, none of us ever did anything on the list without the other losers. I guess you didn’t miss us too much.’ It’s not fair, of course it’s not. He can tell by the eagerness to spend time together that Richie was very lonely, and experienced the same aching emptiness where his friends were supposed to be as the rest of them.

The bitter tone of Eddie's speech, and the way Richie’s eyes turn a little dimmer extinguishes the fire of Eddie’s envy. Richie deserves better than him in every way. An apology lies at the tip of his tongue, ready to jump into the open and hopefully aid the wounds before they’re fully developed.

Sensing the impending hurricane of trouble on the horizon Mike is eager to intervene, playing mediator for two forces that are about to collide. ‘Well I mean, we probably wouldn’t have gone through with most of them anyway.’

‘Speak for yourself’, Eddie waves him off, spiteful that Mike has a good point. He would have found a way to undermine their plans and make it so that he could back out without appearing like a meek lamb, for at least half of the activities. If he had known about Bryan’s existence though, he would have done anything. He feels ready now to do anything, to one up him and establish his spot as Richie’s number one.

‘Prove it,’ Bill dares with a lopsided smirk, certain he’s got Eddie beat. He sustains eye contact, reaching for the bag of chips on the table and gnawing on it with the most smug aura Eddie has ever witnessed him having.

‘I would’, Eddie defends fiercely, ‘but we can’t do any of the things in Derry.’

‘Sounds like a cop out to me.’

‘Yeah, sure Big Bill, because you can easily find a zip line here in Derry. The town that refused to spend money on renewing the library back in the eighties is no doubt going to have that installed by now.’

‘What about skinny dipping?’ Ben proposes innocently, having no idea the kind of strain he’s putting Eddie under.

‘That’s a great idea Ben, I forgot we put that one on the list.’ Beverly acknowledges despite Eddie’s frantic head shaking. The room temperature drops down and rises back up steadily, at least according to Eddie. He’s starting to sweat, something he never does and takes pride in – in the office he’s the level headed one, and that’s saying something – and he pulls at his collar to allow some air to ventilate.  

Everything except that. A swim in a dirty lake that was most likely infected was a whole plate of different bacteria, and being naked in front of the man he’s in love with is not something Eddie is particularly fond of. He almost asks for a different thing to do, but that would truly be a cop out, and he both refuses to back down in front of Richie and give Bill the satisfaction of being right.

‘Good luck with that Eds, question before this all goes down, am I allowed to use this in my next bit?’

‘Actually,’ Bev interrupts, ‘I think you should join him too.’

‘Hey I wasn’t the one that said I’d be willing to do anything.’

‘No, but you were the one who added it on the list in the first place. C’mon Richie, It’ll be fun. For us, not for you guys, but we’ll get a good laugh out of it.’

Richie is hesitant, same as Eddie, readjusting his glasses again. Eddie is sure that if he says the word Richie will tell everyone to back down for him. He wouldn’t even make fun of Eddie for it, should Eddie give any indication that he wouldn’t want him too. He thinks back to Bryan, and how he wouldn’t have backed down for such a thing, and how in awe Richie must have been seeing the man abandon all safety precaution and go for it, Eddie’s mind is made up instantly.

‘Let’s do it.’ He says without leaving room for argument, nodding at Richie as he looks to him. He hopes Richie will go with it, but is also confident that of course he will. As kids they followed each other everywhere, and surely that hasn’t changed.

‘Really? I mean yeah – sure I guess. Bring it on.’

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The Derry midnight breeze is freezing, Eddie notes, still dressed in a shirt and pants and dreading having to get rid of them. He’s barefoot now, standing on top of the quarry and peering down into the glinting lake. Eddie’s jumping from one foot to the other, annoyed that dirt is clinging to his skin and branches are piercing his soles, even more aggravated at the idea of cleaning them in infection filled lake water. Bev better keep her end of the promise, and be waiting near the end of the lake with a pair of fresh pressed towels.

Next to him, also bare foot, Richie looks over his shoulder, and laughs, bright and innocent.

‘I forgot how high this was.’

It is high up, but they’ve done this jump at least a hundred times before, so Eddie’s not worried about the plunge. He’d assume Richie isn’t either, but the man keeps glances towards the path they took to get up here, uncharacteristically silent.

‘It’s okay if you're too scared to go through with it Eduardo, I won’t tell the others.’ Richie smirks when he notices Eddie’s glance, crossing his arms over his chest.

The movement makes his shoulders bulk, highlighting just how much bigger Richie is compared to Eddie. Eddie’s mouth waters, and he starts to worry about how he’s going to have to get through seeing Richie’s naked shoulders in the flesh.

‘Just get undressed will you? Hurry up.’

‘Why? Eager to see my bare ass?’

‘Yeah, because who doesn’t think jumping naked into a lake they frequented as kids is the epitome of sexiness? No you self-centered idiot, I want to get it over with so I can go back to the Inn and grab a warm shower.’

With one last peek, Eddie moves backwards, standing away from the ledge and begins to unbutton his shirt, before thinking better off it. Richie picks up on his hesitation, shifting backwards too and motioning his head towards the ridge.

‘Do you want me to show you how it’s done?’

‘No,’ Eddie objects, ‘I’ll go first.’

‘Why? I’m not going to stare at your junk while you're jumping in if that’s what you're worried about Eddie. I’m not that kind of gay.’ Rarely does Richie toss aside an opportunity to grant Eddie another humorous nickname, so the use of his real name spooks Eddie just enough that he opens his mouth to apologize without even realizing what he’s apologizing for.

Richie’s facial expression, set in a grimace and squinting his eyes defensively, are a dead give away that Eddie’s words are being taken the wrong way. If only Richie knew that Eddie wanted him to go in first so he could avoid the same temptation Richie thought he was forcing on him.

‘Richie no, that’s not what I meant I-.’ Heartfelt compliments are not something Eddie has had a lot of practice for these last few years, and he’s not doing a good job catching up on them either. Therefore he sighs and hopes that he can find another way to prove to Richie he’d never accuse him of something like that. ‘Whatever, just go first already.’

‘Fine but turn around okay?’

Eddie listens to him, back towards Richie and the jump off, though he doesn’t really understand the request. With Richie comes a lot of flair, and he was more or less been prepared for a joke about how Eddie got to confirm how big his dick is in reality.

He waits and listens carefully for the sounds of clothes being dropped on the ground, and he can’t stop his mind from secretly imagining how Richie looks like without them once he distinguishes it.  Eddie shakes his head, scolding his own mind.

The next few moments are filled with raspy breaths originating from Richie, footstep sounding further away and then closer again in an erratic pattern. He must be scared of the jump. Under normal circumstances, Eddie would ask to jump in at the same time, but since Richie asked Eddie not to turn around, he won’t.

‘If you don’t jump in the next five minutes,’ Eddie teases, the way Richie used to tease him, ‘I’ll push you in.’ A second later Eddie hears Richie’s loud whooping as he plunges down into the dark water.

Eddie spins, the only thing greeting him the dark with very little light clearing up his path, from the moon. He’s having a hard time to even see where the cliff ends, and he can’t disguise Richie in the water at all.

‘I’m coming in’, he yells to the void, in case Richie can’t discern his body in time and needs to move out of the way. He takes off his clothes, goosebumps erupting on his skin, and folds his pants and t-shirt up neatly, touching the ground with his hands to find a dry spot to lay them on. The air is cold, and so Eddie refuses to linger on top any longer than he has to.

He jogs up to the ledge and darts off before his mind can conjure up the thousands of things that can go wrong from swimming in the dark this late at night. His body flies through the air and connects with the water in one swoop, a pit of glee bursting in Eddie’s stomach. Jumping from the quarry equals freedom, a hot summer day and love for all of his friends, but in particular Richie.

Eddie keeps his head underwater until his lungs burn, eyes closed and allowing himself to just feel all the sensations. Then, something tickles the back of his leg, and the peaceful moment is over. He kicks back the surface, away from the spot where he could swear something touched him, and searches around for Richie.

Richie, with his wet black hair clinging to his forehead, strands of it sticking out in every direction, and his droplet covered glasses, roving more of Eddie’s heart each minute they’re near each other. He’s never looked more beautiful, and Eddie has never had to fight the urge to kiss him as much as he does now.

‘See, I told you I wouldn’t stare Eds, I can’t even see anything with all these splatters on my glasses.’

The moon reflects on the water, so that it’s impenetrable, and neither Rich nor Eddie can look down and see their lower body parts.

What Eddie can see is enough anyway, Richie’s shoulders and part of his chest hold Eddie’s attention, and he forgets to respond to Richie’s comment.

His eyes land on a dark bruise, just on the bottom of Richie’s neck, a remnant of their fight with Pennywise earlier that day. Without thinking, without standing still on the consequences of such an action, Eddie swims closer, stretches his arm out, and lingers his fingertips over the bruise. He carefully positions his body to not touch any other body part of Richie’s except for his fingers on his neck.

He makes an inquisitive noise, thumb stroking over the injury in what he hopes to be a calming matter. He physically can’t pull away, entranced with the way he moves and responds to him, trying but failing to get his fill of Richie clenched.

‘Eddie’, Richie whispers, scared to break the silence and the intimate moment. ‘It’ll be fine. And hey, at least he didn’t do anything to my dick.’

‘Yeah, would have been a shame if it were to become even smaller.’

Richie snorts, retaliating the jest with a wave of dirty water aimed at Eddie.

Eddie gasps, spitting out a bit of water that managed to sneak into his mouth. ‘Oh you’re on.’

The two of them chase each other, and if it weren’t for the fact that they were both naked, Eddie would have thrown his entire body weight in the game to push Richie underwater. As it stands, they just splash back and forth until they’re exhausted and the remnants of their laughter dies out, barely enough energy left to stay afloat side by side.

‘Did you have this much fun with Bryan?’ Eddie asks, a bit envious. He hates how he’s still stuck on the Bryan thing, hates that his mind keeps popping images of them doing the exact same thing only to end it with a kiss.

‘What?’

‘With Bryan, the guy you did all that other stuff with?’

‘Oh no, me and Bryan – we were never together like that.’ Back at the hotel room, Eddie figured that that was a ploy to distract Bev, something Richie just said because he couldn’t comfortably admit the real intent of their relationship. But he’s never lied to Eddie, and his eyes, magnified by his glasses, seem so sincere, Eddie has no other option but to believe him. ‘I-I’m- some other guy already has that place all taken up.’

Eddie stupid, oblivious and dense and everything in between. He knows Richie isn’t talking about him, he knows he could never be the guy Richie would hold all hope out for – he also secretly hopes it’s none of the losers -, but he wants to be so bad. Just one time, just one kiss and he’d be sated enough to let go of his feral behavior towards any potential love interest Richie might have. Just one time.

‘Richie’, Eddie starts, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He’s taking a huge risk, by foreseeing a rejection but hoping that Richie won’t drop him as a friend because of this. If Eddie doesn’t do this, he’ll never stop wondering what it feels for their lips to meet. He’ll never get over Richie because he never got to experience any with him.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He risks releasing his lip.

Richie is visibly shocked. ‘What? What the fuck? Eddie is this a joke?’

The joke is, as usual, all on Eddie who regrets ever opening his mouth in the first place. He could try to laugh it off, say that it was a joke, but that would mean that he pretends to make a jest out of something Richie has struggled with for his entire life. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. Left with no other options but to further dig his own grave, Eddie decides to be honest. At least that means he gets to keep part of his integrity.

‘No Richie of course not, I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m sorry. Look I like you but it’s obviously one sided and I just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you but it was a stupid request and I shouldn’t have asked you that. Oh god, I never even asked if you were dating someone –‘

‘Eds?’

‘- Fuck can we please forget I said anything so we can still hang out?’

‘Eddie?’

‘What?’

‘Yes. Please kiss me.’

Eddie gapes with his mouth open, struggling for breath and for words. He’s half convinced he misinterpreted  the words, but his tilted head proves otherwise. Eddie doesn’t question it further, counting his lucky start for once, and leaning in to his emotions and Richie, breaching the water to get to him.

Their kiss is surprisingly gentle for the ungovernable lead up prior to it. Richie’s lips taste like lake water, but deeper underneath lies a tang of something distinctively Richie. Eddie can’t wait to devour him whole once he’s cleaned up. Their lips move together in tandem, a perfect harmony that for once neither are willing to break.

They pull back, Richie’s arms circling Eddie’s waist, and he smiles. His smile mixed with the love stricken gleam in his eyes, mysteriously tells Eddie that Richie feels the exact same way he does. His chest caves with happiness.  

‘I like you too, if it wasn’t obvious. A lot more than Bryan.’

‘For the love of God can we never mention that again? It’s embarrassing. No, Hush’, Eddie says urgently, covering Richie’s mouth with his palm when he opens his mouth to conjure up another joke.

‘Fine,’ Richie says while pulling away from Eddie’s hand. ‘How about we talk about something else then? How the fuck are we supposed to get to our clothes?’

#my writing #reddie imagine #reddie fic #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #richie and eddie #adult losers #it chapter two imagine #eddie x richie

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MHA Poly: Mina x Reader x Bakugo x Kirishima; Family Day

@drbumpkin said:

I'm back! I can't stay away honestly. So imagine Mina and reader are in a relationship but their families aren't supportive because they girls. So to get them off their back they ask Bakugo and Kirishima (who are dating) to pretend to be their boyfriends (separately). For some reason they agree and along the way they all fall in love with each other. It was hard to stop kissing your one partner infront of the family, now it's even harder to not kiss all three.

Mina Ashido, your girlfriend and future wife. You two were inseparable, and there was never a dull or boring moment when you two got together. You two were fun, exciting, and more than amazing. Especially Mina. She could party and talk all night long, but honestly, sometimes you wanted a break. Once, you just wanted to be able to sit in bed and spoon, but no. It was always go go go! It obviously wasn’t something to break up over, but you wished you had someone to chill with.

You and Mina had talked about having someone join you and make it a polygamourous relationship, but everyone who was even considerable was either in a relationship or not into girls. 

Plus for now, you were so happy with it just being you and Mina. Except... Family Day was coming up, and you both knew that Mina’s family was the most homophobic family on the planet. “That means I won’t be able to kiss you for a whole day? Do you know how hard that is for me?” Mina complained while pecking your cheek every second, trying to make up for the time you two would lose. “It’s not even a day. They come at 8 am and leave at 8pm. It’s only half a day.” You tried to explain, but Mina kept complaining anyways. You had one clingy girlfriend. 

“Even if they don’t think I have a girlfriend, they still think I’m gay. Maybe you can dress up as a boy for me.” Mina laughed, before seeing two of our friends bursting down the staircase.

“BakuBabe, you can’t be serious!” Kirishima yelled out as his blonde boyfriend stormed down the staircase. “Yes Kirishima! We are going to tell our families we are deathly sick! Now I have to go take a few pics at the hospital so they’ll believe it! Are you coming or not? It’s either this, or we pay two pathetic girls to pretend to be our girlfriends so my mom doesn’t pester me for being single.” Bakugo asked as you and Mina stared at each other, eyes sparkling your eyes. 

“We’ll be the pathetic girls!” You popped off the couch and walked over to Bakugo, smiling cheekily. “And you don’t even have to pay us! Just pretend to be our boyfriends for Mina’s family, and everything will be fine! Then we can both forget that any of it happened, and we’ll be set!” You explained as you put your arm on Bakugo’s shoulder. Surprisingly, he didn’t even push you off this time. Bakugo always was softer with you for some reason. 

“Honestly, sounds great. Pretty girls, and oblivious parents. Sounds great.” Kirishima smiled, pumping his fist into the air as Mina playfully punched him in the side. “I think it’s fine too. Cute guys, and my mom will get off my back about not having a boyfriend. Now I’ll have a hot hero boyfriend for my mom to hug to death!” Mina pinched Kirishima’s cheek, wrapping her arm around his waist and trying to pick him up.

“Heck ya! I can pretend that you’re BakuBabe, except you have boobs, and you look like if an alien and a spice girl had a child.” Kirishima explained as Mina winked, kissing his cheek and flicking him in the face. “Hey! Come on bro, let’s go act all kissy kissy!” Mina grabbed Kirishima’s hand as the two practically skipped to the kitchen. 

“Aren’t you jealous of that? Aren’t you upset?” Bakugo asked you as you giggled, shaking your head. “Mina is as loyal as they come. Plus her and Kirishima were already friendly flirting like that. I think it’s cute. And plus, we can do the same.” You smiled at Bakugo, linking your arm with his and leaning your body weight on his. 

“Yea, whatever.” Bakugo blushed and shook you off his arm and walked away, putting his hands in his pockets and leaving you, alone in the living room. What just happened? You sat on the couch, looking sadly at your girlfriend and best friend laughing loudly at an inside joke. They were close...

Mina mixed something in a bowl that smelled sweet, while Kirishima tried to juggle spoons after Mina refused to let him use knives. When Mina was finally done whisking, she brought the whisk up to Kirishima’s lips and let him lick it off. You noticed how the two looked at each other lustfully, and couldn’t help but feel a weird feeling in your stomach. Why couldn’t Bakugo look at you like that???

Wait, no! Mina was your girlfriend! You were not available to anyone. You loved Mina so much, and you should feel the urge to beat up Kirishima, not kiss his boyfriend... or him to be honest. But Bakugo was too hot to not feel attracted to, and Kirishima was just too sweet to feel any hatred for. Was it weird that you found Mina and Kirishima’s sweet.

It was as if you had no relation with either and were just a fellow student hoping they would hook up eventually. No though, Mina was yours, but Kirishima wasn’t a threat? Right? You propped your legs up on the couch and began to fade away, seeing that it was already nine pm. Yes, you usually stayed up late, but who would you go to? You felt awkward going to hang out with Mina and Kiri, Bakugo had ditched your ass, and nobody else would be out of their room.

Slowly you began drifting off to sleep while scrolling through your phone, finally passing out on the couch. Slowly, your dreams began to fill with images of Bakugo and Kirishima, shirtless of course... Mina’s voice was in the background, of course romantic and making your horny like always. As Bakugo grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to his chest, Kirishima came up behind you and sucked your neck while Bakugo nestled his face into your hair, smelling your perfume.

You woke up in a cold hard sweat abruptly, noticing your heavy breathing and chills running down her spine, as well as the goosebumps. You sat up, looking at the clock to see that it was just past midnight. You grabbed your blanket, and began to get up before feeling someone on you. Moving the blanket in your arms, you looked down to see Mina’s head propped up on your lap. You smiled, running your hand through her hair and playing with her horns before hearing an abrupt male snore behind you.

Looking to the other side of the you, you saw that it wasn’t a pillow you had been sleeping against, but sleeping with your head on Kirishima’s shoulder. You blushed abruptly, before watching him shift in place towards you, smiling softly as he put his hand on your thigh and began to lay on you more. You began smiling, a feeling of excitement rushing through you as his bare skin touched yours.

You laid back aggravatingly, not knowing what to do. How were you supposed to act like you were Bakugo’s girlfriend when you were angry at him for not giving you the attention you so desperately craved from him, had a girlfriend, and also were having feeling for a certain red-head. You and Mina had talked about an open relationship once, but... No! Kirishima was obviously into Mina and Bakugo, Bakugo hated you, Mina loved you and Kirishima, and you just... liked them all. God, you were a terrible person.

You sighed, looking back at the beautiful alien and the cute redhead who were both snuggled up against you. Smiling, you settled back down against Kirishima’s shoulder and closed your eyes. There were many people who would kill to be you at that moment, and you knew that eventually Family Day would be over and you would lose the happy feeling you were feeling now. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

You were awaken by Bakugo shaking you awake, yelling at you. “God, our parents are going to be here in half an hour! Get up Loser!” He screamed angrily as you woke up, realizing you were alone on the couch. “Don’t just sit there, move! You look homeless!” He yelled as you groaned, picking up your blanket and quickly walking to your room. You noticed Mina and Kirishima in the kitchen together, in a suit and dress together with their hair done.

You felt as if you were about to cry, feeling as if Mina and Kirishima were a better couple than you and Mina, the way he was manly and went to the gym like she did while you did swim team and ran track and liked to cook like she did while you liked to grill out and bake. Not to add the way Bakugo obviously despised you due to your move on him last night. God, he hated you and your ugly ass.

As you shut the door to your apartment, you slammed yourself against the door and began crying, hating the feel of your greasy hair and pajamas, you felt like trash. Wrapping your arms around your knees, you chose to ignore the sound of running towards your door. You were surprised to hear quick knocking on your door, and then the sound of your sweet redhead friend. “Y/n! Y/n, please let me in.” 

He begged as you tried to wipe the mascara marks from your cheeks and got up, opening the door slowly to reveal yourself. Immediately as he saw you, he pushed through the crack of the door and held you in a tight hug, holding you close. “Shh, shh. I’m sorry, I swear he doesn’t know what he’s saying.” He petted your hair, and rubbed your back kindly. “It’s not just that, it’s just...” You looked up at his sweet face, feeling the blood rush to your face as you blushed.

“You and Mina are such a good couple compared to her and I, I know you like her. I know you’re dating Bakugo, but I know you told everyone you’re good with polygamourous relationships. I feel like I just... it’d be better if I just left everyone alone and just-” As you were about to continue, Kirishima grabbed your chin and slowly pulled your lips close, finally kissing you softly. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you against him close, you feeling his erection poking through his black pants.

“N-no, we shouldn’t be... We’re both in real relationships, it’s not... It’s not okay Kiri, we can’t just-” He stopped you again by pulling you into another kiss, this time you kissed back. He began French kissing you, and you immediately fell into his warmth. As you two separated, you two began smiling softly before Kirishima stepped back. “I’ll wait for you down-” You grabbed his hand, your body moving against your mind and thoughts.

“Stay in here, it’ll just take a minute.” You whispered, holding his hand and bringing him to your bed to sit. You walked to your closet and grabbed out the white flowy dress, taking it off the hanger and placing it on your desk, beginning to strip off your clothes and change. You didn’t even have to look back at Kirishima, knowing that his eyes were laid on you. While you changed into your dress and put on your black flats to match, you finally met eye contact with Kirishima through your mirror. “Would you mind?” You asked, turning to let him see your zipper to the back of your dress. 

He nodded nervously, sitting up and walking over to you, beginning to zip up your dress but stopping mid-zipper. You closed your eye as he kissed the back of your neck, sucking hard as to leave a mark as chills went up your spine. His lips finally left your body and zipped up your dress, hiding the hickey he had given. He then turned you around by himself, kissing your lips softly multiple times, before running sweet pecks down your face, lips, and collarbone.

You left to go to the bathroom, leaving him with a small smirk as he did the same, staring at you with his eyes wide as if you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. You did your hair and makeup, making sure to put on the strawberry perfume your mother had got you, and the necklace your sister had given you. That was, until your hand grazed the ring that Mina had given you exactly one year ago as a birthday gift. 

You sighed, a feeling of guilt and remorse in your heart as you put the necklace on. You were a girlfriend to the most beautiful girl in the world, and here you were kissing another boy. You knew it was wrong, but your body ached for it so much. The worst part was that you still loved Mina, but you felt such a feeling for Kiri as well that you couldn’t stop yourself. God, you were such an awful human being.

You walked out, making eye contact with Kirishima as his eyes bugged out. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, bringing you to a hug as you both wrapped your arms around each other. “I think I’m in love with you.” He murmured as you nodded, feeling him run his hands on your back. “Me too...” You whispered, letting him kiss you multiple times as his hands roamed your body. 

He cupped your breasts, kissed your neck, nipped at your ear, and ran his hands through your h/c hair. “God, I want to spend the entire day with you. Why do we have to do something today?” He joked as you giggled, bringing his forehead to yours. “God, just give me a minute. I won’t be able to touch you for an entire day.” He smashed his lips into yours, bringing his tongue inside of your mouth. Yes you were moving fast, but he was just so addicting and sensual.

“Now, let’s go. Our parents will be here and... you have to go date my girlfriend.” You smiled, fixing his tie and hair as he held the door open for you and let you both out into the hallway. On the elevator ride down, you wiped the lip gloss off of his face as he stared at you, you allowing him to hold your waist. When you walked out, he walked off to join Mina, winking at you as you blushed, beginning to walk around. 

You saw the Ashidos, knowing them from when you and Mina had done “sleepovers” during the Summer, and then the Kirishimas, all of them with black hair. You began to see the Iidas, Asuis, and of course the Todorokis which radiated tension and uncomfortability. Walking into the kitchen, you were met with the lovely sight of the Bakugos. “Katsuki! That is not how you do it! You have to season it before you cook so it mixes in! God, who taught you to cook?!” 

Bakugo’s mother, who was a splitting image of him, began smacking him on the head as he tried to cook chicken on the stove. “Dear, we talked about this!” You turned to see Bakugo’s father, with brown hair and a button up golf shirt and jeans with glasses. At that moment, both of the parents turned to see you, angelic and beautiful in the doorway. “Katsukiiiii! Is this your little girlfriend who Kirishima told us about?!” She asked, running to you as Bakugo turned to look at you. 

He stopped cold, blushing bright red as he looked at you, unable to believe his eyes. “Well, it didn’t take long for you to go from a four to a ten.” He commented as his mother playfully hit him. “Katsuki, you didn’t tell me she was such a looker! God, girl you’re beautiful! You must be Y/n! Call me Mitsuki!” She reached out her hand, grabbing yours to shake it abruptly. “Hi, I’m Masura, Bakugo’s father. It’s so nice to meet you.” He walked over calmly and extended his hand for you to shake, waiting for you to shake his hand unlike his wife. 

The two were so different, yet they made total sense for the child they had raised. Totally crazy and energetic most of the time, but could be chill and calm if he wanted to or needed to. “Oh deary, say something! I’m so looking forward to meeting you! Katsuki, keep the chicken on the low cook and keep an eye on it while your father and I talk to your girlfriend!” She grabbed your arm and rushed you to the dining table, sitting you next to her. 

“Now tell me, how did you and Katsuki meet? Did you ask him out first, or did my son actually grow a pair?! Tell me everything!” Mitsuki asked you, before her husband turned his eyes to his son. “Katsuki, that’s not how you-!” You turned to see Bakugo struggling with the chicken, quickly getting up and walking over to him to help. “Katsuki, you have to stir it so it’ll cook evenly.” You grabbed his hand in your own and began to move the spoon around the pan, moving the chicken, noodles and cheese sauce around. 

Katsuki blushed, but he didn’t pull away as he looked over to see his Mother and Father watching attentively. At least that’s what he told himself when your bare touch sent electricity through his body, as if Denki had shocked him in the pool again during swim practice. As his parents stared at them googly-eyed, his mother reached into the pocket to get her phone. “Oh dear, I left my phone in the car. Let’s leave these two alone for a second and go get it.” Mitsuki smiled at her husband, grabbing his hand and forcing him to leave the building.

“You look good.” Bakugo murmured as you turned to him angrily, turning back and ignoring him. “I said you look good, like really good.” He commented once more, but you chose to ignore him again, not even bothering to turn. Before you could react, he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the corner, turning you around to face him. “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked as you rolled your eyes, trying to hold back the tears. 

“You’re so rude at me, I’m doing you a favor here so your family doesn’t think you have a boyfriend!” You yelled at him, ignoring the fact that his leg was slowly making it’s way in between your own. “I’m doing you the same favor with your family!” He yelled back, now getting angry. What he wasn’t expecting was when you burst into tears, beginning to run out of the room before he grabbed your wrist. “Y/n!” He yelled, beginning to pull you to his chest as you cried. At that moment, he realized something...

“And you don’t even have to pay us! Just pretend to be our boyfriends for Mina’s family, and everything will be fine! Then we can both forget that any of it happened, and we’ll be set!” 

You didn’t have a family coming for Family Day.

“You... I’m guessing your family isn’t coming today.” He murmured as you looked up at him, tears streaming from your e/c eyes. “Oh Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He whispered sadly, holding your head close to his heart as you could literally feeling it beating. “It’s okay... I’m used to it.” You explained as he couldn't help but feel like a jerk, even more than usual. “Is there anything I can do? Let me do something, I feel so bad.” Bakugo expressed, surprised when you pushed yourself from him. 

“No... Don’t let me ruin your day with your mom and dad, enjoy time with them. I’m going to go fix up my hair, be right back.” Before Bakugo could argue, you ran out of the kitchen, and out of view. He would have run after you if his parents hadn’t walked into the kitchen the next second. “Aww, where is she? I wanted to take some photos!” Mitsuki exclaimed as she smiled, showing her phone to Bakugo.

“She had to go fix her hair, she’ll be back in a minute.” He groaned, staring at the food in front of him. All he could want is to feel your hand on his, and to feel your warmth on his body. He knew it was wrong to want you with neither of you being single, but the want was to great for him to think of any morals. Little did he know, his boyfriend was experiencing the same dilemma.

You walked into the bathroom, tears about to spill out of your eyes at the thought of your parents. Your mother would be the life of the party with the other moms, and your dad could talk about anything for hours with the dads. Your sister would have came and bonded with Mina, Bakugo, and Kiri. She would have loved them, saying that you could have dated any one of them and it’d be too cute.

Your family was so supportive, yet you had lost them in that one car accident in elementary school. Being forced into foster home after foster home, tragedy seemed to follow wherever you went. Your first foster home turned out to be a crack house, the second with young kids who just wanted the money, and the third was a woman who was too busy to give you the time of day.

The cycle seemed to end only when Aizawa installed the dorms, and you were ever so thankful. You were able to get money from companies you had saved from fires and earthquakes, so financially you were good. But mentally, losing your entire family in one night took a toll on you, and you had vowed to never grow close to anyone who you could lose again.

But then Mina came into your life and changed everything. In a single week you went from not talking at all like Shoto to being the most social girl in the class. You became friend’s with everyone, and thanks to her, you also learned a thing or two about your sexuality. By the time you and her got together, your entire life had changed for the better. Yet, sometimes it still hurt.

As your sobs filled the bathroom, you failed to hear the door open and close behind you. “Y/n?! Oh gosh, what happened?” You looked into the mirror to see Mina running to you, hugging you from behind. “I... I miss them. I really really miss them.” You told him as she nodded, wiping a tear from your cheek. “You poor thing. I know it hurts.”

She gave you a sad smile before hugging you again. “Just think about how proud they would be. You went from a foster kid to a UA student who’s going to make it big and become a pro hero! You’re incredible Y/n. They’re proud of you. I’m proud of you. They love you. I love you. I know it’s hard, but just think about how much they love you. You are making them so happy.”

You smiled at your girlfriend as she kissed your cheek. “So, what are you doing in here? Trying to hide from your parents again?” You asked as Mina giggled, blushing. “You know me too well. The tension between Kirishima and my parents are terrible. Not to mention that Kirishima’s parents left to go see his brother and want to meet up for dinner tonight, so it’s just Kiri and my family.”

You smiled at Mina, loving the way that she could still make you smile whenever she wanted. “Yikes. Want me to come help out? Bakugo and I aren’t... doing the best.” Mina smiled at you, nodding. “Of course!! I was thinking I would have to beg you!” She grabbed your hand and wiped the tears off your cheek before pulling you out into the hall towards her family and Kirishima.

As soon as you got close to them, you watched all of their eyes brighten up. “Hey Kiddo! Long time no see!” Mina’s father, one of the main owners of the country club nearby, gave you a side hug happily. “Oh dear, is it possible that you’ve gotten prettier since the Summer?” Mrs. Ashido exclaimed happily, hugging you tightly. “It’s good to see you’ve recovered.” She smiled.

“Recovered?” Kirishima asked curiously as you turned to him, remembering that he was there. “Oh ya, I rode my motorcycle off the roof of Mina’s house and broke my arm. I missed the pool. It was nothing though, I got over it fast.” The Ashidos and you laughed it off as Kirishima’s eyes widened. You were so cool... “Anyways, what’s been up with you chica?” Mrs. Ashido asked, smiling ear-to-ear as she started a conversation with her second child.

“Oh, nothing much. UA is such an amazing school, it’s wild. The dorms are brand new and I’m neighbors with Mina and my other friend Hagakure so it’s never that loud. 1-A is such a nice class, I’m literally friends with everyone. They’re all just so nice and we all help each other, plus the guys are so cool. Denki charges my phone when we’re on the bus, and Sato makes me cake.”

As Mina’s parents laughed and continued to carry on the conversation, you happened to look over at Mina and Kirishima. They were whispering and giggling with one another, holding hands and sitting very close as they stared into each other’s eyes, smiling widely with blushed faces. Something in your stomach dropped as they both looked over, meeting eye contact with you.

They froze before separating, trying to pretend like nothing had happened. “If you’ll excuse me, I just think I forgot to put out the candles in my room. Be right back.” You excused yourself from the conversation with Mina’s parents, quickly walking into the elevator. “Wait, Y/n!” As you entered the elevator, you turned to see Kiri and Mina running after you.

You pressed the 2nd floor button, letting tears fall onto your face as you watched the two run after you. Lucky for you, the doors closed before they could get to you, letting you cry in peace. You closed your eyes tightly and let the tears fall onto your cheeks, feeling exhausted from the lack of school, emotional, and confused about what you were feeling.

Mina and Kiri were just so perfect together, and they obviously had feelings for one another, yet they both had said they loved you earlier that day. Were you bringing them down, or being played? As the elevator opened and you ran out, you ran into someone. Almost falling before they grabbed you, you looked up to see Bakugo. “I went to your room to check but you weren’t there.”

He helped you back to your feet before seeing the tears streaming down your face. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked, surprised when you ran into his chest, now sobbing. “Today has been the worst day of my life! I haven’t slept all week because I was thinking about my family, and then today has just been the absolute worst!” You confessed as he nodded, petting your head.

You were shocked at his sudden gesture, filled with surprising compassion and sympathy. “I know how you feel. I made a girl who I love cry.” You looked up at Bakugo, eyes wide as you could only guess what he had meant. “I bet that made you feel like a jerk.” You murmured slowly, staring into his red crimson eyes. “Yea, I should have ran after her.”

Slowly, you and Bakugo leaned together, kissing slowly. He cupped your face with his hand, and used the other on the back of your head to intensify the kiss. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He whispered as he began to trail he hands to your waist, squeezing every curve of your body. Slowly, he pushed your back into the elevator and pushed you up against the wall.

“Wait, no. I can’t do this.” You pushed him away as he sighed, separating only a bit from your lips. “I’m risking just as much as you.” He exclaimed as you both didn’t realize the elevator door had opened. “No, I can’t do any of this! I’ve kissed you, Mina, and Kirishima in the same day!” As you saw Bakugo’s eyes widen, you turned around to see Kirishima and Mina staring back.

“I’m such an awful person!” You cried out, running past them and into the side hallway towards the side exit. As you grabbed the door and tried to run out, you felt Kirishima wrap his hands around your waist. “No! Let go of me, please!” You begged, pushing against him as he continued to held you close, letting Bakugo and Mina catch up to you both.

“Y/n, please relax. It’s fine, nobody is mad at you.” Kirishima tried to calm you as you finally stopped fighting, dangling from his arms as tears streamed down your face. “I’m mad at myself. What kind of girlfriend am I?’ You asked as your eyelids slowly drooped down. “Baby, how much sleep have you gotten recently?” Mina asked as you looked up at her slowly.

“Two and a half hours...” You whispered as Bakugo’s eyes widened at you. “God, no wonder you’ve been so emotional today. You must feel like you’re dying.” He exclaimed as you nodded, sleep overcoming you without your consent. “Oh god, go get her to her room. I’ll go tell our parents that she’s not doing well. Then we all can meet up for dinner.” Mina explained before leaving towards the main room.

“Let’s go. I’ll carry her.” Bakugo told his boyfriend as Kirishima shook his head. “I wanted to.” Kirishima protested as Bakugo sighed angrily. “Fine, let’s go!” Bakugo groaned, opening the door to the exit and leading Kirishima to Y/n’s room. When they walked in, Kirishima laid her on the bed while Bakugo walked to get her water bottle.

He handed it to Kirishima who put it on the nightstand before laying a blanket on top of her. “She doesn’t have a fever, so I think she’ll be fine.” Kirishima murmured as Katsuki nodded and sighed. “You... kissed her?” Bakugo asked as Kirishima turned to him, nodding guiltily. “I almost kissed Mina, but only Y/n. Did you?” Kirishima asked as Bakugo nodded upsettingly. “I... I’m a terrible boyfriend.” Kirishima murmured.

“No, don’t blame yourself. I did the exact same thing, except not Mina.” Bakugo sat down next to his boyfriend, letting Kiri lean on him. “Please don’t break up with me. I... I really love you Bakugo.” Kirishima looked into his boyfriend’s eyes, kissing him slowly. “I love you too Kirishima. Never ever forget it.” Bakugo kissed his forehead, before putting his arm around Kirishima.

“So... now what? We both love each other, and we both love her.” Kirishima asked, but was met with silence, meaning that Bakugo literally didn’t know. The silence was interrupted when Mina walked back in. “All of our families are meeting for pizza at 8 tonight. How’s she doing?” She asked as they both turned to her, smiling.

“She’s doing well. She’s not sick, just probably tired. She can sleep for three hours and then go to dinner.” Kirishima explained, holding onto your hand tightly as you slept. “So... what now? The three of us drove her to exhaustion and an anxiety attack. I think we owe her an answer, and apology.” Mina explained as the two boys nodded. “What about... all of us in a relationship? I’m okay with it if you guys are.”

Bakugo and Kirishima exchanged glances, surprised by Mina’s proposition. “I... I’d be down to try it.” Bakugo whispered, shocking Kirishima by his confession. “I... Of course.” Kirishima began to smile as Mina sat down and hugged them quickly. “You guys are the sweetest. Now it’s just up to...” All three of them turned to the h/c girl in the bed.

“We can get an answer when she’s up for it. Right now, she just needs to-” Mina stopped as you opened your eyes partially. “Mina? Bakugo? Kiri? What’s happening?” You asked, looking around your room. “Nothing baby, just go to sleep.” Mina began rubbing your back as you shook your head no. “Please.” You tugged on her sleeve, and then on Kirishima’s. 

Slowly you pulled all of them into the queen bed of your dorm, including Bakugo who surprisingly climbed in after Kiri. “What about dinner?” Bakugo asked as you pulled him closer. “We have a few more hours. Don’t worry about it.” Kirishima ruffled his boyfriend’s spiky blonde hair and nestled into the crook of his neck. There, and only there, did you feel like you had a family again. Two boyfriends and an adorable girlfriend.

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[tobin-heaths]

Second family

request: Can you do something with Krashlyn being readers team moms and being like over protective and stuff maybe?

pairing: Krashlyn x Reader

words: 1146

It hasn't been easy but you did it, winning against North Carolina with a solid score of 2:0 for your team, Orlando; you could be extremely proud.

It was a hella piece of work, your whole body covered in a waterfall of grass and sweat. You felt super dirty but very happy and exhausted.

Your cleats are over and done with after this game but you wanted new ones anyways.

Once you were done shaking hands with your opponents and referees you joined your teammates to greet and thank some fans.

You walked over to a small group of teenagers that prepared a nice and gay banner for you, with your face as big as possible plastered all over it.

"Woah, this looks amazing. All of you did this? Crazy talented. Want me to sign this?" You offered and grabbed one of their pens to smack your signature onto it.

"Thank you so much, Y/N. Could we take some pics?" A couple of them asked and held their phones ready with puppy dog eyes. How could you ever say no? "Sure, guys."

"Wait. Lemme take those photos." Ashlyn joined your side and grabbed the first phone while you stood next to the girl who put an arm around your shoulder. You repeated this with the rest of them until it was Ashlyn's time to pose for photos.

"Any chance we might get your jersey?" The oldest of them asked, must be around the same age as you. "I'd love to but I'm not sure if I'm allowed or not." You bit your lip and looked back at a shoulder shrugging Ashlyn. "I mean, just do it," She suggested. "You can have my jacket then."

"You're lucky today. What's your name?" You asked, taking your jersey off and putting it into her hands as others filmed the interaction. "It's Lucy." She replied and hugged the shirt close to her as if she just won the biggest prize of her life, not missing the fact that her eyes ogled your abs. You laughed.

"Right. Well, it was very nice to meet all of you guys. Have fun with the jersey, Lucy. Hope to see you again. Follow me on Insta." You winked at her and walked off with Ashlyn.

"Why do you always have to be such a flirt?" Shaking her head she nudged you. "I see a beautiful girl, I can't help myself. You must know that of all people, you can't ever stop when you see Ali."

Rolling her eyes she handed you the purple fabric. "Thanks, mom." You joked and quickly stopped laughing once Ali joined the two of you.

"Why is she walking around shirtless, Ashlyn?" Ali crossed her arms and studied the two of you. "What are you asking me? Ask her." Ash laughed and held her hands up.

You quickly put the jacket on, a little bit too big for you, why was Ashlyn so tall. "I gave my jersey away, of course. That's why."

As much as you loved being around these two, it could be really nerve wrecking whenever they decided to be super overprotective. Both of them took over the role of your team moms when you joined Orlando Pride and the USWNT later on, it definitely had its perks sometimes.

You quickly ducked away from their discussion and made your way over to another small fan section calling for your attention. You passed two or more people on your way there, all looking at you with nasty looks on their faces.

"Fuck Orlando Pride! Nothing good about it." "You think you're a good player?"

"Go back to the hole you came from!"

"You didn't deserve this win."

Those calls were nothing new, you didn't know what they were since none of them actually wore any kind of merch from either team. There were always some kind of people not happy about the stuff you did but it would be impossible to please everyone.

"Team full of gays. Disgusting if you ask me."

One of them made you stop dead in your tracks. Turning around you marched over there completely forgetting all about the waiting fans. "No one asked you about your stupid opinion, you dumb prick, so shut the fuck up and leave if you don't like this shit. No one asked you to be here." You exclaimed, ready to climb over the railing and throw hands.

He walked up to you and pushed his chest out, trying to appear big and scary but this didn't scare you at all. It only made your nostrils flare more.

Of course your arguing with this stranger made other people notice it, so did Ash and Ali. They were the first ones at your side, grabbing your waist and lifting you off the railing and behind Ashlyn as Ali went back over to the guy, telling him off and letting security deal with these people.

"Hands off my baby, dumbass. If you have anything to say, say it to my face, coward." Ashlyn yelled at him, as he got dragged away.

You groaned but smiled nonetheless. "I'm not a baby." You grumbled in embarrassment. "Yes, you are. Stop discussing, young lady." Ali tsked and put her arm around your neck.

"Don't ever do this again. You never know if they actually try to hurt you. You were lucky he was all talk and no bite." Ash explained while walking back over towards the locker room.

"Yeah, I get it, thanks mom." You rolled your eyes. Yes, you were grateful for their words and wisdom but it was a bit too much sometimes, especially when you had their parenting eyes on you constantly.

"How about you come to our place today and stay a few days? We could continue binging our show and get some Chipotle? We can drive to training together then." Ali asked, taking her place next to you in the locker room. You raised your eyebrows. "I know what you guys are trying. You're doing this so I don't go out partying with friends, huh." You stated with a smug grin.

Ali looked over to Ashlyn, who was standing in the middle of the room talking to Sydney, and looked at her like she wanted to say 'you heard that?'. Ashlyn shrugged her shoulders, smirked and resumed her conversation.

"Seems like I am right after all. But yeah, I love spending my time with you. Lemme just call my fam later and then it's settled. I still got my stuff over at yours, right?" You asked and finished packing your bag.

"Yes, it's all there from last time." Standing up she ruffled your hair and joined Ashlyn's side kissing her cheek. You stared after her and admired what they had, lucky to have these people in your life and call them your friends and family as well.

#uswnt imagines #uswnt #krashlyn #woso imagines #krashlyn imagines

[bellakitse]

Have you considered any Tarlos Au's yet? What if Owen took the job in Texas when TK was 18 so he went to college there and met Carlos and Iris. He and Carlos are BFFs who pine over each other for years, and when TK returns from visiting his mom in NY with a tongue ring, Carlos' life gets a lot harder (pun intended). Best friends to lovers ftw

Flashes of Silver

Carlos is fine with silently pining away for his best friend TK until the boy comes back to campus with a new accessory that makes Carlos’ brain melt with desire. 

nonnie, you should know that this request made me scream with delight, thank you for the idea!!

@shippingsailors

“Are you even listening to me right now, Reyes?”

Carlos Reyes looks up from his phone across the small table wherehe sits with Iris Blake, to find her giving him an unamused look as she muncheson her chips.

“You ask me to have lunch with you here in the courtyard, just soyou can ignore me and stare at you’re phone?” she questions, making him winceat her tone. “I could be in the library; I have papers due.”

“We all have papers due, chica,” he shoots back, even though he’sseconds away from being in the doghouse with his friend, he’s never been ableto keep from poking the bear. His family has always said that for such amellow, quiet kid, he’s always had a reckless streak. “Besides you needed toeat, and not in the library, you know Mrs. Powellhates that.”

Iris rolls her eyes at him, but there is a hint of a smile on herface. “Goodie-goodie, no wonder that old bat loves you so much.”

Carlos gives her an unconcerned shrug. It’s true, the university’slibrarian, a grumpy sixty-eight-year-old woman with grey-blue hair, loves him.“She just wants you to respect her books and the sacred space they are held in,is that so hard?”

Iris gives him another roll of her eyes, scoffing at his words asshe bites into her turkey club. “What’s TK saying?” she asks through a mouthfull, pointing at his phone.

“He’s got a surprise, said he’s joining us in a few – “ Carlostrails off, he looks up to see a smug smirk on her face, and Carlos goes redrealizing that he never actually said that he was texting with their friend TKStrand, Iris just figured it out. “How did you –“

Iris snorts loudly, drawing the attention of a few people aroundthem. “Your face, of course,” she starts, pointing a delicate finger in hisface as she waves it around in a circle. “You had ‘TK’ face; it’s verydistinctive. All soft and lovesick, kind of like when someone shows you a puppy,and all you want to do is snuggle it close and love it forever. TK is the puppyin this analogy.”

Carlos’ face is so hot; he’s sure he’s going to catch flame. “Shutup.”

Iris lets out a laugh at his words; her delight is unmistakable.“Great comeback, Reyes,” she says, still chuckling, though her expressionsoftens when he says nothing. She sighs as her laughter trails off. “Carlos,when exactly are you going to do something about the massive crush you have onour friend?”

Carlos feels his pulse spike at her question, his mouth going dry.“I don’t have a crush on TK.”

Iris raises an eyebrow at him; she looks both unimpressed andsympathetic all at once. “No, you’re right, it’s not a crush. It was a crush senioryear when he moved to Texas and flashed those pretty green eyes at you. Afterthree years of secretly pining, never dating for long, moping when he startsseeing someone and being overjoyed when it only lasts a month, I think we cancall it what it is, so…. When are you going to do something about being in lovewith your best friend?”

Carlos opens and closes his mouth, not sure what he wants to say,when they hear their names being called out. Looking across the yard, they seeTK waving at them with a wide smile on his face as he quickly walks towardsthem.

Carlos looks back at Iris panicked. “Please, don’t say anything,”he begs, feeling his hands sweat.

“I would never,” Iris says quickly, just as TK gets to theirtable. She flashes a smile up at the new arrival. “Hey, TK! How was New Yorkand your mom?”

“Crowded, dirty, and fun,” TK laughs as he leans down to hug her.“Mom was in top mom form,” he continues turning his smile towards Carlos.

Carlos gets up to hug him too, letting out an oomph when TKall but slams into him as he hugs him.

“I missed you too, needy,” he chuckles softly when TK doesn’t letgo of him right away. He catches the raised eyebrow Iris gives him and feelshimself blushing again, but he doesn’t loosen his hold on TK until the boy letshim go first.

“I just really missed that handsome Texan face of yours,” TKteases as he steps out of his hug, taking the empty chair at the table.

Carlos tells himself not to react to the comment. TK doesn’t meananything by it; he’s never meant anything by it. TK likes to flirt andtease; he’s a happy-go-lucky guy who knows he’s beautiful and likes to jokearound with everyone, especially his best friend. It means nothing.

“So,” Carlos clears his throat, hoping the smile on his face isrelaxed, and not an awkward mess the way he always feels when TK is around.“You said in your text you had a surprise?”

TK grins at him, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, and withoutsaying a word, he sticks his tongue out.

“Holy shit!” Iris exclaims in amazement, leaning forward to get abetter look. “That’s hot, TK!”

“Thanks,” TK smirks pleased, before looking over at Carlos. “Whatdo you think? Do you like it?”

Carlos hears the question, but he can’t answer. How can he whenhis brain is currently melting, and will at any second, ooze out of his ears.TK Strand has a tongue ring, a silver little round stud that was made with thesole purpose of ruining Carlos’ life.

“I – I, yeah, looks good,” Carlos croaks out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Iris biting down on herlip, probably to keep from laughing at how pathetic he is.  Looking over at TK, he feels a pang of guiltas he sees the previously bright smile on his face has dimmed, and he looks atCarlos with an unsure expression. He wants to say something, anything to bringthat smile he loves so much back, but he feels tongue-tied and silly. Hisstupid feelings feel right on the surface, ready for everyone to see, and hejust wants to hide.

“I should go,” he says, standing up, ignoring the sound of protestTK and Iris let out. “Gotta study,” he gets out, gathering his things haphazardly.

“Carlos,” TK says his name quietly, looking up at him with a smallconfused frown, his eyes a little cloudy.

Carlos flashes him what he hopes is a smile and not a grimace. Heplaces his hand on TK’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll see youlater, okay?”

TK looks at him a moment longer before giving him a nod, though hedoesn’t lose his frown. “Okay.”

With one last awkward wave, he turns on his heel and hightails itout of there, away from the boy he’s stupidly in love with, and his damn tonguering.

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He hides out in the library like a coward. He gives Mrs. Powell awave, getting one back, and even gets half of a smile, which is the most anyonecan usually get from the older woman, before heading for the back to his usualtable.

The thing is he knows that hiding won’t help for long, not when itcomes to TK Strand. Where Carlos likes to be cautious, TK is bold. He stillremembers the boy when he first arrived in Austin, their senior year of highschool. It didn’t take long for it to get out around school that TK was gay,and it took even less time for people to try to mess with him for it. The boyhad a slimmer frame back then, dressed in tight skinny jeans, and had softpretty features. The guys they went to school with thought he was an easytarget, and TK quickly proved that line of thinking was incorrect. He wouldfight back like a hellcat, giving zero fucks about bloody knuckles as long ashis bullies were bleeding worse.

People learned not to mess with the boy quickly after that, andCarlos has been smitten ever since. Becoming his friend had given him thecourage to come out himself. After that, though at the time TK was almost ahead shorter than him, the boy had turned into Carlos’ own personal guard dog,glaring at anyone who even dared look at him wrong for being gay.

Between his sisters, the Blake girls and TK, Carlos never had toworry about anyone saying a single bad thing about his sexuality. No, TK neverbacks down from a fight, so really it’s no surprise when half an hour afterhe’s arrived at the library, nose deep into his forensic science textbook. Thechair across from him scrapes loudly against the wooden floor as it’s pulledout, and TK sits.

Carlos looks up at him, rolling his eyes as TK makes as much noiseas he can, taking out one of his books. “This is why Mrs. Powell hates you somuch; you’re so damn loud.”

“She hates me because she loves you, and she thinks I’m going tocorrupt you with my deviant ways,” TK flashes him a broad smile, and with it, Carlosgets a peek at a hint of silver.

Jesus fuck, that tongue ring is going to be the end ofhim.

“What she doesn’t get is that I have been trying to corrupt yousince the second I saw you, to no avail,” TK shakes his head sadly. “No matterhow much I try, no dice.”

Carlos rolls his eyes again at TK’s dramatics. “You act like I’msome saint, and you’re the devil here to lead me astray, calm down thetheatrics, Tyler,” he says, smirking when TK pouts at him at the use of hisname. It amuses Carlos to no end the way TK always reacts to it but yet nevertells Carlos to stop the way he does with others. Carlos tries not to give itmore importance than he does, it’s not a big deal that he’s one of the very fewpeople who knows and is allowed to call TK by his full name. It’s nothing.

They study quietly for a while, or well, TK studies,absently playing with the ring in his mouth while Carlos stares, his hand itchingto reach out for TK every time he sees the flashes of silver.

“Are you going to ask or just keep staring,” TK murmurs, his focusstill on his textbook even as Carlos spots the hint of a grin on his face.

Carlos clears his throat, feeling himself go pink at being caught,he’s had years of practice staring at TK, you would think he’d be better at it.

“Why?”

TK looks up from his book, he closes it and puts it to the sidebefore leaning in, elbows on the table as he smiles at Carlos, obviouslypleased that he caved. “Because I felt like it, and thought it would look good.”

Carlos nods; he can’t argue with the fact that it looks reallygood on TK, but then again, everything does. “Did it hurt?”

TK tilts his head to the side, thinking about it before wrinklinghis face. “Not as much as I thought it would. Afterward, it just felt weirdhaving something in my mouth.”

“Thought you’d be used to that,” Carlos mutters, smirking when TKlets out a dramatic gasp before he laughs, his green eyes dancing with amusement.

“I am curious about that,” TK comments, a mischievous glintentering his eyes. “I haven’t even kissed anyone since I got it, they say you’resupposed to wait three weeks at least.”

Carlos swallows hard as he does the math, TK’s been away for amonth. “When did you get it?”

TK looks at him as he leans back on his chair, a slow lazy smileon his face as he looks at Carlos knowingly. “The first week I got to NYC,” hesays softly, his eyes hooded as he stares at Carlos before he lets the littlesilver stud peek out again.

Carlos takes a sharp breath, his pulse spiking as he stares backat TK and reads the clear invitation on his best friend’s face. He’s not surewhat his face is saying to TK, probably all his love and the naked lust he’sfelt for him since he was seventeen, but whatever it is, it makes TK smile backat him bright and happy, his eyes dancing.

“Finally,” he breathes, never losing his smile. “I wasbeginning to think I was going to have to hire a skywriter.”

“You –,” Carlos licks his suddenly dry lips, feeling his stomachclench when TK’s eyes drop to his mouth, and he licks his own as he watchesCarlos.

“Since I met you,” TK admits softly, his face going gentle as helooks into Carlos’ eyes. “For such a smart guy, you’re so slow, baby.”

Carlos looks at him with wide eyes; he obviously has to bedreaming. His best friend in the whole world, the guy he’s been crazy about foryears now, can’t be telling him that he feels the same. There is no way he’s thatlucky.

TK’s expression softens even further, reminding him that TK canread him pretty easily. “I have to find a book,” TK starts, pointing towardsthe back of the library where no one ever really goes. Carlos watches him as hecomes around the table, holding his breath when TK runs his hand over the backof his neck, his fingers sending shivers down Carlos’ spine. “Maybe you canhelp me,” he says softly as he walks away, never once looking back to see ifCarlos is coming.

Taking a calming breath, it takes Carlos less than thirty secondsto make up his mind and stand from the table, following TK to the back. He’sfinally been given a chance to have the one thing he’s wanted forever. There’sno way he’s letting it slip through his fingers now.

He finds TK at the very end of the library, sitting on anotherreading table; this one a little dusty from lack of use. TK is biting on hisbottom lip in that nervous way of his, and when he looks at Carlos, gone is thecocky guy from a few minutes ago, and in his place is the not so confident boythat lies beneath his usual bravado. It’s the TK that always sparks Carlos’more protective instincts. He walks up slowly to him, stepping in between hisparted knees.  

With TK sitting, it puts them at a height difference that leavesTK looking up at him. Carlos brings his hands up to cradle TK’s face, tiltingit up even further, making sure TK is looking straight into his eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” he can’t help but ask. The last thinghe wants is to lose his friend for a momentary case of hormones.

“Do you want this?” TK asks back; instead of answering, itcomes out more teasing, but Carlos can still see the hint of nerves.

“I have always wanted you,” Carlos confesses, finally letting itout. His heart beats hard against his chest as he gives life to his secret, butthe way TK’s eyes widen makes it worth it. “Every second of every day, I wantto be with you. I want to kiss you, hold you, have sex with you.”

“Carlos,” TK lets out breathlessly, his hands coming up to gripCarlos’ arms.

“But I want more than that too,” he continues, now that it’s outhe can’t hold back. “I have feelings for you. I’m in love with you, TK.”

TK tightens his hold on him, pulling him closer. “You never saidanything.”

“I was afraid to lose you,” Carlos whispers, now feeling unsure. “Irather have your friendship than not have you at all.”

TK closes his eyes, smiling as he shakes his head. “Idiot.”

“Hey,” Carlos starts to grin, moving forward when TK bringshis hands to the back of his neck and pulls him closer. Letting go of TK’s face,he places his hands on his waist, pressing his forehead against TK’s as the boylets out a soft laugh, and Carlos feels the same kind of giddy joy.

“I’ve had feelings for you since I met you,” TK says quietly, hisbreath touching Carlos’ face. He aches to close the distance between theirlips. “Back when I was so pissed that my dad dragged us here from New York, andI hated everything about Austin. You were the only thing I liked about it, andthen as we became friends, you became the person that made it feel like home.”

“Can I kiss you?” Carlos pleads, not being able to take it asecond longer, not when the boy he loves is telling him he feels the same way.

Carlos feels TK’s smile against his mouth instead of seeing it; hesighs into the kiss three years in the making. He pulls TK by the waist andgroans into the kiss when TK answers by wrapping his legs around Carlos’ waist,bringing their bodies flush against the other, and Carlos can feel how much TKwants him, his own body reacting to it the same way.

“Ty,” Carlos gasps out before TK slips his tongue inside his mouth.He moans helplessly not just at the taste of TK’s mouth, but also at the feelof that smooth silver stud pressing against his tongue as TK takes his time, makingsure he pulls Carlos apart with each flick of his skilled tongue.

“Carlos,” TK whispers back when he pulls away to take abreath. Carlos can’t stop touching or kissing him, and he trails a path withhis mouth from TK’s lips down his jaw, to his neck, kissing and sucking on anystrip of skin he can, instantly addicted to the taste of TK Strand.

“I knew it would be like this between us,” TK moans, his headthrown back as Carlos sucks at the pulse point under his jaw. His hand’s gripat his shirt and Carlos pulls back long enough to pull it over his head.

TK looks at him, his usually bright green eyes darkening as hetakes in Carlos’ bare chest, the piercing on his tongue peeking out as he curlshis tongue and makes an appreciative sound. “Fuck, baby, you’re a workof art.”

Carlos feels himself go hot at the compliment, and the heated wayTK looks at him, he feels it from the top of his head and down his chest.

TK makes another noise, smiling up at him wickedly as he sees hisskin turn pink. “Oh, that’s pretty,” he says softly, his hand reaching out totouch Carlos, his thumb rubbing gently over one of Carlos’ nipples. He shiversat the touch, not being able to stop the whine that escapes his lips. TK’s eyesflicker back up to his, and his smile softens. He uses his legs, still aroundCarlos’ waist to pull him back in.

Hands cup his face, and Carlos closes his eyes as TK brushes hislips across his. “We’re going to be amazing, aren’t we?” he asks against hismouth, and Carlos nods, swallowing hard as he pictures what being with TK isgoing to be like.

Yes, they’re going to be incredible, starting right now.

Carlos goes to kiss him again, more than ready to get theincredible parts started when someone clears their throat behind them, causinghim to freeze.

TK looks over his shoulder at their unexpected guest before helooks back at Carlos; his eyes are wide, but there is a twinkle of amusement inthem when he mouths ‘oops’ at him, like the little shit he is.

“Hi, Mrs. Powell,” he says brightly. Carlos closes his eyes withdread, something tells him after today he isn’t going to be the librarian’sfavorite anymore. “Carlos was helping me find a book.”

Carlos looks at TK incredulously, finding a bright smile on hislips as he looks back at him with zero shame, and shakes his head, but in theend, he can’t feel anything but happiness. This is the crazy boy he chose tolove.

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“I hear congratulations are in order,” Iris calls out as she walksup to them on the quad. Carlos looks up from where he’s been spending timekissing TK’s neck.

“Hey,” TK greets her back as he presses himself to his side, flashingCarlos a bright smile when he throws an arm over his shoulder and pulls himcloser. “Thanks, I honestly can’t believe we’re finally together and that ittook me sticking a metal rod through my tongue to get this going.”

“Hey, that’s not true,” Carlos protests as TK rolls his eyes.

“Don’t even try to deny it,” TK points at him. “I have beenthrowing hints forever and nothing. It took me getting a piercing, and honestly,me being tired of waiting for this to happen.”

“I didn’t know you were throwing hints!”

TK rolls his eyes again before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.“I know,” he says gently. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty because you’re clueless.”

Carlos goes to protest again, but TK stops him by giving himanother kiss, this time on the lips. Carlos sighs into it, ready to get lost init when Iris clears her throat loudly.

“Yeah, still here,” she says sarcastically, giving him an eye rollof her own. “I knew you’d be annoyingly cute once you finally got your shittogether.”

Carlos blushes at the comment, while TK laughs delightfully.

Iris smirks back at them. “By the way, that’s not what I wascongratulating you two on.”

“Oh?” TK raises an eyebrow at her, and Carlos feels dread again asher smirk seems to grow.

She pulls a flyer out of her bag, passing it over to them, andCarlos feels his face turn bright red as he takes in both his and TK’s faces onthe sheet of paper, with the words ‘banned from the library until further notice’under their faces.

“Apparently even though she hates everyone, it takes a lot to getMrs. Powell to ban someone; you two are now legends,” Iris tells them with agrin, wagging her eyebrows at him.

“Oh my god,” Carlos groans, dropping his head into his hands. Heturns his head to the side when he hears a snicker and finds TK smiling wildly.

“You find this funny, Tyler?” he questions dryly, and though TKmakes his usual face at his name, it doesn’t diminish the smile on his face, orthe affection shining in his eyes.

“Hilarious,” TK grins.

Carlos shakes his head, unable to stop his own smile. “Why do I likeyou?”

“Love,” TK corrects, biting down on his own smile. “Yousaid you love me, you can’t take it back now.”

Carlos smiles gently at him, bringing his hand back up to cup hischeek. “I’m never going to take it back.”

TK starts leaning in to kiss him, when Iris groans, forcing themto stop.

“Once again,” she shakes her head at them. “I’m still here.”

Carlos flashes her an apologetic look, knowing it doesn’t come offas sincere when he can’t stop smiling; he’s just so happy.

“Whatever,” she rolls her eyes as she stands back up. “I’mleaving to let you two be gooey and in love, try not to get banned from all ofcampus for indecent exposure.”

They watch her leave before TK draws his attention by tugging onhis hand.

“She’s got a point you know,” TK starts, giving him a dirty smirk.“If I don’t get you alone soon, I’m going to jump you right here.”

Carlos smiles back, his stomach clenching with anticipation. “Luckyfor us, I have an apartment, and I live alone.”

TK curls his tongue, and that little silver stud meant to driveCarlos crazy peeks out. “Then what are we waiting for?”

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Friday Night Lights

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Romantic Prinxiety, Platonic Sleepxiety 

Summary: Roman and Virgil play opposite positions on their rival high school football teams. It’s the Homecoming game and tensions are high. Neither are willing to lose but one must rise above the other…

Warnings (in order of strength): Some language throughout, Just Gays Being Dudes (That is to say, some mildly mildly risqué content)

Genre: Human (High School) AU, Rivals to Lovers, Eventual Fluff 

A/N: I impulsively wrote a bullet point fic (*btw the bullet fic does contain some spoilers so beware of that before you read it*) several months ago and meant to flush it out a lot sooner but I only got a thousand words in before life hit and I wasn’t able to continue. I’m hoping to get the second part done soon, but in the mean time I thought I might as well post this! :D Love you all 🖤✨ 

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The locker room light was sterilely bright, fluorescent lightbulbs glaring loudly above Virgil’s head. Bodies rushed back and forth in front of him, occasionally bumping into his knees or ruffling his hair. A hand clapped his shoulder but between the padding on his shoulders and the distance of his mind, he hardly felt it.

He sat on the wooden bench, neck bent, eyes closed, and breathing deeply through his nose. He did this before every game. While his other teammates hyped each other up- yelling and pounding each other on the back- he would go somewhere far, far away. It was how he got centered before all the chaos, how he rose above the adrenaline pounding in his heart, how he won. But today was different. Today he had to win.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, you ready to smash this game?”

Virgil grinned as he opened his eyes and turned to look at his fullback, Remy, “Yeah, dude. We’re going to wipe that smug grin off Prince’s face once and for all.”

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Roman Prince sat in a tight huddle with the rest of his team, wearing a smug grin. This was the homecoming game, basically the most exciting three hours of Roman’s year. Besides, this was his senior year and his last chance to show the rival school where they belonged. (That is to say, in the dirt).

With one last shout, the team started jogging out of the locker room, jumping as than ran and yelling at each other occasionally like they couldn’t even remember how to talk. The energy was electric. Roman lived for moments like this. The only thing he loved more than the pre-game hype was the post-victory euphoria.

He grinned and ran out into the field. It was dusk, a dark blue sky fenced off by the bright flood lights ringing the stands. He was hit by the strange combination of smells that was only found on high school football fields- funnel cake and sweat and turf and axe body spray and face paint. He waved at the cheering stands and blew a kiss at the opposing bleachers who booed at his arrival. This was his world and that ridiculous West Shore High didn’t have shit on him.

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Virgil glared across the field at the pompous tackler from Monarch Knights. He was currently blowing kisses over towards his team and it made Virgil want to punch him. The boy was just so full of himself. Unfortunately, he had some right to be. On defensive, he was like a wall- one that simply refused to be knocked down. When he played offense, he moved like a tractor through the other team, mowing them down like they were cards and he was a quickly approaching tornado.

Remy laughed next to him, “I don’t think staring at him is going to do anything.”

“Well, if you do your job, I won’t have to do anything to him,” Virgil shoved him lightly in the chest.

Remy pushed back and it sent Virgil stumbling back a few feet. Virgil was by far the smallest on the team but he didn’t really mind; his job was to be light and fast. Being the halfback meant he got the ball and ran like his life depended on it. All the brutes around him were supposed to keep the field clear enough for him to sprint all the way to the end zone.

Usually it worked out well. Remy would run ahead of Virgil, knocking any threats out of the way and Virgil would carry them all the way to victory. Usually. Sometimes they would come across teams with some on-steroids sort of defense. Sometimes Remy would get pushed to the side play after play and Virgil would spend every down trying to weave his way through an oncoming river. Sometimes Virgil would get trapped in front of an oncoming wall and could hardly run an inch the entire night. More specifically, sometimes they played against Roman Prince.

Monarch Knights was the only school they had lost to the entire season. But not tonight. Virgil refused to be made a fool of.

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Roman could feel that stare from across the field. Hundreds of eyes were on him at the moment, but none were so venomous.

It was the little creep who played offense for West Shore. He was one of the strangest people Roman had ever had the displeasure of playing against. Virgil Tempeste was like a chihuahua- tiny, aggressive, and buzzing with energy. Standing next to him felt just as idiotically risky as standing three inches from a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm. When Roman had been forced to shake his hand earlier in the season, he had been half convinced that Tempeste was going to bite him.

As difficult as it was to admit though, he was Roman’s biggest concern this game. The halfback was fast and he knew how to weave through even the best defense lineups. He moved across the field like an ice skater across a rink.

Roman tried to give the little weasel a wave, but he was too busy bickering with the boy next to him to see Roman. Is was oddly disappointing; Roman would have loved to see how mad he could make Tempeste before the game even began.

——————————————————- The pre-game niceties passed by Virgil in a blur. Someone sang the national anthem, a coin got tossed, and the Student Body Leaders said something over the speaker system but it just sounded like overly enthusiastic static.

All that mattered was that they had possession of the ball. That meant Virgil could start his sprint from the very start of the game. Virgil liked his position. He was important, he had purpose, it gave him an opportunity to use all of the anxious energy he had bouncing around inside. Most importantly, his position was the very back of the formation which meant he got to see everyone else’s asses.

He looked out across the field and over his team. Past Remy, their quarterback, and the long line of guards and receivers, the red uniforms of the Knights blazed an angry red. It was such an arrogant colour, bright and brash and filling all of Virgil’s senses. Every time they played against the Knights, those stupid uniforms bothered him a ridiculous amount. Maybe that’s why they wear them- like that thing the matadors do with the red capes.

Virgil shook his head. He needed to stay focused; the game was going to start in seconds at most and he was idiotically thinking about the opposing team’s colours. But if he craned his back he could just see Prince…

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Roman glared at the brute in front of him. His mouth guard sat heavily against his teeth. The bitter taste of plastic couldn’t mask the coppery adrenaline that coated his tongue and flooded his brain.

This was his game. His to win, his to conquer, his to dominate. And none of those Concord-grape-looking fools were going to get in his way.

The beast in front of him growled and Roman rolled his eyes. He really thought he could intimidate Roman? Bitch, please. He looked like the type of guy who would hurl slurs at Roman for wearing eyeliner just because he was insecure in his own sexuality (and probably thought that Roman was just a little bit hot). That type stopped scaring him a long time ago. Besides, he could brush that guy off like a fly.

The real threat was several feet behind him. Roman had come to refer to Remy Ristretto and Virgil Tempeste as Team Rocket because they were just as annoying and undermining- except they were often more successful than the cartoon characters.

Roman stopped trying to see Virgil and made eye contact with the wall just a few feet ahead, giving him a wink. He might as well have fun with this. Anyways, he’d have plenty of time to bother Tempeste later in the game.

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[writingismyhappytime]

Escaping Grace (Part 2)

Warnings: Language, Angst. This series will have a lot of anxiety/mental abuse mentions. 

"Are you sure this looks okay?" I ask hesitantly, standing in front of the floor length mirror in my room. Vale and I had spent all day yesterday trying to find something appropriate, but to my frustration I hadn't found a thing I'd liked.

Now I was staring intently at my reflection, dressed in my average clothes that don't really make me stand out at all --- which could be a good thing, I guess. No need in trying to be too obvious about wanting to impress them, right?

"Of course," Vale says from behind me as she slips her earrings in, glancing me over. "Those are your good ass jeans, you know that. You can make anything look good in those."

Well, that does make me feel a little better. Vale is the kind of person to tell you if you look terrible, so I take the statement pretty seriously I give myself another glance, but turn away after a moment, knowing I'm not going to be satisfied the more I look; I always overthink everything.

I glance at my best friend as she slips into some heels, which only make her look more imposing. Her black hair falls straight from her widows peak, and her makeup is simple today, just a flick of eyeliner to accentuate her eyes.

I'm always so jealous of her, I've told her that a hundred times. She has such a perfect figure, I always feel so short and stumpy in comparison. On my good days I feel like I look pretty badass, with my tattoos and piercings, depending on what I'm wearing to accentuate them --- but om days like these, I feel uncertain about everything. My hair, my clothes, how badly noticeable my breakouts are --- in my mind, surely that's the first thing our new business partners are going to notice.

Why is having clear skin such a struggle?

The temptation to fake sick and go crawl inside the bathtub is suddenly really strong. I can send Vale in as my ambassader and she'll have them eating out of the palm of her hand, no doubt. One wink from her, a soft smirk on her glossy lips --- she could seduce the gold from a leprechaun.

Maybe I won't have to fake sick after all, my stomach is doing flips and tying itself into knots. I rub my palms nervously against my dark jeans, fighting the ball of nerves in my throat as it threatens to choke me down. I can't do this, I can't meet them, I'll ruin everything. I should just keep myself as far away from them as I possibly can so that I don't ruin anything, and ---.

"Uh, where are you going?" Vale demands as I suddenly make a beeline for the bathroom. "You have to finish getting dressed, Leah! We're going to be late!"

"I suddnely don't feel very well," I reply as I step into the bathroom, curling my toes against the coldness of the tiles as I turn my back to the mirror above the sink. I gaze into the tub, my hands on my hips as I look at nothing inparticular. "Maybe this is a bad idea."

"The only bad idea is you thinking that it is one." She says from where she sits on the edge of my bed, fiddling with her heels. "Don't let your nerves get to you. You're so excited to meet them and I'm not going to let you miss this. Now," she levels a stare at me that I purposefully try to ignore. "Get dressed or you're going in those pikachu shorts and barefoot."

I glance down at my pajama bottoms.

"That would be a good impression, wouldn't it?" I sigh, running a hand through my messy hair. I let the bathroom door swing closed, and hastily get dressed before I can put anymore thought into it. The less I think, the better it'll be.

My fingers linger on the t shirt I thought about wearing, one of the designs from our merch line that hasn't been produced yet. Would it be too cheesy to wear my own band shirt? Probably. I just end up grabbing my favorite jeans, the one's with the holes in the knee's from where I'd fallen in the studio and put them there on accident. I sit down on the edge of the tub, grabbing my boots and slipping them on easily, pleased with the easy zipper so I don't have to lace them.

At least these are comfy clothes for me, something I'm familiar with. I wish I wasn't so anxious, that my palms didn't have sweat building on them, or that I feel like I'm going to be sick at any moment. It's a curse, and what the doctor prescribes helps, but I hate taking medicine all the time, too.

Vale suddenly starts thumping her hand impatiently against the door, and my eyes flick to the clock sitting on a shelf. She's right, if we don't get going we're going to be late. "Leah, are you ready yet? We gotta get going already!"

"I'm ready," I say, although I don't feel it at all. I cast one last look in the mirror, frowning. My blonde hair was pulled back so it doesn't fall in my face, revealing the red and blue streaks decorating the lower layer. My eyes are a bright green, and Vale did my eyeliner so the color really seems to pop more tonight. Some days I can agree with her that I'm pretty, but today I'm rolling in nerves and the thought is arguable.

"If we don't leave now we're going to be un-fashionably late!" Vale hisses from the other room, and I roll my eyes as I jerk open the bathroom door. She gives me an approving look before beckoning me forward, already heading for the front door of the apartment we share.

We have to grab a cab, but it doesn't take us long to get to the club. It's kind of exclusive, you have to be on a list to get in, but so long as Craig called and did his duty, we shouldn't have any problems. We could skip the line and head right inside.

God it would be mortifying if he forgot to call.

The first sign the night isn't going as planned is seeing Nate and Clarke waiting outside on the curb. I thought they'd be inside already, rubbing elbows and getting into trouble. I send Vale a nervous look she ignores, tossing the cabbie some bills as we both hastily get out of the car.

"Why aren't you guys already inside?" She demands the moment they're within eashot, and both men turn to look at us.

Clarke's brows are furrowed, his square jaw clenched. His brown hair is falling into his eyes, and I can tell he's frustrated. "We're not on the list."

"What?" Oh no, this is it, this is the end. Craig forgot, didn't he? Our big moment is already over, we can't even get inside the club. Fate has forsaken us, laughing in our face, it's all over, it's ---.

"Leah, stop looking all doom and gloom," Vale pats my shoulder, as if knowing exactly what the pained look on my face means I'm thinking. She's known me long enough to know I immediately go into a downward spiral of despair before any rationality hits.

"Craig must have forgot." Nate sounds annoyed, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he tries to light it. He keeps shifting his weight back and forth, and I'm not sure if it's due to the cold or his aggravation. "I already called him and he damn well forgot to get our reservation. What the hell are we supposed to do now, huh?"

This is so embarrassing.

I know my cheeks are burning, and I rub my arms uncomfortably. We're supposed to be getting famous and this is really a kick to the ego. I think "famous," pretty lightly, but at least well known enough to get into venues on our own.

"Well, don't panic," my roommate purses her lips thoughtfully. "We just have to find a way inside. The bouncer doesn't look like he would be too tough to crack, unless he's gay. Then one of you two is going to have to be bait while the rest of us sneak in."

Nate and Clarke do not look like they agree with her idea, both of their noses curling.

"I am not bait," Nate retorts, smoke drifting in a haze around him. "I would not lower myself to that level, thank you."

He sends all of us an annoyed look, just barely coming to Clarke's shoulder. Clarke always looms over the rest of us --- except tonight Vale is the same height as him and looks just as formidable. They look like people you wouldn't casually approach for directions, especially Clarke with his major RBF.

My eyes flick to the bouncer, and he looks familiar. His back is to us where he stands at the door beneath the light, barring entrance to our future. This man is keeping us from meeting the people that might propel our careers, and I almost didn't like him because of it. I have to remind myself that he's just doing his job, it isn't personal, he has no idea how important this is to us!

But maybe he should.

What if we just reasonably explained who we were, had Craig call their management to straighten this all out, and went from there? That was the most logical answer, and of course it would work; we don't have to seduce the bouncer, lure him and knock him out in an alley like Vale is trying to convince is our next course of action.

"Why don't we just tell him what's going on?" I suggest, giving them my idea. They have to concede it's the best course of action, and Clarke agrees with me even if Vale thinks I'm ruining all the fun. Our bassist turns away to call our manager, who's definitely in the dog house right now despite getting us this gig.

"Okay, why don't you go up to talk to him and tell him what's up?" Nate urges, and I give him a horrified look as I realize he's talking to me.

"What? Why me?" I cross my arms uncomfortably, but I'm starting to feel awkward standing out here with them like this. I feel like everyone has to know about our predicament, how embarrassing it is for us!

My cheeks are starting to get hot, and I rub my arms nervously.

"Because you're our frontperson, aren't you? They'll recognize you before they do the rest of us." he points out, but I absolutely do not like the idea! They know how I am about talking to people, I use an app to order all my takeout for goodness sake! I might be trying to get famous, but it's not because I want to really be that sociable.

"Probably not, no one will recognize me," I mumble, shaking my head quickly. "We're not that well known yet, yknow? Vale would have a better ---."

"Vale is currently cussing out Craig and is going to cause us a scene if we don't go in already," the drummer grumbles, both of us looking over where Clarke and Vale stand, her hissing into his cellphone where he holds it between them. I can only imagine Craig's apologetic tone.

Oh man.

I sigh, but one of us is going to have to go up there. I cast a glance at the long line of people streching down the row behind the red rope before disappearing around the block. If we waited in line like everyone else, we'd be hours getting inside!

I take a deep breath, exhaling against the anxiety. Well, I can do this. I can approach this man and ask very nicely that he let us in because our business associates are waiting to meet us and he is not going to be the reason we turn into one hit wonders to be forgotten about! Or, god forbid, our music is just played in commercials and we get associated with some type of biscuit for the rest of our career.

I cringe at the thought.

I take a deep breath before starting forward. I avert my gaze from the long line of people I'm brazenly walking past, hoping I'm not about to embarrass myself. I can see some of them cutting their eyes at me, there's no telling how long they've been waiting outside to get into this club. I can already hear the music, it's like the walls are thrumming, the concrete beneath my boots pounding with the beat.

It's muffled, but it makes me wonder how loud it is inside.

I make it to the front of the line, but the bouncers back is to me as he lets someone in the door.

"Excuse me," I start, trying to not sound as nervous as I feel. I'm supposed to be confident, I represent my band after all, so cool and sophisticated is supposed to be a given. If it wasn't for the fact I'm incredibly clumsy and socially awkward, my appearance at least would give off that vibe.

The bouncer turns to glance at me, and I blink as I recognize him.

"Liliya?" Alexei sounds surprised, but I'm probably the last person he ever expected to see tonight.

I smile at him, relaxing a little bit. "Hey, Alexei. It's been a while, huh?"

"A while? Years!" He reaches forward, grasping and squeezing my hand tightly. His Russian accent is still heavy on his words, but his English is good now. My family is originally from Russia, but came here before I was born; a lot of my older brothers still have the accent just like my mother and cousins on her side.  "You've grown so much, I almost didn't recognize you!"

Not being recognized as the sad sop from before is probably the best compliment he could have given me. I hate the thought of how I was before I was able to escape my family, my life in that small town --- he probably remembers the girl who wouldn't make eye contact and would barely speak a word. It took me a long time to get out of that, and I'm happier with how I am now.

I'm not so afraid anymore.

"I thought you were going back home," I say after a moment, glancing him up and down. Still thick brown hair, broad shoulders and tall. He's shaved his beard, and he looks rather formiddable in his black t shirt and jeans; standard bouncer, he fits the part.

"I extended my visa to stay longer. I am here on weekends for extra money. How are you doing, Liliya? How is your music?" He questions, completely ignoring the complaining crowd that's wanting to go inside.

My eyes flick to where my band is gathered a ways down, staring intently and waiting for some kind of signal. Should I start waving my arms frantically or something, is that the cue that it's safe to come in?

"It's going pretty well so far. My band is just down there," I gesture at them pointedly. "We're actually supposed to be meeting a fellow band inside, Black Veil Brides?"

I hate that I end on a question, like I'm not really sure if I'm supposed to go in or not. Alexei either doesn't notice or ignores it, he just nods his head. It's kind of nice to see him, a cousin that I actually liked; he was always nice to me, always laughing or having a good time despite my mothers stern and serious demeanor. He didn't let her damper his happiness.

"Oh, yes, I let them in twenty minutes ago. They mentioned something about meeting someone. Come," Alexei tugs on the red velvet rope, waving his beefy hand at my band, who hastily scurries forward; I can see the relief on all of their faces.

Maybe one embarrassing moment can be missed for us?

"Thank you, Alexei," I say as they hastily file past me through the black scratched door, Vale sending me a curious look. "I'm glad I ran into you, too!"

"You must keep in touch more. Here," He reaches into his shirt pocket, pulling out a business card. I glance at it before slipping it into my backpocket, seeing how nice and sleek it looks. "If you need me, you reach me. I'm here for a few more months before I must extend visa again."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you," I say, giving him another smile before I step through the black door and into the darkness of the club.

This is the first time family has ever done anything for me.

~~~~~~

"How the hell did you manage to get us in, Leah?" Nate asks as he falls into step beside me, casually slipping his arm over my shoulder. I let him pull me to his side, my hand pressing lightly against his lower back; he really didn't need to wear that much cologne. "That was badass! I thought for sure we were gonna get stuck outside."

"Oh, I knew the bouncer, he's my cousin." I explain after a moment, my cheeks heating. We're going through a dark hallway, but I can just dimly see the door at the end, lights strobing underneath, and already the music is so loud I'm having to almost shout. I figure once we get inside we won't be able to hear anything at all.

Vale kicks open the door rather roughly, and I cringe as the music hits us full force. It's obnoxiously loud and my ears immediately ache from the bass. I can feel it through the floor, and the heat of the room! It's intense.

I can see where we have to go down a flight of stairs to get to a platform that leads to the bar, and a few more steps until you reached the club floor. The place is packed with people, dancing, drinking, having a good time. I wish I could relax like them, throw my hands carelessly in the air and just jump to the beat of the music.

Vale states I'm high strung all the time, kicking myself in the shin by looking for the next disaster instead of enjoying the current peace. She's not wrong, but I don't know how else to be. I annoy myself sometimes, and I wish I could change, but it would be a hard habit to drop.

"There's the guys," Vale shouts after a moment, and I follow her pointing finger across the room. I don't know how she knows it's them, everyone looks the same to me. Maybe it's the goggle of groupies crowding around the VIP area in their tiny dresses and glowing neon jewelry; how were we supposed to get past that? We're probably not even going to be able to get into the VIP area!

"Let's go, they probably think we're ditching them with how late we are," Clarke says, and I cringe. Thirty minutes past our meeting time, I hate that. I'm so weird about being punctual.

I latch tightly onto Vale, not wanting to get separated. I have a harder time keeping up with her longer strides, I almost feel childish clinging to her as we descend the metal steps. She squeezes my hand comfortingly, Nate and Clarke falling into step behind me.

I'm not quite sure how we all manage to stay together through the crowd, I'm pretty sure Clarke has a tight grip on Nate's collar to keep him from straying; no doubt he's already spying potential conquests for the night, and I roll my eyes at the thought. I'm starting to think that's all that goes through his head, he never takes anything seriously, at all! It drives me absolutely nuts, it's like he doesn't care!

Vale suddenly stalls in front of me, and I thoughtlessly step up beside her, seeing we've reached the impenetrable throng of groupies. There's a few guys mixed in, all talking excitedly out of reach of the red rope separating them from the VIP section. I wish I could lean around them, just wave and they part like the red sea so I could get where I needed to be.

How annoying.

"Excuse me," Vale says impatiently, boldly stepping forward. One of the girls glances at her, but hastily steps out of her way when she sees Vale isn't playing around. I know Clarke is looming behind me, and we all follow Vale forward, making sure to avoid all eye contact. I'm shorter than both of them, so I try to hunker between them so no one really notices me.

It's usually not too hard, but they're eyeballing us, and for some reason I have the feeling we've been recognized. If they're saying something I can't hear it over the obnoxious music, and I'm more than relieved when the bodyguard lording over the velvet rope opens it so we can step into the most peaceful section of any nightclub I've ever been in.

I let my breath go in relief as we head for where the other band is sitting. They've noticed us, and all of them are straightening, glasses already scattered on the polished black table where they sit.

My eyes flick to Andy instantly, and it's like all my nerves settle in my stomach, twisting it into this tight, awful knot that wants to rise into my throat. I rub my palms nervously against my jeans, hoping they don't want to shake hands.

Black Veil Brides is known for their black hair and bodypaint, the story they tell with their music. Andy, the lead singer, his voice is deep, and I swear when I first heard his music it sent a shiver down my spine. I loved their look, the tattoos, the paint and piercings --- I'm not one much for all the extra paint myself, my skin is too sensitive, but it works for them well enough.

Is it bad I know exactly who each of them are before they introduce themselves?

"You're Escape from Grace, right?" It's CC who greets us as we finally reach the table, rising to his feet. They're all dressed so... normal, kind of like us, and that makes me feel a little better. None of us really look like we're ready to party in a nightclub, except for maybe Nate with his untucked button up shirt and his attention still focused on the party raging a few feet from him.

I glance at Vale as she reaches to shake CC's hand, her lips lifting into a smile. Her hand lingers in his just a few moments longer than necessary before she pulls away, her eyes flicking him over from his tight black jeans to his headband keeping his hair at bay.

"Yeah. I'm Vale, that's Nate, Clarke, and Leah." She introduces us, gesturing with her hand. Andy hasn't really paid us any attention yet, he's draining a beer and leaning back in his chair; from the looks of it, they're all a few drinks in already. I used to watch his music videos and interviews all the time, sigh dramatically when he spoke; I just liked listening to his voice sometimes, I found it soothing. Now... well, considering I'm meeting him, I find it kind of embarrassing.

His black hair used to be really long, but now he'd cut it shorter where it barely fell into his blue eyes, the trademark eyeliner slightly smeared around them making the color stand out a little more. He's cleanshaven, just like the rest of them, and they all have dark hair --- probably dyed, no doubt.

"It's nice to meet you guys. Come on, sit down," Ashley, their bassist, says, gesturing at the empty chairs before us. Vale somehow finds her spot between Nate and Clarke, putting me beside Ashley, who gives me a grin I force myself to return. I squirm nervously in the cushioned chair, clenching my hands in my lap. I'm so not good with meeting new people, I wish I hadn't come. It's like the idea of it sounds good, but when it's actually happening all I want to do is leave.

"I'm glad you guys finally made it. We were starting to think you stood us up," Ashley calls after a moment, and Vale looks apologetic.

"Sorry about that! We got held up at the bouncer --- Leah had a family reunion," she adds hastily, and I'm kind of glad she does. How about we don't let them know we weren't on the list and couldn't even get in, okay? Kind of kills our vibe.

"Family reunion?" Jinxx questions, his hands clasped in front of him. He's their --- well, he does a little of everything. He's the guitarist, violinist, cellist, plays piano --- the man is a plythora of talents that he utilizes almost every show. It's very impressive, actually.

Nate nudges me, and I hesitate; do they really need the details? I mean, is that important? Everyone doesn't have to look at me so expectantly!

"My --- my cousin is the bouncer." I force myself to say after a moment, digging my nails into my palms as I shrug my shoulders. "I haven't seen him in a while, so we had to catch up. Sorry about being late," I say sincerely, glancing around the table. "That's not typical of us."

I want to assure them of that, so they don't think too lowly of us. Ashley is to my right, than Jinxx, and beside him is Jake, their lead guitarist. Andy is beside him, than CC on the edge beside Clarke, who sits stonefaced as always. He could really try to go for a more friendly face.

"How about some more drinks?" Vale suddenly suggests before anyone has a chance to respond, her voice bright. She raises her hand expectantly, and after a moment a frazzled woman manages to make it to our crowded table; really,so many of us shoved together, I feel like I'm melting. It's extremely hot in here!

"Order?" the woman asks, her hair done up in curls and makeup thick around her eyes. She's pretty, French apparently, and I'm not sure how she expects to hear any of us over this cacaponous music; I can't imagine having to work in a place like this.

Everyone rattles off their orders, and her pen moves furiously across her notepad before pausing. She frowns, her eyes raising to glance around the table before she asks us to repeat that one more time.  We try one more time, but I can see it on her face; she has no idea.

"Two scotches, another beer, and a martini for her," I say as I halfway turn in my chair, gesturing at Vale. "Just a coke for me, thank you. And don't worry, it's really loud in here, so I don't know how anyone can hear a thing." I add, not wanting her to feel bad. She blinks after me before giving me a smile; she looks relieved.

"Thank you. I'll be right back with your orders." She says before turning, disappearing through the throng of people.

"What magic language did you two just speak?" Ashley asks as I shift, realizing everyone is looking at me. Some of them look surprised, some impressed, and I can feel the heat rising in my face.

"French..?"

"How did you learn French? That was so smooth." He compliments, crossing his arms on the table as he looks at me. I avert my gaze, shrugging my shoulders.

"I was an army brat, I've lived all over the world." I explain when it's obvious no one else is going to say anything. "I can speak a little of this and that."

"You're fluent enough to order alcohol, that's good enough for me." he chuckles, his light voice lilting. He's probably the shortest of the group, with high cheekbones and studs decorating his ears. I think he has his own clothing line now, so he's very successful; him and Nate will get along great when it comes to chasing down the women I'm sure. That's the impression I've always gotten of him, anyway.

I've fangirled enough over this band I feel like I know way too much information.

I glance behind me as the noise increases, seeing that the club is starting to get pretty crowded now. Probably due to the photos of the two bands sitting together I know those groupies have been taking and blasting all over social media. I squirm a little in my chair, listening to everyone attempt to talk and hear each other.

I don't think I'll ever be able to hear again after we leave this place.

"So," Andy speaks for the first time tonight, leaning forward a little as he glances at my band. "What are you guys going to open with at our show?"

Oh, right down to business, okay.

"The Last Song is Ours," Vale answers him easily, steepling her fingers in front of her on the table, lights glinting off her black nail polish. Honestly, she would make a great frontwoman for our band, I wish she was the one with the vocal talents and I could just play guitar. Alas, Vale sounds like a screeching duck with something stuck in its throat when she tries to sing, which is also why she avoids even doing back up vocals.

We all have our strong suits, and that's just not hers.

"It should get the crowd pumped, get them ready for you guys to come on stage." She adds when he doesn't comment. "Have you heard it?"

"I've listened to it, your manager sent us your opening list. It's a good song," Ashley states before Andy can reply. "You can reach some serious heights with that voice, Leah. It's impressive."

"Oh, thanks." I nervously brush a strand of blue hair behind my ear. "It's one of our most popular right now, so it's... uh, it's good."

Oh jeez.

It's good? That's all that I can manage?

I'm so relieved when the waitress is suddenly back with our drinks, sliding them around the table. She gives me a bright smile that I return as I take my drink, deciding to leave a nice tip for her.

"All the drinks are right," Jinxx somehow manages to sound surprised as he glances around.

"Why wouldn't they be?" I blink. I know what they said, I ordered them right.

"Y'know, it's a little loud in here if you guys are wanting to talk business," Vale says loudly as a rumble of bass manges to shake the icecubes in my coke. "Why don't we blow this place? It's a little crowded anyway."

Oh yes please. The heat in this room is murder!

"I know a food place a few blocks out, I'm starving anyway. We should be able to hear each other there anyway," Ashley suggests immediatley, already rising to his feet. I blink as he offers his hand to me, and reluctantly I let him help me to my feet; why does he keep paying me so much attention? Vale has been the one leading all the conversations.

"Sounds good to me. Let's get out of here," Clarke says in agreement, his arm coming to rest around my shoulder almost protectively. I glance up at him, but his square jaw is set, and I think he's actually annoyed --- it's hard to tell, since he always looks that way. "Food sounds nice."

Ashley raises his perfectly done brows, raising his hands as if acknowledging --- wait a minute.

Was he trying to flirt with me and I didn't know it? He's barely said a few sentences to me, Clarke doesn't have to baby sister me all of a sudden!

Although, I don't really mind. He's looking out for me, and at least that'll get Ashley to lose all interest, too. I'm not interested in any sort of romantic relationship, probably ever. I'm quite fine with our music being our focus, the driving force in my life right now.

Although --- no, no brain, none of that. No excuses. You can ogle but not touch, I tell myself as Andy brushes past me.

To be honest, I'm kind of disappointed meeting them. Everyone seems friendly but him, and he was who I was so excited to meet in person. Maybe when we're out of the club, it'll be different. Sometimes it's just the environment.

Vale would tell me not to make excuses for him, and I know she's irritated as she stogs after the other band. It takes us a good bit to make it across the club and up the stairs, mostly because the bodyguards have to clear the groupies out of the way. I'm kind of surprised when they even look excitedly at us, that we're --- well, someone recognized our band!

It's nice, and a pretty damn good feeling to not feel so insignificant, too!

It makes me stand a little straighter, walk with a little more pride.

Even if Andy isn't into us opening for us, at least I know our music is good. We've worked so hard to claw our way this far, and just that one girl gasping at us, squealing when she realized who we were --- that's enough for me to know we're worthy of this.

This is our opportunity, and we're going to do so damn well that Black Veil Brides will be opening for us one day, I'm sure of it!

I also know that when they do, I won't have such a pissy attitude meeting them, either.

#bvb #blackveilbridesfanfiction #black veil brides #andy biersack #andy black #andy biersack bvb #andy biersack x oc #andy black x oc

[lolken-39]

Hello. Firts story here. Sorry for the broken english. So sky is 24 and ras is 19. It was night. Rasazy was still awake because of the thunder and decides to walk around the church. She walk around every corner. Infront of sarv and ruv's room,and also the room of his brother selever. She really loves her brother sel and often would go sleep in his room. She got closer and closer to the church's door and all of the sudden she hears soft sobs.

She walk even closer and opens the door. She sees a girl crying silently in the storm she walks closer to her:

Ras: hello there

Sky: huh? H-hi

She lifts her head up and looks at ras. Suddently both of them start felling something weird in their chest's and start to blush

Ras: what are you doing here in the rain?

Sky: i-i don't have a place to stay

Ras: if you want you can sleep in my church.

Sky: you h-have a church?

Ras:well tecnically it's my mom's church

Sky:if there is space for me then i whould love to.

Ras: follow me.

She brings her in the church and opens her room door

Sky: wow there is sure a lot of space in here.

Ras:thank you

She takes a towel and dryes the girls hair.

Sky:thank you... Em what's your name?

Ras: rasazy. Ras for short

Sky: oh i never Heard of that name before. I'm sky

Ras: nice to meet you

Ras open her wardrobe and takes out one of her pj

Ras: here. It's too small for me

Sky:thank you-Achu!

Ras:oh it looks like you got a cold.

Sky: well i've been sitting in the rain for hours obviously i have a cold look i'm still shaking.

Ras:come on then. Let's go to sleep

They get into bed

Sky:wow your so warm...

Ras:like it?

Sky:yes-Achu!

Ras looks at the half-aspleep girl and feel heart beating hard in her chest

Ras:...

Meanwhile sky is asleep but ras is still awake because of her heart.

Ras:s-stay silent! She wispers hoping to not wake up the peacefully sleeping girl Who is now making soft snores.

After what felt like hours ras falls asleep too and wakes up at 3:56

Ras:ugh... I hate waking up during the night...

Ras was slowly compleatly waking up and start feeling something weird...

Ras:damn it. Why always at the worse times?

Ras opened her wardrobe careful not to wake up sky and takes a white box she opens it to reveal a lot of medical eqipment. She grabs a stetoscope and starts listening her heart. She sits on the bed and start masturbating covering her mouth with her hand.

She is afraid that she might wake up sky but that only turns her on more. After a few minutes of fun she puts away the stuff and gets right back to bed.

She hugs sky even if she has a strong heartbeat and wakes her up

Sky:mmmn...so cute...

She leans in and start listening carefully at her heart

Ras:"wait. Did she just said that she finds my heart cute?

Could she be...? No. A lot of people find heartbeats cute."

After a while ras falls asleep again.

They wake up toghether at 9:59

Ras:pretty late

Sky:thank you

Ras:for what

Sky:what do you mean for what? For yesterday

Ras:oh no prob

Sky:anyway i think i'm going Home now

Ras: wait!

Sky:? Yes?

Ras: could you give me your number?

Sky:sure it's 924 555 909

Ras:thank you

Sky:your Welcome.

Sky goes away

Ras: well it's a new day. Let's see what i have to do...

She looks into her list

Ras:oh no... It's today?

Ras looks and sees today she has to confess to her brother sel that she has a fetish

So she slowly heads into his room

She opens the door

Ras: sel?

Sel: oh hi ras. Didn't see you there.

Ras:...

Sel:what's wrong? You look anxius.

Ras:selever listen i have to tell you something very important. So please listen

Sel: sure what is it?

Ras hands start to shake and some tears fall from her eyes

Sel:Whoa! Ras hey don't cry!

Sel hugs ras

Sel:i'm right here. It' ok you

know you can tell me anything right? i will love you no matter what.

Ras: you p-promise?

Sel:i promise.

Ras stops crying after a few minutes. And sits on the bed

Sel:so what Did you want to say?

Ras:...

Ras was still pretty unconfortable talking about her fetish but she says it anyway

Ras: i... I have a fetish.

Sel:really?

Ras: *nods*

Sel:what kind of fetish?

Ras:h-heart f-fetish

Sel:oh so this turns you on?

Sel sits up grabs her hand and puts it on his chest.

Ras: y-yes...

Sel: that's cute

Ras: sel. Everyone calls this fetish cute. Maybe it is at first but it turns dark in a matter of seconds

Sel:oh~ so you want to open me up and look at my heart?

Ras:well yes but im not gonna do it.

Sel: obviously your not gonna open me lol

Ras: i want to show you someting

Sel:ok

Ras:follow me

Ras leads her brother in her room opens her wardrobe and takes the white box

Ras:i-i want you to open it. A-and please don't judge me

Sel opens the box and finds her sister's "toys"

Sel:wow how Did you get them

Ras:i stole them that time i was at the hospidal.

Sel:oh so you do have some criminal blood in ya.

Ras giggles when she Heard that.

Ras: i guess

Sel: you know ras? I'm happy that you told me.

Ras:why?

Sel: because that means you trust me

Ras: of course i do.

Sel:i'm going back in my room now. If you want to do some action with me it's fine

Ras:oh ok bye

Sel: bye

Ras is very happy that her brother didn't insult her or something.

All of the sudden she remembers sky. She knows she is in love. But she is afraid that she might hate her if she ever told her

Some months go by. Ras keeps tetxing her and sometimes goes for a walk with her. But latetly she's been getting some anxiety because she is afarid that Sky might not accept her confession or hate her because of her fetish.

She often goes to her brothers room to get some confort and one time she was in her brothers room he says something weird

Sel: ras listen i know you have anxiety because of the situation but i think it's better if you start talking with other people. Like mom or dad. I'm not always here for you ras. I'm sorry...

Ras:that's... Very mature. I'm going to talk with mom

Sel: ok good luck

Ras starts walking around the church to find sarvente after a few minutes she finds her.

Ras: hey mom

Sarv: hello dear how are you?

Ras:i'm fine but i need to tell you something.

Sarv: what is it

Ras: i'm in love...

Sarv: really!? That's so beautiful! With Who?

That was the question she was afraid her mom could ask. Since she is very religious she's afraid that she dosen't like gay people

Ras:...

Sarv:come on~ tell me!

Ras: w-with a girl mom...p-please don't hate me...

Sarv smile became from happy to confused

Sarv:i could never hate you dear. Your my daughter and i love you no matter what.

Ras started crying tears of joy

Ras: t-thank you *sob* mom

Sarv:it's ok. It's sky the girl your in love with?

Ras:yes.

Sarv: i knew it. Every time somebody mentioned her your eyes would light up and you would start talking about her non-stop even ruv knows your in love

Ras:i'm glad.

Sarv: how about you confess her?

Ras:i'm afraid she would hate me

Sarv: come on. Why would she hate you?

Ras:You're right.

Sarv: go talk to her ok?

Ras:ok

Ras goes upstairs and to selevers room

Ras:guees whaat?

Sel:what?

Ras:tomorrow i'm going to confess!

Sel:finally! When your finished tell me how it went

Ras:ok

Tomorrow comes fast and ras texts sky

Rasazy📖: hi sky

Sky❤️: hi ras!

Rasazy📖: can you come to the church today?

Sky❤️:of course! Right now?

Rasazy📖:Right now.

Sky❤️:i'm coming!

Ras:and now we play the waiting game...

After a few minutes sky arrives

Sky: hi ras!

Ras: h-hi sky

Ras is on her bed lieing down. Sky comes closer and lies down with her

Sky: so what do you want to do?

Ras: well i need to tell you something...

Sky: what is it

Ras hands start shaking but she wants to tell the truth so...

Ras:stay there

Ras gets up and notices that she is compleatly shaking. Her heart is pounding visibly in her chest. She opens her wardrobe and takes the white box

Sky:what's that?

Ras:you'll see

Ras opens the box and takes her stetoscope

Ras:h-here...

Ras is shaking Violently and her heart is pounding at least 190 bpm

Sky noticed ras heart exploding in her chest.

Sky: you need to calm down

Ras:i'm sorry...

Sky:why? You Did nothing wrong.

Ras:i-i'm sorry that *sob* i-i have this fetish a-and it's *sobs*Obvious t-that you d-don't love me...

Sky:what the-? Who sayd that?! Cause that is not true also please don't cry i do love you.

Ras: really?

Sky:really.

Ras hugs sky with all her Force and stops crying.

Sky:also i already knew about your fetish. It's compleatly fine if you have one. Since you gave me a stetoscope i suppose you have a heart fetish so i'm gonna ask you a question... Do you enjoy more listening or being listend to?

Ras:b-being listend to.

Sky:allright then

Sky takes the stetoscope and listens to her new girlfriend heartbeat. Wich is still around 190 bpm

Sky: you seriosly need to calm down.

Ras: yeah? I'l try...

Ras takes a lot of deep breaths and her heart is now pounding at 140 bpm

Sky:it's still kinda fast but it's slow enogh.

Ras:so... What now?

Sky:now you kiss me.

They kiss passionetly sky still listening ras heartbeat getting fast again

Sky:wow... You really enjoy this do you?

Ras:yeah i do...

Sky:well then. How about we do some... "action"?

Ras:please do~

Sky:allright.

Just when sky was about to kiss ras selever walked in

Sel:...

Sky:...

Ras:...

Sel:Did i... Interupt something?

Sky:yeah...you Did...

Sel:oh sorry. Just wanted to see how you where doing. I'l leave now

Selever walks out

Ras:this broke the mood...

Sky:i'm sorry... Do you want me to bring it back~?

Ras:oh please...~

Sky slowly pulls ras clothes off

Ras:s-sky... I-i want to listen to your heartbeat...

Sky:sure~

Sky gives the stetoscophe to ras she puts it on and places the bell on sky's chest

Ras:wow. Your heart is fast...

Sky:i know

Sky grabs ras boobs and starts playing with them

Ras: ah~

Sky:like it?

Ras: y-yeah

Sky starts licking ras's body all over tasting her sweat and feeling her heart with her tounge. she goes lower and lower and starts licking her pussy

Ras:AH~ m-more!

Sky:ok~

Sky licks ras harder

Ras:FUCK YES~!

Ras soon cums and sky licks her clean.

Sky:you taste good. But i whould like to switch places.

Ras:hehe... Sure

Sky and ras switch places

Ras:i want to hear your heart while you come for me~

Sky:ok.

Ras starts licking sky's neck and sucking it

Sky:ah...

Ras slowly goes more down

And she starts licking her boobs

Sky:Ah~ oh r-ras...

Ras:hehe... Your heart is fast dear~

Sky:of corse it's fast... Ah i-it's because i-i really enjoy this

Ras:oh that's good. Let me go harder then.

Ras starts licking sky's pussy lightly teasing her. Then she licks in it harder and makes her cum.

Sky:AH~ o-oh ras...

Ras:i really love you and your heart

Sky:i love you too

Ras and sky kiss again

Ras: your heart is going nuts

Sky:what Did you expect?

Ras:oh. Nothing else dear~

A few minutes pass

Ras: sooooooo... Can we cuddle?

#cardiophilia #fanfic #hello world #fnf selever #fnf rasazy #fnf sky

[lethbians]

how about a reddie barn party?

“a barn party?”

“yeah.”

“well what is it?”

mike looks at stan. stan looks at bill. bill, wide-eyed, looks back and forth between the two of them. 

“it’s… a party. in a barn.” stan speaks slowly, though the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying desperately not to smile. 

“well i nuh-know that,” bill says in exasperation, and mike lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and laughs, relieved. he knows bill is smart, he knows—the good grades and power essays will prove it—but sometimes bill’s brain cells took vacations. sometimes bill would write the coolest shit in creative writing class: the kinda shit that mike and bev and richie (so, by proxy, eddie as well) liked to read. horror stories, like the slasher films the losers stayed up to watch (ben and stan preferred anything but horror), though bill has a habit of adding corny romantic subplots that appealed more to ben than anyone else. bill would write those, would blow the whole loser’s club away with those, and then turn around and introduce himself as dilliam benbrough. 

his braincells took vacations, but they always came back. 

“i meant what is it fuh-for?” 

mike shrugs. “for fun.”

“why, do you have other plans that day, bill?” stan crosses his arms, and bill grins. 

“i’m in. on wuh-one condition.” 

* * *

“are you kidding me?” eddie scowls. “cowboy attire mandatory?”

“i don’t know why you’re complaining, eds; it’s your fantasy come true. i have two words for you, bro.” richie strikes a pose and the sound of his hand slapping against his thigh is too loud in the small space of the clubhouse. “assless. chaps.”

“take it back, bill, please.” eddie looks at bill helplessly, but bill’s too busy flipping through a Sears catalogue to see it. 

“shuh-should i get classic brown leather style boots? or should i g-go for a buh-bold black instead?” 

bev leans over his shoulder and points to an image on the sheet, her nail polish still wet. “these. they’ll match that plaid you got at the thrifty mart today.” 

eddie turns to mike, eyes desperate, but mike just shrugs. 

“i’ve been looking for a reason to wear my cowboy hat. sorry eddie.” 

richie slaps his thigh again and raises his eyebrows suggestively at eddie. “c’mon cowboy. saddle up, eddie, we’re goin’ full gay cowboy. wanna share a tent with m—.” 

eddie, red with fury (and flushed with embarrassment) punches richie’s shoulder. richie cackles, and cackles, until eddie’s pout twists like he’s holding back his own giggles; until stan turns to mike with a flat look and asks if they can be uninvited. 

“we need eight to square dance, stan.” 

eddie stops mid-tousle with richie and squawks. “we have to dance?” 

bill looks up from his magazine and sighs. “it’s a barn party eddie.” 

eddie flips him off, and this time they all laugh. 

* * *

“oh my god.” 

“wow.”

“holy shit, benny boy!” richie puts his hands on his hips and slowly turns in a circle, surveying the empty barn. “you out-fuckin’-did yourself, now!” 

“richie tozier!” calls a warning voice from the corner, and jessica hanlon gives him the stink eye from thirty feet away. “you watch your mouth while i’m around.”

richie holds up an apologetic hand, though his mouth quivers with the shadow of a smile. “you got it, mrs. h!” 

“nice, richie,” bev smirks. she turns to ben. “seriously ben, this place looks incredible.”

the lights were the hardest part: stringing them up in the rafters, wrapping them around the old wood and across the walls… ben had suffered his share of splinters and spider encounters. it’s a big barn too, and ben’s hands were sweaty from the early june heatwaves (and nerves from the spider encounters). but he’d managed, with the help of mike and his uncle, and now the whole barn was strung with fairy lights and chinese lanterns. 

“it’s dreamy,” bev says, looking ben in the eye as she does. “romantic.” 

ben goes as crimson as the barn and looks at his feet.

“thanks bev.” 

“are you guys gonna’ help set-up or just stand there like raisins on a celery stick?” jessica stands behind the group now, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. “your poor friend is struggling over there and you all are looking at the lights like a bunch of moths.” 

mike turns to where bill’s currently putting up the big banner he and bev painted. well, trying to put up the banner. actually, struggling is really the word he’s looking for. every time bill would get one side taped up he’d walk to the other, but just as he’d get that corner taped down the first side would fall again. mike bites his lip and tries not to smile too wide. 

they all stand there for another few seconds, watching bill continue to struggle, before mike shakes his head and jogs over to help. 

“oh!” bill says as mike pressed his palm to the paper to keep it up as bill fought with the tape dispenser. “th-thanks, mikey.” 

“no problem, bill.” mike watches bill attempt to rip the tape with his teeth. “are you going to the barn party with anyone?”

bill pauses, looks up at mike with the strip of tape still in his mouth. “uhh. the rest of yuh-you guys?”

“i meant as a date.” mike’s face is perfectly calm, but the cage of his rib bones shakes noisily with the thumping of his heart. “are you, you know, going with anyone?”

bill starts fighting with the tape again. “uh, n-no.”

“do you want to go with me?”

bill manages to rip off the tape he needs, and finally secures the poster. mike steps back cautiously from the wall, just in case it decides to fall again. nothing moves. mike looks back to bill, who still hasn’t answered. 

“yes. yuh-yeah.” bill smiles, a soft thing, and nods. “that’d be awesome, mikey.” 

“cool,” mike says, feeling very, very cool. “very cool.” 

* * * 

“whoa, eds, slow down—eddie, damn, what’re you running for?” richie’s keeping up pretty easily with his long legs and therefore long strides, but eddie’s practically jogging at this point and soon richie’s going to have to do the same. “what’s goin’ on, cowboy?”

“don’t cowboy me,” eddie grumbles, his boots making a little click click with every step as the fake spurs tapped against the sidewalk. 

richie stops. “eds, are you mad at me?” eddie’s still walking, albeit a little slower now. “eddie.”

“i’m not mad!” eddie says, madly, though he stops walking too. “i’m just. i’m. ugh!” eddie makes a little noise of frustration and richie tries desperately not to feel so fucking fond about it. “why didn’t you ask me to go with you to the barn party?”

if richie wasn’t already frozen to the spot, that would’ve knocked him out cold. “wh… what? whaddya mean? i’m here, with you, right— “

“but you didn’t ask. you just showed up unannounced like you always do.” 

“well yeah that’s just how it is—”

“but why didn’t you ask?” eddie turns, sparks of red on high cheekbones turned orange in the lamplight. he looks like a puppy, ears turned down and big brown eyes hiding sadness under the brow of anger that covered it. the pieces clicked together in richie’s head. 

“oh. ohhh. i get it.” richie shoves his hands in his pockets. “you wanted to be romanced.” 

“that is not what i said.” 

richie takes a few steps forward. “you wanted me to get down on one knee and lend you my kerchief as an invite to the debutante ball.” richie, playing up the western twang he’s taken on, over-pronounces every syllable in debutante. eddie scoffs to hide the beginning of a laugh. 

“shut up richie, i was just saying—“

“well, mistah edward j. kaspbrak— 

“don’t call me that.”

“— would you do me the honor of bein’ my pardner—“

“i hate you.”

“and accompanyin’ me to the hanlon barn party so i don’t haf’ta ride solo tonight?”

richie’s got his hand cupped under eddie’s chin by now, and the other arm curled loosely around eddie’s waist. in the early twilight glow, richie’s eyes shine with amusement and something else; something that’s always wrapped in every glance sent eddie’s way. love, probably, though eddie’s still scared to say it and richie’s no better. sometimes richie knows he’s in love but he also knows he was in love last year, and the year before, and the year before that one, and every year that goes by richie’s love feels deeper and stronger and real-er. richie used to think love was a peak at the top of a mountain of feelings but being with eddie has him thinking that maybe it isn’t, that maybe love is just a mountain and richie never wants to stop climbing. 

“yes, asshole, of course i want to go to the barn party with you.” eddie’s not even trying to look angry anymore. richie wants to kiss him, and he goes to do so, but the oversized rims of their cowboy hats bump together and it makes them both laugh. 

“gay cowboys sure have it rough, huh?” richie asks. “let’s try that again.” then he tilts his hat back, leans down, and kisses Eddie properly. 

* * *

the lights looked good in the day, but they look downright magical in the dark of night. there’s still a purple tint to the sky, leftover from the stretched out sunset, and though there’s no cracks in the roof to see the stars through, they cast a foggy glow on the grass outside. 

the music is loud, but not too loud, and cheerful, but not overtly so. dancing music, is what it is, and most people are inside making the most out of it. stan’s in there with patty, mike knows—he’d seen them spinning circles around everyone else. mike knows for a fact stan doesn’t take dancing lessons, but the way he and patty swing and dance with such ease and grace makes you think it was practiced. mike just thinks that true love shows in the way you move together. you can always see it in the way people dance. it’s about… well, richie and eddie have it too, and richie’s got two left feet and a tragic lack of the “being able to take things seriously” bone. 

it’s in the way they look at each other, though, the way eddie’s face pulls into a joyous adoration when richie spins him around the room obnoxiously even though he’s telling richie to put me down, put me down! it’s in the way bev brushes her fingers against ben’s when he hands her a cup of punch, and the way ben’s knee lingers when bev’s knee rests against his where they sit on the bench; like every touch is infinite, and worth every second. it’s in the way stan holds patty as they dance, like she’s something to be held, and the way patty holds him just the same. 

fuck, mike knows he’s only eighteen, but he knows what love, true love, looks like. 

“the p-party is inside,” bill says. an adjacent thought to mike’s last, suddenly here before him: bill, in all his plaid and leather fringe glory. mike’s heart, a racehorse poised at the startling line, takes off.

“i needed a break from the line dancing. your mom is kicking my ass.” it’s true. ms. denbrough sure knows how to country-shake it. 

“she was muh-more excited for this than i was,” bill jokes, and then walks the rest of the way from the barn to the edge of the field where mike is standing. 

“you look good.” it’s a bit sudden, maybe, but that thought evaporates when bill lights up with a shy smile. “the cowboy look suits you.” 

“thuh-thanks, mikey.” bill’s hand twitches, like he’s going to reach out, but it stays at his side. “your shirt. it’s a g-good shirt.” 

nice one, denbrough. bill makes a face. 

“i mean yuh-you look strong it it. i mean, handsome. and strong, tuh-too.” bill’s bright pink, and mike couldn’t think him any cuter. “yuh-you know what i mean.”

“i wear this shirt all the time,” mike says, just to see if bill will flush darker. he does.

“yuh-yeah, i know.” 

mike’s eyes flick to the barn and back. out here, the music is muffled, but mike can still tell hear andy williams crooning his familiar tune from the speakers inside. 

“do you want to dance with me, bill?” 

bill’s hand twitches again. “out here?” 

mike nods. bill nods, and mike bets his heart is knocking against his ribs just as hard as the one in mike’s chest. mike offers his hand, and bill takes it, and the next moment mike’s got bill denbrough against his chest as they sway to the easy beat of moon river.

it’s in the way bill steps on my feet, mike thinks. it’s in the way he apologizes every time, even when i just laugh and promise him it’s okay. it’s in the way he keeps apologizing, cheeks flushed and hands curled around mike’s arms, until mike kisses him quiet. 

it’s in the way that mike’s only eighteen, but he knows what love, true love, feels like. 

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