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tlcwrites · 3 years

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Two Hearts Make a Whole

Prompt: “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” Photo prompt below.

Summary: NYC Pride is for celebration, and occasionally, long-overdue revelations.

Word Count: 2,001

Tags/Content warnings: Marvel. Stucky. If you have a problem with it, there's the door. SFW. Slight TFATWS spoilers so read at your own risk. Platonic Reader. Two idiots in love. Technically canon-divergent because I'm still in my everyone-is-alive-and-in-this-timeline happy place that I will never ever leave fuck you very much Russo brothers but not AU. Found family. All the feels. Complete and total LGBTQ+ support. Lots of bad language words because #me. Un-beta'd.

Author’s Note: Okay so yes this is technically 4 weeks late for @autumnleaves1991-blog's Writer Wednesday weekly challenge. BUT, it was incredibly important to me to finish this one before Pride month is over. Made it by the skin of my teeth.

Happy Pride, y’all. If you’re out, you’re amazing. If you’re closeted, you’re amazing. However you identify is valid and important. Trans folx are LGBTQ+. Bisexuals are LGBTQ+. Ace folx are LGBTQ+. Anyone who identifies or thinks they may be as queer is LGBTQ+. All are welcome in the family. You have the right to choose your pronouns and we have the responsibility to use them. Live whatever your truth looks like to you and love each other. Love is love is love is love. If your family doesn’t accept you for you, I’m your mom now and I’ve got mom hugs available on demand. Homophobes and TERFS can fuck off and roll in poison ivy. Always punch Nazis. Pride shouldn't be limited to the month of June. And don’t you dare forget that Black and Brown trans women were the ones who rioted at Stonewall, and we owe everything to their bravery. Don’t forget that much of popular ‘gay’ culture was appropriated from Black women. And for more facts about Pride that you should absolutely know, Rawiyah Tariq (@ mammyisdead on Instagram) has a phenomenally good overview.

“Oh my god.” You gasp loudly. "Oh my GOD. Is that-"

“What?!” Instantly in First Avenger Protective Mode™️, Steve surveys the crowd, wishing he had an actual shield instead of the screen printed one on his shirt. “What is it?”

You gasp again, smacking Sam’s arm repeatedly. “OHMYGOD IT IS HOLY FUCK.”

“First; ow.” Now-Cap rubs his bicep. “Second; clue in the class before Steve has an aneurysm, please.”

Vibrating with excitement doesn’t begin to describe your current state. “HER ROYAL HIGHNESS MISS LEMON MERINGUE IS STANDING RIGHT FUCKING THERE.”

With the finesse of a shampoo commercial, Bucky's dark locks fly as he whips around. “What?!”

“RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE.” You abandon a relieved Sam and latch on to Bucky’s vibranium arm. “Oh my GOD I love her so fucking much.”

“She was robbed, absolutely fucking robbed,” he agrees, craning his neck to get a better view. “Divine Tension’s lip sync was shameful.”

Sam glances at Steve, who is slowly coming out of protector mode. “What the ever-loving hell are they talking about?”

“RuPaul’s Drag Race.” Nat flicks more confetti at both Cap-the-former and Cap-the-current. “They watch it every week.”

“Really, Steven, for a guy with enhanced super senses, you miss a lot.” Tony hefts a bedazzled Morgan higher on his back. The toddler, accompanied by Scott playing air-piano on the ground, sings along with the ABBA song being blasted at full volume through the street. Tony continues as if this is an everyday occurrence. “Why do you think both of your People disappear every Friday evening?”

Ears pink, Steve mumbles something.

“What?!” The only other one with hearing enhanced enough to hear a murmur over the cacophony of several thousand people belting out the chorus of ‘Dancing Queen’ at the top of their lungs, Bucky turns to stare at his friend. “You thought we were datin’?”

Steve’s blush extends down his neck.

You and Bucky stare at each other for a moment before you both collapse on each other, exploding into stomach clenching, thigh slapping laughter.

“I’m gonna guess that’s a ‘no’?” Clint confirms with Nat.

“Oh, a big ‘no’.” She watches affectionately as you and Bucky calm down enough to look at each other, breathe for a second, and both promptly dissolve into hysterics once more. “Like, the biggest ‘no’.”

Sam crossed his arms across his chest, his stoic stance so reminiscent of Steve it’s amusing (as well as a beautiful disparity to the sequined crop top he’s sporting. Oof, those abs.). “How do I not know about this?”

“Because you’re not a former super spy?” The usually-Black-but-today-Rainbow Widow tosses the last of her confetti at Tony, who spins a jubilant Morgan into it. “Or because you and that leggy barista from the lobby coffee shop are too busy playing hide-the-“

“-Baby Shark!” Morgan suddenly shrieks, flailing towards a guy on roller blades wearing a fin and tail (and not much else).

“Yeah,” Nat finishes with a smirk, “Hide-the-Baby Shark.”

Sam flips her a gesture that makes Clint laugh and Bruce sigh.

You and Bucky have finally managed to pull yourselves together. “Oh my god, Steven Grant,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes. “That’s the funniest fucking shit I’ve ever fucking heard.”

“Language!”

Steve glares at Tony. “One. Time. It was one. Time.”

Bucky slings his flesh arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Oh, punk. You may have perfect vision now, but sometimes you’re still as blind as you were before.”

Visiortn himself nods sagely. “Humans can be quite unperceptive when it comes to matters of the heart.” Vision casts a fond smile at Wanda, who is using her powers to make Pietro’s tinsel wig fly on and off. “Sometimes you have to look harder to see what’s right in front of your nose.”

A confused frown on that handsome face, Captain Clueless looks at Bucky. “Why do I feel like everyone else knows something that I don’t?”

His bestie sighs deeply. “Because, Stevie, almost everyone else on this planet knows that my tastes tend towards tall, blonde, blue-eyed knuckleheads who have zero sense of self-preservation.”

“And an ass you could bounce a quarter off of,” Scott helpfully supplies.

“And that,” Bucky agrees.

Steve frowns.

You press your palms to your eyes in vexation. “You, Steve. He’s talking about you.” (Seriously, how has this idiot survived for over a century while being so dumb?)

Whatever he was expecting, it was certainly not that. “He-“ The Man With A Plan gapes as he turns to his oldest friend. “You-“

“Me,” Bucky says gently.

Even though you’re slightly surprised that Bucky is going to do this in such a public forum, you can’t help but be so proud of your friend. It has taken a long time for Bucky to believe he deserves to be happy. There are days he still sinks into that dark place, where his inner demons whisper that he should have fought harder against his Hydra captors, and that his past actions were still somehow his fault. Those are the days no amount of baking or Modern Marvels will bring him out of his funk. You, Steve, Sam, and Nat have all held those strong shoulders as they shook with sobs, overwhelmed by the shame and horror at what his hands had done without his consent.

But he’s here. He’s free. And he’s smiling nervously at his best friend.

“I-” Steve is short-circuiting. “Me?!”

“Stevie.” With the kind of tender patience that can only be born of a lifetime of keeping (or attempting to keep) an idiot such as one Steven Grant Rogers from flinging himself headlong into every fight he comes across, Bucky moves his flesh hand to the back of Steve’s neck. His face is full of such soft affection that you almost want to look away for fear of intruding on this suddenly intimate moment. “What do you think ‘til the end of the line’ means, you idiot? You’ve been it for me since I was thirteen-years-old.”

Blue eyes are locked with blue eyes as Steve processes this revelation. “I-” He shakes his head as if to declutter his thoughts. “This whole time?”

“Since the first time I saw that asshole knock you down, and your scrawny ass climbed right back up.” A wry chuckle escapes as Bucky reminices. “You were ninety pounds soaking wet, and you stood there, against a guy who was three times your size, and never waivered for a second. It was magnificent.”

“I don’t like bullies,” is Steve’s quiet response.

Bucky’s grin is adoring. “I know, sweetheart.” He gently strokes the back of Steve’s neck with his thumb. “You’ve always had a heart way bigger than your brain.”

Steve is still back on the first part of Bucky’s admission. “If you’ve felt- if you-” He’s practically pleading. “Why didn’t you say anything then?”

Bucky shrugs, attempting and failing nonchalance. “It was a different time, you know?” He’s uncharacteristically unsure of himself, the subtle waiver in his voice revealing the anxiety born of a lifetime of being forced to hide his truth. “I mean, you remember how it was; you didn’t talk about, no one talked about- about being- about people like...” He swallows thickly. “And I was so scared you didn’t, that you weren’t-” His voice breaks.

Even though you’ve all been emotionally invested in this love story for years, the entire team respectfully pretends not to listen as the former Winter Soldier quietly admits his deepest secret to his closest friend. It’s enraging as Bucky confesses yet another way he's been a victim of his circumstances, and denied his right to live freely without derision. Once more, you’re awed by his resilience.

“-it was a risk I couldn’t take,” Bucky finally gets out, that stubborn fire back in his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you, Steve. I couldn’t chance it. I could live with just being your friend and only your friend so long it meant you were in my life.”

Stunned silence meets the end of his confession. Steve’s face is impassive, those cerulean eyes uncharacteristically inscrutable.

You can all tell Bucky is heading steadily towards dread and heartbreak the longer Steve takes to respond. You and Sam exchange a look, both ready to intervene if Steve demonstrates any of the abhorrent attitudes that were so prevalent in the society of his youth. It would be completely out of character for him, but...

Finally, Steve speaks. “You’re telling me,” he says, his words slow and deliberate, “that you made me wait ninety-three years to tell me you’ve felt the same way about me as I have about you since the day you picked me up out of that alley?!”

The whole found family breaths a collective sigh of relief as Steve pulls Bucky even closer, broad chest to broad chest.

“Okay, to be fair, you were an ice cube for most of that time and I wasn’t exactly available for a relationship.” Bucky’s grin stands in contradiction to his mullish defense. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.” There’s the Bucky you all know and love, biting his lip with those perfect white teeth. “Now, punk, I’d really like to kiss you now, but first I need you to say you want me to.”

“You-” Steve’s throat works as he attempts- and fails- to rein in his emotions. “You jerk.”

And then the Star Spangled Man seizes the president of the Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club by his ridiculously perfect face and crashes their mouths together.

At any Pride event, seeing two men kissing is, obviously, to be expected. But seeing The First Avenger and The White Wolf attempting to swallow each other’s tongues is not at all routine. As people realize what is happening, the crowd is whipped into a frenzy the likes of which is usually reserved for the aftermath of sporting events and elections that defeat fascists.

Watching the two men embrace, Scott sniffles loudly. “I’m gonna cry, I’m so happy.”

He’s certainly not the only one. Wanda has a watery smile as she wraps her arms around Vision and Pietro; Pepper, Tony, and Bruce are watching with fond parental energy; you and Sam sandwich Peter between the two of you, grins practically splitting your faces. Even Nat’s eyes look suspiciously shiny and she and Clint sling their arms around each other with platonic affection. And that’s not counting the several thousand people who are cheering for love being love being love being love.

When they finally break their embrace, the Centennial twins are startled to see they’ve collected quite an audience.

“Uh, so…” Suddenly bashful, Steve glances back to his- partner? Boyfriend? Soulmate? Is there a word that can accurately describe two people who have found each other time and again in a world that seems hell-bent on keeping them apart?- his ears practically maroon with embarrassment. For a guy with one of the most-recognized faces in the world, Steve is still incredibly and endearingly uncomfortable with attention. “Buck?”

Bucky seems just as stunned as Steve.

Thankfully, the masses demonstrate the usual support that’s the hallmark of Pride. “LOVE IS LOVE!” someone screams in the crowd. It’s quickly echoed, and chants fill the park.

The attention momentarily off them, the former Winter Soldier and his giant himbo of a soulmate look back at each other. You pretend not to watch through the happiest tears as they embrace again, bringing their foreheads together. The relief they share is palpable, as they’re finally able to show the world- and each other- the love they’ve each hidden for so long.

Bucky’s voice is so soft you have to strain to hear it. “You have no idea how much m’in love with you, Stevie.”

“Pretty sure I do,” Steve answers, bringing a hand up to carefully wipe the tears from Bucky’s face. “‘cause it’s as much as I love you, Buck.”

Bucky's answering grin can only be described as saucy. “Then kiss me again, like you mean it.”

And Steve, for once in his long life, does exactly as ordered.

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A/N: “The Sometimes-Former-Assassins Club” is from Starry_Emerald173’s BRILLIANT The Avengers Wrangler over on AO3. If you haven’t read it yet, drop what you’re doing and do so immediately. Make sure you're not drinking any liquids, or your keyboard/phone may be in peril.

#writer wednesday #steve x bucky #stucky #steve rogers fic #pride #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #love is love #happy pride #steve rogers x bucky barnes #platonic reader #my writing

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starymintss · 4 years

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Please enjoy an essay on why mitsukou has so much fucking potential and why they’re great together

by Elena~

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a connection like the one that mitsukou shares. This ship literally has true canon potential. I have hope and believe that we may be victorious in mitsukou becoming canon- I mean god dammit guys they are “SEMI CANON”-

kounene obviously won’t be endgame. In Houkago Shounen Hanako Kun (the spin-off series) they played a game in which the person who pulled a king card was able to get to command a person that was playing the game to do something no matter what. When Kou pulled his card- he literally decided he wanted his brother Teru who was there and Nene to have a romantic connection (hence- him saying and I fucking quote, “This will make senpai happy!”) He could’ve done it to his own benefit- to maybe earn a kiss or do something of his own benefit. But he didn’t, instead choosing to make his senpai happy.

Besides Hananene is basically canon already like what the fuck

As for Mitsuba he’s a gay coded character and hasn’t denied the guys aren’t his type. Some people who deem Mitsuba straight might use the scene where he tells Kou “Is this a love confession? Sorry but lame earrings aren’t really my style.” That still does not confirm that Mitsuba doesn’t swing that way. A really great piece of evidence is the bonus comics at the start and end of a manga- one titled, “Tell Me, Mitsuba Kun,” in which Kou asks if he ever had a crush on other girls- Mitsuba responding that there are simply no other girls cuter than him. In another bonus comic he says the same thing again when he tells Yokoo and Satou he wants to fall in love. When asked to name some girls he thinks are cute, he asks if it's possible that he was the cutest one of all. On the other hand, Kou has stated that he likes someone with a pretty smile (do I have to explain that) which is a pretty open explanation of his type (not denying or confirming he doesn’t like guys). Obviously as a Mitsukou shipper I can point out different actions that I’ll admit looks pretty gay.

It’s not the fact that it’s very common in manga like this that there’s the straight couple and then the other two people in the group are automatically paired together- they are so much more than that. They have a deep connection, and both Kou and Mitsuba are somewhat aware of that themselves. Mitsuba is willing to protect Kou from harm- he’s willing to stop him from getting himself hurt for others because Mitsuba cares, and he knows that he’s too reckless and caring and fearless for others in a way that isn’t healthy?

Kou likes to be everything for everyone and the reader can see in chapter 64 that Mitsuba really did try to talk to him about the behavior. Yes it’s weird to see Mitsuba actually show true concern to people--because it’s his character to be a jerk and an asshole, but that doesn’t mean Mitsuba is incapable of not having true genuine feelings for people he seems as his friends.

Obviously, Mitsuba trying to talk to Kou didn’t happen due to other events that occurred. But I think a lot of people agree that the moment would’ve been so beautifully written and truly played an extremely important part in Kou’s character development.

As for Mitsuba, Kou is generally a sweet guy. It’s stated he will give up his life for anyone, it was what he was taught growing up as an exorcist and a fighter. Those words do not fail his actions, and anyone can see Kou will die for literally anything which is really messed up. He’s 14 for fucks sake.

Someone against Mitsukou could use that as an argument but we see here in the manga that there’s simply something different about this said connection. Kou is first introduced to Mitsuba in chapter 30 something, and he remembers who he is after Yokoo tells him--what happened to Mitsuba that was ultimately the end of his life. Mitsuba does again by his rumor being changed, and being stabbed by Hanako- but it’s the fact he cries and loses sleep and just cannot let him go for anything that moves me. May I point out that he actually decided to process the photos even after Mitsubas death? He didn’t have to do that. Not at all. But he did anyways. It’s seen that Kou wants to find a way to help Mitsuba get away from Tsukasa and help him fit in more- he wants to be a friend. (Note: after he’s reintroduced to Mitsuba; this Mitsuba being a pure apparition with no memories.)

Mitsuba is deeply insecure about himself, and feels he doesn’t fit in. He’s lonely, and doesn’t have friends even as a ghost. But Kou is there. He’s there to be by Mitsubas side.

The deep connection the two of them have is strong and that’s especially shown in the picture perfect arc. At the beginning Kou first sees Mitsuba as a human and obviously it’s freaking him out because-he’s a ghost you know. But once him and Nene meet Shijima Mei, and are told they must kill Hanako (Amane) and Mitsuba, it’s disturbing to them. At this point in the series literally everyone know Hanako and Yashiro share a connection as lovers. I mean- its the couple that the series revolves around. But Kou is deeply disturbed because he doesn’t want to kill Mitsuba. Yet- Mei also reassured them that things will be alright since after all this is a fake world and there’s no need for hesitation. But it’s still affecting Kou and he’s carrying this information on his back as he learns beside Mitsuba in school and has fun with him while cleaning the pool. At night, when the two of them are walking on the school building and watching the stars from the window, Kou confronts Mitsuba about this (note: by now Kou knows that Mitsuba knows). Mitsuba goes on to reveal his true form, and uses his powers to show Kou the past. He tells him about how he learns about his past self. And he states to just feel so… “envious”

Mitsuba grows angry with Kou- because he can see how he’s looking at the true Mitsuba with such a gaze the fake Mitsuba knows he won’t ever get.

Things lead to one another and he smashes the window in fury. (“It’s that Mitsuba you want, right?!” And I dare you to tell me that doesn’t sound like a fucking quote from a bittersweet romance novel.)

Kou insists on getting Mitsuba out of there. And can I please just point out that Mitsuba says: “What are you doing?!” He asks Kou if this isn’t what he wanted- if this isnt the life they want to live from here on out where they can be happy together along with their friends. This reminds me of a direct parallel to Hananene, in which Hanako is confused as to why Nene wouldn’t want to stay here, and Nene tells him that this isn’t what she wants. Kou says the same thing to Mitsuba.

Kou drags out embedded feelings Mitsuba has as they fight, and he says quotes that are really important to their development. Things such as:

“But… who else is there?! Who else could grant my wish?! Even you, Minamoto- Kun!”

“You see… even you don’t care about me. It’s that “Mitsuba,” isn’t it?! I don't even MATTER!!”

“I’m Mitsuba’s fake, but let’s just call it real! This is a world where the “Mitsuba” you were unable to save can live happily! That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Even if it’s only in this world, be my friend, and stay by my side… I’m just thinking scary things. Over there, I’ll be jealous.”

I think the Picture Perfect arc really shows how desperate Mitsuba is to have friends- to fit in with everyone else and to just feel like he belongs and matters. Kou tries to tell him that isn’t true... he’s willing to do everything to let him know that he is so much more than what he deems himself as. He’s so much more than a “fake” of what used to be his original friend, there's so much more to do than wish wishes and hope things will just go the way you want things to go. There’s a better way than to look to evil to bend and defy the laws of existing.

There’s the famous quote Kou says- the “How about I die too. So that we can be together forever.” And how he decided right there this this fake Mitsuba- this apparition who very much will never become human- is worthy. He’s worthy of his life; this is more than the whole “I will die for every life” because Mitsuba is dead- he’s immortal as a ghost. But a human like him... in Mitsubas words someone who will never understand something as ugly and as horrifying as a apparition born from a real persons soul and lesser about to disappear spirits- Kou will give his life up just to know the hell he goes through. Even if it’s just a glimpse- even if it’s just for a second Kou will do anything to just fulfill Mitsubas wish for him to stay by his side. He will do anything for Mitsuba.

I think writing this out also makes me realize they both have their walls up. Kou has his walls up to try and hide his true feelings- his deepest fears and insecurities- feeling as if he isn’t good enough. Mitsuba has his walls up to do the same. He portrays himself as a guy that he deems will get him friends. He hides the ugliness in himself- hides the fact he’s a total fake; doesn’t belong anywhere and his deepest insecurities.

But the two of them together help each other in such a way that it’s unable to truly analyze every single moment they share together.

They help each other but teach the other to bring their walls down. That it’s okay to talk about your feelings and that you don’t have to be everything for everyone. That you don’t have to give up everything you have living- your health and your literal life- for someone. That it’s okay to feel like you don’t fit in. It’s okay to feel like there’s just no other choice of getting what you want and therefore doing the wrong things. That people will love you just for you; what happened in the past put aside.

Mitsuba and Kou are in love.

The end. 💖

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magiefish · 3 years

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hhhhhhhhhh guess who drew all the batim characters in prep for the comic they’re making!

yeah so it took like 4 days to draw all these guys, and it was actually pretty fun figuring out colours and designs and stuff!

(also, update on the Reveries Twisted comic, I have a plan for the first chapter but i have like, 7 tests next week and I haven’t started drawing it yet so it’s definitely not going to be coming out anytime soon sdfgsdfsj but i am still working on it!)

anyway, i felt like writing little descriptions for every character, so feel free to read these below the ‘keep reading’ line if you feel like it! My ask box is also always open, so if u have any questions feel free to ask

Bertrum Piedmont-he/him, gay/ace

-Started working as a mechanic at about 15 and worked his way up from there -Everyone in the studio @ him: why are u british -His big ego often gets in the way of things, but at his core he's a good person (doing bad shit but ultimately having good intentions is common among these guys shdgfs) -Wlw & mlm solidarity w/ Lacie, who is his most trusted confidant and friend -Actually treats his employees well, even when they do basically nothing all day, so he does a lot of work himself most of the time Linda Stein-she/her, straight as a ruler -Parents immigrated from Spain -She's very catholic and very into 'traditional family values' and that sort of stuff -She is sweet, but her strict morals and black and white ethics often make her do unintentional harm -She is also pretty oblivious to most things Jack Fain-he/him & they/them, pan/ace, OCD -Mother immigrated from China to France, and then he moved to America, it's confusing -Can play the violin really well, but is terrible at composing his own pieces -Peak friend material -Short and round and soft with a love of a good espresso -Kind and quiet but ultimately ineffective and happy to watch from the sidelines Daniel 'Buddy' Lewek-he/him, aro/ace, autistic, jewish -He is curious and observant, but very very naive -He finds it hard to pick up on social cues, and tends to daydream a lot -Never really had a father figure, and unfortunately kind of half sees Joey as one (baaaad choice), but his mother is great -Loves drawing and tends to chew on pens (and most objects really) -Too young Susie Campbell-she/her, demi -Her parents were Russian and she picked up their accent, but taught herself how to cover it up. She is now excellent at voice acting. -Has a birthmark most theatres turned her away for. But luckily voice acting gave her another chance at performance, and the music department really does not care about it. -Her dad was a butcher, so she now knows a concerning amount about how to cut up and dissect meat. -She gets easily attached to things emotionally, and has a whole pile of random bits and bops she keeps on her person because she can't throw them away. -Naive, but smart enough to know how to read and deceive people if needed. Ms Abigail Lambert-she/her, lesbian -A very gifted artist, who is quite frustrated with the business aspect of animation. -Picked up quite a few things about engineering from Lacie. -Stern, but kind. Motherly, if she likes you and you squint hard enough. -Used to fighting for things. -Giving her food is a pretty good way to get her to like you. Being an artist, she forgets to eat at the correct times a lot, so a meals always appreciated. Norman Polk-he/him, gay, albino -Knows how to fix things, knows how to fight, knows how to hide -General cool uncle vibes -He watches people a lot, and gives off some creepy vibes, but he does genuinely care about people -Knows something is up and is determined to find out what (even if he dies trying) -Fought in WW1, then worked at a cinema for a bit. Emma Lamont-she/her, heteroflexible -Keep dancing even when everything goes wrong -Bit of a 'i'm better than these fools' mentality going on -But she's pretty chill, and willing to act when needed -Basically every woman in the studio knows her on the basis that she chills in the girls bathroom. -Hates Joey, but knows those who stir up a bit too much trouble usually 'resign' Sammy Lawrence-he/him, (vocal-romantic) bi/ace, ADD -His dad sucked, so he ran away. He's also the reason he's largely abandoned his faith, but he still holds hope that there is some kind of god out there. -He and Jack are basically brothers, they've known each other for a long time. -He can compose music in his head, but can play basically every instrument. -Tall and thin and sharp with a love of black coffee. -He's actually pretty chill and nice, but the conditions of the studio (workload, noises, dreams) have left him quick to snap and a stressed out mess. -He's pretty oblivious to his own feelings and spends basically all his time thinking about music, so he usually only realises that he has a crush on someone if he hears them singing (hence the vocal-romantic joke) Johnny Hart-he/him (she/her), gay (trans), heart condition -A nervous wreck who avoids everything and everyone -Trans but doesn't realise it, he thinks this level of discomfort has something to do with his heart condition or something like that. -Speaking of which, if he gets genuinely terrified or panicked he could have a heart attack. -Hence why he's a recluse who remains in the organ room and interacts w/ literally no one. -Except Dot and Buddy (who forgets he exists and who he also has a crush on). Wally Franks-he/him, pan -Friends with literally everyone who isn't one of the older folks (and thomas) -Honorary member of the music department because he can play a harmonica and vibes with everyone there. -Tries to put a positive spin on everything, often beyond the point of reason -A mischevous, mildly selfish prankster with a heart of gold -Gossip pals with Susie and Norman The Violinist-she/her, nobody knows -Has literally never expressed an emotion ever -Seems to know things are going to happen before they happen -Just generally pretty weird -She isn't friends with Dot, they're both just vaguely interested in what the others doing -She looks a lot like Allison, but the two have never spoken and nobody knows if they're sisters Thomas Connor-they/them, gynephilia -He is just. So tired. -An actual mechanical genius who gets his work used for the wrong purposes. -Is very of the 'when you're on a path stick to it' mentality -Cold and hard exterior that vertually no one except Allison has ever managed to get through. -He can and will beat you up. Henry Stein-he/him, gay, vitiligo -Nice and hardworking. -Doesn't have many emotions other than to draw. -He's in fucking narnia he's so deep in the closest. -Feels emotions, but buries them deep down and doesn't express them too clearly. -Has difficulty setting healthy boundaries with people and represses himself far too much. Joey Drew-he/him, homoromantic/pansexual, bipolar disorder, alcohol and cigarette addictions -Chaotic, feral, short little man who lies to everyone -Charismatic as hell, but also a terrible friend and person in general -He doesn't blink enough, does not know the meaning of personal space, and hasn't aged for about 4 years, which are all very bad signs. -Doesn't understand how to run a business but does so anyway. Doesn't understand how to interact with people but does so anyway. Doesn't understand how to create life but does so anyway- -He isn't pure evil, he just gets into very bad mindsets and makes poor decisions that lead him down the wrongest way to go. -Does some self evaluation and goes 'maybe this wasn't the right way chief :/' just a bit too late Audrey Dempsey-she/her, lesbian, Borderline Personality Disorder -Feral conspiracy theorist -May or may not be related to multiple studio members -Everyone's called her crazy for years and made her feel like a burden, and she is hellbent on proving everyone wrong -Quite socially awkward, and rather sarcastic with a dark sense of humour -Works for Archgate Allison Pendle-she/her & they/them, androphilic/ace -Is forever lost in a vintage clothing store -Most people say she seems nice, but everyone just kind of subconciously registers that there is something up with her -Knows a lot about the supernatural -The person closest to Joey, which doesn't necessarily mean they're friends -Nobody has ever seen the right side of her face Dot Acciaci-she/her, pan -Her parents are Italian, and she speaks a little herself, usually using it to encrypt her private notes -Mischevious & curious, but ultimately kind -She will find out your secrets, and is very good at reading people -Great storyteller -Struggles with loneliness a lot Dr Eleanor Hackenbush-she/her, aro/ace -Science knows no bounds -Doesn't care what your motivation is, as long as you give her some cash and some experiments -Filled with nothing but utter spite Ms Reina Rodriguez-they/them, demi -Tired of everything -Although she puts up a calm exterior, Rodriguez is very attached to the studio and views it as her 'new family', having a terrible relationship with her old one -Her family drama connects to the fact they're very catholic, but she nobody knows what this drama is other than Joey Tessa Arch-she/her, straight -An absolute bitch -Trusts her husband far too much -Not very smart, but compensates for this for being good looking and rich Shawn Flynn-he/him (intersex), pan -Jovial, but gets angry quickly -Willing to do 'wrong' things if it helps someone else out, kind of like Robin Hood or something -His mother taught him how to sew and he helped her make clothes when he was younger -Found it hard to get a job because he's Irish, so despite being tired of all the bullshit of JDS, he is reluctant to look elsewhere -Friends with Lacie and Grant because they appreciate his humour Lacie Benton-She/her, lesbian, trans -Tougher than the toughies -wlw & mlm solidarity w/ Bertrum, who she views as one of the only genuinely smart people in JDS and who she has worked for for basically all of her life -Feels like something is up, but doesn't notice much if it doesn't connect to her work -Has automatophobia -Friend with Shawn and Grant because she respects their dedication to their work Grant Cohen-He/him, bi, depression, jewish -Absolute madlad at maths -Acts like he doesn't care what you think, cares far too much about what you think -Everyone wants him to just get therapy already -Doesn't have many friends, but has a weird 'we're both horribly overworked' kinship with Sammy, so they usually just chill and smoke together -Friends with Shawn and Lacie because they're actually mentally stable and he needs some rocks Nathan Arch-He/him, straight -You should hate him -You should hate him a lot -Super rich and doesn't pay his workers enough -Silver tongued -Basically a spider. Creates webs of manipulation and lies, sees a lot, and knows plenty about waiting for his prey to come to him.

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2020 fic round-up - original / published fic!

Time for the original fic overview, from this year! There’s a LOT, but some of that was written (at least mostly) last year, and only published this year. So let’s see...

Original Fic (at least mostly written and published in 2020) (Character Bleed, E, 254,099 words. **Pretty much all of this was written in 2019, so I'm not really counting it as 'new words' - but all the editing - and the publication!!!! - happened in 2020!** THIS STORY, YOU GUYS. I love it and these characters so much. It's the most ambitious thing I've ever tried to write, that whole story-within-a-story, being about actors filming a Regency-era gay love story, and falling in love themselves. I'm just looking at it all...and I'm in awe...and the response to this, oh wow. I've been so amazed and so grateful and so thrilled - the art, the trailer, the comments, the people thinking about these characters and loving them along with me - I'm so lucky to have all of you. *hugs everyone* And now you can buy it! As three volumes - Seaworthy, Stalwart, and Steadfast! Available via JMS Books, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and everywhere!) Character Bleed Bonus Scenes, E, 84,125 words, which means 58,428 new words! Also there're at least three special bonus scenes that *aren't* on AO3, only included with the published books! (Conversely, there're at least two bonus scenes that will only ever be on AO3, for all of you reading there!) So that's probably an extra, oh, let's say around 5k words. Cinnamon and Strawberries (A Character Bleed Story), E, 12,169 words. My Jason & Colby holiday novella! Full of celebrations, love, moving in together, and interesting uses for holiday ribbon... Cadence and the Pearl, E, 60,097 words, About 30k of it written in 2019/2018 (Was this really also published this year? I had FOUR novels out this year? Gosh.) I really love this one, honestly - historical, paranormal, pensive, ocean magic, a fairy tale. The Arch-Mage's Firebird, E, 11,220 words. A spin-off story in the Kitten & Witch universe! (I really ought to write the third part of the main story...) A runaway firebird, and an Arch-Mage in hiding, and a beachside town. One Night in London: Robert & Anthony, E, 29,247 words. My part of the fabulous collaborative three-part novel, with @turtletotem and @thebestpersonherelovesbucky ! <33333 You can buy the collected version here - they're more fun to read together, since our characters interact, but they can technically stand alone. Regency m/m romance, ballrooms, scandals... (I also wrote the prologue for the collected edition, so, + about 5k words!) Eventually there'll be a print version of the collected edition! We had so much fun - perhaps we'll do it again sometime... :D :D A Demon for Forever, E, 13,752 words - surprise! I thought I was done with the Demon for Midwinter universe - but JMS did a submissions call for stories celebrating LGBTQ marriage, and, well - I'd written the proposal story for Kris and Justin, so...we should get to see the wedding, right? With Justin in a wedding dress. A sparkly one. This story is also available as part of the JMS Books 2020 Top Ten Anthology! The Demon's Choice, E, 19,365 words - extra surprise! I'd had to cut this whole subplot from an earlier Demon story, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, so...I finally wrote it as a bonus story! Hurt/comfort, Justin confronting his heritage, and of course a happy ending. Refuge at Clifftop, E, 17,262 words. Third in the Extraordinary superhero polyamory series! Lots of hurt/comfort in this one, near-death self-sacrifice, tons of heroic love! Leather and Tea in London, E, 20,909 words - the third of the Leather and Tea stories! Written for the JMS Books BDSM collection call. Simon's brother needs a favor. So Ben and Simon head to London, bringing Ben's retired-spy skill set and also some fun toys for enjoying themselves. This story is also available as part of the JMS Books Hurts So Good BDSM Trio Collection! A Penny for Your Thoughts, E (but mostly implied / discussed - those darn truth-telling coins!), 3,981 words. A original-fic rewrite of an Evanstan drabble, expanded somewhat - and I really love these characters! A magician, his hero, mutual pining, and love confessions. Of Starlit Balls and Starship Captains, T, 6,596 words. M/F, with bi/pan protagonists - my attempt at mixing space opera and Regency romance! Technically I'd written an earlier version of this a couple years ago for a contest, for which it was not chosen, so this isn't all new writing, but substantially so. Statuesque, E, 3,491 words - some lesbian erotica! Short and kinky - established Dom/sub relationship - and loving. Honey Witch, E, 4,032 words. More short lesbian erotica! A witch and her princess, finding each other. Original Fic (written/heavily revised in 2020, publication contracts signed but not yet published) A Sonnet for a Thunderstorm, M, 3,202 words. An expanded original-character version of a several-years-old Cherik drabble - 18th century historical, thunderstorms, a poet and his pirate. Probably out in April/May 2021. (Frost & Raine, expanded version - the version that's still on AO3, which I'll have to take down, is about 31k - the published version, coming in February 2021, is currently 40,020 words. So...8,141 new words!) Original Fic (written in 2020, not yet under contract or published other than on AO3) In Focus, which is the Character Bleed spin-off, Leo's story - still in progress! it's up to 68,458 words, so that means...52,947 new words in 2020! Not bad. Whumptober 2020 - Original Fic Edition, E (overall; individual chapters vary), 13,271 words. All the Whumptober fics for my original fic - fanfic for myself! A couple of the Character Bleed-related ones might make it into publication, as well as the Jamie/Brendan story, eventually, I hope. Ember and Serenity, E, 23,170 words currently - I added chapter 5 in 2020, so that's 2,418 new words! I do have plans for this one. Oh yes. My librarian-magician and his book-thief...yes. And if you're wondering who hired Serenity, well, there already has been a clue... :D Spells and Sensibility (working title), aka the Mystery Project I'm working on with @thebestpersonherelovesbucky - which involves Regency-era magicians, and is currently 35,546 words!

That’s a lot of words! I feel Accomplished. Looking forward to more words in 2021 - and sharing them all with all of you, without whom I’d’ve never had the courage to try to publish stories. Thank you - you’re why I do this. <3333

#writing #2020 #such words! very wow!#2020 round-up

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Requiem

Part 1/Previous Part/Next Part

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Dating Connor was better than what he thought it would be.

When Connor first asked him out, he was very scared. After Connor had convinced him that it wasn’t a prank and that he actually had a crush on Evan, he then had his own brain and Jared to worry about.

He constantly thought it was a prank, that Connor was going to make a fool of him so the attention of being a ‘freak’ and ‘weirdo’ would be taken off of him and put onto Evan. Everyone morning he expected to get a text that Connor changed his mind, or that he didn’t want to talk to Evan anymore because Evan was weird and a lot to handle. Evan wouldn’t have blamed him if he texted that. Hell, most days Evan can barely handle himself. It would just be selfish to expect Connor to be able to handle him.

Jared never really helped the situation either. Even though Jared was the one who pushed the two teens to get over their feelings and go on a date—though it wasn’t fun to learn that his friend (family friend, he quickly reminded himself) also pushed Connor into admitting to him that he liked Evan when Jared had given Connor no sense of security in the fact that he could trust Jared with that information—he loved to push Evan’s anxiety and make him imagine every scenario that Evan can think of by himself.

“God, please tell me if he stands you up,” Jared had told Evan about a week before their date. “I could use it as ammo against him if he ever decides to go after me again in the future.”

“The school will get a kick out of this when they find out,” he laughed as Evan had called him about what to wear, what to say, what to do. Of course, Jared didn’t give any helpful advice on this in the first place.

From Jared Kleinman: he may just want sex man

From Jared Kleinman: gotta be prepared ;)

Those texts did not help Evan in anyway. They were bad in themselves, but to receive them 20 minutes before Connor was supposed to pick him up sent Evan into an anxiety attack. When Connor picked him up, he had to help Evan calm down so that they could go on their date.

The first date was great. They didn’t do a lot, just went out to Á La Mode and walked around a nearby park. It was really close to what they did when they first started being friends and Evan was happy that it was calm. He didn’t like extravagant things, or being expected to act a certain way in certain places or restaurants. If they had gone to a restaurant, Evan would have been so scared about helping to pay or letting Connor pay by himself and it would have triggered another anxiety attack from the teen.

No, it was calm. Connor had even put some effort into his look, ditching his normal hoodie for a nice button up with a nice pair of jeans. Nothing fancy, he almost looked like how twenty percent of the boys at their school look like, but it was different. While they had walked around, he even asked to hold Evan’s hand. It took Evan about ten minutes to calm down from it.

But he liked it.

They went on two more dates after that one. They grew closer with each date, each text, each call, each ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’. They held hands whenever they were alone, hugged each other when they met up, and they had even cuddled once when Connor’s whole family was gone. Evan was mortified when Connor put an arm around his shoulders when they started the movie, but by the end of it he was tucked into Connor’s shoulder and curled up against his side with the other boy rubbing his arm in comforting motions.

Evan thought it was going great. There were some days that Connor was closed off, angry, and would lash out at Evan for just changing his tone slightly. Evan would be scared when it happened, would apologize nonstop. He had learned to just give Connor some time to cool down from the outburst before asking what was wrong, why he reacted the way he did. He had to ask or Connor would never bring it up and Evan is horrible at reading body language. If he asked, Connor would explain why he had a knee-jerk reaction to a slight change in something.

It was just things that they had to work on. Evan had to work on telling the truth, Connor had to work on apologizing. Evan had to work on his rambling when he wanted to avoid topics, Connor had to work on his knee-jerking reactions to little things that happen in his life. Neither of them are perfect, neither of them actually know what they are doing, but they know what to make better.

Neither Evan nor Connor told anyone around them that they were going on dates. Evan knew that his mom would be okay with it, but he also really didn’t want to sit down and have that conversation. She would be so happy that Evan had a friend, and now someone that could be his boyfriend, but if it didn’t work out she would be sad. She would try to comfort him but he would be able to tell that she was disappointed that he couldn’t keep the only relationship that he has had together.

Connor said he didn’t have anyone he wanted to tell. If he told his parents, that would also involve coming out and he thought that they would either think he is lying or that Evan was just a dealer that they had to separate his son from. Evan had asked if he would ever tell Zoe, but he never got an answer. Connor had turned away from him and coughed awkwardly, saying “Let’s just watch the movie”. He never pushed it again.

Evan was sure that they had it in the bag. He was sure.

Zoe seemed to have other ideas.

Evan was sitting against his locker during lunch, quietly reading a book that Connor had recommended to him. If Evan was honest, he would admit that he doesn’t read much. It has nothing to do with his anxiety, but he just believes watching movies or TV is easier than reading. Though, when Connor started telling him about this book he had read Sophomore year, his eyes lit up and a smile spread over his face, Evan knew he had to read it. It made Connor so happy that he felt it was something he needed to experience as well.

“Evan?” he heard a voice ask. Evan popped his head up to see Zoe standing in front of him. She didn’t look happy.

“Oh, uh, hi Zoe,” he stuttered out. “I’m sorry, were you there long? I didn’t mean to get so caught up in my reading.”

“You’re fine,” she snipped. Her tone had Evan flinching back into his locker, looking back down at his closed book. Evan heard Zoe let out a sigh. “Sorry, I just… I had a question for you.”

“O-Oh?” His hands immediately started sweating. Does she know about him and Connor? Is she going to ask if they are dating? What does Evan say? Connor hasn’t told her yet, at least he doesn’t think so. Should he lie? Tell the truth? What if she tells Connor’s parents? Or worse, his mom. God, he can’t have his mom know yet. He isn’t ready for her to know that. What happens if Connor’s parents find out? Will they have to break up? Will Connor’s parents let Evan come over anymore? Will they think that Evan made Connor gay?

Did Evan make Connor gay?

“You hang out with my brother, right?” she asked. Her arms were crossed over her chest. It looked like she was trying so hard to hide something. Was she angry? Sad? Evan honestly couldn’t tell.

“Y-Yeah. We hang out, uh, time to time?” Why did he end it like a question?

“Why?” Evan gave her a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“No one hangs around my brother,” she snapped. “I’ve never seen anyone from the school willingly talk to him. So, what’s the reason? Is he paying you? Are you his drug dealer?”

“No!” Drug dealer? The only drugs Evan even owns are his anxiety meds, and he would rather die than sell them and suffer with panic attacks. “I don’t even smoke drugs!”

Zoe stared at Evan, gaze studying him where he sits on the floor. Evan looked down at his hands in an attempt to avoid her gaze, but it was no use. It was like he could feel her eyes burning through him, knowing every secret about him and ready to expose it to the world.

“I believe you,” she mumbled. Evan let out a breath of relief. “But why do you hang out with my brother?”

“Because he is my friend?” Evan didn’t know how to answer at this point. He wasn’t going to out himself to Zoe, but what was he supposed to do?

“Why?” she asked again, though she was more upset.

“B-because he is… uh, nice? He returned something of mine, and we just kept talking So, uh, we’re here.”

“You think my brother is nice?” Evan slowly nodded his head. Zoe let out a laugh. “Evan, my brother is the farthest from nice someone can get.”

“I-I really don’t think that’s true,” Evan mumbled.

“Look, Evan,” Zoe started. “You seem like a nice guy. You even seem like someone who looks for the good in everyone! But you won’t find it in my brother.”

“How—” Evan started, but Zoe interrupted him.

“Whatever side of himself he is showing you, it’s not the truth. I know I may be a shitty sister for saying this, but I want to make sure that you’re safe.”

Before Evan could question her any further, the bell rang, signaling to the duo that their lunch break was over. The hallways quickly started filling up with students and Evan jumped up from the ground, wanting to avoid being trapped between Zoe and his locker.

“I should, uh, go…” Evan mumbled.

“Yeah,” Zoe sighed. Evan grabbed his backpack and quickly joined the flow of students, thoughts spinning.

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“And just like that, you left?” Connor asked.

It was Friday night, a few days after Zoe and Evan’s conversation. Connor had finally started feeling better so he immediately went over to Evan’s house after he got back from school. Evan didn’t mind. Even if he was afraid to admit it out loud, he had missed Connor, so spending some alone time with him was nice.

If only they didn’t have to talk about his sister and ruin the whole mood.

“Yeah,” Evan sighed. He and Connor were laying down on his bed with Evan laying his head on Connor’s collarbone. Evan was playing with the strings to Connor’s hoodie while Connor gently played with Evan’s hair.

“I can’t believe she thought that you were one of my drug dealers,” Connor scoffed. “ I mean, come on! You don’t even look like someone who has been around weed!”

“Hey! I could be a drug dealer if I wanted,” Evan huffed, lightly hitting Connor’s chest.

“Sure, babe,” Connor drawled sarcastically. “You would be the first person I would go to for a hit, you and all your blue polo and fucking khaki glory.” Evan shot a glare at Connor who just smiled back, fake innocence radiating from him.

“Meanie,” he mumbled, leaning back down to get comfy. Connor laughed at the weak attempt at an insult and Evan beamed. He loved hearing Connor laugh, and it was even better when he could feel it.

“Why was she so evident that I couldn’t be your friend?” Evan asked after a few minutes of silent. Connor tensed up, his hand stopping movement in Evan’s hair and Evan panicked. “You don’t have to answer! It’s fine, I really shouldn’t be asking questions like that—”

“Evan, it’s fine,” Connor interrupted. Evan stayed silent, waiting for Connor to gather his thoughts and continue.

With a deep breath, Connor started. “Well, she doesn’t like me. That much is obivous—so fucking obvious that the tension between the two of us is one of the main topic at breakfast every morning.” Connor let out a laugh, but Evan knew it wasn’t because he was happy or thought it was actually funny. Besides lashing out, humor is how Connor dealt with a lot of issues.

“Ever since I got into drugs, she would try to figure out who my dealers are, try to find a way to stop me. And yeah, I understand where she is coming from, because I also wouldn’t want to be around me when I’m high. I’m not the best person in general, and when I came down from my highs I get worse.”

“You’re a good person!” Evan interjected.

“That’s a conversation for another day,” Connor dodged. Evan almost stopped him again, thinking it was a conversation they should be having now, but he kept quiet. “I have gotten loud and sometimes violent when I came down from my highs, having to come to the realization of shitty I am and how shitty everything around me is, but she has accused me of things I know I would never do, no matter how high or pissed I am.”

Evan was almost afraid to ask. What would Zoe accuse him of?

“You can ask,” Connor assured. Evan gave him an anxious look, almost asking if he was sure that he could. This was common between the couple, with Evan trying to learn to fight past his anxiety and for Connor to let personal questions be asked.

“What has she said you’ve done?” Evan slowly asked. Connor stared up at the ceiling, preparing his answer. Evan grabbed his hand that rested on his head and brought it over his waist. He locked their fingers together and gave Connor’s hand a squeeze.

“She has said that I have threatened to kill her,” Connor choked out. “I know for sure that I haven’t because even if we aren’t on good terms, even if I did fucking hate her, I would never do that to her. I… still love her.”

Evan wanted to cry. Connor honestly talks from a place of hurt, a place of pain. Connor doesn’t have the best support system either, with his family wanting to see him as something that needs to be fixed and him lashing out against everything they do because of that.

Yes, Connor could get better help, turn away from the drugs and start going to therapy, but he doesn’t want to. Evan knows that is the first step to receiving help, or else you are just going to get worse. Did Zoe know that? Did she know that her brother is attempting to cope in his own way? Even if she didn’t, what would make her want to tell Connor and others these things.

“Why would she say that?” Evan asked.

“She hates me.” Connor shrugged his shoulders, attempting to seem nonchalant in this horrible situation. “And honestly? I don’t blame her. I’m a pretty shitty person.”

“No, you’re not,” Evan reiterated. Connor shrugged his shoulder again, brushing off Evan’s concern. Evan wasn’t going to fight it right now. “Have you tried talking to her?”

“She won’t listen. She couldn’t give less of a fuck about my apologies, or about my explanations and even my fucking mental health.”

“Does she know a lot?”

“She caught me trying to kill myself in the past,” he mumbled. Evan didn’t stay anything. What could he say? “So yeah, she knows that there is something fucked up. But she blames me for everything negative that happens.”

“She...there has been things, uh, said about her, right?” Evan mumbled. Connor took a deep breath, shaking his head.

“I’ve heard her say that people call her ‘the freaks brother’ or ‘sister of a shooter’.”

“That’s—” Evan stopped. He is aware that people compare Zoe and Connor all of the time. It was a constant whisper through the halls, people wondering what it was like for Zoe to be ‘the best Murphy’. Calling Zoe those names seems like a double edged way to get at Connor, hurting Zoe in the process.

“Yeah,” Connor agreed. “Everyone is shit. I’ve also heard her tell our mom that she is seen as the ‘freak’s sister’.”

“I’m sorry, Connor,” Evan whispered. “You shouldn’t have to go through that. You deserve so much more, you don’t deserve your sister doubting that you can make friends.”

Connor let out a deep breath. He let go of Evan’s hand and rolled over, pulling Evan closer to his chest.

“Don’t be sorry,” Connor mumbled. He placed a kiss on the top of Evan’s head. “It’s just...life. My family may be shit and our school even shittier, but that’s nothing new.”

Evan tucked his head into Connor’s chest, gripping his jacket with a tight grip. Connor rubbed Evan’s back in an attempt to comfort him.

Silence fell between the two boys as they thought over the conversation.

#Dear Evan Hansen #Evan Hansen #Connor Murphy #Evan x Connor #Evan Hansen x Connor Murphy #Tree Bros #sunwriting #fanfiction

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countryshitposts · 4 years

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you got two black eyes from loving too hard

China is in love with his friend, but the clutches of homophobia are strong.

Warnings; homophobia and some smut scenes (cliffhanger too)

Zhongguo Renmin would lie if he says Éguó did not give him the same feelings as his father had once did.

(No matter how many times he scolds and berate himself for this, he can't stop these sinful thoughts spinning around his mind and manipulating his heart to do countless of atrocious acts that will leave him reeling for the next eternity.)

Unlike Sulian, however, Éguó's feelings towards Renmin was soft and genuine friendship, preserved for the best and most important people in his life. There is nothing sinful behind his honey-laced voice, soft touches puncturing and opening Renmin's skin alive, and that blinding and beautiful smile that rivals- no, not the sun, but Sulian himself.

Oh heavens above, no matter how many countless times he has told himself that homosexuals are disgusting and horrible, he falls with a man.

A man who does not reciprocate the same feelings towards him, a final blow to his stone cold heart and solidifying completely.

He had to fall in love with two men in the same family branch.

When Renmin realizes he is developing alien feelings towards Éguó (he tries to remember when he had fallen in love with he) the man had tried - yet failed - to accomplish completely abolishing his feelings for him. He cannot make another mistake again, he cannot have his heart broken to tiny pieces once again.

(Whether the mistake be he and Sulian's failure of a relationship or being gay, it is truly a mystery to him.)

Renmin tries to act casual after his outbreak of feelings started, a manifestation of butterflies trying to rip his stomach open and to fly out of there after tearing him piece by piece until he's nothing but a something, a someone that had once been alive and so in love. But Éguó was absolutely not helping; his twinkling gray eyes and delighted smile painting across his features whenever Renmin enters a room as close as he, the ultimately drunk nights they keep having to satisfy themselves, his cold voice melting whenever Renmin is around makes him all the more warmer and the feelings worse to handle and tolerate than before.

(He remembered trembling in front of a mirror, staring at his reflection like it is the most sinful thing in earth and rips out many a strand of his dark hair to emphasize just how dim-witted he is.)

He tries hard to hide these feelings that will ruin his and Éguó's friendship, which horrifyingly challenging and difficult to manage whenever Éguó would rant about the homos running around his land (Renmin would flinch at the slightest mention he hates gays before laughing pleasantly and saying they're all repulsive); stranger - or friendly - women who'd talk or flirt with his friend to the point that something inside of Renmin wanted to make them disappear like those damned protesters (he insists that he just felt left out whenever Éguó talks to someone else- he had simply laughed and patted Renmin on the back and comforted him by saying he will always be there for him and his heart had leapt); and the ever tortorous game that is intimacy, with Éguó's gentle and soft touches absolutely making him melt.

(One time he and Russia went camping - it had reminded him too much of Soviet too - and he had forgotten one of his sleeping bags and insisted he can sleep outside with no cover at all but Russia had argued he might grow cold and he did not want that to happen.

So Renmin had to handle being caressed by his good friend for the rest of the night, sleepless as he feels Russia's arm around his waist, holding him close and soft breaths on the nape of his neck, making Renmin absolutely warm.

And cold at the same time.)

Of course, he is quite discreet with his emotions and feelings, preferring to keep them in a box locked by heart and brain to all. Éguó will never know of his sinful feelings towards he and risk their vulnerable friendship.

Then the New Year's Eve party drops by like a bomb that will predict the unforeseen future.

Renmin looks at the reflection at the mirror, taking in all the features he had grown to absolutely loathe over the years- but he cannot help but shake off the insults he had created for himself. He hums a small song in his head as he buttons his shirt up and takes a comb to brush strands of his hair. He hears someone open his bedroom door and turns to smile at Éguó, who returns it brighter and even more with a burning passion.

"Let me help with that, Kitay", Éguó's hands roam around China's clothing and buttoning up his sleeves with gentle hands made his heart skip a beat, face a little red as he calms himself down.

"Thank you", Renmin lets out a steely breath as he looks towards Russia- so breath taking in his casual outfit, highlighting his body, making Renmin's mind spam him with sinful and atrocious thoughts.

"Let's go now, shall we?"

The New Year's Eve party was even messier than the Christmas Party Fēilǜbīn had arranged less than a week ago.

(Honestly, Liánhéguó, the decorations were quite tasteless and bland, and most of the fairy lights are not even working properly. The food was quite horrible to the point he had to consult sink water for remedy.)

Renmin groans as he feels a presence near him and looks to find Měiguó with her own cigarette in her mouth, she smiles at Renmin, full of hidden spite and resentment (the feeling is mutual, so he does not mind).

"Awesome New Year's, huh?", she asks as she blows out a puff of cigarette to the grossly light polluted air- the stars are, to their disadvantage, being taken out by this reckoning force that is luminscent bright light. Sometimes Renmin wonders if the twinkling stars are even alive to consider the fact that they are too dim by now.

Renmin rolls his eyes, taking out his pipe, "Why are you asking me?"

America rolls her eyes, "'Cause you kissed Japan in the Christmas Party."

Renmin lightly smirks; a simple tug on the corner of his lips, really.

Ah, America must be quite jealous of the make-out scene in Spin the Bottle; he can still recall the fervor deep inside of him, wanting to claw Japan apart like they were some play thing that had opened up to him- before immediately backing off when Japan said they were asexual.

Of course, he and Éguó adressed the matter of the video where Renmin and Ríběn had kissed; Russia had just smiled pearly white and told him he understood it was a dare, with perfect honey voice and no passive-aggressive words, hands clasped around his lap like an obedient queen in front of her king, eyes glinting of genuine joy.

(Renmin could not help but smile a little when he sees Russia grit his teeth when Renmin was jokingly retelling his story of how he made out with Ríběn like it was the end of the world. He had let out a tiny chuckle when Russia tilts his head and, with furrowed brows, tells China that Japan must've been a horrible kisser.

There was a hint of possessiveness and jealousy in Éguó's voice but China had paid no mind for it.)

At least he had fared well than Mongolia; the boy received an earful from Éguó after he watches the video of he carrying Hánguó to a private room to do the do. Mongolia was promising never to do that whole drama again, and vowing that he will take Belarus to dates every weekend or every free time.

"Don't worry, I don't like the bastard", Renmin tells America half-heartedly, "they're not my type."

The woman's brow lift up a bit, "Oh? Then who is?"

Renmin scowls, taking his pipe out of his mouth and wiping it, "That is absolutely none of your business."

He did not wait for America to catch up to him- and why should he? She is the one provoking him and asking the intrusive questions (albeit only one but still) and making him at the very least uncomfortable. He catches Éguó's eyes - who is arguing with Wūkèlán - and the former immediately pushes his brother out of the way and approaches Renmin with a tired smile.

"Your friend - Filippiny, was it? - asked everyone to join truth or dare."

Renmin sighs as he puts an arm around Éguó, "As long as you're joining, I'll come." Russia's eyes glint.

"Seriously? Hell yeah."

Russia is absolutely wasted and shit-faced after many a shots of vodka and wine from the secret stash Canada had brought to the party. Renmin holds a shot glass of vodka while trying to hide his red face from Éguó, who is currently laughing and head on his lap, the source of his embarrassment.

From the corner of Renmin's eye, he sees America look at them with a troublesome smirk, and Renmin knows she's planning something.

He hears Ríběn and Hánguó arguing near the buffet- the latter was screaming and shouting, voice going an octave higher to anyone's liking - it is too irritating, next time Hánguó will break glass - while Ríběn, acting as the more 'level-headed' of the two crosses their arms while softly bickering with the flailing man in front of him, frowning and lips pursed to a thin line (although this would be expected from they; Japan is never one for coaxing someone to a fight or openly gloating).

(Japan had used up all their diabolical, rancid smirks in their second life, the shrugs limited to gestures they do not know of, cruel words replaced with annoyed tones and passive-agressive wording as if the many bombs America had planted on their land and Sulian completely making Teikoku surrender made them use up their malice to the point it had all went dry.)

He pays them no mind- they can handle a fight or two until they realize they are both embarrassing themselves.

"So", a voice calls out, and Renmin perks up from a stupidly laughing and drunk Russia - he is in love with his beautiful laugh too - and finds Canada, with a smirk on his face, red eyes looking straight at Renmin and Éguó. "are you guys, like, fucking?"

Renmin completely sputters; he should not be surprised at the inappropriate question he had just uttered out, but he sprays the vodka he is drinking all over his clothes and on Éguó's face, who seems to be too much in a bliss to care what his friend had just done. Renmin picks up his shattered dignity and glares at Canada who remains confident.

"Did you realize what you just said?", he asks as he unconsciously pets Éguó's short light hair, soft underneath his fingers and absolutely making him warm inside. "We're not fucking- we're friends."

"Comrades", Éguó slurs with a small smile. "We're fucking comrades."

(Renmin's face turns a light shade of red- he did not know if Éguó is backing his claim that they are only comrades or if he is just very drunk to the point he had no idea whether he's humiliating the hell out of himself.)

"You aren't fucking yet, but you will fuck", Philip says not far from them, eyes only on his phone. His statement releases a few snickers from the room, directed towards an embarrassed Renmin and a drunk Éguó.

Renmin pinches the bridge of his nose, ignoring the hushed conversation and a few laughs surrounding him; he coaxes Éguó to stand up so he can leave himself, his lungs heaving and breathing, making him wish for another smoke. He takes his pipe out of his pocket once again and starts to light it up.

(From Renmin's personal experience, smoking is much better than snorting cocaine or any types of drugs- the inhalants may put him towards the path of ecstasy and relief, but he'd resume such depressing state soon after the damned drugs supposedly enlightening his life goes down the drain.)

He opens the door outside, receiving the chilly cold air with a small sigh, lips parting as he brings his pipe towards his mouth, the smoke forming like a wisp and trailing to the moon, despite the fact it is far away, in space, in the atmospheres beyond where he resides. Renmin holds his pipe, wanting to savor the relief, when he hears the door open. He sighs loudly (he has no time for his composure to remain in him), turning to find-

A drunk, stumbling Russia?

"Kitay." His name in Russian sounds so... so exotic, like Éguó is trying to spell out his name in the most unique of ways, tying the string of love Renmin tries to loosen closer, even closer to his friend. Renmin had tried hard to pull these strings of love away from him, from Éguó- yet Earth treats them like porcelain, shaping and weaving their love story to appease their audience from beyond this realm, beyond the naked eye, because they are only tools to this sickening love scheme that heavens above had made. He looks at his friend with a slight smile playing on his lips, puffing smoke out from his mouth as he watches Éguó stumble to his direction before chuckling and helping the poor drunk man up.

Renmin can smell his vodka-laced breath, but he did not lurch at the stench; he has been far too used to his friends addiction to drinking, it has become second nature for the both of them. China would be the sober one, helping Russia get to his knees with the shivering hope he can actually walk, and not the other way around; China will always drink intoxicating and alcoholic drinks in private, hating the way these drinks burn his throat and make him feel the onslaught of an oncoming headache the morrow.

"Shall we head to your place?", Renmin asks his friend softly (a tone that he will only use towards dearest friends and no one else), but the man whom Renmin is supporting shakes his head.

"No... yours." Renmin nods, as he - while holding his taller and much larger friend - towards his car, grunting and stumbling.

(It wasn't because Éguó was heavy, no, but it is due to how his friend just leans on him. Renmin is quite strong and can carry Russia with no problem, thank you very much.)

He puts Éguó on the passenger's seat, safely putting his seatbelt on and hears a storm of Russian swear words - many of which are now familiar to his ears - but still think of these strange mutterings as music to his ears. Yes, love can deafen a man's ears.

Renmin starts his car, closing the doors and locking it (because Éguó has the fatal fascination of opening cars when it's in motion while drunk) and stepping on the breaks to drive silently throughout the night. He'd rather wonder about the many theories of existence and the different planes he exists upon rather than how Russia is still oblivious of Renmin's feelings, but, he is grateful this way.

They got to Renmin's place in absolutely no time, like time has slowed down and that the night is still young, still fragile, despite the fact it is midnight and the moon is shining a bright light. He parks the car near his home, looking at Éguó who - surprisingly - is trying to put himself to sleep.

Renmin loves the warmth surrounding him as he props Éguó up, who was pretty sleepy from the way he breathes evenly. Renmin smiles faintly, opening the door all by himself as he makes his way towards the guest room, and plopping Éguó down on the soft bed, causing the man to whine.

"Kitay." Renmin stops, looking at Russia with a questioning look. The man on the bed motions for him to come near them, and Renmin obliges; perhaps they need a drink, after all, they will have a horrible hangover tomorrow, or maybe they want to greet him a good night before they drift off to a heavy sleep, or he wants both of them to be in the same bed, sleeping under the covers-

He absolutely did not expect lips on his mouth, and the hard grasp of his shoulders and pushing him down towards Éguó's bigger and much muscular body. Renmin hides a gasp as his friend's (will he still call him friend after this?) tongue asks to enter his closed mouth, still feeling the hot breath on his lips and mouth, the hands holding onto his legs, the... arousal growing in him. He denies Russia the permission to guide him across the caves of his mouth, trying - half-heartedly - to escape his firm grip but Russia bites his lower lip and Renmin yelps; forcing Russia's tongue to enter.

He shudders; he remembers feeling this way when he and Soviet Union lost their virginity to each other, the hot and warmest touches resonating in them as they tear one another apart, biting and kicking and absolutely loving the way their sinful touches go lower, lower, lower.

He promises himself never to do it again, after his secret marriage with Sulian was annulled- null.

Then for the first time in decades, he opens his body up for his friend.

And his friend just so happens to be the once love of his life.

(Technically, Éguó has replaced Sulian with that title, now Sulian is just a void deep in Renmin's mind, calling out to him, wishing for him to return to his arms but he refuses, turning his back on him.)

As Éguó's tongue snakes up towards his cave, tasting, exploring the wet taverns of his mouth, China didn't notice one of Russia's hands going towards his lower body, clutching his growing arousal through his pants. Renmin moans as he feels him carress and make it even harder, letting himself become weak, surrendering himself to Russia. He feels him smile as he breaks the kiss, with Renmin whining from the loss of the heat in his tongue, before embarrassingly covering his mouth (either from the needy whine or realizing he has a trail of saliva coming down from his throat, he will never know), but Éguó gently traces his cheeks with his fingers, while his other hand pleasures Renmin's arousal.

"For all these years", Éguó breathes, hot on his face, "after teasing me, toying with me, playing with me for an unneeded amount of time, I finally have you in my hands." With a grunt, Russia reverses their position, now Russia is straddling Renmin and grinding on his legs and Renmin whining and moaning, arching his back so his arousal can hit Russia's leg for more friction. Russia tuts, unzipping his pants and boxers to let his member out, and Renmin gasps as the cold air hits him, enveloping and wrapping him around as the other man above him takes off his own shirt to let Renmin see the glory of he being shirtless.

(Well, it's not very surprising at the least- he and Russia had been taking their shirts off one another, making the former too heated to even function at the sight of Russia's shirtless and looking at himself and asking why he does not look like a wax statue unlike his friend, flawless and scarless and undaunting, looking at Renmin with a pointed look as if he's waiting for him to take his shirt off so they can bathe in a river spring during their camping trip-)

Renmin gasps as he feels a warm feeling surrounding his length, the tongue like a heatwave of many a desserts trying to puncture and make Renmin collapse to no effort at all. The hands snaking up his thighs, indicating factor that they are both going to do this scandalous and disgusting doing, and Renmin will experience another taking of his virginity and this time by Sulian's son.

He grips onto the covers, making a mental note that after all this is over, this... nightmare dream is over, he must take Éguó to another room to fabricate evidence they had done anything horrible at all. Russia must not know; if he does, he will trash around and throw a tantrum when he realized what he had done to Renmin and stop talking to him for the rest of his life.

A part of Renmin wanted to push Éguó off, away from him, and escape through the doors he knows he should have gone through before Russia wishes to talk to him (who is he to deny his friend a request?) but the part of desire wanted this, this momentous occassion to happen, where he is pinned down by Éguó and kissing him with a burning passion, marking him as his and always will be his, subduing him, loving him and treating him roughly to a varying degree and caring for him afterwards.

He listens to the latter part of his as he feels a pool in his stomach, wanting to be released into Russia's mouth, who is still working him up, ruining him, making him whine like the needy baby he was. China grits his teeth, as Russia licks up the length of his member and he cries;

"Éguó, I'm going to-" he screams as he unleashes a torrent of liquid into the man's mouth, white liquid staining Russia's face slightly and Renmin's chest; he breathes, shaking, embarrassed at the mess he made and wondering how his friend would react to this.

(Would he inexplicably tease him? Play and toy with him until he breaks? Would he encourage him release after release or would he just hammer down into him?)

"Aw, look at you, making a mess before we actually get the fun started", Russia coos, making Renmin flustered to even function, feeling himself practically die of embarrassment- he reminds himself to have a much firmer resolve, not giving into the pooling desire nor the pleasure Éguó has given him.

(He remembers the subtle touches Sulian does underneath the table, every time they'd had dinner together; the way his hands roam around Renmin's thigh as he eats or talks, trying to get a whine out of him to drop his spoon force his mouth to form a whine of all sorts. He remembers Sulian's cheeky smirk, lust-filled eyes and golden eyes staring back at his, waiting.

Renmin could not even last a playing and teasing with Russia's father, already pleading with the man on top of him to finish him off.)

"Do you have any lube?", Russia asks as he searches the room - the guest room, Renmin's mind supplies - for any possible places he could potentially have hidden any form of lubricant, and China absolutely knows where they are.

"I have them in my room...", he says suggestively, propping himself up with his hands, still under Russia's body, feeling his erect length on his thighs.

(Needless to say, he is just as turned on as Éguó was.)

Russia raises a brow, "Oh? Then go get it, Kitay." The way he says his name in Russian makes Renmin want to grind into him, pleading with him to finally pleasure him in the most abstract of ways, touching him in certain parts friends absolutely do not touch, ramming into him las he arches his back to get hit with more and more pleasure, screaming and biting his lips as Russia can go on and on.

China nods, and Russia gets up for the man beneath him to go fetch the lube in his room-

(This is the chance; to run straight to his room and lock the door, breathless and sweating and currently in a state of shock and heartbreak, quietly and slowly leaning down to cry, hoping Éguó would forget what has happened in the morning- to greet Russia with a smile and a cup of coffee in his wake, talking casually with no mention of their heated night that almost delved into the passion and-)

Renmin takes the bottle of lube from the drawers; full of toys, plugs, and every mention of sex ever. He remembers how he pulls them out whenever he was heated, tugging at them, panting as they enter him, loving the way they pleasure him yet hating the way they are not real skin. (And maybe the fact he wants to play with his entrance more than a healthy dose, yes.) He comes back to Russia, who has now stripped from his clothes; China's eye trail down from Russia's sweat-filled chest down towards his-

"We aren't supposed to do this", Renmin chokes - either from the size of it or from the sinful deed - looking at his friend dead in the eye. They were only supposed to be friends, comrades, brothers without a blood, not whatever sick and mangled game they are playing right now. There was something hot on his eye, turning the world blurry until he blinks, unleashing a warm trail down his cheeks. "W-we're supposed to be j-just brothers-"

He covers his mouth as he chokes back a sob- no matter how much his sick and disgusting mind wanted the man in front of him, nude and vulnerable, they could not do this. He feels two hands on his shoulders, but he does not dare look up from his hands.

Many thoughts ring in his mind at once.

He did not want this.

This is sinful and against what the two of them have stated.

He did not want to be subdued, to be a part of another's desire playing by.

But the sinful mind of his only pays attention to melting the icy desire frozen by a block of ice.

He wanted this.

He oh so wanted this.

It makes his sob even harder, as Russia's hands play with his hair before letting him lean into his chest - Renmin can smell the pure vodka and obnoxious amount of perfume on the other's - Éguó's arms snaking around China's back, tracing his finger tips on his scars, soothingly rubbing his back as Renmin continues to sob and choke and cough.

After a few more soft whispers in his ear, the quick kisses on the nape of his neck, and the feeling of Éguó's strong and sturdy arms snaking up and down his back did Renmin finally calm down, looking up at the taller's grey eyes, a mix of lust, desire, and concern.

"Are you sure you wish to do this?", Éguó asks, "before you are my lover, you are my friend."

Without a beat, Renmin kisses Éguó, to the latter's surprise, a choked sound coming from the other man as he holds the both of them closer, together, a perfect cadence of their love residing in the room, echoing as their hearts beat as one, creating a symphony only their skin can hear and feel. And Russia's soft grip becomes firm, calloused fingers digging into his back, deepening the kiss as he feels Renmin whine for even more.

No more was Renmin's intellect.

It has been overcome by the overwhelming amount of desire, his soul wanting this, wanting him to submit, to play the role of the girl.

Renmin then feels the other weigh into him, and he feels himself being pushed towards the general comforts of the bed, legs spread out, arms above him which are being held at the wrists by Éguó, looking at him with the utmost prosperity of lust. Renmin breathes in shallowly; they were about to do this, and nothing is stopping them.

He knows he should not be savoring this. Renmin bites his lip, trying to keep the tears inside of himself despite the fact his tear ducts has severely betrayed him during the night, with Éguó testing his patience and desire, moving up and down, smirking at the sight of China so submissive, whining and mewling as he thrusts into his tight caves with first his slender fingers and then with his entire length. Renmin remembered being a mess, begging, wanting more, wanting him to thrust into a spot as his back arches and he holds onto Russia for dear comfort.

But now the session is done, he cannot just construct the walls that had been broken by just one flicker of an eye from Russia, turning his insides to soft jelly. He feels the short breathes on his neck - although he is used to it by many camping trips and soft platonic cuddles at the back of the car - and the long hands wrapping around him, ensuring that he is there, safely tucked, and safe. Other times, he would snuggle deeper into Russia, but this was not those other times; they slept with each other, fucked, and they both enjoyed every moment of it.

Renmin tries not to get the horrible tendrils of sleep take him to dreamland until morning when Éguó realizes what they both had done and leave his home, scarred. How was he going to tell Éguó? Was he going to make himself forget all about this, give Russia a doll smile as he wakes up with a terrible hangover? Or will he tell the truth and risk their damned friendship he has built himself upon?

Renmin closes his eyes, trying to still his excited and enamouring heart, plunging up scenarios for him to discuss before his brain denies it all.

Then his visions supply him with a dream; a dream where he and Russia are actual lovers, in a world where they weren't so blatantly homophobic, reaching out into the other universes to make them get a hold of their relationship.

(Russia would touch his cheek passionately, caressing him and Renmin sighing as he leans into his touch with a sigh and a smile, knowing that he'd only be his for the rest of his life.

"I am your lover", Renmin would say with such love in his eyes, kissing the top of Russia's forehead, brushing away his blonde hair and Éguó will hold him closer, kissing him to the moon and back with a burning passion, as if they accepted the fact they are in love in the first place. Renmin will feel a hand on his hip, leaning in and deepening the kiss.

After they break, Russia will smile warmly, his hands ruffling China's dark hair and saying, "I am your lover as well."

And they will love, love with all their hearts- draw little heart strings over their shoulders, kiss in the sunset unhindered, touch each other in parts they thought will be sinful and disgusting, but they will not care anymore.

They are lovers.)

Renmin wants to scream.

Why is he like this.

That is not a question.

China didn't even notice he had given in to the lullabies of sleep rocking him back and forth until he is shoved off the bed. He yelps as he feels the hard floors and the absolute pain in his back. He opens his eye, then looks up at Éguó, looking panicked and covering himself with the stain blankets. His mind is blank first, asking himself why Russia had just shoved him off the bed, then a fast forward of all his memories from last night gives his stomach a lurch.

"Gǒu shǐ... Èluósī... Wǒ...", he chokes, trying to find his voice, "kěyǐ jiěshì."

Éguó shakes his head, taking a step back, his blue eyes full of horror as he realizes what he'd done. "Net, there is nothing to explain, Kitay."

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The Vixen.

i have finally posted some writing! though not top, i hope you guys still like it!

or neil comes to see his boyfriend practice and the freshman gets a rude awakening

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"Your groupie is back, Kevin!" Nicky's loud voice echoed through the plexiglass area, ringing over the constant sound of the ball hitting the walls and nets. Kevin glared at the backliner for a second, waiting for the play to end before he turned his head to look towards the stand, tugging his helmet off in the process.

"Don't call him that," Kevin growled, a smile slipping on his face without warning at the sight of 'groupie'.

Neil Josten was as much of groupie to Kevin as much as Andrew was excited to come to practice. Not at all, but still willing. But those thoughts were not appropriate at practice.

Neil Josten was actually Kevin's boyfriend, had been for the last year or so, and loved watching the Exy practices even though he wanted to be geared up and playing along with them. Sadly, Neil had to settle for being a Vixen, the closest he would ever get to participating in an Exy game. Kevin knew of the skill that Neil had, back in high school and at night practices that he sometimes joined in on when Andrew allowed him. But Neil would not risk anything just for a game.

It had started all those years ago in the shitty gym of Millport High, when Andrew had attempted to break Neil's rib cage when he attempted to run. Kevin had hand picked Neil, the only possible recruit with promise in his eyes. Besides Janie Smalls. He did not understand why the kid did not want to go to Palmetto and play Exy for five years. That is when Neil revealed Nathaniel.

Kevin had been petrified at the time, his involvement with Riko and the Moriyamas still fresh in his head, but he could see the desperation in his eyes. The desperate need to fit in somewhere and he had definitely taken a huge risk with even playing at Millport. So between Kevin and Wymack, they worked something out with the school board to get Neil a scholarship. They had agreed on the terms that Neil go to the FBI and cooperate with them. With his longing to belong, Neil agreed and found the next best thing to playing Exy. Cheering on Exy.

Andrew had not been accepting at first, but with time he had come to tolerate Neil's tendency to be around Kevin and later their relationship. Kevin liked to believe that Andrew was relieved by Neil's ability to calm Kevin down and so he did not have to 'babysit' him all the time. Neil did a great job with taming Kevin in a way that alcohol and Andrew's scathing remarks could never.

"He?" Jack, the striker that Kevin had picked that turned out to be a complete ass hat. Kevin could see Matt and Nicky stiffen in the corner of his eye, Andrew shifting his weight and spinning his racquet in his hands.

"But he is wearing a skirt," Jack's voice was laced with disgust, a tone that he took with everyone but Kevin. Especially with Nicky who was openly gay and Andrew who did not hide his close 'friendship' with one of the soccer players from downstairs. Kevin never hid his relationship with Neil, even though he preached heterosexuality being easier in Pro-Exy life. Neil was too good for that. Kevin wondered how Jack did not know about his boyfriend.

"So?" Allison, surprisingly, came to Neil's defense, her jaw clenched as she stared down the freshman. Neil had discovered once joining the Vixens that he liked wearing skirts and 'pretty things' as Neil called them. The younger man spend so much time around the Foxes and in Kevin's room that the rest of the older Foxes were used to him wearing his pretty things. Neil had actually gained a bunch of older 'siblings' when he was first introduced to the Foxes. Matt and Nicky protected him and took the roles of big brothers and the girls loved shopping and having sleepovers with Neil when Kevin allowed it. The only Foxes that did not show outward affection to Neil were the twins, but Aaron was close to him through Katelyn and Andrew considered him one of them and both would protect him against Jack's slanderous words.

"It isn't right. Imagine what his daddy would think about him now?" Kevin's jaw clenched, tearing his eyes from his boyfriend to glare at the freshman. Riko had 'exposed' Neil's past, not that any of The Butcher's men could touch Neil now, and it seems the freshman was well versed in the rumors. Sheena was shaking her head at Jack's side, her eyes tinged with jealousy as she glared in Neil's direction. Probably because Neil could pull off any outfit better than her.

"Nothing considering he choked on his own blood and is in the coldest circle of hell," Kevin sneered, letting Renee take his racquet from him, she was the safest person to have taken it of the other Foxes. He could hear the door being unbolted, his dad's voice muffled through the glass. Kevin did not turn away from Jack until small, yet strong, arms wrapped around his waist, tugging him back.

"Kev," Neil hummed, sliding around Kevin's body to stand between him and the freshman. It seems that Neil had not yet been acquainted with any of the freshman since the others stared in curiosity while Jack and Sheena stared him down dirtily. Despite the eyes on him though, Neil only had eyes for Kevin, resting his chin on his padded chest to stare up at him.

"Baby," Kevin greeted, glaring at Jack one more time before looking down at his boyfriend, thick arms wrapping around his slim waist, "How was you day?"

"Good until now, I guess," Neil responded, reaching up to stroke the queen tattoo on Kevin's cheek, one of the sure fire way to calm the striker down. Kevin's body sagged slightly releasing out the tension that had been there from before.

"Hi Neil!" Nicky beamed, his stormy face brightening in an attempt to ease the tension. Nicky hated confrontation, but was not afraid to get down and dirty if someone messed with his family or the foxes. Neil remained in Kevin's arms, but turned his head to look at the backliner.

"Hey Nicky, I saw you block on of Dan's shots! Way to go!" Neil smiled happily, his Vixen behavior coming out. Nicky's smile widening further. Kevin could see he longed to move forward and hug Neil, but appreciated that he did not.

"Thank you so much, baby bro! I also love the skirt! And the boots? Like you can step on me and I'd thank you!" Nicky gushed. Neil had on a grey sweater that revealed some of his shoulders and his scars and an orange skirt that went down to his thighs. Kevin was thankful it was not the obnoxious orange he was currently wearing. He also stood about five inches taller with his black over-the-knee boots that looked like they could kill someone and would be hard to walk in. But Neil, like Allison and Dan, did not waver. Neil made to response, but the self-destructive Jack opened his mouth once again.

"Of course the fag would like the wannabe girl." Neil stiffened in time with Kevin, turning around in his arms to stare at the freshman.

"And who are you? A freshman that doesn't know his place?" Neil's voice was leveled, none of the kindness or affection that he used with Kevin or Nicky present.

"Who are you? Some cheerleader groupie that wants to get with Kevin Day?" Jack sneered, Neil's hands clutching Kevin's in warning. The striker pulled his boyfriend against him tightly, also in warning since he knew his boyfriend's temper as much as his own.

"That's Jack, Neil." Aaron informed the Vixen, who made a noise in the back of his throat before a smirk slid on his face.

"Oh, that is who you are then, Jack. Seems to me like you would rather take my spot as Kevin's 'groupie' with the amount of time you spend attempting to suck his dick," Neil's smirk was twisting into the knife sharp smile that belonged to his father and Kevin knew that this would not end pretty. Jack's face flared in anger and the racquet in his hand came up fractionally, setting many things in motion.

Nicky, Allison, and Renee all let out cries as Kevin lifted his boyfriend and turned so he was in between him and Jack, Matt and Dan started shouting and Andrew and Aaron came forward from where they were standing on the outskirts, heading towards Jack. Andrew knocked the racquet out of Jack's hand, standing between Kevin and him, daring him to actually do something.

"Rivers! Get off my court!" Wymack shouted, having seen Jack's motion and would not tolerate it, especially on a Vixen.

"No! This talent less slut comes out during a FOX practice and says shit about me, yet you protect him like he is a god. Perhaps he gets on his knees for all of you," Jack's voice was whiny and cracked at the end, when Kevin abandoned his protective stance to advance on him. Heels clicking sounded after him and Neil once more was between them, Andrew standing near to interfere if need be. Neil placed a hand on his chest, his eyes focused on Jack however.

"You just don't know when to stop do you? Tell you what Jackie, play a quick game with me. Best out of three, see who is the really talent less one. I win, you get to run 20 laps around the stadium. You win, I'll run the laps." The Foxes smirked, knowing damn well that Neil would no trouble running that amount and more. Neil had never had any trouble running and could out run them all. Another reason why Kevin had picked him. Jack looked to consider before agreeing. He did not know that Neil had initially been Kevin's first pick.

"Get your gear then," Jack sneered, baring his teeth at the other Foxes until they left the court. Neil shook his head, making his way towards Kevin and using his boyfriend for balance as he stepped out of his heels, Kevin holding him steady.

"Don't need any gear," Neil hummed, brushing Kevin's tattoo when the striker made a noise of protest.

"I'd like to use your helmet just in case," Neil placated Kevin, both of them knowing that Jack would try to get physical with him, but he would not be fast enough to land a hit and Neil would be winning while he was trying to take him out.

"Of course baby, try not to get too bruised yeah?" Kevin murmured, placing his sweaty helmet onto Neil's head and kissing the 2 on the front of the helmet. Neil was beaming at him, gently taking his racquet from Renee and spinning it in his hands briefly to get a feel for it. Neil did not have a custom racquet of his own, but was pretty good with Kevin's racquet, despite the height difference. Kevin took Neil's heels and his knees socks that he had under the boots and made his way over to the others, bolting the door behind him. The only one on the court were Neil, Jack, and Renee.

"Neil's gonna kick his ass in a skirt," Dan beamed, her face practically smashed against the glass as a barefoot Neil made his way to the middle to wait for Renee to shoot off the ball. Jack's mouth was moving, but Neil's face remained flat under Kevin's helmet.

"The freak is gonna end up in the hospital in five minutes," Sheena voiced her unwanted opinion, the older Foxes smirking as Renee hit the ball into play and Neil body checked Jack out of the way so he could catch it, the freshman staring at him in surprise. Within ten seconds, the goal was lighting up red, Renee pouting slightly that she had not been able to block it.

"You don't understand freshman," Andrew hummed, watching Neil get set up once more, a huffing Jack across from him, facing Renee.

"Kevin hand picked Neil to be a starting striker last year, he chose to be a Vixen instead," Nicky hummed, the romantic lilt to his voice like any time he talked about others' relationships, "Jack would be replaced in a heartbeat if Neil wanted to play," Nicky continued, cheering when Neil used Kevin's racquet to sweep Jack's feet from under him and took eight steps before he twisted his body in a way they only saw when Kevin was on the court. A Raven tactic. The goal lighting up made all the Foxes cheer.

Jack got the next goal, knocking into Neil hard enough to send the Vixen skidding across the floor, a hole forming in the elbow of his sweater that caused Allison to grumble under her breath. Nicky teased Kevin when they caught a flash of lace under Neil's skirt. Neil had been took concerned with checking himself for injuries to get the next goal. Tied up, Jack seemed to be smug as if he had won, but in the end it was Neil who had made the winning shot. Kevin cheered along with the others, watching his boyfriend pant on the court. Andrew nudge his side knowingly.

"Junkie," he hissed, though there was not the usual snark behind it. This was probably the closest that Kevin would get to seeing Andrew affectionate.

"Neil!" Matt was the one to shout this time, causing Kevin's head to shoot up in time to see Jack coming at Neil with the his racquet once more. He was already making for the door when Neil hooked Kevin's racquet with Jack's and twisted it until Jack's racquet went flying across the court. But that did not seem to stop the freshman from coming at the Vixen. Kevin's had just gotten the door open when Jack's shout sounded out. Neil was staring at Renee speechless, the goalkeeper in possession of Kevin's racquet once more and the freshman collapsed on the floor holding his ankle.

Kevin swept his boyfriend up into his arms, yanking the helmet off and cradling him close. He had some bruising from not playing with gear, but seemed overall okay.

"Renee," Wymack's voice was careful as Allison gently tugged the racquet from the rainbow haired girl's hands. Renee looked at Wymack, her lip trembling slightly but otherwise as flat as Andrew's.

"He was going to hurt Neil," her voice gave away the guilt she was feeling and Allison wrapped her in her arms quickly, murmuring to her.

"I know, Reynolds get her changed. Dan go get Abby," The girls all got moving to follow the orders. Wymack then turned to his son and did a quick assessment of Neil to make sure he had no injuries. He liked Neil, the boy was good for Kevin and a good addition to the 'monsters'.

"We'll end practice for today, Rivers is going to need to go to the hospital. Kevin make sure you ice Neil's elbow and none of the 'I'm fine' bullshit. I'll call Nancy to let her know you will be missing practice tomorrow," Neil nodded along with Kevin, burying his face against Kevin's jersey. Kevin carried his boyfriend off the court, Matt having grabbed Kevin's racquet and helmet while Aaron had Neil's shoes and socks.

"I don't think Jackie is going to be running those 20 laps anytime soon," Neil murmured to Kevin, the striker chuckling to himself as he pressed a kiss to Neil's sweaty hair. No one said anything when Neil stripped out with them, Andrew and Kevin shielding most of his body from the curious freshman. No said a thing when Neil came out of the locker room, a clean jersey with Kevin's name and number on it tucked into his skirt and a stiff walk with a smug, yet sated Kevin at his side, hand resting on his hip.

hi! so this is my first attempt at the AFTG fandom! it kind of has taken over my life in the last two months and i regret nothing! there are not enough kevin and neil fics out there so i decided to write one that had been suck in my head for a while! i also have a soulmate and a/b/o one in my head if you guys want to see those? let me know how you guys like this one!

#all for the game #neil josten #kevin day #kevineil #vixen neil #aftg #kevineil fanfic #fanfiction #my writings #scarycis

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how-to-survive-a-factory-tour · 5 years

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How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 5

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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I am so fucking exhausted. And hungry. Well, I always am, but recently I’ve been more so than usual.

For the past few days, a lot of my co-workers have been off for Christmas. This meant little old me had to pick up god knows how many extra shifts. For the past few days, I’ve had to skip out on proper meals, only having a quick snack when I got home.

And, no, by snack, I do not mean the Wonka bar. Still haven’t eaten it. No one has.

Two days after Roman Prince won a ticket, I expect Remy to say the fourth ticket’s been won. You know, since there’s been a pattern of them being found every two days. However, when Remy comes in, he simply orders his drink, chats a bit and leaves. It’s honestly surprising, especially with the tour being in five days.

Anyway, I continue working for the next few hours, praying the tips at the end will be worth it. Then, finally, my manager comes out and dismisses me, but not before dividing my share of the money in the tip jar. I hang up my apron, pull on my hoodie and leave the shop.

If there’s one good thing about being poor in Florida, it’s that you never have to worry about freezing. With winters of 75°F, it doesn’t matter that my thin, patched-up hoodie is the warmest thing I own.

It doesn’t mean the walk home is perfect, however. My stomach’s being as loud as an earthquake. Shut up, will you. Just wait until Mom comes home and hopefully she brings some dinner.

I soon arrive at our little shack, gently opening the front door and stepping inside. “Thomas, I’m home!”

I pause, waiting for my brother to reply. There’s no response. “Thomas? Hello?” Nothing. “Thomathy? Thomas the dank engine?”

Still nothing. I feel my heart rate picking up. Oh god, what if part of the ceiling collapsed on him... o-or the lack of food in the house caught up on him and he starved...

All the worst possibilities come to mind. Thomas is supposed to be here, he always is when I come home. Something’s wrong, he’s hurt, I just know it. I can’t breathe. Everything’s going blurry. My heart’s thudding too hard.

Suddenly, everything’s black.

...

”Virgil! Virgil, wake up!”

I come back to my senses to find myself led on our lumpy couch, and someone leaning over me.

”Th-Thomas...? You’re okay?”

”Virge! Thank god you’re awake! I was so worried... What happened?”

I sit up, Thomas helping me adjust. “I... You weren’t home. I got scared something had happened, and...”

”Panic attack, huh?” Thomas asks. I nod. “I’m really sorry, Virge, I should’ve left a note so you knew I was heading out...”

It was only then I notice a shopping bag at Thomas’ feet. “What’s that?”

Thomas takes a deep breath. “I have a confession. While I have put most of the money you earned for me towards college, I’ve also been saving up for something else.” He reaches down into the bag and pulls out...

”A video camera? What do you need a camera for?”

”I felt bad that you and Mom were doing so much for me but I wasn’t doing anything in return. I’ve wanted to get a job for a while, but I didn’t know how to get one that fit around my school schedule. I decided I needed to do something where I can organise my own hours and I didn’t need to get a whole lot, so I figured maybe...I could do YouTube. I’ve got the camera, and Remy said I could record at his and edit and upload on his computer. Hopefully, I’ll get enough viewers to monetize and get some money to help us, all the while making fun content.”

”Thomas... that is fucking brilliant.”

Thomas smiles. “Thanks. But none of that matters right now. You literally just passed out, you need to get your strength back.” He gets up and leaves the room, heading to the kitchen. A few moments later, he comes back and pushes something into my hand. “Eat.”

I look down at the bar. “I... I can’t.”

”Why not?”

”The money was meant to be for you...”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “It’s okay! It was only a dollar or so for this. You deserve a reward for everything you’ve done for me. Now, open it and eat.”

I sigh, knowing Thomas won’t give in. He can be really stubborn if he needs to be. I start peeling back the wrapper.

HO. LY. SHIT.

GOLD. FUCKING GOLD.

Thomas and I both stare at the ticket. He breaks the silence.

”This is gonna make a great first video.”

I pause before holding it out to him. “You have it.”

”What?! No way in hell! You won it and bought it with your own money. And as I said, you deserve a reward.” Thomas pushes the ticket back into my hands. “Virgil, you’re going to Willy Wonka’s factory.”

”FOURTH TICKET!”

I practically slide into the room upon hearing Emile’s yell. I plop next to him on the sofa and watch the TV screen.

There are three guys there, and I can’t tell which the winner is. One is wearing sunglasses, a white t-shirt, a black jacket, black jeans, and has an arm around the shoulders of the person in the middle.

The one in the middle has brown hair, and is wearing a purple shirt, ripped black skinny jeans and a patched black and purple hoodie. He looks pretty uncomfortable at all the attention.

The third looks identical to the second. He looks more comfortable on camera than who I presume is his twin brother. He was wearing a grey shirt, an old brown jacket, and jeans.

As I watch, they’re revealed to be called Remy Sleep, and Virgil and Thomas Sanders. Virgil’s the one who won the ticket. He seems so shy! Well, I’ll make sure to make him feel welcome during the tour.

Speaking of the tour, Virgil lives in Florida, and in the same town as the Wonka factory! That’s awesome! He’s sooooo lucky. Imagine being able to buy Wonka bars nice and fresh. I bet they’d be even more delicious then.

Oh boy, four out of five tickets have already been won with five days to go! I can’t wait to find out who wins the last one!

It seems my predictions have been proven right yet again. The next ticket was found in Florida. Just the one in Australia left now.

There’s not much else to say about the ticket being won, really. Nothing worth saying. Robert still blames me, so some things never change.

Joan and Talyn have been trying to find a way to hide a camera on my person so they can see the factory for themselves. It’s rather funny to hear their extravagant ideas, though I doubt I’ll try any. They’ll have to settle with my explanation.

They’re going to be coming with me to Florida, though. Of course my family aren’t, but Joan and Talyn didn’t want me to be alone, so got tickets for the flight too.

I totally didn’t beg them to come because I have a fear of flying...

Okay, I watch Air Crash Investigation too much. It’s educational and very intriguing, if slightly anxiety inducing.

But the point is, they’re coming with me. We’re arriving the day before the tour and leaving the day after. Joan and Talyn are going to be heading up to Orlando the day of the tour to go to Universal Studios. They’re going to meet up with me once the tour’s over. Everything’s arranged, and I’ve even written up schedules for us all so no one will be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Some may call it excessive, I call it efficient.

But I digress. The point is I’m fully ready and prepared...

To wipe this in my brother’s face.

Oh, how perfect! An emo nightmare just won the final ticket and is coming with us on the tour! How wonderful!

That was sarcasm, in case you couldn’t tell.

Call me quick to judge, but I’m not too fond of those edgy, melodramatic, dark emo types. They just seem to always bring down the mood. I’d rather my time at the greatest factory in the entire world didn’t be ruined by some moody, angsty, and by the looks of it, very socially awkward guy.

But I guess it’s too late now. He’s got a ticket, he’s going. Fun.

However, lets brush that aside for now. There’s more interesting stuff than ‘Virgil’ or whatever his name was winning a ticket.

The day after I’d won my ticket, my dads were out so I hosted a party at my place to celebrate my victory. It was great. We played spin the bottle and I got to kiss none other than school heartthrob Nate Christopher. It was probably one of the greatest moments of my life. Valerie even took a picture and sent it to me so I could “treasure the moment I could pretend Nate was gay and into me”.

Why are all the best guys straight? Let’s hope I’ll find the one in Florida and he’ll actually be gay, or bi, or pan, or just likes dudes in general.

Anyway, in the middle of the party, I got a call from Pa. He said he and dad had arranged, not just flights and hotels, but a two-week holiday in America. First, a week and two days in Florida, two days in the town with the factory, then the morning after the tour we’ll drive up to Orlando to go to Disney World. Then, we’ll fly up to New York, which is where we’ll spend the rest pf the two weeks, because Dad managed to get us all tickets to see Be More Chill on Broadway! I’m so excited, it’s going to be the best two weeks of my life.

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Tags: @clone-number-1, @pumpkinminette, @i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing

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this-is-big-lady · 6 years

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Swipe Right part 6/10

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, can be found on AO3 here

Hey all! Full time work has been kicking my ass, so this took longer than I would’ve liked, but it’s here now! Also, this is my first time writing a Jewish character talking about their Judaism - please, if I have anything wrong, flick me a polite message or direct me in the way of resources and I will be ever grateful for your kindness.

After passing texts backwards and forwards between him and Jack, Davey found himself at Jack’s apartment in the afternoon of a day not too long after their coffee date. He was ready for his portrait to be drawn, perched on a small stool a couple of arm lengths in front of Jack, who had a little table set up in front of him. The flat surface on top was angled down towards him with a piece of A3 paper laid out, and a collection of pencils, sharpeners, and erasers in his lap. Jack’s phone was propped up on a small shelf behind him. He explained to Davey that he’d record the session so that if he missed anything important, he could go back to it later to draw inspiration from the recording. Jack asked his subject to angle himself slightly to his left on the stool and to relax - Davey was picking at his fingernails, and if he was as tense as he looked, Jack would have a hard time getting information out of him.

Soon the silence between the pair was filled with a gentle scratching sound from the pencil on the paper, and Davey looked around Jack’s apartment. It wasn’t huge, but it was cozy - a typical student place. They were currently in the living room, Jack sitting on a couch with a few stains and rips, and Davey’s stool was purloined from his roommate’s bedroom. Did he really say that his roommate’s name was Spot? Surely Davey wasn’t hearing him correctly. There was a window to his left where the afternoon sun was streaming in, and the curtains appeared a little worse for wear. The shelf behind the couch with Jack’s phone had a few political science textbooks - presumably Spot’s - and the walls were dotted with various drawings and paintings - presumably Jack’s.

Jack could see Davey’s eyes gliding around the room, and while Jack was trying to get a rough outline of Davey and his features, it was a little distracting. So he tried to get him to settle down the only way he knew how, talking.

“So, Davey…” The boy was snapped out of his observations by Jack’s voice, replying with a soft ‘hmm’ sound to show that he was somewhat paying attention. “I’ll ask you what I ask all my subjects. Why’d you join tinder?”

Davey balked a little at the question, slightly surprised at exactly how forward Jack was with it. He rubbed a hand across his face to hide how awkward he was feeling from the artist currently studying his facial features. “I mean, I guess there were a few reasons, if you want a list?”

“Sure,” Jack said flippantly, frustrating Davey slightly with exactly how nonchalant he was with this whole situation. “Well, I guess I was relatively lucky because I have a pretty accepting family, but we’re also Jewish, so there was a bit of a conflict between the Jewish and gay elements of my identity-“

“Lets start there. If your family was accepting, where exactly did that conflict come from?

“We’re Reform Jews, so my family and community didn’t have a problem with me liking boys - my synagogue back home even has a lesbian rabbi - but it’s not uncommon to see people in the media twisting and interpreting holy text to support homophobia.” Davey carded a hand through his hair, tugging at it a little harder than he normally would. Why did he have to start with the topic that hit closest to home? He glanced over at Jack, who had his head down sketching furiously, or maybe he was writing words? All he could do was take a deep breath, drop his hand back into this lap, and carry on.

“And I guess being shown those perspectives every day through social media took a toll, and I probably internalised some of it along the line. That I, to some extent, expect people to do that. And even though I had an amazing support system, knowing that other people out there could use something really important to me as a way to devalue me can really hurt.” Jack’s pencil stopped skidding across the paper, and he looked up to face Davey. His eyes were honest, he was actually listening to what Davey had to say, and he could feel the breath catch in his throat at the end of his sentence.

“But as I got older I saw that my Judaism and being gay didn’t have to be seperate parts of me, they could totally interact - I’m pretty happy to say that I’m a gay Jew now. So I guess by using a dating app, I hoped I wouldn’t be interacting with people trying to pit the two against each other. I mean, I’m yet to meet any antisemitic people on tinder, but you’re also the first person I’ve met on it, so I’m one for one so far.”

Jack let out a little huff of laughter, putting down his pencil, and leaning over his table a little as he made eye contact with Davey. “That’s very true, and thank you for being so honest with me.” Jack’s easy smile was infectious, making Davey’s nerves settle down and allowing a small grin to spread across Davey’s face. “You said you had a whole list, hit me with something else.”

The pencil Jack was holding was being chewed on by its owner as Davey racked his mind for some of the other reasons. “I’m quite introverted, you know? And I guess I never really felt comfortable dating back home. Like I knew almost everyone my age in my area because we went to school together and the idea of dating someone in that tight-knit community just made me… nervous, I suppose. As did approaching someone I didn’t know, kind of a catch-22 I guess.” Jack chuckled softly at Davey’s involuntary shiver as he talked about his discomfort. It was pretty cute, if Jack was to be honest. “So I would rather be able to chat with new people with some slight veil of anonymity and see if I’d actually like to talk with them in person. Being able to connect with people from the comfort of my phone before actually meeting them makes me far more content with the idea of dating. Just… talking to people is scary.”

Davey ducked his head a little, staring at his hands in his lap. He knew it was silly: here he was, talking to a guy he met of tinder about why he was scared to talk to guys. He found the dirt buried under his fingernail very fascinating to pick at until Jack brought him back to his attention with a gentle repetition of his name. “I totally get it, Davey. Why do you think I ask people to sit for these drawings on the internet, rather than approaching people on the street? It’s easier, I understand. You ain’t got nothing to be ashamed of with me.” A small smile spread across Davey’s face, which eased Jack’s mind in knowing that he was being of some sort of help to his subject. And gave him enough courage to ask a niggling question at the back of his mind. “So then why did you choose to meet up with me, Davey?”

Davey’s eyes locked with his, and muttered a barely audible sentence that caused Jack’s heart to start hammering: “I just knew I had to meet you.”

A few moments of silence passed as both boys processed the implications of that sentence. Was it some of of simple attraction, love-at-first-sight kind of phenomenon? Or could there have been a more heavy spark between the two, an intangible sense of feeling what was to come, and the resultant revelation in hindsight? Neither party could say. But they enjoyed toying with the possibilities.

Davey had had enough time in the spotlight, it was his turn to spin this onto the artist. “So Jack,” he began, “why did you join Tinder?”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at Davey’s change in tact, he was too smart to just let this whole session be about him. But Jack still needed to get a sketch done, so he gave Davey the abridged version. “Well, I’m bisexual, and I liked Tinder because it meant I could put it flat out in my profile and didn’t have to deal with coming out to people. And it meant I could see both men and women together, it just made life easier.” Jack’s gaze drifted down from Davey’s actual face in front of him to the sketch of Davey’s face lying on the table, meaning he missed Davey’s excited smile at hearing Jack was definitely into guys. Jack shrugged as he continued, “And I mean it’s good for casual sex, but I’ve met some pretty cool people on there too… Some that I hope that I could consider a friend.” Jack knew that already thinking of Davey as someone that he could get close to after only a few days was dangerous, but he didn’t really mind. There was something about Davey being reserved but so willing to be open with him that pulled Jack in, and he wanted to know more about the guy whose profile made him genuinely intrigued about the person behind it.

Quickly leaning towards Jack, Davey simply answered Jack’s sentence with, “Me too, Jack. Me too.”

The pair fell into silence as Jack finished off the portrait of Davey, but they asked questions of the other when they popped into their heads. As it turned out, Davey hadn’t been to a service since moving to college - he’d yet to find a synagogue that was both close enough to his apartment and that he felt comfortable in. Jack was adopted by a local theatre artist after his parents died in a car crash when he was 7, and his roommate Spot (his correct name, another shock for Davey) is his adoptive brother too. Davey considered taking a gap year to England before college. Jack dyed his hair blonde for a year in high school, but stopped after he burnt it all off one morning when retouching his roots while hungover.

When Jack’s pencil finally stopped scratching across the pencil, the sun that was stretching across the floor had disappeared behind an adjacent building and Davey could feel his bones stiffening from sitting upright on the stool for hours on end. Jack leaned back into the couch, sighing with a hint of laughter in his voice. “I’m done, ol’ Davey boy!”

Davey just groaned, leaning forward to push himself up to standing, hearing a couple of joints click as he did so. He could help but wonder exactly how Spot could ever want to use that stool for more than chucking dirty clothes on top of it. Davey took a step towards Jack, asking if he could see the drawing. Jack snatched the paper off the table and gently help it facing towards his chest, insisting that he couldn’t see it until it was done. After a bit of moaning and whining on Davey’s part (he just wanted to see how Jack saw him, was that such a crime?), his stomach decided to let out a rather loud growl. Realising that they both skipped dinner because of the portrait sitting, Davey took that as his cue to say goodnight to Jack and to go find some food for himself.

Jack walked him to the door, and leaned against the door frame to say goodbye. He quickly reached out to brush his hand against Davey’s wrist, both boys staring down at the point of contact between the two of them. It didn’t feel like sparks, or electricity between the two of them, but more like a comfortable warmth. Like when you’re leaning against a sunny window in summer, or like slipping into a item of clothing after it’s just come out of the drier. It just felt right.

“Thanks for doing a sitting and being so honest with me, Davey. I, uh, really enjoyed it.” Jack’s eyes were still cast downwards in an attempt to hide his blush. Being honest with his emotions always scared Jack a little, while Davey thought it was incredibly endearing. The taller moved shifted his arm so he gently held Jack’s forearm, insisting that he had an equally great time, and couldn’t wait until he saw the finished product. Davey dropped his hand from Jack’s arm, turning towards the door and reaching towards the doorknob, but froze before he could turn it.

Because Jack’s placed a very soft kiss on Davey’s cheek. It was light, gentle, and barely there, and yet it was. As soon as Davey felt the pressure on his cheek, it was gone, but the way his heart soared was unmistakable. He turned with a stunned expression towards Jack, with whom he locked eyes in an instant.

“Text me when you get home safe,” he insisted, his eyes displaying an honestly and vulnerability that made Davey melt. Not trusting his voice to not betray him, Davey just smiled and nodded, before slipping out onto the doorstep and closing the door behind him.

#tinder au #Javid #javid fanfiction #davey jacobs #Jack Kelly #jack x david #jack x davey #newsies fanfiction

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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Small Creatures

Part 5

After leaving our apartment to clear my head, I texted Dev and Nami and asked where they were and what they were up to.

D: At Nami’s place while I mourn the loss of yet another relationship.

N: Guys suck.

A: Excuse you.

N: Except you.

A: Better. Mind if I come over? I’m having issues and I need some big sisterly advice.

D: Relationship troubles? You and Spencer okay? Please tell me you are. You’re my only hope for love.

A: No pressure, Dev. We are okay…it’s really complicated. I’ll be there in a few.

Four years older than I was, at the age of 33, both Dev and Nami were single. Nami was bisexual and had recently gotten out of a relationship; she was intent on spending time by herself before moving on. Dev was also single, apparently. She tended to fall for the worst kind of guys; either ones that didn’t deserve her, or the traditional kind like my father was – and she couldn’t deal with that either.

As I entered the apartment, I said nothing; I just embraced my sisters. They always gave great hugs and I really fucking needed one right now. “What happened?” Dev asked.

I sat down on the barstool in front of Nami’s kitchen counter. She was making a quick pot of pasta, so she pulled out three bowls so we could eat. “Where do I even start?”

“I would suggest the beginning.” Nami winked.

I huffed and cut my eyes at her. “You were always were a smartass. Both of you were.”

“Still are,” Dev laughed. “Now spill.”

“Okay, I’m going to ramble. Kind of like Spencer, so here it goes. Spencer and I had not been able to spend a ton of time together, so the other day, we snuck down into the file room at work for a little kissing. A little kissing turned into some heavy making out and Morgan walked in on us.”

“Oh no!” Nami exclaimed. She interrupted my stride. “Is he threatening to tell everyone at work?”

Waving my finger in front of her lips, I said no. “Worse. It turns out that Morgan, my best friend, is bisexual and has been in love with my boyfriend since before I even started at the BAU.”

My sisters’ mouths dropped open. “Yea. Exactly.”

“Did you and Spencer have a fight?” Dev asked.

I shook my head and inhaled hard. “No, Spence and I are fine-ish. Right now, it’s more Morgan and I that I’m worried about. He’s been my best friend forever and he’s in love with the man I want to marry…like…what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

Apparently, I had never expressed wanting to marry Spencer in front of my sisters before, so I had to get them to stop freaking out about the fact that their baby brother was going to be the first of three of them to get married. “Have you talked to Morgan?” Nami asked, placing pasta in three separate bowls and passing them out to us. “What did he say?”

“He said he still wants to be friends but that he wanted me to leave his apartment before because he needed to think. He also almost slipped and said he hated me.” A tear stung at the corner of my eye. I can’t believe Morgan hated me, or that he even thought he could. It killed me. “And then I asked Spencer whether he ever had feelings for Morgan, and he said he did.”

“Had, though?” Dev wondered. “Not anymore.”

“No. He said that he used to, but that he loves me. But what if he decides that he wants to explore things with Morgan and leaves me?”

Nami and Dev came right up behind me and smacked the back of my head. “Ow! What the fuck!? Older sisters suck.”

“Did you listen to your boyfriend?” Nami yelled. “He says he loves you. You’re a fucking profiler. Was he lying when he said that?”

“No, but feelings change.” The tears welled up and then started streaming downward as I stared off into the distance. All went silent. Even more than profilers, family knew when something was wrong. My sisters knew what I was thinking.

Dev put her bowl of pasta down and came around toward the side to the side of the counter I was sitting on to wrap her arms around me. “You thinking about Dad?”

“How could I not be? Dad was proud of me until he found out I was gay. Even once he started to think it, he hated me. Feelings change. Maybe Spencer will come to resent me because he never got the chance to see how things would work with Morgan. Maybe Morgan will decide that he can’t be my friend anymore because he’s head over heels in love with the man I love. I have no idea, and that scares the shit out of me. You know I’ve always been comfortable with who I am, but who I am caused my father to hate me, and now I’m afraid that the man in love with Spencer, who I am, is going to cause Morgan to leave me too.”

Sobs crept up into my throat, barely choked back as I cried into Dev’s shoulder. Nami came around by me too to place her hand on my back. They had overheard the same conversation I had heard all those years ago; they knew how he was, and what it did to me despite the brave face that I put on 99 percent of the time.

“It’s not natural!” My father bellowed at the room across from my mother with no knowledge that I was hiding just behind the wall of my parent’s bedroom and not outside playing with my sisters. “Boys are not supposed to look at other boys the way Atim looks at Divit! It’s disgusting and I won’t have it!” Divit was my best friend; I’d always liked him. I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted to be around him all the time. Dad hadn’t ever really loved me, but hearing him call me disgusting stung. Why did it matter if I thought Divit was beautiful?

In all my ten years, Mama never raised her voice to father, but I heard her cross the floor. “He is your son! Who cares if he likes boys? First of all, he’s only ten years old – nothing is going to happen, girl or boy, for years. Second, why does it matter to you who your son, or the girls for that matter, bed in the future? They are your children!” Her voice was shrill; it was so unlike her. Mama’s voice was warm and syrupy.

Father got in close to her. I could tell because I moved from the wall behind their bedroom into the slightly open doorway. Through the crack in the door, I could see him right up in her face. “Devalekha and Namita will marry good Indian boys when they get older, and Atim will be married to a girl if I have anything to do about it. Do you know what people will say? What people will think if they see Atim doing those disgusting things with a man? I won’t have it.”

Mama’s eyes were full of fire. Again, it was like nothing I had ever seen in my 10 years on this earth. “No. You won’t.” She spoke calmly, evenly, in direct contrast to the inferno in her eyes. “You won’t have it at all.” She smiled. I think I would remember that smile.

Spinning around on her heels, she walked toward her dresser and started grabbing some of her jewelry; it was the good kind, the sentimental stuff she’d inherited from her family. My mama and father had fought many times before, normally about me, but this time something was different. “Where are you going?” My father asked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing what I should have done the second I saw the disgust in your eyes when he held that boy’s hand in his kindergarten class. You won’t have to deal with any of that, because you will be dealing without me, your daughters, and your son. I’m taking the children and leaving,” she spat.

Father laughed. “Where will you go with three children to take care of?”

“I’ll take them to the United States. Start over. Away from you and your hatred. They don’t deserve to grow up with someone like you.”

He smiled again. I think I’d remember that one too. “You may have a higher degree here, but that won’t do you any good over there.”

“I’ll work my way up. I’ll do whatever I have to do, because Dev, Nami and Atim are the only people that matter to me anymore. You are nothing more than a speck of dirt under my shoe.” Father attempted to step toward Mama. I was afraid he was going to hit her, but she picked up a hairpiece that had a sharp edge and held it out toward his neck. “Touch me or the children and you will be sorry, Rajas.”

Father must’ve have been too stunned to say anything because he froze in place, much like I did back at my place near the wall outside their room while Mama stormed out and grabbed bags to pack up.

My father hated me because I liked a boy. Mama left him because I liked a boy. Why did it matter?

From the time we left India to come to the United States, Mama told me that you couldn’t help who you loved, so I’d always put on a brave face and been proud of who I was. It still hurt though. Knowing that my father hated me because I liked men. That knowledge still hurt me if I allowed myself to think about it.

And now Morgan couldn’t look at me for who I was. Not being gay, thank the gods, but because of the man I loved. Once again, I could lose someone close to me because of who I was, and that thought crushed me.

After I cried for who knows how long, Dev grabbed the sides of my face and pinched my cheeks like she used to; I kind of wanted to kill her for that. “I understand you’re scared of losing Morgan and Spencer, but there is a very big difference between them and father.”

“What’s that?”

“Father was always and forever shall be an asshole,” she said with a laugh. “Father only ever cared about what people thought of him. He never cared about me, or Nami, or you, or Mama; he cared about what we could do for his image. Morgan and Spencer have been good men from the start.”

I was starting to feel a bit sick to my stomach and Nami could tell. Apparently, I must’ve looked a little green, which made sense considering I hadn’t eaten much today. I shoved the rest of the pasta into my face while I tried to compose myself. “Look,” Nami said softly. “When it comes to Spencer, you need to think of it this way. Has he ever given you a reason to distrust him?”

Never. I shook my head. “Then when he says he loves you and not Morgan, you need to trust him if you want this relationship to work. I truly believe that he loves you and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Frankly, I wish I’d found him before you.”

“Too bad,” I laughed. “He’s mine.”

Dev smacked me on the back and kissed my temple. “When it comes to Morgan, you need to give him space. This can’t be easy for him. I’m assuming he never said anything to Spencer because of how you two grew up. The area we lived in?”

“Yea. He was afraid of what people would say. He claimed he never had my courage – to be who he was.”

Both my sisters cursed the ignorance and stupidity of people who gave two craps who someone else slept with. “But this can’t be easy for him, so talk to him one more time. Tell him that you understand where he’s coming from and that you and Spencer will give him the space he needs to work through whatever he needs to work through. Let him know you don’t want to lose him, and that considering you all work together, things will remain professional. From there, you have to hope for the best. Morgan’s a good man though. I think he just needs time.”

“I guess you’re right. Why do you two always have to be right?”

“Because we’re the older sisters,” Nami said. “Duh.”

“No one says ‘duh’ anymore, Nami.”

“Don’t care.”

After finishing up our pasta, the three of us split a couple pints of Ben and Jerry’s straight out of the containers while we caught up on the rest of our lives. Dev’s most recent boyfriend decided to say now that he never wanted to get married or have kids, something Dev wanted for herself, so that was the end of that. Nami on the other hand was ready to put herself out there again after three months solo. “Text us and let us know how it goes, okay?”

“Duh,” I chuckled.

On the way back home, I called Spencer and put the phone on speaker. “Hey babe. How are you?”

“I’m as okay as can be expected, I guess. How are Dev and Nami?”

“Good, single but good. I’ll explain later. I’m on my way home now. I just wanted to let you know that I trust you when you say that you love me and you don’t want to be with Morgan. I love you too much not to trust you.”

“I love you, too. We’re going to figure this out. Somehow. I don’t want to lose Morgan either.”

They were best friends. Their lives had literally been in each other’s hands many times before I joined the BAU. “I know you don’t. Let’s talk when I get home.”

“Sounds good. Love you, Ati.” He only called me that when he was feeling especially vulnerable

“I love you too…somehow, some fucking way, we’re going to figure the rest of this out.”

@coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @stunudo @ragweed98 @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @imagicana @ssajenniferjareau @criminal-navy-writings @killerwithashotgun @ultrarebelheart @the-slytherin-ice-queen @reiding-and-writing @bestfluteninja

#spencer reid x oc #spencer reid #derek morgan #atim matajan #dontshootmespence #small creatures

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lesbostomping · 7 years

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Iwaoi fic rec masterlist

★ for smut

♥ for all time favorite

3.5 millimeters by peralta (they unfortunately deleted their account, so i can’t link them)

There are certain rules of relationships, Oikawa insists: you have to at least pretend to study before making out; the taller one is the big spoon; and a disastrous but adorable first date is a must.

But Iwaizumi maintains that all he can do is (a) pretend like his heart isn’t beating so hard it hurts, and (b) find as many opportune moments to kiss his boyfriend as possible.

There are, after all, no guides for how the hell you’re supposed to handle being in love with your best friend.

★ Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s Grand Adventures, a series by dgalerab

aka ‘a tragic look at Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s weirdest kinks’

anesthetic truth by Aetherdrive

Iwaizumi wakes up after getting his appendix removed, and the anesthesia leads to an interesting conversation.

By the Time You’re Eighteen by ricekrispyjoints

‘“I’m sure I could find someone who’d be willing to kiss you if you’re just looking for the experience,” Oikawa mentions, and Iwaizumi’s not sure if he’s being serious, and he’s even less sure why he feels inclined to take Oikawa up on the offer. “Tell you what,” Oikawa continues. “If you still haven’t been kissed by the time you’re, say, eighteen, /I’ll/ kiss you.” “In your dreams, asshole,” Iwaizumi groans. But he really does want to know what it’s like. He needs to find someone to kiss before he’s eighteen.’

Or: Oikawa and Iwaizumi's adventures in dating, kissing, and birthday gifts.

★ Conquering the Great King by SuggestiveScribe

‘Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"’

Dance with me by Frenchibi

"...you really liked her, huh?" Tooru bites his lip. "...I- I liked the idea of her," he says finally, and he can't meet Hajime's gaze anymore. "Didn't know her well enough to like her." Ah, but Hajime can tell his pride is hurt. Cheering him up when he’s like this requires- An idea crosses his mind, and before he can dismiss it or think better of it, he acts. "Wanna dance?"

★ Either Way by Ellessey

'After Oikawa had stopped choking on chocolate and cleaned his face, he apologized sincerely to Iwa-chan, who then apologized for hitting him (but not for the truffle, understandably), and once that was settled they both swore never to complicate their lives by accepting a girl’s confession. It was a promise that was never very difficult not to break.

So, immediately after their high school graduation ceremony is the second time, officially, that Iwa-chan is driven to make Oikawa shut his mouth.'

Five times Iwa-chan makes Oikawa shut up, and one time he asks him not to stop talking.

♥ He is Light by peppermint_wind

‘Three glasses of eggnog poured too strong, and Oikawa has wrapped himself in Christmas lights.’

I Choose You by TripsH

‘There's a tiny clock on his wrist, bright red numbers. It's supposed to tick, supposed to move, supposed to tell him when he'll meet his soulmate. The time will run to zero when they've met, moving numbers will become stationary—the ticking that signified uncertainty transforming to the silent stability of forever.

Iwaizumi Hajime's clock hasn't ticked for as long as he can remember.’

I Know The Sound (Of Your Heartbeat) by Frenchibi

‘Oikawa tenses a little beside him, and it's like everyone is holding their breaths in giddy excitement as she twists the bottle around and spins it - and when it stops, all eyes shift to where it's pointing.

Hajime blinks. "...are you fucking serious."’

drunk off his ass he forgets everything by coffeeless

‘Oikawa just stares, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. Tooru then bites his lips nervously, hiccuping, and asks,” Are you single?”

Iwaizumi laughs and leans closer to him. “No, I’m sorry. I’m dating a very drunk dork.” He says, and before that can register in Oikawa’s very drunk mind, Hanamaki pipes up.

“He’s actually dating you, Oikawa.” He says, and Tooru looks over at him slowly, frowning slightly.

"Wha?"’

or,

Makki and Mattsun get Oikawa so drunk that he doesn't recognize anyone, not even his own boyfriend. Iwaizumi decides to play along for the fun of it.

♥ 30-day HQ Writing Challenge: Iwaoi by emerald1963

i wanna ruin our friendship by roseknight

‘Oikawa can't pretend he doesn't know what he's feeling. He's far too accustomed to jealousy for that. But there's no reason to feel such intense jealousy towards two guys he doesn't even know, that he just happened to catch kissing.

No reason he can accept.’

In which a single confession letter unravels Oikawa's control over his life and forces him to realize he wants something besides friendship from Iwaizumi.

♥ If I Can’t Be Yours by emerald1963 and latenights

‘If Oikawa had to rate himself, he’d say he’s been doing incredibly well at this whole my-best-friend-I’m-in-love-with-is-leaving-me-for-a-girl-and-I’ll-never-be-happy-again thing.’

if I fell in love with you by iwaoidk

‘Oikawa nodded, eyes on the ceiling, lips loose in thought. "Mmm. Okay, Iwa-chan. I love you."

"I love you too," came the answer, smooth and easy like breathing.

And then they froze.’

♥ It’s Not Love, Probably by starlitcities

‘“No, I mean we really weren’t doing anything,” Oikawa whips around, “I haven’t even kissed her yet.”

Iwaizumi pushes the locker shut and looks down at his t-shirt, picking at a loose string dangling from the hem. If he tugs too hard, it’ll just ruin the stitching, so he decides to leave it alone. Right now he might rip the damn thing off.

“And I said it doesn’t matter. Why are you talkative all of the sudden?”

“Someone sounds annoyed,” Oikawa mumbles.

“No, I just…” Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. Why is he annoyed? That Oikawa is talking about his girlfriend? That he saw them under the stairwell looking both guilty and flustered? That he might not know everything about his childhood best friend?

He can’t say yes to any of those questions. He can’t quite say no, either.’

★ I’ve Been Missing You For A Long Time by CutesyMe

‘“I bet you can’t go a week without touching Iwaizumi,“ Matsukawa challenges with a grin.

Iwaizumi sighs inwardly and is about to speak up when Oikawa suddenly says determined. “Of course I can.“

Iwaizumi stares at him dumbfounded, noticing the scrunch on Oikawa‘s nose and the slight pout of his lips. It’s too late now.’

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) by ricekrispyjoints

"I'm not healing like I should be."

In his second year of university, physical therapy just isn't cutting it. Oikawa's knee is getting worse, and he can't hide it anymore.

Or: the light angst, project-your-own-life-experiences-on-Oikawa knee surgery fic you didn't know you wanted.

♥ ★ Move Your Body by IncessantOblivion

In which Iwaizumi comes out and Oikawa has a great idea and subsequently questions his own sexuality with surprising results...

“Are we really doing this, Trashykawa?” “Why shouldn’t we, Iwa-chan?” “Maybe because it’s a terrible idea.” “That’s not what you said last night.” “I was drunk last night. You can’t hold me to that.” “So I should forget that you said you’re gay?” “No. Why do you think I got drunk in the first place?” “Then we’re really doing this, Iwa-chan.” “It’s great that you’re being so supportive and all, but this is just unnecessary.”

no room for pretend by orphan_account

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says again, quieter. When Iwaizumi turns his head back around, Oikawa isn’t even looking at him anymore, fixated on the frayed threads of their cushion. He looks up after a moment and smiles faintly. “Please be my fake boyfriend.”

Only The Best (Most Hideous) Will Do by SuggestiveScribe

‘He found himself biting into his bottom lip and thinking, "But is this ugly enough?" ‘

Only the jellyfish know by peralta

Their third and final year at Aoba Jousai has come to an end, and the guys decide to go the beach on the first day of summer break.

That day, the ocean water is salty, the watermelon is sweet, and the people are sweeter.

♥ Stay With Me by peppermint_wind

Since they were kids, Oikawa has always needed reassurance that Hajime would stay. It's not until they're older that Hajime realizes he never wants to leave.

Alternately titled: Three Times Oikawa Asks Hajime to Stay, and One Time He Doesn't Have To

♥ take shelter by gabstar

Hajime's always loved Tooru. He's just always been prepared to let him go.

((Three times Hajime thinks he'll be left behind, and once where he finally catches up))

♥ Thinking by snoqualmie

‘The furoshiki that Oikawa wraps his bento with is the same baby pink as his PSP and covered in little white flowers. Oikawa always eats rice with his fingers. Iwaizumi’s never had a blowjob.’

to be first, to be best by kittebasu (chanyeol)

‘Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?” ‘

we shine like diamonds by whitemiists

‘Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."’

we’re still the same by PotatoButt

‘It was a realization that could be compared to clouds clearing after a storm, revealing the sun.

Hajime was in love with the prince.’

What would you do (if I told you that I la, la, la, loved you?) by Frenchibi

5 IwaOi moments as seen by Hanamaki and Matsukawa ... +1 moment of revenge :'D

When You Wish Upon a Star by emerald1963

Hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all Oikawa’s fault.

Oikawa blames the aliens.

The Iwaoi body swap fic that this fandom needs, if not the one it deserves.

We’ll thake the best parts of ourselves and make them gold by Frenchibi and thunderingskies

‘He remembers running through fields of gold, remembers laughter and stories, shared and discarded in equal parts in days that seemed endless, in limitless hope and wide-eyed wonder, in excitement and opportunities. He remembers wooden swords and shields, carved carefully by a man he loved like his own father - gifts that fueled dreams. But most of all, he remembers warmth - and a face, clear as day, to go with the feeling of a hand holding his. A face, a grin, toothy and wide, freckles like stars. “When I grow up, I’m going to be a knight!” ‘

♥ ★ Hold You Down by IncessantOblivion

In which Oikawa Tooru is a prince and Iwaizumi Hajime is his knight...

‘ "I want…I want…” Oikawa opened his eyes and for once Iwaizumi wished he couldn’t read them so well. 'You. I want you,' they said.

Iwaizumi couldn’t let Oikawa say it for real, he couldn’t. It would destroy him. So he crashed his lips against Oikawa’s, silencing him, consoling him. “I know,” he whispered once they finally parted.

He didn’t need to say that it didn’t matter what Oikawa wanted – what either of them wanted. They both knew already.’

Look to the sky by Frenchibi

‘There’s the soft rustling sound of Tooru pocketing his wallet - Hajime knows, because he’s got this ridiculous keychain on the zipper and it rattles, Hajime knows because he’s the one who got him that keychain - and then the door opens. And shuts. And he’s gone.’

#iwaoi #fic rec #fanfiction #recommendation #haikyuu #gay ships

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worldcakecakecake · 7 years

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Office Sweet

In which Ludwig, the boss of a designing firm, falls in love with his newly hired intern.

This idea was requested by @helenlee2000 who wanted a short story about Ludwig having a designing firm, Feliciano works for him and they fall in love. I don’t know how a designing form truly works like, so there might be inaccuracies about that. Although a short story was requested…I created 4-5 chapters cause ideas just came. Will update weekly for now, but once done with the draft (Only sentences away from finishing right now), bi-weekly updates. I really hope you enjoy this new venture!

Chapter 1

“What is this?” Ludwig asked, only tapping the file with his pen, uninterested enough to not even open it.

“All the information regarding my brother’s eligibility for an internship here. His resume is there, along with pictures of his past works and his pages.”

Ludwig, curious, finally opened the file, reading quickly through his resume, which showed no experience but past volunteering to two art museums in Italy and fluency in Italian, English and German, which he admitted was rather impressive. Then there were the pictures, some interior designs he surely worked himself in his own home or friend’s. Good perception of color, order, creativity, an inclusion of paintings, statues and objects that he made himself, all to fit the theme the person asked or he himself wanted. Ludwig nodded to everything fascinated, taking his time with each of the pictures to analyze, to inspect, which Lovino hoped was a good sign.

“I admit, it all looks promising, but I made it clear to you that we don’t have any positions for an intern. I can’t just open up space for him.”

“You don’t have to give him a position. Get him to bring us coffee in the morning, organize our archives, tend at the entrance, help with delivery or as assistant to projects. He doesn’t need anything big, he just wants the experience. He’ll only be here for a couple of months and then he’s off to Italy and I promise not to mention him ever again and we can go on with our usual business,” he promised with his ever present variety of hand motions to try and hide his desperation, but Ludwig knew, he had worked enough years with Lovino Valenti to know.

He sighed, gazing to all the potential in his hands that would serve well to add in the firm. But to add him when they were already so full of personnel, when he wasn’t sure if they even had enough money to pay him.

“This is a small company, Valenti. We haven’t been open for as long as others. We’ve never even had an intern before. Are you sure his time here could serve as good experience?”

“My brother has checked, and yes, it would be enough, and hey, first time for everything right, might give this place more name,” he tried to convince, leaning his hands unto his desk, making himself too familiar and Ludwig didn’t know how to voice his distaste about it. He turned away and looked down to some other files, mostly the expenses, trying to organize how he could make this work.

“If I do accept your brother, I’ll have to pay him the minimum wage.”

“He’s prepared for that.”

All he cared about was a temporary position.

“Is he here in New Jersey?”

“Been so for a week."

“Can he come for an interview tomorrow morning?”

“Absolutely."

“Very well then. I expect him here at nine o clock sharp,” he pointed commandingly, knowing how common it was for Lovino to arrive late, expecting the same behavior from any other Valenti.

“I’ll make sure of it.” And he turned away without another word, another expression, out the door and into the halls of the company to his own studio. He was supposed to be working on the arches and ceiling for that Danish guy’s house.

Lovino did well to awake Feliciano earlier. He took a century getting ready. He wore one of those branded suit jackets that he barely took out from his closet, he was even surprised he brought it over from Italy, with a crisp light blue shirt underneath, nice white pants and shoes, his curled hair combed to the best he could and his smile an always necessity that added well to his image. A charming man that had many of the passerbies of the street fawning and tripping, it didn’t help that Feliciano would smile to them so easily, even wave like they were all long friends.

“Could you stop and just come inside,” Lovino scolded, locking the small car with a beep, heading inside without any ounce of patience for his more cheerful and slow brother.

Feliciano didn’t move from his waves to a jogger until he noticed Lovino gone. He rushed inside to find him, remaining constantly by his side, following down the halls of the old building. He made sure the plate he had brought was foiled well, not an ounce of warm air to escape.

“Do you think everyone is going to like the muffins?”

“I still think you shouldn’t have done that, it’s not going to win you any favors, but sure, people here would eat anything,” he rolled his eyes, finally entering his own studio where his group for the latest project was waiting.

Tino and Haris were by the table ordering some tools, Michelle munching on some last minute breakfast, Antonio and Natalia going over the large plans where they decided everything.

“Ah! Amado mio!” Of course Antonio would welcome first, throw apart the plans to leave Natalia alone with it in her grimace.

He took Lovino’s waist, bringing him to a spin despite how the other tried to escape. “As dashing as every morning. I could kiss every inch of you right now and-” a harsh nudge of Lovino’s thighs against his groin was enough to set him free, move Antonio aside as if he wasn’t even there, addressing instead the rest of the group.

“Feliciano, you know Antonio."

“Ciao, Antonio,” Feliciano greeted the other with his familiar wave, concerned and hoping he was okay.

“Hey,” Antonio groaned, still trying to relieve himself.

“Guys, this is my brother, Feliciano. He’s here for an interview for an internship position,” he quickly introduced, Feliciano waving to all of them gladly and with a big smile.

“Wow, you both have the same curls, gives away to you two being clearly related,” Tino commented, much to Lovino’s annoyance.

“He’s adorable,” Michelle complimented, having Feliciano blush.

“It’s nice to have you here, Feliciano. Your brother talks often of you,” Haris welcomed.

“Yeah, he was extremely persuasive with trying to get you that interview with our boss. I wish you luck, you’re going to need it. He’s not exactly a walk through a calm pasture,” Natalia warned.

“It’s so nice to meet all of you, and I’m sure it won’t be that bad. If he decided to even give me an interview, I’m sure he would be willing. I brought muffins,” he presented.

“Oh, sweet!” Tino immediately went to serve his craving.

Feliciano moved the foil aside, revealing plenty for all of them to take, each getting one and indulging in the lemon taste.

“These are amazing!” Michelle announced as she quickly finished hers, having to hold herself from taking another.

“Mmm, definitely,” Antonio complimented as well, slowly getting over the pain in his groin.

A sudden clang resounded through all the halls and those who had been long enough in the company knew well what it meant.

“Welp, Ludwig’s here, come on Haris, we have to bring him the material expenses,” Tino suggested, already moving along, Haris behind him with all the receipts.

“Wait, hold up, first of all, he has my brother’s interview. I don’t need him stressed for this. Come on, Feliciano,” he ushered, heading out into the hall, just as several others from different groups, turning it to the liveliness Feliciano hadn’t seen it in when he arrived. It was rather amazing, but of course, they all came out wanting their meeting with Ludwig with whatever it was that they needed or had to show him. It annoyed him. He just arrived and was still managing with the lock of his office door.

“Sir, about that party-”

“We need a new set of light bulbs."

“Mr. Granger’s complains arrived.”

“The table in the Schultz room hasn't been changed yet.”

“The Prestons want that living room done by-”

“Halt die Klappe,” he shouted with strong menace, his composure somehow managing a firing command that stilled the whole hall into immediate silence.

“You all know that if you want to speak to me, you have to wait in front of my office and I shall attend each of you one by one. Please, organize between yourselves your turns. Lovino, has your brother arrived?” He immediately told and asked, just finishing with the last of the lock, the door now free to be opened.

“He’s right here!” Lovino quickly interjected, waving and trying to make themselves seen somehow between the crowds. With the urgency and hoping that this interview would be over soon so all could have their meeting with their boss, they made way for them to come at front and for Ludwig’s eyes to settle on this aspiring member for the first time.

He was dressed to perfection, proud curls, elegant smile, shinning and bountiful eyes, a stride in his step as he moved forward, slowed in Ludwig’s impressed mind…adding along with a golden glow, with haze, stilling him with a stare that widened with each movement forward, wishing he could respond to those eyes, that smile, but all he could think to himself was…hehehe, pretty boy, like a useless gay fool.

He broke whatever harmonious heavenly chants by looking away, scolding himself and heading inside, ushering with a quick wave for him to come.

“You got this,” was the only thing Lovino wished his brother before he pushed him forward, letting him disappear with a harshened crash of the door into the office.

“You have to excuse my staff, my office and my lateness,” Ludwig apologized as he reached his own chair.

Feliciano gazed to the clock, it was only nine o’ one, then to the office, completely organized but only a couple of papers out of place, but to Ludwig it was already a mess he could not take. Feliciano shrugged and took one of the pointed chairs before the desk, taking his most straight sitting.

“All right, we may begin. Now I read in your resume that-”

“Oh, before that! I brought you something.” That’s when he took out the tin foil and placed the plate with muffins on Ludwig’s desk, close for him to reach. Ludwig glared but Feliciano remained as vibrant, proud himself of the kind thing he did if disrespectful, wrong or would even cost him this position.

“I made them myself. They’re lemon flavored with a hint of vanilla cream. Just thought it would be nice since it’s breakfast time. I don’t know if what you had in your home was enough, so I figured I would bring these to keep you energized for the rest of the day.”

This did not change Ludwig’s expression. He kept on staring from the pastries to Feliciano, wondering if this could be some kind of joke, if something would falter in that smile or in that glow with his entire being.

He settled with just starting the interview.

Lovino waited for about forty minutes, ignorant of the groups huddling and deciding on how they should take turns talking to Ludwig. He was too busy worrying over his brother, over what he could say. He knew how dimwitted and naïve he could be. What if he said something that utterly pissed Ludwig? What if he accidentally revealed that one time he fell and made a hole in Signora Mazza’s living room? What if he talked on about utter bullshit? Ugh, the anxiety was killing him. He shouldn’t be freaking out about like this for his younger brother. It was his life. If he brought himself into trouble than it was his fault. He had to stop and think: Feliciano was exceptionally kind and friendly, a bubbly personality that everyone connected to and felt belonging with. If Ludwig got mad or remained as cold as he always did, then it would surely prove to him how heartless he was.

Finally, Feliciano bounced out of the office, jumpy and with a big smile that bore positive vibes.

“So, what did he tell you?” Lovino immediately asked.

“Well I think I did a pretty good job. He told me he’ll e-mail me tonight with the final decision."

“…Tonight? He actually told you…tonight…”

“Yes, he’ll tell me tonight!”

“Tonight! When I had my interview I had to wait an entire week!” He recalled.

“A week! Ha! Try waiting two!” Arthur, an English designer, shouted, having heard the conversation.

“I had to wait an entire month!” Toris, the Lithuanian one, in turn said, rolling his eyes as he continued down the hall to hand in some items.

“Oh…that’s terrible. Maybe it’s because this place needs extra hands."

“I doubt it. We’re actually overemployed."

“Oh, then…maybe he just liked me,” he smiled innocently.

“I seriously doubt that. This is Ludwig were talking about! But whatever, you got the interview and we’ll know as soon as tonight.”

Feliciano held his brother’s hand in great excitement, jumping and smiling and already expecting the best.

Feliciano’s hunch was right, the e-mail gave him his immediate acceptance as an intern in the company, mostly as a sort of assistant to the different groups, mainly Lovino’s, with who he will be permitted to work in designs from time to time.

Feliciano would officially start in two days, and in just those two days, Ludwig’s life was about to change.

That first morning, Feliciano had come giving greetings to everybody, as well as bringing a plate of panforte and a cereal English cake which Arthur deeply approved of (Rumors quickly spread than it was better than anything Arthur had ever made). He gave to everyone and when he spotted Ludwig coming out of the office to check some scheduling, he was not sparred of his own greetings, of sharing the little delights he made, waving goodbye with luck and wishing him a nice day.

When Ludwig ate in the privacy of his office, he let himself glow at the taste, to blush at how kind this had been and the smile Feliciano greeted him with that morning.

None of his workers greeted him like that. They usually just passed by him in the mornings. To them he was not there until business brought them together.

Feliciano continued to greet him as such and Ludwig actually began to enjoy it, a reason to let himself smile in the confines of his work.

As Feliciano’s first two weeks passed, he was starting to be seen as an errand boy, one who had to constantly run around asking, reserving and getting different things for different groups, not to mention the drinks they always asked for him to pick up at a café down the block. He never did any designs, just suggested a thing of two over people’s shoulders as they worked on their planning. Although he would occasionally sigh sadly about this, he should had been expecting it. In the end, he only needed this for a position in Italy, and whenever he was reminded of that, he would do his job with a proud smile, with constant energy, which was what kept him going whenever he was tempted to rest in one of the empty rooms of the building. It was because of this frivolous attitude that many sent him to talk or hand in the necessary things to Ludwig, since it seemed their boss was more easy going with him and because Feliciano was sometimes too dense to understand Ludwig’s stress and anger and could still come crashing into his office no matter to talk to him like there were no wrongs in the world.

“Sir, these are Kiku’s plans concerning the balcony design for Mr. Wang. He told me he needs your approval. Also, Sefina has changed the flowers for the mural as you suggested, but she still wants you to look at what she decided. And Arthur and Kiku are fighting over a fault in their last project. They gave me the pictures and want you to decide whose fault it really was.” Feliciano had all the necessary items in his hands.

“Very well,” Ludwig pointed to the spot in the desk he wanted them in and Feliciano placed them there. As he did, he noticed a disorder in Ludwig’s bookshelf.

“Sorry about that, just haven’t had the time to fix it.” It filled him with great embarrassment, especially having Feliciano see it. He prided himself in his order, but things had become so hectic that not even in that aspect could he focus himself on.

“Don’t worry, I understand how busy you are. Do you want me to organize it for you?” Without hearing his answer, Feliciano already began picking, watching and seeing how he was to do it. This was not his strongest suite, but he indeed wanted to help Ludwig and was willing to do what he could.

“Uh…um…” he was about to deny him, it should be his business, he had his own way of dealing with this and preferred that no other messed with it. Then again…Feliciano looked so cute today, bending on his bookshelf, already attentive eyes in thought on how it would be best to place, his back expanded, legs standing nicely and an ass- okay, no, he had to hit that one off, earning a perk from Feliciano.

“Yes, thank you. Do you mind doing it alphabetically?”

“Of course!” And he set right to it.

That’s how he spent the rest of his day, only to leave when Ludwig had finished some reports he wanted him to hand in. Although it was rather silent between them as they focused mostly on their work, Ludwig found himself thinking of more ways to have Feliciano often in his office as he watched him depart, eyes longing on his form until the door was shut.

More and more Feliciano spent his time in his office. Organizing, delivering, for their mornings greets, handing in the treats he shared with everybody and even for small chats. After it had officially been a month since Feliciano joined the company, Ludwig came to the horrible realization that he actually had a crush on his intern.

Did he do anything about it? Impossible. How could he when all strictness and order left him whenever he encountered him, replaced with stutters, awkwardness and embarrassment. Lucky for him, Feliciano did most of the talking, not seeming to notice the extended gazes, the way his eyes lingered on his hair, his cheeks, his eyes, his nose, even his slim figure, with amazing hips and legs that filled his dreams with all kinds of scenarios, innocent and not so.

The rest of the company didn’t notice at those beginnings, but one particular morning, one little event had all their eyes and ears curious, having them wondering what was the reality.

Lovino and Feliciano had arrived late that day…two hours late.

Alarms just didn’t work as they were supposed to with them.

They rushed the best they could, entering the already busy and blustering building in the middle of its usual work, not seeming to pay attention to the pair of brothers.

“Pretend we were always here. If anybody questions, just say that there was an accident in front of our apartment building that wouldn’t let us leave."

“Got it,” Feliciano agreed, although slightly tremulous. He wasn’t exactly the best liar and anyone could see past him whenever the situation occurred. He just hoped nobody really questioned him, but of course, Ludwig would notice the fault of bubbly and moving energy that had grabbed the full of his attention.

“Valenti!” He instantly called them both as he saw them made their way down the hall.

They both panicked and groaned, but still made their way dutifully to him, Lovino hoping that Feliciano would be strong for the excuse they concocted.

“It is eleven ten. You two should have been here about two hours ago. Care to explain what happened?" Ludwig scolded, arms wrapped on his chest, holding the notes that would surely get Lovino another memo…and Feliciano his first one.

“Yes…we have perfect reasoning…” Lovino thought he could start, but he was fearful, hoping that Feliciano would continue for him, who was just as nervous. He had to shrug him to let him know that he should say something.

“Oh yes um…you see, there’s a jewelry store in front of our apartment and there was this…robbery!”

Lovino pulled a face but quickly hid it, having to go along with it. “Yes, a robbery!”

“You should have seen it, Mr. Beilschmidt, police all over, hostages and guns! It was so scary, like, like, like in an action movie! Every exit was block and there was no way for us to escape! We had to um…climb! Yes, climb! And…and…walk all the way here!” It was purely exaggerated. Lovino groaned, hiding his face in his hands. He couldn’t possibly continue to feign like this, he was just readying himself to accept yet another memo.

“Really?” Of course Ludwig wasn’t taking it, raising an eyebrow, eyes with heavy question and disbelief.

“Okay no, so there wasn’t a robbery,” Feliciano quickly gave up, intensifying Lovino’s misery.

“I’m really sorry. I was awake last night baking this-” he raised a covered plate of a raspberry mouse chocolate cake, “-and Lovino was helping me. We went to sleep very late and were really tired, so the alarm didn’t wake us up.” He began to pout, with big eyes and an apologetic frown.

“We’re so sorry, Ludwig. I just wanted to bake you all a cake, but I won’t do it again if it means getting here on time. We’ll both work extra hard today and I’ll give you two pieces of cake,” he offered, with a such a gentile and innocent face frowned to misery that Ludwig just couldn’t take any longer.

“It’s all right." He raised a hand to get him to stop, and to Lovino’s surprise and intrigue, hiding the notes behind some other papers he was holding, a clear sign that he was not going to use it.

“Please, just organize your time for baking correctly so you can get some sleep and so you can always come at nine o’clock. Next time I will not be so forgiving,” he pointed and Feliciano nodded eagerly.

“I will, I will! Thank you so much, Ludwig!” There was that joyous glow that would always red his cheeks slightly. He had to hide and try to calm it by turning away as the brothers went past him to Lovino’s group room.

Well, now that it was over, he could focus on handing some new assignments. To which group should he trust the decoration of a newborn’s room? Ah yes, Kasem- he lost his thoughts when rushing footsteps came near him. It was Feliciano, raising up to him a plastic plate with a fork, napkin and two pieces of cake just as he had promised.

“I hope you like it.” And then he tip toed, placing a quick kiss on his cheek, an exalted smile and then he set off back to his cutting and giving to the rest of the workers.

Ludwig remained frozen, eyes widened, the only movement but a raise of his free hand to touch the area his lips had so gracefully kissed. It tingled to Ludwig, only turning him more red, even letting a perfect little smile arise on his lips, one, that to the many who spotted, was the very first they saw on him. When Ludwig noticed them, he soured. He simply handed the information to his workers and quickly made his way back to his office, to eat his cake in peace. But it was already too late, they all saw his blush, the fondness in his eyes, all directed to the cake, which meant Feliciano.

The rumor didn’t spread much, only slight thoughts in little groups, so it really hadn’t reached Lovino’s, which in turn, lucky for Ludwig, meant it hadn’t reached Feliciano.

Business continued as it should.

Two months in his internship, Feliciano had come into Ludwig’s office, handing files, ideas and requests, and once he spotted anything unorganized, he quickly went to fix it, an occurrence that Ludwig was starting to find normal.

He was typing and clicking away on his laptop, updating the company page, his eyes too dedicated to even indulge in Feliciano. In one moment it began to get strained, he groaned, he sighed, eyes switching as they decided and Feliciano had noticed it all.

“Is everything all right?” He asked, standing and beginning to join Ludwig’s side.

“I’m trying to upload eight new pictures, but this page only lets me deal with four, so I’m trying to find a way to upload all eight or deciding which four I should choose.” He rubbed his fingers on his forehead.

Feliciano leaned to take his peek at these eight pictures and understood why Ludwig was letting himself stress about this. They were all wonderful, fitting to the theme and what this particular page was explaining. Leaving four meant having to lose some details that could be enough to convince a customer to buy their services.

“Well, I have a page of my own, maybe I can help,” Feliciano offered.

Ludwig was uncertain at first but decided to confide in him. There wasn’t much threat in letting him try.

Feliciano leaned…much closer, an arm resting on the top of Ludwig’s chair for better leverage, his face before the computer as he clicked away testing all kinds settings. Ludwig had thought there was no wrong with this until he noticed how close to Feliciano he was, their heat lingering on each other, Feliciano’s scent of sweet cologne evident, his curls falling before him, so near, temping him the more to take into the spaces between his fingers. He swore Feliciano was oblivious, more attentive to the adjustments before him, finishing on some last clicks before he finally moved his gaze away from the screen.

“There, now you can place all eight pictures. I’m really glad Eduard taught me how to do this a couple of days ago-” their faces but mere centimeters apart now. Breaths mingling, eyes staring into the other, skin close to see their tinting, to see every aspect of their expression, of their eyelashes, of their lips, to leave them as the seconds passed, nothing to interrupt, nothing to stop them. Ludwig could let himself close that gap if he wanted and finally meet that smile with his own lips, and Feliciano was ready, oh so ready to accept it. When Ludwig finally thought he could be ready to have that crash, one came from his office door instead.

“Luddy! I know you usually don’t approve of me leading group projects, but hear me out this time! I have an amazing medieval idea for the restaurant and I brought along Francis and Antonio to help me convince you and-” that’s when he finally spotted the rather provocative position he found his brother along with the new intern.

“Oh…” Gilbert realized. Antonio and Francis smirked, and the three shared a knowing look in their eyes.

“We’re we interrupting something?” Francis teased.

“Oh no, I was just helping Ludwig with the company page.” Feliciano ever so oblivious, but Ludwig was glad for that, rolling his eyes and ordering himself in his seat as if nothing had happened.

“Just the company page? Nothing…else?” Antonio smirked, just as Francis’s tone.

“Um…well I did help him organize his office, but that’s about it, but hey, what’s this I hear about a medieval theme?” Feliciano asked curiously as he neared to them.

That’s just what was needed to change the air of question above them.

“Feliciano, take a look at this masterpiece,” and Gilbert opened his portfolio, showing a beautiful castle theme of old, with deep accuracy and perfection that had Feliciano’s eyes glimmering.

“Gilbert, this is absolutely stunning. Did you do it all by yourself?” Feliciano wondered.

“Most of it. I did have some help from Francis and Antonio.”

Both of them nodded proudly.

“It’s wonderful, I would definitely let you lead a project like this. I really hope Ludwig lets you," he said with true hope.

“See Ludwig, he likes it!” Gilbert used to prove.

“I still have to see it myself to make a decision,” Ludwig glared.

“I’ll leave you four to it then,” Feliciano smiled, giving the three a good luck smile and wave before he moved past them and out of the office.

Once they were sure they were all alone with Ludwig, they turned to him, bearing equal smirks and teasing eyes. It seemed creepy to the blond.

“What?” He questioned, adding some last touches to the page.

“Nothing just…you seemed to be really close to Feliciano a moment ago. It looked like something a little…inappropriate was about to happen,” Gilbert smirked as he neared with the rest.

Ludwig groaned and rolled his eyes. "No such thing. He was just helping me with the page, that is all. Like I would let myself commit such acts in my own office.” He really tried to keep his face in its grimace, but it was becoming hard as very…very indecent images came into his head at his own mention.

“Right, right…but just know, my young one, that any problem, any help you might need, we’ll all be here to offer,” Gilbert pointed to the three of them, all with trusting smiles…that Ludwig didn’t feel convinced with.

“Just show this theme to me."

“Of course!”

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The Red Sun Cycle

The sound of the alarm clock beside her bed signaled the start of another Friday morning. April slammed her hand down on the device to end its scream and slowly pulled herself out of bed, letting out a loud yawn and staring at herself in the mirror at the other end of the room.

"Morning babe, looking shitty as always I see."

The white cat joked to herself as she undressed and made her way to the bathroom, showering and brushing her teeth to complete her morning ritual.

"Sweetie, breakfast is ready!"

The voice of her Mom rang out from downstairs as she dried herself off and put on her clothes for the school day.

"Hang on Mom, getting dressed!"

She finished putting together her outfit for the day and stumbled down the old steps of her family home, heading straight to the kitchen and sitting at the dining table where her Mother was already putting down a plate of bacon and eggs. Her Father sat at the other end of the table with eyes fixated his phone.

"News says another person went missing."

"Oh no, who was it this time?"

April shoved her breakfast into her mouth as she listened to her parents.

"That boy from April's school. The uh..."

April sighed a bit.

"The gay one. Yes Dad. He was gay. You can say it."

He cleared his throat and grinned sheepishly as April gave him a smile of her own.

"I hope nothing bad's happened to him. He was such a nice boy."

April's Mother sat at the table and poured herself a glass of orange juice as April finished her meal.

"Oh uh, Mom. I'm going out tonight."

"What? Where?"

"To that party I told you about last night. The one at the Felt Club?"

Her Father looked up from his phone with a worried expression.

"You sure you really want to go to some club tonight? With all these kids going missing? Sweetie, I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Dad, I'm 20 years old and I carry mace everywhere, right now. I'm not going to let some random dude take me off the street. Don't worry about it, my friends will be with me anyways."

He shook his head and mumbled to himself as he went back to reading his phone. Her Mother gave April her own worried look as she kissed her goodbye and went out the door with her bag.

School went by without incident, a few students were talking about how their fellow classmate had vanished but other than that it was another Friday at the community college.

"Oh my gosh, April, you hear about Sam!?"

April looked up from her books at another chubbier cat girl who was fiddling with her glasses and looking upset.

"Oh no, Cass I heard. I'm so sorry, I know you two were really close..."

"He was like my brother April, why would he just leave without telling me?"

"Cass you know what his parents were like, he probably just had to go somewhere else for a bit. He'll be back, I'm sure of it. There's no way he'd just leave unless something really important was going on."

Cass sniffled and wiped some tears from behind her glasses.

"You're right April...I just hope he isn't in trouble. We...we had a fight before he disappeared."

"Oh my god, what about?"

Cass looked around before whispering to her.

"He was stealing from his work to help pay for a place to stay that wasn't his parents house. I told him he needed to stop and if he needed help I'd help him but he kept doing it, so I tried to confront him the other night and just... everything went wrong and he left."

April rubbed the back of her head nervously. This was the first she'd even heard of Sam doing anything really criminal outside of some vandalism or loitering. She decided to try to lighten the mood the one way she knew how.

"So, you going to that party tonight?"

"Huh? Oh. No, no, god I hate those parties. I'm more of a stay at home in my pajamas girl, you know what I mean?"

"Dude it's fine, I get it. I wanted to go and see what these were all about, never really been to a real party before."

Cass smiled and sniffled again.

"Ugh you're an even bigger dork th-than me sometimes, April... thanks for trying to cheer me up."

"Cass, everything will be cool, Sam's figuring out his shit and probably didn't want you to worry about him. Go home and do your pajama thing and he might even call you tonight."

Cass perked up a bit more.

"You really think so...?"

"I mean, I'm not like, psychic or anything, so don't take my word for it, but it's better than sitting around being worried."

Cass let out a sigh and nodded a bit.

"Alright I'll try it. You stay safe tonight okay? Clubs like that can be kinda icky."

7:00 Pm rolled around. Party Time.

April slipped into her party clothes and went down the steps of her old home again, noticing a note on the refrigerator as she walked through her kitchen.

"Went out with Dad. Have fun at your party. Don't drink too much and call me when you're done. -Love Mom"

She smiled a bit and made sure her phone was charged before shoving it in her jeans and walking out the door where her friends waited in their car.

The Felt Club was like any other bar in the small town where April lived. It was big enough to have large parties with plenty of drunk adolescents, but small enough that it still felt like you were hanging out in someone's basement. Tonight that basement aesthetic was still there even with the booming music and bright strobelights.

After some dancing and small talk with her friends April sat down at the bar and took a few minutes to get her thoughts together properly. It was all so much, especially for her. She needed to take all of this in a bit slower.

"I guess I should order a drink or something. That might help."

She sighed and waved the bartender over, just ordering a small drink and taking little sips when she got it. The taste of alcohol made her tongue sting a bit, but it wasn't the worst thing ever.

"This better help put me in more of a party mood. The taste sure as hell isn't."

She blinked when she felt something bump into her from behind, spinning around on her stool she was confronted with a small boy grinning up at her.

"Hey there lady! You okay?"

April was taken a bit off guard, this kid was way too young to be in a place like this. What was he doing just hanging around a club full of half-drunk people to begin with?

"Hey, did uh, did your mommy bring you here or something?"

She didn't know what else to really say at this point.

"No! My best friend did! He said he wants to meet you!"

April frowned. So some guy brought his kid here to pick up girls for him? Was this even a thing that happened?

"Uh, okay then. Can you take me to him?"

"Okie dokie! Come on he's over here!"

She stood up and followed the small boy, not noticing the larger man who'd been sitting beside her reach over and drop a pair of pills into her drink.

"Okay, we walked across the entire dance floor and I don't see him. Where's your friend kiddo?"

"Oh, he was at the bar! I just wanted to make you more excited by walking you here first."

April groaned a bit. She was awful with kids as it was, she didn't need to babysit one at a party where she was already feeling awkward as hell. She followed him back across the club, hoping no one was giving her weird looks as she sat back down at the bar and took a sip from her drink.

"Alright then small fry. Where's your friend hiding now?"

She suddenly felt a strange throbbing sensation in her head.

"Oh, he's right beside you! Hey lady, you okay? You don't look too good..."

April opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She felt her body give out under her as a large arm reached from beside her and stopped her from hitting the floor.

Then everything went dark.

"Oh no oh no did we give her too much? We gave her too much didn't we?"

"Oh my god will someone shut him the fuck up he's making it worse!"

"Talk to him like that again and we're gonna have a problem buddy."

"Oh fuck right off. If you and your little boyfriend need a fucking ass kicking I'll be sure to give you one."

April coughed and groaned as the loud voices echoed in her head, she could see blurry shapes above her pointing at eachother as the voices continued.

"Don't yell at 'im! He'll beat you up if you don't stop Stark!"

"Oh my god will you stop opening your little mouth for five goddamn seconds the fucking adults are talking!"

"Shuttup I'm an adult too you jerk!"

April tried to move her arms, only for the shapes swirling in her vision to hold her down and look at her. A draft across her body told her she'd been stripped to at least her underwear by these people.

"Alright she's coming to. Do we just do this now or?"

"Give it a bit more time gentlemen. The hour isn't upon us just yet."

She could just barely recognize one of the voices as the child from the party, the other three much older sounding voices were completely unfamilar to her, and a female voice soon joined them.

"Poor thing, you two seriously messed this up. One pill, one. She only needed one in the drink. We use two on people who can fight back."

"Whaaa... who, what's going on...? M-My arms hurt."

"Oh fuck me she's already talking. How much longer do we need to wait for this? She's already awake and we need to do this shit now."

"Mr. Stark, I'm not going to warn you again."

The quiet voice just out of her field of vision made April shudder.

"If it were up to me we'd be carving her the fuck up already and making her wake up, this is a waste of our fucking time."

"If it were up to any of us you wouldn't be here Mr. Stark, we'd simply convert her and end the ceremony without your assistance."

April's heart started racing now, the figures much more clear in her vision. They all wore some sort of hooded coats and glared down at her through some sort of goggles or glasses. They held down her arms and legs as one of them peered down at her with a stare that made her sick.

"Good, you are properly awakened now. It's time for us to begin."

"Wh-what!? Where am I..!? What's going on!?"

"Oh my god do we gag her or something I really don't want to listen to this crap again."

"I thought you liked when they screamed you freak."

"Not this shit, when you hear this shit 24/7 you get sick of it."

A few realizations started hitting April like bullets from a machine gun as she began to struggle and kick.

"Holy shit, oh god you-you're the ones who were taking people...!"

The figures held her down pretty roughly as the shortest one nodded.

"Uh-huh. We had to. It's all part of the plan lady."

She felt a pair of hand rest on the side of her head and tilt it backward, she screamed when she came face to face with a tall thin gentleman wearing the same clothes as the others, his goggled eyes looking right into hers as a gold cross hung around his neck just above her.

"My dear, do not worry. Through your suffering we are doing something greater than you could ever imagine. Though we can never tell you what it's for, your sacrifice will not be in vain."

She started crying now, still squirming as one of them crawled onto the table and got on top of her, holding a switchblade.

"God and I thought the little faggot cried a lot, this stupid bitch is worse than he ever was."

"Stark if you want to leave this chapel alive you'll shut your mouth and do your job. Last warning."

The figure on top of April glared back at the much larger figure holding her legs down before spitting on the floor and returning his attention to her as a thought sparked through her mind.

"S-Sam!? Y-You...You did this to Sam!? Y-You fucking monsters!"

"Oh no, we didn't do this to him, what we did to him was way worse. He's probably still crying right now in Hell where he belongs."

"You fucking bastard!"

April screamed and managed to free her leg, giving the man a swift kick in the groin that elicited howling laughter from a few of the other figures. The laughter ended when the man shoved the knife into her shoulder and twisted it, making her scream out louder as he panted and shook on top of her.

"Fucking bitch...you think you're tough shit or something do ya? So did the other one, and he ain't tough shit no more..."

Her eyes widened as he dragged the knife down and out of her body, leaving a horrible cut and laughing as the sound of metal scraping bone was heard.

"Hahahahaha! Oh man you hear that? Got her pretty deep with that one. Let's see if I can do the same thing to the other side."

April tried to struggle again, but the sound of her ankles snapping in two made her stop to cry out instead.

"Sorry, as much as I'd love to let Stark get another kick in the balls we need to get this over with."

The large figure growled as winced a bit before a sharp pain in her other side shook April from her confusion.

She had no idea how long this was going on. A few minutes, an hour, two hours? The figure on top of her cut and sliced into her with his knife over and over again, her entire body bloody and slashed as she stared up at the other figures trying not to look at her mangled form. She started to see something else, a red orb forming over her as the figure cutting her started chanting some kind of spell, words that sounded like a twisted lullaby but were too muted by the stinging ungodly pain wracking her body as she tried to keep screaming.

"It's time Stark. Please administer the final blow and end this."

April stared in horror as the blood covered man on top of her held the knife above her face and plunged down.

The sound of the alarm clock beside her bed signaled the start of another Monday morning. April slammed her hand on the button to silence the device before turning to her phone lazily to read some messages from Sam.

"hey U up?"

"Yeah dude. Rough night."

"U goin to the party friday?"

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