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[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 12 | previously: part 11 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi!! ahh im so sorry for getting this out later than expected! i had finals this past week so i was pretty busy, but all good now :)) 💕 enjoy xx

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twelve: wear this please

After you had fully calmed down, Iida helped you carry the remaining boxes from the basement over to the venue. The rest of your friends were already there to lend a hand.

“Sorry I'm late guys. Um okay, I need about four people to help set up the chairs and tables and about four people again helping with decorations. Everyone else can help with cleaning. I can take care of the other stuff,” you explained. Your friends nodded and dispersed among themselves. You went up to the balcony in hopes of setting up the lighting system as best as you could.

The balcony was dark. You looked down at your friends. You watched as Iida and Deku speedily set up the tables and chairs. You saw Mina and Aoyama argue over the order of the streamers. Soon, another scene caught your eye. Kirishima was arranging the tables as well, placing the tablecloths and centerpieces in their desired places.

Then, the one person you didn’t want to see most of all entered the gym. Bakugou stomped over to Kirishima, grabbed him by the collar and led him outside the gym. You watched as Bakugou left with Kirishima.

Uh okay then...

You sighed. Silly of you to hope that he would come talk to you after what happened. Still, your focus needed to be on the dance, not Bakugou.

You finished organizing the lights before heading back down to the main floor. You waved your friends over.

“Thanks again for your help everyone. No way I would’ve been able to get this all done in time by myself,” You said.

“We were happy to help Y/N!” smiled IIda.

“Well, everything looks pretty good. I’m just gonna do some final touches. You’re free to go and get ready,” you explained. Your friends nodded.

“Are you sure you’ve got this Y/N? I don’t mind staying back to help,” insisted Deku. You shook your head.

“No that's okay. Anyway, I want some stuff to be a surprise for everyone,” you insisted. Deku nodded, leaving with the rest of the group.

You looked around the theatre, rubbing your eyes. You took a deep breath and began to set up the photo booth.

~

[One week earlier]

“You know what we should use the leftover money for?” Bakugou looked at you, raising a brow.

“What dumbass?”

“A photo booth!”

“That’s stupid,” groaned Bakugou. You huffed. You went over to Bakugou and stood behind him. You held a magazine and placed it in front of Bakugou’s face, your arms resting on his shoulders.

“We wouldn’t get a shitty one. We could do an open photo booth where you have one backdrop and an actual photographer. Look how cute.”

You had the magazine opened up to a life-size prop heart. The heart lit up with those old-school Hollywood light bulbs and it was a vibrant shade of red.

“I think it would be a good finishing touch. People could take pictures in front of it with their dates or friends and make stupid memories. We could even get some lowerclassman to take the pictures,” you explained.

Bakugou took the magazine from your hand to take a closer look. You left your arms on his shoulders.

“I can’t really say no to you can I?”

“Nope!”

“Fine, if it makes you that happy, we can get it princess,” he said. You gave Bakugou a squeeze.

“Thank you Katsuki!”

~

You stared at the silly prop piece. At the time, you were beyond excited for it. You thought it would really tie the decorations together. Now, it just reminded you of Bakugou. This whole Prom reminded you of him. Crazy how one second you were on top of the world with him and the next you’ve hit rock bottom. Maybe three hours had passed since you overheard Bakugou in the common area. Maybe five? Regardless, you were ready for today to be over. Maybe things going back to normal was for the better. After all, that's what you expected what would happen. You just didn’t think it would hurt this bad.

You dragged the large prop over to it’s designated area. You pinned up the gold ‘firework’ backdrop behind it and set up the camera stand. The banner reading “My Emotions Feel Like Explosions When You’re Around” hung up on the backdrop. You read that sentence about ten times. What annoyed you most about it was how it taunted you. Those words. Those words perfectly described how you felt about a certain someone, and you hated it.

We really just had to pick the longest title possible.

You finished organizing the small details, making sure everything was nicely in place. You checked the time. It was a little past 4pm. The dance starts at 9pm. You were supposed to meet the girls in your class to get ready together. You locked up the theatre and headed back to the dorms.

~

“There you are! We were gonna start getting ready,” said Mina as you entered the dorms.

“Mina, we have like five hours. Why are you getting ready now?” You asked.

“Pictures and dinner are at 7, so really we have about 3 hours,” explained Mina. You sighed.

“Okay okay I’ll grab my stuff and head down.” You went over to your room but stopped in front of the door.

What the…

In front of your door there was a small clear box with a note on it. When you realized what was inside the box, your heart dropped a little. You sighed, and picked up the box. Inside there was a corsage made with black and white roses.

The note read: ‘wear this please’.

Your eyes began to water a little and you couldn’t understand why. You entered your room, still looking at the corsage and note. ‘Wear this please’. The ‘please’ ending the sentence is what threw you off. The note was typed, so there was no way to tell from handwriting. Why would they say please? If it were Bakugou who wrote it, it would make more sense for him to write ‘wear this dumbass’. But who else would think to give you a corsage, and one that matched your dress. You wiped your eyes, setting the box down on your nightstand.

God damn it Katsuki.

You regrouped yourself and started to grab everything you’d need to get ready. You picked up your dress, makeup bag, shoes, and the little clear box. You weren’t sure if you would actually wear it, but you thought there is no harm in bringing it.

You stepped outside your room with all your things, seeing that your friends were waiting for you. You all had decided to get ready together in the dressing rooms that the school uses for plays.

“Alright, let’s go ladies!”

~

You set down your things on the dressing room counter and hung up your dress.

“Y/N, I love your corsage!” smiled Mina, pointing to the small box.

“Oh uh thanks. Decided to get myself one,” you lied.

“Okay, I need someone to help me curl my hair!” said Momo. You laughed.

“I can help.” Your friends all began to get ready. Makeup, hair spray, and perfume filled the air. You were never one to care too much about dressing up but something about doing it with your friends put a smile on your face. You continued to curl Momo’s hair and looked around as your friends pampered themselves.

All this for a 3 hour dance?

“I hope they play a few slow songs,” gushed Uraraka.

“Not like you’d have the guts to ask anyone to dance though,” teased Jirou. Uraraka crossed her arms.

“Maybe I will!”

“Slow dancing is so awkward,” you laughed.

“I think it’s cute,” said Uraraka.

“Jirou you do know Kaminari is gonna ask you to dance,” joked Momo. Jirou laughed.

“If his hands stray for even a second you can bet he will be short-circuited for the rest of the night.”

After you had made yourself ‘Prom ready’ it was time to slip on your dress. You loved your dress, it was your favorite thing about this whole Prom situation.

“Zip me up?” You asked Momo. The zipper glided up your back, securing you in your dress.

“This dress was made for you Y/N, you look stunning,” smiled Momo. Your face got warm.

“Says you, you look gorgeous.”

“We all do!” Cheered Mina. Everyone looked picture perfect.

“So? Ready to go?�� asked Jirou. You looked over at your clear box. You took it, opened it, and slipped the corsage over your wrist.

“Yup. Let’s do this.”

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26 + 2 Various BL Series Fic Recs

Fandoms included in this fic rec list: Love By Chance, TharnType, Until We Meet Again, My Engineer, 2 Moons, HIStory3: Trapped (plus a bit of bonus Theory of Love and WHY R U?)

I’ve found a handful of good fics for all of these tiny pairings that I am newly obsessed with, and I thought I’d share them with you if you’re also looking for something good to read. Please, if you have recs of your own, point me in the direction of any other good stuff!

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

IT chapter 2 list one and two - Reddie 

Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

(All recs are complete) (I’ve noted pairings, length, and rating, but not any warnings or additional tags.)

** denotes personal favorite

LOVE BY CHANCE / THARNTYPE

1. the count up series by sweetiejelly - Tin/Can - ~34,000 words, explicit - A fix-it fic post-canon where Tin and Can slowly work out their issues with some missteps and learning along the way.

So two weeks later, when Can first does it, Tin doesn't know what to do. For the longest while, he just turns off his phone screen. And then turns it back on.

good night, tin. it's been a while but i promised to say good night. so, good night, sleep well.

Every damn time the text is still there.

In the end, Tin deletes it.

The next morning, Can does it again.

good morning, tin. looks like rain today. don't forget your umbrella.

Tin deletes it.

The texts keep coming.

2. ** LBC Aftermath series by Mara - LBC/TharnType crossover- ~6700 words, mature - Were you too horrified by Techno’s ending in LBC? This author feels your pain and did her part to get some justice for Techno. This fic has zero sympathy for Kengkla, which I deeply appreciated. This will help you work out some of your anger. It features LBC!Techno and the TharnType versions of Tharn and Type. Mind the warnings, since this deals with the serious consequences of Kengkla’s actions.

Kengkla stayed at the house through the morning and Techno was so jumpy he nearly leaped out of his skin every time Kla looked at him or talked to him. Even though Kla had explained what happened and how he wasn’t upset to be dating, Techno still felt weird. He kind of wished he remembered what had happened. A guy should remember how he lost his virginity, right?

Kla grabbed him in a big hug and Techno froze, managing a weak grin when Kla pulled back to smile at him. “I’ve got to go home now. But I’ll call you later. Let me know if you go somewhere.”

“O-okay.” Techno stared as the boy let himself out the front door.

3. 5 + 1 by strokeofluck - Tin/Can- ~3600 words, rated general - This is a sweet story about the times when Pete sees Tin having feelings for Can. 

Pete weighed his options as he glanced back and forth between Tin and Can. Can didn’t seem to be bothered by the whole thing, he even had a shy smile on his face. Or at least, Pete thought it was a shy smile, he had never really seen this kind of expression coming from Can before.

He could let this whole thing go, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. It was time for him to finally say to Tin: I told you so.

“You were born in Bangkok,” he said, casting a wide net and hoping Can would find himself caught in it.

Can did.

4. That Testified Surprise by Mara - Techno/Tharn/Type - ~7000 words, mature - This is a LBC canon rewrite that stars the TharnType version of all three characters. Type realizes something is not...quite...right with Kengkla and invites Techno to stay with him and Tharn instead of going home drunk.

Pouring Techno into the passenger seat, Type sat down in the driver’s seat and pulled the phone out to check it, entering the passcode. (The passcode was the birthday of Thai national football team captain Siwarak Tedsungnoen, of course. Duh.)

Fuck, it looked like Nic had been either texting or calling every 20 minutes since they got to the bar. What was up there?

Scrolling back through the evening’s texts, Type scowled harder. Loving brother or not, this was fucking creepy. Going back farther, it looked like it was a pattern. Did the kid do anything other than pester his brother about his whereabouts?

THARNTYPE

5. everything he wants by minkit - ~5100 words, explicit - Type accidentally ruins one of Tharn’s shirts and agrees to do whatever Tharn wants to make up for it. Which means it’s porn stretched over the bare bones of a plot, and it’s great. 

Tharn’s hands moved across the bed, slowly, inch by inch and it was frustrating because Type knew they were heading to him, but Tharn took his sweet time. And then they were covering his hands and Tharn’s face was mere centimeters from his and Type could barely breathe. It took everything he had not to lean forward and capture those lips that also belonged to him, but he had a feeling if he tried, Tharn wouldn’t let him. He had that look on his face and Type knew what it meant.

He knew he was in for a long rest of the night.

6. You’ve Got Mail by perthbysaint - ~7800 words, explicit - Type sends Tharn nudes at the most inconvenient times.

A selfie? From Type? Tharn was thanking all of his lucky stars as he happily taps to load the image. The picture loads and Tharn’s phone slips from his suddenly lax grip. Convinced he couldn’t have just seen what he thought he just saw, he picks his phone up hastily and stares very intently at the picture.

It’s a mirror selfie, obviously taken in a changing room, but that thought comes secondary to thighs. Type is holding the camera in front of his face to take the picture, shirt clenched in his other hand and pulled up slightly to show off the shorts. The fucking shorts. He had seen Type in his soccer gear before and yes, Type has most definitely asked for the wrong size and Tharn is more grateful than he’s ever been for anything in his whole life. The shorts are riding up so high they can’t cover more than a few inches of skin, Type’s smooth, powerful thighs on full display. On the inside of his left thigh, there’s a tiny purple mark peeking out from under the bottom of the shorts. Tharn knows exactly what it is because he was the one who left it there just two days ago when he sucked marks into Type’s thighs for a half-hour before he slung Type’s legs over his shoulders and ate him out until Type was sobbing fat tears and begging Tharn to let him come.

7. pet names series by LokelaniRose - ~50,000 words, explicit - A series of post-episode fics that gives us the sex that the show only hinted at, starting with the shower scene.

Tharn prides himself on his self-control. All his passion and intensity is saved for his music, when he’s safely behind a drum kit and can let it all out. He’s never been as irritated by anyone else as he is by Type and all his playground bullying nonsense. Something about the other boy just shakes something loose inside him, rattles at Tharn’s iron discipline until he has to grit his teeth constantly not to just – what? Kiss him? Kill him? Tharn has enough composure (and pride) to put up a front that’s all smiles and wry amusement, but really he regularly skips between one of two daydreams – twisting Type’s head off or fucking him into the ground.

(Tharn is absolutely not going to admit to the third set of daydreams, of curling up around Type when he’s cold or cheering him on at matches or bringing him home to meet Tharn’s father. Nope, no, definitely not.)

2MOONS SERIES

8. ** The universe where we do not commit reckless, unlubricated buttsex by startledoctopus - Forth/Beam - ~8700 words, explicit - This is a great story about Beam giving in and trying to seduce Forth the same way he seduced all of those girls in his past. This Forth is great, and the story retcons their first time to something far more pleasant for Beam.

   "We're heading into a unit on disorders of the spine and I need to review my basic skeletal and muscular anatomy. But it feels stupid to keep studying these weird-looking diagrams and drawings." None of this was, strictly speaking, factual, but an engineering major wouldn't know any different. Beam gathered up all his bravado, walked behind Forth, and began rucking up his shirts as if this were completely normal.

   "What! I..."

   "Shut up, I need to look at a real back so I know what I'll be looking at as a doctor." Forth let him take the shirts off, glancing back at him several times but giving in meekly to Beam's stern look. Forth shuffled the papers some more.

   "All right. Okay, um...Ah!" Beam smirked at Forth's reaction as he ran his thumbs down the nape of his neck.

9. Good Things Come To by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~4300 words, explicit - Kit gets drunk and reveals more of his feelings for Ming than he probably means to.

"Hmm." Kit closes his eyes and leans his head back on the headrest. "Ming, Ming, Ming. Do you know your name's a kiss? I'm kissing the air everytime I say 'Ming'!" Kit pops his mouth and it pops Ming's mind a bit. "And then I think about kissing you. Why do you make me think about you so damn much? You're so annoying, Ming. No one's ever..." and Kit leans to the side, almost like he's going to conk out or throw up, only to straighten back up. "... made me this crazy."

Oh shit. Ming doesn't know what to do with all of this information. He knew somewhere deep down that Kit likes him. Kit's eyes can't lie. Kit's mouth can't either, the cusses coming out whenever he's keyed up and flustered, and then there are his kisses.

10 + 11. ** how to fail flirt your way into his heart (a guide by Kit) and a little conversation (and a little action please) by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~30,000 words, explicit in the second part - This story makes a tiny plot divergence. It has Kit put a little more effort into finding out if Ming is really into Yo and then from there, it loosely follows the plot of the show with some key differences. I really enjoyed this.

"Can I have your number?" Kit mentally face-palms. Why? Damn Pha. Damn Beam. Just damn everything, ugh. He has never flirted in his life. Pin asked him out, okay? He doesn't know how to do this. "I'm Kit, Phana's friend," he says, trying to make it less weird.

"I'm Ming. And of course, P'Kit!" Ming flashes him an easy grin and holds out his hand.

Oh right, the phone. Kit shoves it at Ming, nearly hitting him in the chest. Great, he's acing this.

Ming smiles at him, bemused or confused, probably both, and brushes his hand, totally unnecessarily, over the back of Kit's hand as he takes the phone. "In case of emergency, right?" Ming looks up at him from under his lashes and boy, this nong is brazen.

12. ** In Control series by LokelaniRose - Ming/Kit - ~27,000 words, explicit - Kit struggles to tell Ming that he wants something other than the careful, gentle sex they’ve been having. Ming discovers that Kit has some anxiety and panic problems. He also discovers what helps him feel better. [spoilers: these two things are connected.] I love how attentive and caring Ming is throughout this series. The anxious Kit also rings true to the character we saw on the show.

But now that Kit is fretting over things, he might as well fret over this as well. So Ming is great in bed. And let’s be honest, Kit probably isn’t. He hasn’t had a hundred previous partners – okay, tiny exaggeration, but still – and doesn’t know all the fancy moves and techniques and tricks…and just like everything else, in bed Ming is somehow casual and sincere at the same time. He never seems to want anything except what Kit wants, is always happy to do whatever, to take his time making slow, gentle love to Kit. Kit knows that he always comes at least – he secretly really likes it when Ming comes, he’s not quite sure why – but what if there’s more that Kit could be doing, to make it better for him? If Kit was better in bed maybe it would make up for being a shitty boyfriend in other areas, one who can’t be nice in public or talk about his feelings.

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

13. another nightmare fic by itsmylifekay - Win/Team - ~2300 words, not rated - Team tries to sleep without Win and it doesn’t go well. 

Team’s room feels suffocating, the air too thick and the space too dark and the covers sticking to his skin with sweat. His breaths are too loud in the quiet, but the quiet itself is deafening. It reminds him of the water. The muted sounds. The frantic pounding of his heart. (The same one he feels now echoed in his chest.)

Flashes of the dream come back to him unbidden.

Everything is too dark, too bright, no way to see what way is up or what way is down. He’s trapped. Can’t get out. Can’t breathe.

14. ** Different With You by blackrose9212 - Win/Team - ~6900 words, teen - It’s open swim week, which means that the swimming club offers free lessons to any of the students who would like to participate. Team doesn’t understand why his teammates hate it so much - until he does. Great jealousy in this one from both sides. 

“Nice to meet you,” the boy gushes. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to join your group. Auntie said there needs to be at least three people, and no one was sitting across from you two. I’ve been paying attention so I already have ideas. Is that okay?” Team watches as he pulls out his books and drops them onto the table, pushing them a little farther out so they’re nearly touching Win’s notebook.

Team shrugs. “Sure, that’s fine. I don’t think Win has been paying attention so I’m glad you have an idea of what’s going on.”

Win hits him lightly at the back of the hand and Film giggles behind his hand. “Oh, no, P’Win looks very smart. I’m sure he’s been listening.” He looks at Win and smiles a little, blushing when Win gives him a smile back.

Team looks between the two of them. Then back at Film, who’s watching Win leaf through his literature textbook like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, and then past Film at the table he left from, where he sees three boys, laughing behind their hands and making cooing faces.

15. seven hundred thirteen by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~6800 words, mature - Win spends two years abroad in England, and he and Team have to navigate a long distance relationship. It’s very sweet and written very true to life. 

“I kind of hoped you were going to show up at the airport tomorrow morning and chase the plane,” Win says. He kisses Team’s hair, lingering there to memorize the fresh, clear scent.

Team says, “Is it weird that I thought about doing that?” and Win feels him smile against his shoulder.

It’s late, nearly nine thirty, and Win had plans of how to spend tonight that can’t be realized anymore. He wanted to invite Team to dinner with his family. He wanted to play video games with Team and View. He wanted to talk about London with Waan and Team. He wanted to include Team in his family’s warmth in some small way, to make him feel less lonely.

He can’t do any of that now but he still wants to sneak Team upstairs and have him in his arms all night. He wouldn’t, but he wants to. It’s been a month since he moved off campus permanently, and weeks since he was last able to spend a night alone with Team.

16. ** You Can Cry by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~19,600 words, mature - Win goes missing while on vacation with some friends. Team is left at home trying to handle it. I like the way the author built up to the accident happening. They did a good job creating tension and showing us exactly how Team felt about Win. And spoilers, this story has a happy ending.

“You’re going to fail out of university,” Team tells him. “You’re not really going, are you?”

Win rolls onto his side and perches his cheek on his hand. “What if I say yes?” he asks. “Will you miss me?”

Team’s warning look is more venomous than usual. “Not at all,” Team says, and Win smirks because that isn’t true and they both know it. “You still shouldn’t go. What if you miss the flight back? You’ll fail out and I’ll break up with you for being a dumbass.”

The very recent phenomenon of Team acknowledging that they’re a couple has its usual melting effect on Win’s heart.

2GETHER

17. ** Love Songs on Our Skin series by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~15,700 words, explicit - A soulmark AU where Tine is born with the notes to a song that hasn’t yet been written wrapped around his chest. I enjoyed how Tine’s obliviousness in the show carries over to this fic. 

Only Mr. Chic would have a song no one had ever fucking heard of permanently etched on his chest. For fuck's sake .

Still, he waves it off, and he tries not to look too closely at other people's marks. Tries being the key word. He doesn't envy the elegant watercolors of a guitar pick and an open novel he catches sight of on the wrists of some couple's interlinked hands when he's in town. And he certainly doesn't envy the dude he once saw in a coffee shop with the words " I hate you " scrawled across the back of his neck. But yeah, okay, he might be a little jealous of the people who are lucky enough to have something as simple as their soulmate's name on their skin. That definitely isn't fair.

"Why couldn't it at least have been a Scrubb song?" he asks the mirror as he wipes it clear shower-born condensation. The mirror and him are well acquainted with this conversation by now. In fact, the mirror sees the stupid mark more than anyone, so it might as well put up with his equally stupid questions. "It could have been 'Together.' Just think of it, how romantic it would be to meet some cute girl's eyes after bumping into them at a concert, my favorite song playing . . ." He draws a nail over the winding bars of the music on his chest, frowning. "That would be so much easier."

18. Drown Your Sorrows by HyacinthsSoul - 2gether/Theory of Love - Sarawat and Third meet at a bar and bond over being in love with oblivious men.

“No, he’s an angel,” Sarawat says. “Unfortunately he’s a very stupid, very straight angel.”

“Mine’s stupid too,” the other man admits. “But definitely no angel. I’m Third, by the way,” he adds, offering a slender hand to shake.

“Sarawat,” says Sarawat. “Can I buy you another? I think we’re drinking the same thing, although I can’t remember what it’s called.”

20. ** Your Body Is My Instrument by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~12,000 words, explicit - This fic does a good job doing what, in this reccer’s humble opinion, the series failed to: showing Tine attracted to Sarawat. There’s great first time sex and some fun sexual tension. Plus, we get to see them switch off, which is extremely rare in BL. And most importantly: hand kink.

It starts innocently enough. Or, well, innocently enough for a guy whose first words to him were, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kiss you till you drop.” So, you know. It starts kinda like that.

They’ve been officially dating for a grand sum total of three days and altogether not that much has changed. Except that Sarawat touches him more now. Normally this would be fine, no big deal, right? But Sarawat has magic, evil hands, and apparently all he has to do is glance Tine’s way to deduce the exact right places and ways to touch Tine to drive him up the fucking wall.

And the worst part is it’s almost never the same place or the same way twice, and the only warning Tine ever gets is that sneaky little glint Sarawat gets in his eyes just before he does it, the bastard.

MY ENGINEER

21. Cool Boy(friend) by HyacinthsSoul - Ram/King - ~22,000 words, explicit - So this is technically a WIP, but each chapter feels like a completed fic without a cliffhanger or anything. This is a very sweet, comfortable story about King and Ram getting to know each other as their relationship develops.

In the selfie King sends, he’s holding up a full shot glass while someone’s arm reaches into the frame to hand him another kind of drink, something tall with a straw and a paper umbrella. Ram frowns. Whose arm is that? The person is wearing a red long-sleeved shirt, which doesn’t match what any of their friend group was wearing, and the engineer bar doesn’t offer table service.

Frowning, Ram looks back through the previous photos until he spots a detail he’d overlooked before: a red-shirted man at a neighboring table. He’s visible in the background of two or three pictures taken by Tee, and in each of them he’s staring intently at King.

Not that it’s any of Ram’s business. Not that he cares.

HISTORY3: TRAPPED

22. it’s too late (to turn back now) by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~7200 words, general audiences - Canon divergence fic where Tang Yi pushes Shao Fei away after he saves Hong Ye in order to try and protect him. Shao Fei reacts to that about as well as you’d expect.

“Tang Yi, what do you mean-“

“I think you’ve fooled around for long enough,” Tang Yi interrupts, his voice cold, nothing like the man who had dabbed at his lips with a cotton bud last night, the man who had smiled at him when he made the cannon joke.

“You’ve disrupted my life, and the life of my family and friends in the past few weeks, Meng Shao Fei. This has gone for long enough,” he continues, unwavering. “I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. Take a good rest here in the hospital, and I’ll get someone to pack up your things back at the house. Jack will deliver it back to your apartment.”

23 + 24. ** just waiting, waiting (on you) and between you and me by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~16,000 words, general audiences - These are stories about how Shao Fei and the rest of the gang deal over the years when Tang Yi is in jail. Found family fics are my jam, so I loved this.

The thing is, it’s been almost three months of this. 90 days, give or take. 2,160 hours. 129,600 minutes. And more than 7 million seconds of this — not having Tang Yi at his side.

Shao Fei wonders for a moment if he will ever stop seeing Tang Yi in every corner of the house. When he comes down the stairs in the morning, some part of him expects to see Tang Yi standing at the kitchen island with a bright smile, asking him if he wants jam with his toast that morning. Shao Fei sees Tang Yi in that apron he loves, cooking at the stove when he fixes himself dinner, alone in the spacious kitchen. Seeing Tang Yi’s favourite blue bathrobe, Shao Fei can almost see Tang Yi leaving the bathroom, his hair all wet and falling over his eyes.

25. amuse bouche by sarahyyy - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~2400 words, general audiences - This is more of Jack seducing Zhao Zi through food and attention. So basically an extension of the show. Mother hen Jack is the cutest.

“Jack?” Zhao Zi murmurs blearily. “Why are you here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jack shoots back, herding Zhao Zi back into the house. He checks for Zhao Zi’s temperature with the back of his hand. “Fever?”

“Just the flu for now, I think?” Zhao Zi says.

Jack purses his lips. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“I had some bread earlier?” Zhao Zi says, but he also looks shifty enough that Jack mostly takes it with a grain of salt.

26. Absolutely Nothing Goes Wrong by anon - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~4500 words, teen - This is an AU where Zhao Zi is the son of a rival mob boss, but he’s still, you know HIMSELF. And when his father says he’s useless, he decides to prove him wrong by seducing Tang Yi’s second-in-command. It’s absolutely adorable.

The man pulled him by the arm, resisting Zhao Zi’s attempts to unhook his claws without causing a scene.

“Hey, stop grabbing me!” he shouted, as the other man played deaf.

“While I admit this is a very loud bar, I didn’t think it was quite so easy to mishear what this young man just yelled straight into your ear,” a newcomer who’d witnessed their conflict said lightly as he walked up to them. His words were accompanied by a wide, almost chilling smile. Zhao Zi blinked once and the odd peculiarity of that smile vanished, leaving just a regular smile in its place. He must’ve just been imagining things under the harsh shadows of the dimly lit bar.

AND +2

Because I’m shameless, I’ll add my own two fics to the end, if you’re interested.

WHY R U?

27. Sorry A Thousand Times - Fighter/Tutor - ~3200 words, explicit - This is a canon divergence for the series finale. I needed more catharsis after the intensity of episode 12.

Tutor narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides. He took a deep breath. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before you listen?” he asked. I don’t know how many more times I can bring myself to say it.

“Only once,” Fight said and then added, “if you mean it.”

Tutor crossed his arms over his chest and said, “What makes you think I don’t mean it now?”

The corner of Fight’s mouth turned up and he took a step closer. Tutor stumbled back until he was stopped by his legs hitting the edge of the bed. Fight reached out a hand and gently ran the back of his fingers over the line of Tutor’s jaw.

Until We Meet Again

28. Dream On - Win/Team - 8900 words, explicit - Takes place alongside show canon, so that we see how the bed sharing began and how Win and Team’s relationship developed over that year.

“Do you want to do well tomorrow?” Win asked, throwing one of his legs over both of Team’s.

“Yes,” Team said as he did his best to put some space between them on the tiny mattress.

“Then you need to get some sleep. I’m helping.”

“How is this helping?” Team demanded.

“Would you stop…” Win said, shifting closer every time Team pulled away. “Five minutes, Team. Just be still for five minutes, okay?”

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

66 and Stanlon?!?!

Amelia my dear, enjoy some cute stanlon with side reddie. I hope you like it :P

66. This is the part where you ask me out on a date and I say yes.

Stan was stacking up some decorations when he caught movement through the glass. He looked up and saw two familiar faces making their way to Parties To Go, the party supply store he and Eddie worked at. 

"Eddie your boyfriend's back!" 

Eddie walked out of their storage room, glaring at Stan. "Shut up Stan. Richie's not my boyfriend."

"How did you even know I was talking about Richie?" Stan smirked making Eddie roll his eyes. He stepped on his tiptoes to look at Richie, he was almost at the door now. "I'm actually impressed. He actually made it two days without stopping by."

Eddie shook his head, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face. "One day. He stopped by yesterday while you were on your lunch break." 

Stan snorted. "Never mind."

"Looks like he dragged Mike with him this time." Eddie said, smirking at Stan. "Who knows? This might actually be the day he finally mans up and asks you out."

Stan felt his cheeks flare up. "And maybe this will be the day you finally say yes to Richie asking you out." 

Eddie also blushed and just then, the bell above the door chimed.

"Eddie my love! I'm back!" Richie shouted, walking up to the counter. "I've missed you."

"You were here yesterday." Eddie said deadpan, but Stan could tell he was fighting off a smile. 

"And you've grown cuter ever since." He said, jumping up on the counter and getting all up on Eddie's face who tried -and failed- to pretend he didn't like it. 

"And you've grown more annoying." Stan said, making Richie turn towards him.

"Staniel, lovely as always." Richie said, smiling at Stan. He nudged Mike who had been silent since walking in, watching his friend with amusement and stealing shy glances at Stan. "Ain't that right Mikey?"

Stan watched as Mike blushed and he felt his stomach flutter. "Yeah." He said in the quietest voice before meeting Stan's eyes. "Hi Stan."

"Hi Mike." Stan answered with a smile. 

Richie cooed and Eddie hit him in the ribs. "So what brings you here this time?" Eddie asked. "Another baby shower? Gender reveal party? Your grandma's 100 birthday?"

All of them excuses Richie had already used to come visit Eddie at the store, most of the times dragging Mike along. 

"Nope, none of that. It's my pet snake's birthday."

Both Stan and Eddie raised their eyebrows and Mike let out a snort. 

"You better not be setting up for a joke about your dick." Stan said, flatly. Richie barked out a laugh. 

"Ha! Your mind Stan! I hadn't even thought of that. No, no I'm serious. It's Pretzel's birthday and I need balloons. The long green ones so they look like him."

"You're ridiculous." Eddie rolled his eyes but walked around the counter, grabbing Richie's arm. "Come on I'll show you where they are." And dragged Richie away. 

Stan turned to Mike, eyes narrowed. "Does he even have a pet snake?"

Mike snorted. "He does, yeah." 

"And is it really his birthday?" 

"Nah, he's just running out of excuses." Mike said, leaning on the counter. "He thinks he's getting close to wearing Eddie down. I hope he's right." 

It was Stan's turn to snort. "Are you getting tired of him dragging you here?"

Mike bit his bottom lip, smiling shyly at Stan. "Not really."

"Oh. Do you also have a reason to keep coming back?" Stan said, also leaning on the counter and bringing their faces close. The proximity must have been too much for Mike because he leaned back slightly, clearing his throat nervously, hand hanging from his neck. 

"Uh. I actually need a card for a- a friend's party."

Stan tried to mask his disappointment behind the smile he put on for their regular customers even though Mike was more than that. He had been showing up for almost as long as Richie, which was a couple of weeks and while their two friends bickered and flirted in their own weird way, they would laugh at them in between getting to know each other talking about college and friends and family. 

Stan had been waiting for Mike to ask him out for a while, sure that he was interested but it still hadn't happened. Stan was starting to wonder if it ever would. He might need to make a move himself. 

"I can help with that." He said, guiding Mike toward the aisle where the cards were. 

There, Mike rummaged around, checking his options while Stan made himself busy, trying to keep himself from staring at Mike's ass in those jeans while he bent down. 

"When is your friend's party?" 

"Saturday. Her boyfriend is throwing her a party for her birthday." Mike said flatly.

Stan chuckled. "You don't sound so excited."

Mike shrugged, picking a card and straightening up. "It's not that I don't want to go, I love both Ben and Bev but she's been bugging me about going out with people and she said there's a friend she wants to introduce me to at that party." He said, scrunching up his nose. "And I'm not looking forward to that."

Stan perked up, moving closer to Mike. "Why don't you take someone with you?" 

"Because I'm terribly single." Mike said with a huff. "And I'm terrible at that- at asking people out."

"I've noticed." Stan muttered, quietly.

"What?"

"Nothing nothing." Stan said, brushing him off and offering a smile. 

"Maybe I should ask Richie for help. He's been asking Eddie out since the first time he saw him."

"And how many times did Eddie say yes?" Stan said raising an eyebrow.

Mike laughed, a hearty laugh that made Stan's heart beat rapidly. "Good point. But at least he puts himself out there you know? I'm just too afraid that a guy doesn't like me back that I never get around to ask him- them." Mike said, not meeting Stan's eyes and fidgeting with the card in his hands. 

Stan perked up, hoping that he was reading the situation right, he moved closer to Mike. "You know? You'll never know if you don't ask him. And between you and me-" Stan smiled up at him. "He's an idiot if he doesn't like you." 

Mike choked on his spit and tried to hide it behind a cough. "Uh. Um. Okay." 

When he didn't say anything else, Stan chuckled, finding Mike's nerves endearing. 

"Mike?" He asked and Mike hummed, his eyes darting between Stan's eyes and his lips. Stan licked them just to mess with him. "This is the part where you ask me out on a date and I say yes."

Mike's eyes widened and he let out a nervous laugh. "I- I told you I'm bad at this." He took a deep breath. "Fine okay. Stan would you like to go out with me?" 

Stan smiled. Finally. "Yes Mike I would love to."

"And maybe if the date goes well would you come with me to Bev's party?"

"You're thinking about a second date already?" Stan teased. 

"And a third and a fourth. If you want of course." 

Before Stan could tell him that yes, he would like that very much, they heard Eddie and Richie's bickering getting closer. 

"Come on, I'll ring that up for you." Stan said, grabbing the card from Mike. Then he got an idea and instead of turning around and heading for the register, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of Mike's mouth. "Actually just take it. It's on the house, you and Richie are our most frequent customers after all."

Mike laughed, blushing again but grabbing the card. Richie strutted over to them, looking pretty proud of himself. 

"Guess who just scored a date with the cutest guy on earth?" 

Mike and Stan exchanged a look and both said, "I did." 

Richie paused, stared at the two of them and barked a laugh. "Well well well. Congratulations ya lovebirds, but I meant me. I finally wore Eddie down and he said yes to a date." 

Stan snorted. "So basically you annoyed him into going out with you." 

"I'm too fucking happy right now to care about your sarcasm Stan the man." Richie said then he clapped Mike on the shoulder. "Come on Mikey I need an outfit for Bev's party. I need to really impress Eds." 

"You invited Eddie to the party?" 

Richie nodded. "Let me guess, you invited Stan?" They both nodded. "Aw it will be like a double date, fuck yeah!" He said then started to drag Mike away. "Now say goodbye to your boy here, we need to get you a killer outfit too." 

Mike waved at Stan but before they could leave he grabbed a card from the stand and with one of the pens he kept in his shirt pocket he wrote down his phone number and gave it to Mike.

"Fucking adorable!" Richie said, pushing Mike towards the door. He waved at Stan.

Stan watched them leave, smiling and knowing it wouldn't take long before they came back. They might not need an excuse now but they definitely had two good reasons to return.

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[gxenbev]

Reddie Prom AU

Based on this headcanon: https://gxenbev.tumblr.com/post/613860178007326720/hc-that-richie-and-bev-bond-over-reality-tv-and

Hope you enjoy!

“Richie, stop squirming,” Bev said around the pins in her mouth.

“I’m trying, Miss Scarlet,” Richie whined. When he suggested remaking Fashion Runway dresses, he hadn’t anticipated standing in front of Beverly for hours while she pinned layer after layer of fabric over him.

“Patience, Richard,” she mumbled as she stuck him with a pin for the fourth time in five minutes.

“Ouch! Watch it, Bevvie,” he screeched.

“Sorry,” she said, setting the pins down and stepping back to admire her work.

Richie looked down, but all he could see was a mass of ruffles surrounding his lower half. He looked up at her with curious eyes, but Beverly only smiled.

“We’re not even close to done, are we?” he asked.

“Nope,” she laughed, beginning to cut more crimson fabric.

“Maybe Eddie will finally think I’m hot,” Richie giggled. 

“He already thinks you’re hot, dumbass.”

“Is that what he says when he’s talking to you on the phone instead of cuddling with me?”

“Guess he loves me best,” Beverly shrugged.

Eddie wasn’t a fan of Fashion Runway. Richie thought he would love it, considering Eddie was the most judgmental person he knew, and that was ninety-eight percent of the show. Since Eddie wouldn’t indulge in his guilty pleasure show, he and Beverly watched it together.

“Will this eventually look like a dress?” Richie asked. Richie was confident in Beverly’s skills, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to move with the tight layer of fabric hugging his waist when she was finished,

“I sure hope so,” she mumbled.

“Next time, we’re doing this to Stan,” Richie whined.

Beverly laughed. Getting Stan to stand still and be patient wouldn’t be an issue like it was with Richie. Getting Stan to agree to wear something besides neat, pressed khakis and polos was the problem.

“That would be hilarious. I think we could wrestle Eddie into a mini skirt.”

Richie blushed. “Do I want to see Eddie in a mini skirt.”

“Oh, you definitely want to see Eddie in a mini skirt. Straighten your shoulders, I need to work on the bodice.”

“I think Tim Gunn would be proud, Bevvie,” he chuckled. 

Beverly took the red, lacy fabric and pinned it around Richie’s middle. There was a plain white, silky layer underneath the lace. She decided to pin it tight and leave it sleeveless.

“Open back or no?” Beverly asked.

“Damn, I don’t know. I just want it to stay on.”

Beverly called the boys earlier and told them to stop by for dinner just so she could show off her creation, but Richie was even more pumped than she was. 

Beverly continued to work for the next couple of hours while an antsy Richie wiggled around. She placed pins, took them out, sewed the pieces together, ripped seams, ruffled, ripped, and ironed fabric. By the time she was finished, she was exhausted and wiped a line of sweat from her brow.

“Alright, Richie, go look in the mirror.”

Richie carefully walked to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room, cautious of the mass of red layers surrounding his legs. He was absolutely stunned by his appearance. He looked amazing. Better than he ever thought he could look.

“Bevvie,” he started.

“You like it?” 

“I love it,” he told her, turning around to smile at her.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what we’re going to do with it after we show the boys.”

“Its worth just keeping around,” he said, twirling around in the mirror to watch the ruffles fly around him.

“Don’t rip it,” Beverly warned him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, still dazed by the dress.

When the others arrived, Richie opted to stay upstairs and make a big entrance.

“Where the hell is Richie?” Eddie asked.

“Scheming,” Beverly deadpanned and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Gentlemen,” they heard Richie yell from the top of the stairs. “You aren’t prepared for the beauty you’re about to witness.”

Richie walked down the stairs as properly as his lanky limbs would let him, holding his head high and keeping his shoulders as stiff as possible. He did a little wave as all the Losers stared.

“Beverly, how the fuck did you get him to stay still long enough to make that?” Ben exclaimed.

“It wasn’t easy.”

“Hey!” Richie squawked. “You’re supposed to be admiring my beauty right now.”

“It looks fantastic, Bev,” Mike said. 

“It looks great. Even better if it wasn’t on Richie,” Stan laughed and ruffled his hair when Richie gave him a mean look.

They all admired Bev’s handiwork for a little while longer before Bill said, “Its lovely. Such a shame Richie doesn’t have the balls to wear it in public.”

Eddie giggled and Richie glared. “Says who?”

“You wouldn’t,” Beverly laughed, making Richie frustrated.

“Sure I would,” Richie stated, not one to be insulted like this. Of course he had the balls to do it.

“Okay then, how about you wear that to prom?” Stan suggested.

Richie could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He couldn’t wear this to prom. He could only imagine all the horrid things Bowers would say, but he also couldn’t back down. He had a reputation to never back down from a dare, and he wouldn’t ruin it for shit.

Richie looked at Eddie. Prom was next week and he asked Eddie a month ago. He gladly accepted, but now Richie wasn’t so sure he even wanted to go. Eddie didn’t seem to care. He was laughing along with everyone else at the horrified look on Richie’s face.

“You won’t,” Stan said, crossing his arms.

Richie didn’t want to, but he would do anything to wipe that smug smile off Stan’s face.

“I will. I’m going to. Just help me out of this fucking thing so I can take it home.”

Richie tried to keep a steady face as Beverly helped him step out of the dress and handed him back his t-shirt and jeans, but he was feeling apprehensive as fuck. What would people say? Word spreads fast in Derry.

He took the dress home and hung it in the closet before going to bed, but it stared back at him through the open door. He couldn’t sleep. He got up and shut the closet door, but it didn’t help.

When Saturday rolled around, Richie knew he couldn’t procrastinate any longer. He had to look at the dreaded thing. He carefully pulled the dress out of his closet and laid it on the bed. He looked around for a pair of dress shoes, and really wish he went shopping earlier. He pulled his cleanest pair of chucks out from under his bed and decided they’d have to do. 

Richie cautiously stepped into the dress. It was mostly open back, so he could zip it up without any help. He turned around and looked in the mirror. He had to admit, he looked pretty nice, but his hands were shaking and his eyes look even bigger than usually behind his giant glasses.

Richie went straight for the hair gel once he stepped into the bathroom. He tried relentlessly to tame his mess of curls, but he didn’t have much luck. He parted it the best he could instead of leaving it in shaggy bangs across his forehead and called it good. It looked better than it usually did, which was the most he could ask for.

Eddie was picking Richie up before going to get their other friends. Richie didn’t have a car, which he whined about constantly, but Eddie bummed one off a family friend once he finally convinced Sonia he was a safe driver. 

When he heard the doorbell ring from upstairs, he rushed to get it, almost tripping on the crimson fabric falling to his ankles.

“Eds,” he grinned as he opened the door.

Richie was silent for the first time since he met Eddie. He looked stunning. His suit was neat and pressed and wore a little red bowtie that matched Richie’s dress. His hair was neatly combed and gelled and his wide smile made him look even better.

“You’re actually going to wear it,” Eddie laughed.

“Of course I fucking am,” Richie replied charismatically. “Ready to get the others?”

Eddie nodded and took Richie’s hand in his own. From inside the house, his mother called, “Richard! Your legs are gonna get cold!”

“I’ll be fine, Ma. Love you!” he called back before shutting the door and clambering into the passenger side of Eddie’s car.

Eddie looked over the console at Richie and frowned. He took Richie’s hand in his own and squeezed it tight.

“You look beautiful,” he reassured. Richie relaxed his shoulders a little, hoping Eddie wouldn’t worry about him. “What are you worried about, ‘Chee?”

Richie shrugged, but Eddie threw him a questioning look. He couldn’t get anything past Eddie, and he usually didn’t try. He trusted him with everything, and he could never lie to him.

“Bowers, I guess,” he whispered. 

“Oh ‘Chee, I don’t think Bowers will even show up to prom,” Eddie said.

Richie nodded. “But what if others tell him?”

Eddie squeezed his hand again. “If Bowers comes at you, I’ll beat his ass.”

Richie rolled his eyes. “Babe, you’re like, almost a midget.”

“Fine, I’ll get Mike to beat his ass. He has ‘farm muscles.’”

Richie laughed. He felt safer with Eddie. He always had. Eddie was never anywhere near calm until he had to be for someone else, and that was one of the many things he loved about him. 

When they reached Stan’s house, Stan walked out the door looking as proper as ever. His hair was gelled neatly and he wore a light blue tie with his simple gray suit.

“Goddamn, Richie. I never thought you would go through with it,” Stan smiled, climbing into the backseat.

“You underestimated me, Staniel. Maybe next time you’ll estimate me.” 

Stan rolled his eyes but continued, “I have to admit, you pull it off.”

They were headed to the dance after Eddie picked up Mike. Bill and Beverly were riding with Ben. Eddie held Richie's hand as they drove across Derry and didn’t let go until they reached the school.

Derry High School was never superly financially stable, but the decorations in the gymnasium looked nice. The room was flooded with blue and purple lights and silky looking drapery hung across the walls. It was more than Richie was expecting. The dark lights made it nearly impossible to pick people out of the crowd from a distance. Richie’s nerves started to evaporate.

Bev, Bill, and Ben arrived just after the others. Beverly’s fiery hair stood out even with the fancy lighting. She looked absolutely stunning. Richie knew she made her dress herself, too, and it was even more beautiful than any other outfit he’d seen that night.

“Wow Rich, I should make dresses for you more often,” she said, admiring how it looked, even with Richie’s beat-up converse.

Richie smiled. He forgot about worrying what people were going to think. He got a few compliments from random students, but he wasn’t truly listening. He was focused on his friends. 

Mike and Bill were dancing together. Richie saw Stan leave, and he thought he saw him on the other side of the gym with Patty Blum. He didn’t know her very well. She was in his calculus class, but they rarely talked. He didn’t even know Stan knew her.

Beverly and Ben were laughing as Beverly tried to convince her boyfriend to dance. Richie shook his head. Shy Ben would do anything to make Beverly smile.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Eddie asked, tugging Richie towards the center of the room to dance.

“How good you look in that suit,” Richie said, waggling his eyebrows. Eddie dropped his hand and turned away, but Richie caught his shoulder and turned him back around. He giggled and bent down on one knee. “May I please have this dance, my spaghetti?”

“You’re so goddamn dramatic,” Eddie responded, pulling Richie up and putting his arms around his neck. He pulled him in close as Richie settled his hands on Richie’s waist. More couples flooded to the dance floor as the songs got slower and slower.

“Remember when you said you would never go to prom in middle school because you thought it was stupid?” Richie teased.

Eddie blushed, looking down at his nice dress shoes next to Richie’s chucks. “Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting someone to go with me then.”

Richie leaned closer to press a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “I was expecting it.”

He wasn’t lying. He imagined taking Eddie to prom with him for years. 

[stellarbisexual]

38 for reddie?

cop/person getting a speeding ticket au

Sooooooo I went way off script for this prompt. Hahaha. Hope you still enjoy!

***

“Nope.  Nope nope nope nope nope.”  Stan’s instantly waving his hands in front of his face and walking away from the front door as soon as he opens it.  

“What?” Richie says, smiling innocently from where he’s taking up the entire loveseat, a paper penis hat tipped precariously atop his nest of dark curls.  

Stan hisses at him through clenched teeth.  “I said no strippers, Richie!  Come on.”

The cop at the door–”cop,” though the stripper uniform looks pretty damn realistic–looks slightly dejected.  

Richie purses his lips and feigns confusion.  “We were getting pretty rowdy; I think you should see what the officer wants before we all get arrested.”  He leans over, nearly tipping over the side of the couch, taking in the compact, adorable fake cop, all big brown eyes, thick eyebrows, soft hair, and pink lips, still standing obediently on Stan’s porch.  “Are you trained to use excessive force?”  He waggles his brows.  The stripper rolls his eyes, though he’s smiling, Richie notes with satisfaction.

Stan growls in frustration, throwing his hands up and ushering Stripper Cop into his house and shutting the door behind him.  “Fine, come on in, I know this isn’t going to stop until you do.”

“Are you sure?” the guy asks, and Richie smiles at his cute raspy voice, taking his entrance as an opportunity to eye him up some more.

“No, but I’m assuming my idiot best man,” Stan gestures toward Richie, who bows grandly, “already paid for your services, so.  Make yourself at home,” Stan huffs.  “Just don’t give me a lapdance; I’m off limits.”  He mutters to himself as he makes his way back across the living room to his favorite recliner: “All I want is a quiet night playing poker with my closest friends, I said.”

“And you got it, Stan the Almost Married Man.”  Richie sits up straight and pours himself another couple of fingers of scotch.  “This right here is a present from the best man to himself.”

“Emily Post would be so impressed,” the stripper drawls through a smirk as he scrolls through what Richie can only assume is a playlist on his phone.  He supposes now that his cover is blown, there’s no point in him carrying on the cop roleplay charade.

Stan cracks up at that remark, actually slapping one of his knees.

“No idea who that is, but I gather from the context ‘twas a dig at me.”  Richie pouts.  “I’m hurt, Officer Cutiepie.”

“I take it all back,” Stan says when he finally recovers from his laughing fit.  “You can stay as long as you like–what’s your name?”

“Eddie.”  Stripper Cop awkwardly reaches over to take Stan’s proferred hand.  

“Eddie!  Light of my life, fire of my loins–”

Beverly smothers her drunken laughter into a pillow.

“–I officially call first dibs on your professional sexy-dance services.”  Richie sits up as straight and tall as he can manage and spreads his knees in preparation.

“Sorry, Stringbean,” Eddie shoots back, the entire group losing their shit.  “If the groom declines, then it’s ladies first.  And if the best man’s over six feet tall, I’m afraid he doesn’t get a ride.”  He gives Richie a flirtatiously apologetic shrug.

Richie clutches his chest and collapses dramatically onto the loveseat.  “Benny,” he reaches over to scratch at Ben’s thigh, “Call the paramedics, seriously, I think I’m in love.  We may have a dual nuptial ceremony on Saturday!”

“Something tells me that proposal’s gonna get shot down, Rich,” Ben says, not unkindly, nursing his own glass of scotch.

“Something tells me your friend is right,” Eddie smiles, sauntering over to Beverly’s chair as the opening beats to That’s the Way Love Goes by Janet Jackson emanate from the tiny speakers he’s set up.

Beverly gasps and starts dancing a little in her seat.  “Unexpected musical selection.”

“Keepin’ it real classy, Eds.  Seems unfair, though, that the biggest lesbian in the room should get the first dance.”

“Fuck you,” Bev chuckles, flicking some water from her glass at Richie.  

“I think the biggest lesbian should always get the first dance.”  Eddie smiles sweetly at Bev and starts grinding over her lap.

“Okay, Eddie’s officially my favorite.”  Bev lets her hands be guided to his hips.  “I may beat you to that proposal, Rich.”

“If it’s a sexless marriage, I’m down.”  Eddie rolls his hips, clutching his fake nightstick to keep it from banging against his thigh.  

Richie rolls over onto his back, his scotch perched on his chest, though his face is turned to Eddie, eyes roving his figure as it moves skillfully.  “Shot down twice in one night.  I may never recover.”

“What do you think?” Eddie asks Bev playfully.  “Should I pay him some attention?”

“It’s a slippery slope, Eddie,” Ben smiles.

Beverly silently urges Eddie over to the loveseat, where he plants a knee on either side of Richie’s hips and starts unbuttoning his shirt.  A dopey smile spreads across Richie’s face.  He slips off one of his rings and holds it out to Eddie.  “Ma cherie.”

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