#I thought the fic was done but it told me it needed to be gayer

[asexualasshat]

Excerpt from my Buckingham wip

(this is actually a 2nd chapter to Take your Time, We've got all Night)

“Steve was right, your window is really easy to get it through.”

Robin startled, barely stopping herself from falling off the bed. The second she righted herself, she rushed towards the window to help Chrissy the rest of the way in. “You climbed up here with a broken arm?” she whispered, shock not disappearing in the low volume.

“Sort of. Steve helped boost me.” Chrissy said, gesturing out the window

“Steve boosted-” she stumbled over to look outside. Steve stood right by her tree, waving up as soon as he spotted her. She shot him an incredulous look. He only whisper-shouted back that he loved her before scampering off.

Her smile was nervous, shoulders slouching. “He said it would be okay with you if I maybe stay here tonight. If it’s not I can-”

Robin rambled, “No, of course it’s okay. Great, actually. Perfect. Definitely stay here.” Taking a shaky breath once she ran out of air.

[honey-mumbled-hymns]

"art isn't art until someone says it is." "IT'S ART!" - Mona Lisa Smile, 2003

This is my first little post on here so, take it easy on me. please.

A couple months ago I was watching Mona Lisa Smile (I'm an educator and got bit by the School Film Bug and this is one of my favorites) when I suddenly thought, "Gosh, I wish someone would have added in a little gay sub plot."

And it hit me. Maybe someone did!

I cannot be the only person on this earth that looked at Betty and Giselle and went, "yea, that would make a KILLER enemies to lover story!"

And, dear reader, I was not alone!

I logged onto AO3 and BAM! There it was... well there were only 6 but there they were! Real, written and (as far as I am aware) completed works on my favorite little pairing in my favorite little teacher film.

And I read them all in one sitting. I have no self restraint.

And I told my partner, "You know what, I will make a tumblr and I will review these 6 fics as my first real post!" That was months ago and today felt like a good day to make that happen!

Disclaimer to all: I am not someone who considers themself a "great writer/reviewer" but I will say that I enjoy consuming media, especially movies. And I enjoy thinking about how to make things gayer SOOooo, here we are!

Let's do this thing!

I do not want to rank these as I review. I did at first but in doing so I felt like I was doing these all a disservice? It would feel like I was pitting them against one another and these is so little wlw things in media that to rate fanfic against one another feels... bad? haha so here we go.

!!SPOILERS FOR THESE FICS UP AHEAD!! (you've been warned)

In order of links as they pop up in the search:

#1 - Future Homemakers of America (100 Words)

This fic is 100 words and it BROKE me yall... I was devastated by the last little paragraph. I mean even the summary kills me. I did think a lot about the movie, The Hours, when reading this for some reason... (I know the reason, I'm just going to get sad and will not elaborate ha!) Overall, great for 100 words!

#2 - Not All Who Wander Are Aimless (3,478 Words)

This is 7 chapters of Betty coming to terms with who she is and it is done... SO artfully! I love reading about her being imperfect and trying to change despite how her mother raised her. Powerful and beautiful! This one has spicy scenes, nothing too smutty if I remember correctly! The comp het is also so real ah. The way it is written/formatted, is also very well done. It feels more like you're reading a poem than a fic and I really enjoyed that. The voice in it draws you in, ah!

#3 - The Spark of Enduring Flame (2,584 Words)

Oh this one is a little steamy, haha. I enjoyed this one more for the setting and pace of it all! Having them get cold during a snow storm is a classic little rom-com moment and I was all here for it! The smut is small but it is there and it is gentle. Also, the opening line and then the candles being done after their night, p o e t r y.

#4 - Repentance (1,065 words)

A very different twist here. Betty taking on Spencer in court is just what I needed after those credits rolled! No relationship for Betty and Giselle BUT we do have Giselle getting a partner and still being a steady friend for Betty, and that's still solid! The mention of Amanda Armstrong (first but not last in our list of fics) was exciting and then got real sad. Having Betty go to apologize at her grave for what she did to her feels like a good step for Betty.

#5 - The Girls in No. 8 (3,377 Words)

OKAY, this one charmed me so much haha. The author has a series where they are telling stories in this apartment building and (if I remember correctly) have some OCs they add in. In this one, Betty and Giselle move in across this apartment of Nurses and they all think the two girls are dating. Anyways, Amanda Armstrong shows up at one point and it just ties everything together in a way I never expected?! I was so charmed and pleasantly surprised by the setting and the back and forth between the apartments. A genuinely fun read! (Also, the author has another smaller fic about Miranda Priestly from The Devil Wears Prada, being the lady that hires Angel, from RENT, to play until the dog jumps and that was silly and a crossover I didn't expect but made sense aha!)

#6 - Calico Girl (5,401 Words)

This one threw me a bit, I wont lie, but it led to a whole new ship for me haha. The premise is really interesting and follows Giselle getting a crush on an OC the author made. Now, this I will admit is my own bias, but if I was putting an OC into a fic, I would have her fall in love with the character I had picked from the show. I was a bit thrown when all the build up between Giselle and the OC ended sour. The build up of community and realization is still really good and worth the read because then we get Giselle and Connie?! And, honestly, I'm upset I didn't consider it until I read this one... cuz now, like what if I find more fics under that pair?! ah, it is still gorgeously written and broken up into small sections that keep drawing you in. So worth the read. Also, the kiss Connie gets is the best ha!

AND THAT DOES IT, I think...

I really just wanted to share some thoughts. And I did, so I'm done? I might do this again if I find another pair with less then 10 fics to their name haha.

Please give the movie a watch if you haven't seen it! It really is one of my favorite teacher movies. I watch it at least once a year and can't get enough of it. The soundtrack is also so good! Tori Amos is on it, iconic.

Anyways, thanks for reading this, if you read the fics, let me know what you think!

[wordstrings]

of sleep-warm skin and love requited

Written and submitted by @delicategoblin:

OK IM OFFICIALLY TERRIFIED BUT IVE EDITED THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF THIS AND I CANT FIND ANYTHING ELSE TO CHANGE SO UHHHHH HERE WE GO. uhhhh you don’t need to anonymize it I’m g with having my actual blog on here i’m just ,,, f r e a k i n g o u t . thank you again for this opportunity though cause i never would have done this otherwise,,,,also it’s kinda cringe i know but i’m fragile ok i needed the Bois being soft

Publisher’s note: The first official fic of I Fixed/Fic’d It: A Supernatural Fluffsgiving Event! I absolutely love this and it’s exactly what my heart needed.

Words: 1,700

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of sleep-warm skin and love requited

Soft puffs of warm air blew onto his chest, it blew the fine hairs that grew there against their follicles. It was an annoying, tickling sensation that made it feel like there was a bug crawling on him. He didn’t move, though, or adjust the sleeping hunter in his arms. It served as a grounding sensation, a reminder that the warm body lying next to him was just that; warm, breathing, alive.

“I c’n feel you look’n at me weird.” Dean’s sleepy voice cut through the gentle silence that hung around them. One sleepy green eye cracked open and he shifted, wrapping his arms around Castiel’s bare torso tighter and burying his nose into his sternum.

“I was admiring you,” Castiel protested indignantly and smiled at the muffled embarrassed noise Dean made against him.

“Less admiring, more sleeping.” He grumbled, and pressed a placating kiss to Cas’s throat. Castiel let out a contented hum and let his fingers glide up Dean’s muscled back, feather-light, and up to the nape of his neck.

“Quit it.” Dean shuddered and fell back onto the mattress with a bleary-eyed glare. Castiel shifted onto his side and smoothed his thumb over the crease in Dean’s forehead that resulted from his affronted expression. Dean didn’t comply with his silent request, and it was Cas’s turn to frown. He leaned down and pressed a tiny chaste kiss to the wrinkle, Dean just shied away and huffed.

“Dean,” Castiel squinted at the stubborn man beside him, who stuck his tongue out and made a point to draw his eyebrows even further - the crease became more prominent. Cas could almost laugh, but this was a challenge. A challenge he didn’t intend to back down from.

“Cas,” He mocked, pulling a face.

Oh, so that’s how it was.

Gears in Castiel’s head were turning, but before they could even quite slot into place, he was on top of Dean, pinning him to the mattress with his weight. Dean’s eyes widened, no longer half-shut with the remnants of sleep, and he sucked in a breath. Pupils blown wide, and Castiel grinned. Dean had a very wrong idea of what was about to happen.

“Dean, you’re very stubborn.”

Dean smirked and waggled his eyebrows, before quickly returning to his previous expression, complete with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

Castiel hummed as if he were deep in thought, tracing his index finger from Dean’s collarbone to his sternum. Dean cringed and pushed himself back into the mattress.

“Me? Well, I’m going to knock you down a peg or two, in a manner of speaking.” Castiel purred, resting all ten of his fingertips on his ribs, a salacious grin on his face.

“You, on the other hand,” He continued, gliding his hands down to rest at Dean’s sides. “You’re going to smile for me.”

Dean barely had time to swallow nervously before his senses were set alight by tingling, buzzing electricity. He bit his lip and squirmed, grappling with Castiel’s flitting hands.

“C-Cas, c-c’moHAH. Nonono, c’mohon man, this shit’s for kIDS.” His voice raised an octave when the ex-angel who was enjoying this way too much dug his infuriatingly skilled fingers into his tummy.

It took less than three minutes for Dean to be lost to laughter, punctured by the occasional ‘No!’ or ‘Cas!’ and things that were definitely not shrieks when his attacker got to a bad spot.

Cas, the bastard, was watching him with a big stupid smile on his face. It was so wide and genuine Dean couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad when he caught glimpses of his face amidst his thrashing.

“Cas! Cas, it’s like 4 am, stoho- nahaha CAHAHAS NOT THERE, YOUSONUVABIHIHITCH.” Dean cackled and threw his head back with laughter as Castiel’s hands shot into his armpits, he convulsed and clamped his arms down as hard as he could. Nothing could deter Cas’s determined digits.

When Dean’s breathing started sounding labored, Castiel retreated his hands and took to scritching at Dean’s lower belly. Tickling there, just above his waist-band, was the closest thing to giggling he thought Dean Winchester was capable of. His other hand, bored and itching to roam the squirming body beneath him, cupped Dean’s other side and stroked the skin there. There was another layer of squirming away added to Dean’s half-hearted struggle.

“Caaaas, quihihit playing with my chubby spots.” He whined through bubbling laughter. It was innocent enough, but Castiel knew this man well enough to tell the difference between a joke and genuine insecurity.

Castiel pursed his lips and abandoned his tickling, leaning forward to kiss the panting, red-faced mess. Dean was enthusiastic, cupping the back of Castiel’s head, meeting his kiss sloppily with an open mouth and obscene smacking sounds.

When Castiel pulled away, Dean’s hand kept him there; their faces just inches apart, noses brushing.

“You’re the single most beautiful creature in all of creation, Dean Winchester. Inside and out.” Castiel said firmly, cupping Dean’s jaw reverently and looking into his lover’s wide eyes. A faint blush dusted Dean’s cheeks and he dropped his gaze, shrugging, and grumbling. Cas used his hand to nudge Dean’s face back up and pressed kiss after kiss to Dean’s face. His forehead, each eyelid, his nose, his top, and bottom lip, and his chin.

“I’ve seen stars born,” Castiel murmured against his jaw, pressing another kiss to the stubbled skin.

“Galaxies formed,” Another kiss, this time to his neck, then his collarbone, then his sternum.

“Supernovas,” His chest, right over his heart.

“I witnessed the creation of the very first life forms,” His ribs.

“I’m older than time, older than this world, than the universe.” His diaphragm, his stomach, his hip.

“It’s you, Dean. Nothing I’ve ever seen, ever experienced, could ever hold a candle to you. I just wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

Dean sat completely still, watching Cas with twinkling eyes, he swallowed thickly and made to sit up, Cas climbed off him and Dean leaned forward, resting his head on Castiel’s shoulder.

“You mean that?” He whispered, taking Castiel’s hand and fiddling with his fingers. Castiel smiled and pressed a kiss to the crown of Dean’s head, nodding.

“Yes, Dean. I mean it.”

Castiel could hear the quiver in his breath when Dean inhaled deeply.

“That’s pretty gay, man.” He said shakily, pulling away from Castiel with a wobbly smile on his face.

“That it is. I’d venture to say what I’m about to say is gayer, though; I think your smile is especially beautiful. And your laugh.” Castiel added with a sly smile. Dean was quicker on the uptake, though, and before Cas could follow through on his plan, he found himself pinned to the mattress. Staring down a disgruntled Dean, who wasted no time in reaching behind him and kneading Castiel’s thighs.

He howled with laughter and grabbed blindly at Dean’s arms.

“DEAN! DEAN, STOHOHOP!” He bucked underneath the grinning man.

“You started it! And you were about to ambush me again.” He feigned offense, his words spoken around a laugh. His hands converged on Cas’s ribs and dug into the giggle-shriek-inducing spots between each bone.

Expertly, Dean took Castiel apart. Fingers seasoned with years of big-brother experience. His goal was to just tire Cas out to the point he wouldn’t be able to re-retaliate. Ten fingers scribbled across his belly and Cas was lost to giggles that Dean would never tire of hearing.

“Deheheannn, nahaha I’m sohOHORY!” He barely managed around an honest to god squeal that left his mouth when one of Dean’s curious fingers wiggled into his bellybutton.

“See, I just don’t think that’s true.” Dean tutted.

He could have continued on forever, sweet laughter and adorable attempts at an escape or a plea. But, now that Cas was human and oxygen was kind of a necessity, he made the mature decision (what can he say, falling in love changed him) to stop. He pulled away with a parting raspberry to the side of Cas’s neck, which made him shriek and jackknife under him.

“I didn’t bring you back from super hell just so you could tickle the shit out of me, you know,” Dean said, poking his hip. Cas flinched and rubbed a hand over his face, residual giggles still tumbling out of his mouth. He sighed and parted his fingers, peering up at Dean.

“Why did you bring me back, then?” He challenged. Dean glared down at him, but his gaze held no heat. Maybe some exasperation.

“You know why.”

Castiel pulled his hands away from his face and shrugged innocently.

“I don’t, actually.”

“I told you,” Dean huffed. Don’t ask why he was allowing himself to be swept up into Cas’s little game - maybe he liked it. Or maybe he felt guilty still.

“You told me lots of things - through wailing sobs, so it was hard to understand at times. Here; I’ll even make it easy for you. I love you…”

“I know,” Dean replied in a mocking, honeyed tone as he flopped back onto the mattress, pointedly shutting his eyes. Castiel let out a long-suffering sigh and lay back next to him, body curved around Dean’s; a perfect fit, like pieces of a puzzle slotting together. It was a shame Dean was being too much of a man-baby for Castiel to properly enjoy their compatibility and closeness at the moment.

“You’re impossible,” Cas murmured into the skin of Dean’s shoulder, reaching over to pinch at Dean’s waist. He curled away with a squeak that made Cas’s heart swell and grabbed his hands.

“No more tickling,” He pouted. The other man smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to Dean’s temple.

“No more tickling.” He agreed, nodding solemnly.

Then it was quiet again, peaceful. The soft sounds of Dean’s breaths were in sync with his own - the feeling of his heart beating was still alien to him, even though it wasn’t something he noted often.

“Hey, Cas?” Dean said quietly, fingering a mindless pattern on Castiel’s bicep, “I do. Love you, I mean.”

Castiel smiled and pressed his thumb gently into the give of Dean’s thigh, reveling in the softness, the warmth.

“I know.”

[talesfromthesnogbox]

Roses Are Red...

Summary: Eddie really can't explain why he brings a dozen red roses home for his friend on Valentine's Day. After Ch2 idiots to lovers fix-it fic.

Words: 2,409

AO3

Roses Are Red...

Eddie took a deep breath before opening the door to Richie’s (and now his) home. They’d been living together for over a year, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for one to bring home a surprise every once and a while, but this… this was Valentine's Day. 

“Eds!” He was immediately greeted by Richie’s voice from the kitchen. “Eds I’ve got a surprise for you—”

His voice trailed off as he watched Eddie approach, his arms full.

“Hi.”

Richie was stood at their kitchen island, covered in flour. “I… um… it’s Valentine's Day, so I figured we could make homemade pizza or something—what, what’s with the roses?”

Eddie looked down at his arms, almost as if he’d forgotten he was holding a bouquet of a dozen red roses. “Oh… um… I dunno.” He flushed.

Richie frowned. “Did someone at work give them to you?” He smiled when Eddie shook his head no. “So spaghedward has a secret admirer then?” 

Eddie scoffed at the other man. “No, I just… I picked them up on the way home from work. And these.” He held up a small pastry box, two red velvet cupcakes with plush white icing and red heart-shaped sprinkles on them. “I thought… well… I don’t know what I was thinking honestly.” 

The taller man gasped mockingly. “My oh my, mama, a gentleman’s brought me flowers!” Eddie rolled his eyes, he expected one of Richie’s ‘voices’ to make an appearance, but he wasn’t expecting blushing southern belle. 

“Shut up. What kind of pizza are you making?” 

Richie giggled, dusting flour over the surface of the dough to roll it back out. “I dunno, I just bought a bunch of toppings and figured we could make our own personal pizzas. Thought it could be a fun little thing for dinner.” He adjusted his glasses, averting his eyes as he spoke. “So, am I getting a little taste of what the missus was treated to on the day of romance?” 

Eddie frowned, searching the cabinets for a suitable vase. He eventually found a glass pitcher that would do the job. “Ex-missues. No, she didn’t like flowers, thought it would set off my non-existent allergies.”

“Oh. So you got them on the way just because?” 

“Yeah I guess. I’d never brought home flowers for anyone and, and I guess I just wanted to see what it felt like to bring home flowers for someone.” 

“Ohhhh so they are for me then, are they?” 

“No! They’re for… they’re for… us.” 

“Us?” Richie peered over the dough circle he was shaping in his hands.

“Yeah, you know, the two of us that live in this house.” He loosened his tie and sat across from Richie at the island.

“And what exactly convinced you, as a newly single man, to bring home a dozen red roses to your gay, very single and available roommate slash best friend?” 

Eddie threw his hands up, exasperated. The truth was, he didn’t really know why he decided to bring flowers home for Richie. He saw them on his way home and thought they’d be a nice gesture, but there was definitely a fluttering deep in his belly when the florist had asked if he was bringing them home to someone special. Richie was someone special in Eddie’s life, he always knew this was a fact, and never denied it, but just how special he was… Eddie didn’t even think he knew the answer to that.

“I don’t know, Rich, what do you want me to say?” 

Richie giggled. “Getting heated there shortstop? Chill Eds, I’m just messing with you. They’re beautiful, thank you.” He was definitely fishing for something, and Richie’s heart sank a little when Eddie immediately didn’t admit the roses meant something. But friends did things for their friends all the time for Valentine's Day, right? Ben used to make the Losers a homemade card each with a little poem, and Stan… well Stan didn’t do anything if he was being honest, but it seems like he got his footing now with Patty and their mini-Uris, still cooking in Patty’s belly. 

“I’m not… ugh, you’re welcome.” He was silent for a moment, watching Richie shape and form the soft pillows of dough into the perfect pizza rounds, thin crust just like Eddie liked it, and cheese stuffed crust on his own. 

“Would you like to come do the honours of topping your pizza Mr. Kaspbrak?” 

Eddie smiled and walked around the island to join Richie on the other side. “Sure, what do I do?” 

Richie handed him a spoon. The thing about Richie that surprised Eddie the most was how competent he was in the kitchen. There were definitely a few misses in his culinary escapades, but many, many more hits. He had a good handle on Italian, and Eddie trusted from the delicious smells wafting from the pot beside him that this homemade pizza sauce would be delicious. 

“Plop a little bit in the middle and spread it out. Not too much or the crust will be soggy. Yeah, just like that.” Richie handed him a bowl of shredded cheese and showed him how to sprinkle it evenly, dusting little flakes of oregano on top. It felt so domestic, moreso than it ever had, the two of them cooking together. Eddie couldn’t help but feel like he was catching a glimpse of what it would be like if Richie were more than just his friend, and it warmed him inside. He found himself leaning in to the taller man as he watched Eddie over his shoulder, his elbow bumping the soft belly just behind him. It was nice, and Eddie couldn’t deny that his heart got caught in his throat as Richie looked down at him with pride.

“Cool, so we’ll pop these in the oven and come back to them in a bit. What do you wanna do tonight loverboy?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. Just because I brought those stupid roses home.” 

Richie chuckled lowly. “Eddie K, king of romance. Who would have thought?” 

“You’re insufferable. I’m going to change, put a movie on or something.” 

When Eddie came back into the room, Richie was already lounging on the couch with Sixteen Candles loaded and ready to go. 

“Clearly sappy gestures of love aren’t your thing, so I figured a good old John Hughes throwback rom-com would be safe.” 

“Dude, would you just drop the roses thing already?” 

The oven timer beeped, and Richie jumped up to plate the pizzas.

Eddie sighed, dragging a hand across his face. For the tenth time in a matter of minutes, he questioned why he felt the need to bring Richie roses.

“I don’t know, okay?” 

“Sorry, what was that?” 

“I said I don’t know. Everyone at work was talking about the dinner reservations they’d made, and the fancy jewellery they’d bought their significant others, and I just… I don’t know, maybe I was jealous?” 

Richie frowned, taking a bite of his still too-hot pizza. “Jealous of what?” 

Eddie shrugged, searching for the words. “Jealous of how easy it seems to do something like that. I don’t know! And then when I was walking to my car, I just… I passed that florist, and something… something compelled me to go in. Maybe it could be that easy, but obviously it isn’t!” 

“Ooh you know me baby, I’ve always been easy.” Richie winked.

“But you really aren’t, asshole!” Eddie slapped a hand over his mouth, not feeling in control of what was coming out of it anymore. “I—I… Richie, what are we doing?” 

Richie’s eyes narrowed. He set his slice down and wiped the bits of sauce and crumb from the stubble on his chin. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean… I just… I feel like… Ugh I don’t know what I feel! Sometimes I’m fine, I’m great, life goes on like normal and I don’t think of you every second of the day, and then sometimes I walk past a flower shop and see red roses and it’s like something inside of me is just screaming to do something romantic. But the second you question me, I turn into this!”

Richie presses the tips of his fingers together, steepling them under his nose, deep in thought. “Eds. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here before I go and say something stupid, but is this… are you trying to tell me that you’re—”

“Maybe! I don’t… I don’t know. My coworkers, they just were talking about their wives and how amazing they were and all that, and I just wanted to gush about you. I wanted to tell them that you’re an amazing cook and how nice it feels when you massage a knot out of my shoulder after a run. And that sometimes I’ll lean into you on purpose when we’re just hanging out because I know that you love to hold people, and it feels so good when you hold me. And even though we’ve known each other for like thirty years, I’m still amazed by how much I learn about you every day, and I’m not sick of you! Even when we spend all day hanging out together, I take my time going to bed because I don’t want to leave your side.” 

Richie blinked. “Um… that sounded pretty gay Eds.” 

He threw his hands up. “Do you want me to get any gayer, because I can definitely go there if you want.” 

Richie’s eyebrows raised into his hairline. “Wow. How much gayer can you go?” 

Eddie stared at him incredulously. “Do you know how nice your ass is?” 

“Woah! Eds, okay yeah, that’s pretty gay! How long have you been bottling this all up?” 

“Dude, how long have you known me?” 

Richie chuckled. “I know you’ve always been a tight-ass with a tight ass if that’s what your asking.”

“No, Rich, I’m saying—I don’t know what I’m saying. This is dumb. Forget this conversation ever happened please.” 

“Are you kidding me? Mr. Squats-at-the-gym-every-day told me I have a nice ass, I’m wearing that with pride. C’mon Eds, what are you thinking in that tiny little head of yours.” 

“I’m thinking you use humour as a coping mechanism and you’ve done nothing but make jokes this entire time so you definitely don’t feel the same way I do.”

Richie shook his head. “You say you learn something new about me every day, so here’s a new one for today. I’m making jokes because I’m guarding my heart Eduardo. I’ve been trying to not get my hopes up about us for years. It’s your first Valentine's Day as a divorced man, and I’m trying not to act too excited by the fact that what you said to me not two minutes ago kinda sounded like a confession of love.” 

Eddie went silent, weighing his options. That moment seemed to be a liminal space, a meeting point between two worlds, and the scale could be tipped either way at any second. On the one hand, he could brush it off completely, pretend it never happened and go back to being friends, although their relationship would be strained at first by the gravity of what they each knew now. On the other hand, he could spill the beans, tell Richie everything, ruin their friendship wholly and completely, and move onto something more, but they’d never be able to come back from that. They’d never be able to come back to being just friends if they tipped the scale and gave into what they truly felt inside. The cards were pretty well all laid out on the table already, either had a hint that the other felt something past friendship for the other, and now someone just had to take the next step to solidify that. From the way Richie wrung his fingers together, Eddie knew it would have to be him. 

There was no time to contemplate it anymore. The seconds passed by like hours, and every moment Eddie continually thought of why it would be a bad idea, he could see Richie’s resolve breaking. This had to be a split second decision, he knew it did, either he would say something, or he’d drop it. But Eddie wasn’t like Richie, he’d never been good with words, his sharp tongue wasn’t entirely clever, just fast. He’d never be able to weave the words in a way that showed Richie how conflicted he was, so instead, he acted.

Eddie’s hand on Richie’s cheek was cold and demanding as he pulled the taller man’s face closer. The gap was closed before Richie even knew what was happening, and their lips pressed together with a satisfying smack. Eddie’s heart was in his throat. He did it, he actually did it, and the world hadn’t collapsed. 

Richie settled into the kiss once the initial shock had worn off, taking the lead from Eddie. He breathed out heavily, breaking their connection earlier than he would have liked, and looked at the other pointedly. 

“I brought home roses for you on Valentine's Day because I love you.”

“I made homemade pizza on Valentine's Day because I love you. And I bought a fancy bottle of wine but that’s for later I think.”

Eddie chuckled. “Look at us, we’re a mess. Were you ever planning on telling me?” 

“Of course not! Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” Richie took his hand. “Remember that party Mike threw for Bill’s sixteenth and Bev started that game of truth or dare? I only because she promised to dare you to kiss me. And she didn’t!”

Eddie laid a peck on Richie’s lips, just because he could. “There, we don’t need Bev.” 

“I’m calling her and telling her she’s cancelled.” 

“Maybe let’s just spend tonight together and cancel her in the morning.” 

Richie laughed and pulled Eddie closer. “Sounds like a plan spaghetti.” 

Eddie snuggled further into Richie, but reached for his pizza. “Pass me my plate, I need to actually taste this thing before I can brag about how good a cook my boyfriend is to my coworkers.” 

“Boyfriend?” 

Eddie clammed up. “Is… is that alright?” 

Richie nuzzled his face into Eddie’s hair. “Of course it is, I love you.” 

A warmth spread through Eddie’s belly. “I love you too. Now pass me my pizza so we can finish and tear into those cupcakes.”

[zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen]

‘Honeybee’

A quick Valentine’s Day fic from your friendly neighborhood Penguin, Zwei!

Fandom: RWBY

One-Shot Fluff

Words: 2115 ish

Ships: Bumbleby with a side of White Rose

Insert Song: ‘Honeybee’ by Steam Powered Giraffe. Listen to it, it jams!

Synopsis: Blake sings Yang a song during a lazy-ish day at the dorm. Bees with suffering Weiss. A hit of White Rose at the end. Was feeling mushy since it’s Heart-Shaped Candy Day. Enjoy?

Blake lay in her bottom bunk, strumming her acoustic guitar with a jazzy rhythm. She plucked and popped the strings in time, the metal vibrating against the wood and projecting the sultry sounds of her mellifluous chords. Her gold eyes gleamed like the beams of a sunset. She swayed to her rhythm, her black hair bouncing as it waved in time. Yang could hardly take her eyes away from the hairpin curve of Blake's grin. She found herself moving to Blake's tunes, her golden mane waving here and there. Yang could see her girlfriend's lips curve further upward at that, almost into a satisfied smirk. "You like my jams, Goldie?" Yang gasped, blushing bright red at Blake's question.

Ah, Blake had the power to turn Yang's face into a tomato. She was pretty good at it, although she didn't have to try. Blake gazed into Yang's eyes, the soft purple irises like lavender flowers. Once she was no longer a tomato, Yang picked her head up and grinned her confident smile back at Blake. The sight of Yang's shimmering teeth and her jawline's sharp curve caused Blake's eyes to turn to stars. She even forgot the chord she was supposed to play next. She cursed under her breath.

"GAY!" Weiss shouted playfully from her desk, where she'd been completing assignment after miserable assignment for hours now. If her hair had not already been whiter than snow, the stress of these classes would have turned it that way. It was almost like every professor at Beacon thought that their class was the only one their students were studying.

It didn't help that Ruby distracted her all the time. The rosy little redhead didn't do it intentionally; she was just too cute for her own good... or Weiss's, for that matter. What with her eyes that shone like precious metal, her perpetually smiling face perfectly framed by her bob of red-tipped brown hair, and her muscles. Good gods, Ruby's arms were shredded. Lugging around a 40 some odd pound gardening tool was no easy task, Weiss figured. Her legs were toned and muscular from ceaseless running, too.

"You would know, wouldn't you, Princess?" Blake nicked. Weiss rolled her icy blues at the remark, continuing her mountain of homework. Blake strummed a new tune, her jangly chords dancing through the room at her command. Yang stood up and danced along, making Blake's face a tomato but failing to break her concentration. Blake's changed tunes abruptly, moving into a softer piece. Yang found it hard to dance to this pattern so she took a seat on the bed next to Blake. The way Blake's fingers moved across the neck of her guitar hypnotized Yang. She almost didn't realize Blake asked her a question.

"So, you want to hear a new jam I'm working on?" Blake had asked. Yang blushed lightly as she came to and nodded.

"I'm always down to hear you, Blakey! What have you got for me?" Yang queried, her lilac eyes shining at the idea. Blake gave a half-smirk as she picked out a few notes and strummed a new beat.

"Well... there's this girl, right?"

"Yeah?" Yang played along. She could hear Weiss making exaggerated gagging noises from her desk, but she paid the Princess no mind. Her Black Cat was talking, and Blake's was the only voice the Golden Dragon cared to hear.

"We've been going kind of steady, and I'm really into her. I think she likes me almost as much, but I know I like her more." Blake's pupils seemed to widen as she looked at Yang again. Yang could get lost in the sunset of Blake's golden eyes. She blushed when one of Blake's cat ears wiggled and twitched.

"Could you two get any gayer?" Weiss casually asked, continuing to throw shade at the two Bees. The couple paid her no attention. Shade was Weiss's second language after all, so everyone in her vicinity hardly noticed it anymore.

"Ooh, did you write a song for your pretty lady friend, Kitty Cat?" Yang asked excitedly. She could feel the stars in her eyes already. Blake smirked her catty smirk again, driving Yang positively bonkers.

"I certainly did. Tell me if you think she'll enjoy it, please?" Blake replied, strumming all the while. She found the beat again once she stopped talking and began her song.

You didn't have to look my way

Your eyes still haunt me to this day

But you did, yes you did

You didn't have to say my name

Ignite my circuits, start a flame

But you DI-I-I-ID

Oh, Turpentine, erase me whole,

Because I don't want to live my life alone.

Well, I was waiting for you all my life

Oh, Why?

Set me free, my Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE!

Honey BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE!

Blake usually didn't look around the room while she was singing or playing the guitar, but this song was just chords so it was simple enough that she had the chance. Yang's eyes were slowly turning into hearts at the lyrics. Blake also swore she saw Weiss lightly bouncing along to her new song. If the resident Snow White enjoyed it, then the song was good. She figured she could sing one more verse and chorus, then.

You didn't have to smile at me

Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen

But you did, yes you did

You didn't have to offer your hand

Because since I've kissed it I am at your command

But you DI-I-I-ID

Oh, Turpentine, erase me whole

Because I don't want to live my life alone

Well, I was waiting for you all my life!

Oh, Why?

Set me free, me Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE

Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE

Blake's strumming came to a sudden stop. With her snarkiest grin, she told Yang, "That's all you get for free, Honeybee!" The hearts in Yang's eyes were all the proof Blake needed that her song was perfect.

"Oh, there's more?" Yang pleaded, putting on her best pout for good measure.

"I think I have a bridge that could work with the song... but again, I'll have to charge you to hear that."

"Name your price, my love!" Yang commanded, her voice booming through the dorm room.

"Twenty thousand Lien!" Blake joked. Weiss's face hit the table at that.

"Geez, do you think I'm made of money, Kitty Cat?" Yang replied with more pouting.

"I accept butt rubs, too. You have to match my price, though. One rub equals one Lien. That's my last offer, Honeybee!" Blake replied with a chortle. Yang laughed under her breath but attempted to maintain the conversational shenanigans if only to annoy Weiss Cream. The Princess muttered something about their exchange being 'the gayest thing she had ever heard with her own ears' but neither Blake nor Yang paid that any mind.

"As much as I love rubbing your behind, I think twenty thousand rubs might be a bit excessive..."

"If you use both hands, that would make it only ten thousand." Blake giggled at her girlfriend.

"You drive a hard bargain, Miss Belladonna! I believe I shall accept your terms!" Yang finally replied. She snuggled up close to Blake and ran her hands down Blake's back, resting each one upon one side of Blake's rear end.

"Oh, yeah, there are rules here. Butt only, nowhere lower. At least, not while we still have company..." Blake added. She was certain Weiss would get lost if they kept this up. That way they could be alone together.

"Aww, but what about your thighs? They're so soft! I'm sure Weiss Cream would get jealous, though."

"Oh, thank Gods! Ruby just messaged me! She's done with her extracurriculars, so we're supposed to hang out! I guess that means I'll be going!" Weiss spoke up, standing up from her seat at the desk and grabbing her jacket.

"See? Now she can go touch Ruby's soft thighs so she won't be jealous!" Blake joked as Weiss pulled her jacket over her arms and zipped it halfway up.

"Soft? Lies! Ruby's thighs are rock solid, just like the rest of her body!" Weiss jabbed. Her icy blue eyes widened when she realized what she had just said and to whom she had said it.

"How do you know what my sister's thighs feel like, Weiss Cream?" Yang asked in a fakely interrogating fashion. When she looked to Weiss for an answer, Weiss was no longer there. A dashed white line roughly in the shape of Weiss was all that remained. It blinked three times before disappearing entirely. "Aaaand she's gone!"

"You know those two do stuff, right? They might not do it all, but they definitely mess around a bit," Blake told Yang. She felt a rough squeeze at her left buttock. "OH BABY!" She joked. Yang leaned her head into the nape of Blake's neck and laughed. "Good Gods, don't do that!"

"You're so playful, Kitty Cat!" Yang retorted, lightly nibbling on Blake's shoulder blade and sliding one hand down one of Blake's squishy thighs. "But yes, I know they play around, and I'm good with it. Ruby really likes Weiss, and Weiss really likes her. I trust her to respect Ruby's boundaries, and I'll break her kneecaps if she doesn't. She and I have had this talk already."

"Well, that's good to know." Blake grinned as she strummed some new chords. Yang recognized this tune as a poppy rendition of 'Fly Me To The Moon'.

"Do I seriously have to rub your ass ten thousand times to hear the rest of that song?"

"Absolutely!" Blake smirked, winking one of her golden eyes at Yang. "I'll give you something good afterward, Honeybee!"

"Well, it was a breathtaking song already, Kitty Cat. I can't wait to hear the rest of it." Yang kissed Blake's neck some more, making Blake insane with desire. "I love you!" Yang spoke into Blake's neck.

"I love you too, Honeybee." Blake smiled softly, strumming away as her girlfriend's hands explored her behind.

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"I swear to the Gods, Ruby, you messaged me at the perfect time!" Weiss bragged to her girlfriend. The little red slayer grinned at the remark as she took a lick from her ice cream cone.

"They must have really been gaying the dorm up, huh?" Ruby replied with a chuckle, earning a laugh from Weiss. Ruby gazed into Weiss's icy blues for a long moment, as it was like staring up at the endless blue sky on a summer day. The curve of Weiss's grin when she laughed sent Ruby on a journey of noticing details about her beautiful girlfriend. There was an eyelash on her cheek, but Ruby was too distracted to say anything.

Weiss's flowing white hair moved in time with her words, waving and bouncing like falling snow in the wind. This led Ruby to Weiss's shoulders, the slim shoulders that had once carried the weight of the world. Her eyes then landed on her chest and midriff. For such a slim girl, Weiss was well put together. The slightest semblance of muscles poked out from her tight arms and washboard abdomen. Ruby loved planting kisses all over those itty bitty abs.

"Remnant to Ruby? Are you still with us?" Weiss asked, snapping Ruby back to reality.

"Sorry, Snowdrop. I was looking at your abs again..." Ruby confessed, her face turning bright red.

"Aww, look at my sweet little tomato..." Weiss teased lightly, making Ruby blush even redder. She was almost the shade she was named for at this point. Ruby's silver eyes glimmered like a piece of precious metal. Weiss caught herself looking down at Ruby's neck, her eyes traveling ever lower to see the red slayer's curves and muscles. Ruby's arms were relentlessly jacked, and her abs just wouldn't quit. She hadn't been completely honest with Yang, though; Ruby's thighs were just soft enough for Weiss to enjoy. "I just got distracted by your muscles, too..." Weiss confessed. It was her turn to become a tomato face now.

"Ha, I've still got it!" Ruby bragged. Weiss scoffed at the remark.

"We've been dating for maybe two months, Flower Pot. You haven't had the time to lose 'it' yet!" The two of them shared a laugh as they finished their ice cream. They stood up, bumping into one another by mistake. They both blushed ten shades of red at that.

"I love you, Snowdrop..." Ruby told her softly, her heart melting at the words like it always did.

"I love you, too, Gemstone..." Weiss replied. Their lips came together in a soft peck, and the two of them held hands as they left the ice cream parlor and began their walk back to the school.

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[mithranqueersmusings]

Before This Dance Is Through VI

Chapter: 6/16

Rating: M (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Ringo found himself getting excited for the following Tuesday, he'd be sitting at home watching the television and suddenly the image of Spike in a short skirt or wearing makeup would flash into his mind and he'd have to consciously calm himself. John tried to get him to go along to the club in the meantime, but Ringo refused for a multitude of reasons, although he wasn't sure which was the genuine one. Part of him was still a little nervous about facing Spike again, especially after how much alone time he'd been spending with his pictures. Another simply told him that he wanted to wait, it'd be more special that way, and he didn't really have the primal urge that John seemed to have that resulted in him ending up at the club almost every night.

In the days leading up to the event Ringo spent most of his time working. The school year was coming to an end which meant he was being called in for a mass amount of activity days. They weren't Ringo's favourite thing in the world, he much preferred earning his money by teaching students one-on-one but it definitely mixed things up a little. The day would mostly consist of younger children coming into a large hall where Ringo would talk for a little bit about drumming before the students got a chance to try it out themselves. It got a little chaotic at times, and Ringo felt relieved that he didn't have to bring his own kit in because these children were anything but predictable. Sometimes they'd result in one or two students expressing a real interest in drumming and so Ringo would give them one of his business cards to pass along to their parents; more often than not it wouldn't result in anything at all but on occasion he could get several new students from participating in a few of these activity days.

One aspect of these events that Ringo never enjoyed was the attention he got from the teachers. He'd gotten used to it by now: one of the younger female teachers asking to try it out and for Ringo to show them how to play - just an excuse to get him stood over them with a chance of their hands touching - but no matter how often it happened it didn't make it any less aggravating. While the children busied themselves with the array of instruments set out, Ringo often had no choice but to stand at the back and talk to whichever teacher was meant to be supervising them. The smalltalk wasn't the problem, usually it was quite refreshing to talk to someone else who worked with children, it was the awkward flirting that drove him up the wall. The worst was when they'd pretend to have a child interested in learning how to drum, or that they themselves were, but when Ringo would actually press for details it would amount to nothing. It was never the men that flirted with him, Ringo had started to think he was the only gay teacher in the area, and there had certainly been times he'd wished they had.

"You need to look gayer." John had pointed out.

"I'm going into a school, John, I can't rock up in a rainbow tank top covered in glitter." Ringo chuckled.

"Why not? Kids love glitter."

There was one male teacher in particular that Ringo had liked the look of, but he'd only met him the once; he taught English, or had it been art? The problem was that the female teachers would be so desperate to volunteer to stand in for Ringo's lesson with the students, even if they seemed to be aware there was no chance of anything actually happening, that he rarely got to see another man. Every time he went back to that same school he'd hoped to see that particular teacher again, yet he was always disappointed.

He was heading back home after completing a session at the local secondary school, the one he'd actually attended when he was younger, fairly exhausted from the energy of the children and massively exhausted from the persistency of the women. As he sank into the driver's seat of his car with a sigh, he swore he was going to buy a rainbow pin to attach to his jacket to ward off anything in the future. On his way home he stopped off at the record shop, partly to pick up something that'd improve his mood but mostly in the hopes that he'd see Spike again. He'd rather see him in an ordinary setting, without the dynamic that existed in the club, as strange as it had been at first. But luck was apparently not on his side today as there was no sign of Spike anywhere in the shop, he'd even browsed the clothes in the basement, which he'd never done before, just to increase the chances of bumping into him.

When Tuesday finally came around Ringo was in dire need of some intoxication, so much so that he went along with John's idea of beginning the drinking before they'd even sat down to eat dinner. Ringo cooked for the two of them while John sat in the kitchen waffling on about some new idea he was having for a story. It was unusual for them to be eating dinner over at John's place, but it was far closer to the club and Ringo definitely wasn't going to risk driving with how much alcohol he was planning on drinking.

"I'm surprised your oven isn't covered in cobwebs considering how little you use it." Ringo stated as he fried up some bacon.

"Why would I use the oven when I have a perfectly good microwave?" John mumbled in response, he was scrawling down ideas messily in a notebook.

"This is not a perfectly good microwave." Ringo chuckled as he gestured with the spatula.

"Calm down, Gordon Ramsay." John quipped.

"What are you even writing?" Ringo asked as he walked away from the oven.

"My mate's putting together some gay poetry book and asked me to write something for it." John explained without looking up "I should've finished it two days ago but I forgot."

"Maybe tonight will give you some inspiration." Ringo tried to read what John had already scribbled down but his handwriting was fairly intelligible.

"Don't tempt me. Paul's already said he won't accept any more poems as payment." John chuckled to himself.

"Any more?" Ringo raised his eyebrows.

"Long story." John finally looked up then and flashed Ringo a grin.

By the time they'd finished eating they were already quite drunk, John had begun blasting music from one of his many playlists.

"Sooooo." John leaned over the table slightly "How's Spike been treating you these last few days?"

Ringo felt his face reddening and he tried to tell himself it was just the alcohol "No complaints from me."

"Can I have a look?" John tilted his head and smiled.

"Er-" Ringo hesitated "I dunno."

"Oh come on!" John reached his hand forward teasingly "I'll give you the 20p or however much a day costs, if that's what you're so worried about."

Ringo didn't budge "Pay for it yourself if you wanna see."

"I'm the one who bloody told you about it in the first place, you twat." John huffed but he was still smiling "Is there something you're not telling me, Ringo?"

"What do you mean?" Ringo shuffled in his seat.

John's smile widened then he casually picked up his drink to take a sip "Nothing. Don't mind me."

The two of them managed to get over to the club in one piece, although John did stumble into the road a couple of times. It was considerably more busy than a normal Tuesday night, or so John claimed, and there were far more people clamoured outside smoking than there usually was. Ringo felt like he had to brace himself before stepping inside, closing his eyes for a second and taking in a deep breath. The amount of people inside was astounding and Ringo began to worry that this had been a bad idea after all. Music was blaring as loud as always, it was difficult to even think but luckily Ringo didn't really need to think when he had John by his side, pulling him over to the nearest bar. As they moved further into the club Ringo could finally see what all the fuss about, one of the strippers was walking around in tall heels with a transparent platform - the kind Ringo had seen in films - paired with a lilac skirt and a white bra. Ringo recognised the man under the makeup from when he'd been here before, he never found him particularly attractive but the sight of him like this definitely interested him at least a little.

"This is gonna be well confusing for my sexuality." Ringo stated as they moved away from the bar with their drinks in hand.

"Best of both worlds for me." John replied with a grin as he looked out amongst the crowd of people.

"So you're into girls again now, are you?" Ringo nudged John lightly.

John paused for a second then turned his head to face Ringo "What are you drinking?"

"Vodka coke, why?" Ringo furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Well you were drinking beers back at my place. You're into drinking vodka now?" John raised his eyebrows in turn.

"I don- Oh, I see. Point made." Ringo punctuated his sentence with a sip of his drink.

It was difficult to get a decent view of the main stage on which someone dressed as Madonna was doing a very graphic dance to 'Like a Prayer', Ringo had never really thought about the double meaning of that song until this moment, but considering it was neither Paul nor Spike they weren't entirely interested. Both of them were scoping around for any sign of their 'preferred' man but it was almost impossible to pinpoint anyone in such a mass of people, particularly when none of the dancers were particularly looking like themselves. John grabbed Ringo around the wrist and pulled him through the crowds until they were heading down to the back room, Ringo could recognise the rhythm of the distant song as Queen's 'I Want to Break Free'.

"I should've worn my Freddie outfit." John commented as they descended the stairs.

"Someone might've beaten you to it." Ringo chuckled.

"This is a strip club not a drag show, don't get it twisted." John shouted over the music as they walked through the door.

Ringo realised very quickly how very 'twisted' his expectations of tonight really had been when he caught a glimpse of what was happening on the stage. Upon hearing the song, Ringo had expected some crude recreation of the music video complete with fake moustaches and enormously large, and clearly fake, breasts. But no, he couldn't have been more wrong. Ringo stopped in his tracks in the doorway, his eyes widening and his throat feeling suddenly dry; John had to pull him forward with great force just to get them over to what few empty seats were left around the edge of the room.

"I told you this was the more alternative stuff." John said excitedly but it wasn't until he settled down on a stool that he realised "Wait... Is that-"

"Yes." Ringo replied bluntly, his mouth remaining slightly open after he'd finished speaking.

It was Spike. Of course it was Spike. Handcuffs were around his slim wrists, chaining him around the pole in the centre of the stage with his arms raised above his head. He wasn't wearing a wig but his face was painted quite beautifully, purple eye-shadow merged with dark eyeliner and a light peach lipstick, somehow he looked even more breathtaking than usual. The makeup was the least startling aspect of the whole thing, even the outfit wasn't what had stunned Ringo, although it was a definite contender; he wore a black laced-up corset which was pulled tightly around his slim frame connected to which were his stockings, on his feet he wore a velvet heel which buckled over his ankle. The sight was simply diabolical, the way his flat chest was still exposed and the hair of his underarms clearly visible alongside the femininity of his face and body. Even that wasn't the issue. The issue was that he wasn't alone on the stage, someone from the audience had stepped up and was slowly unlacing one of the threads of his corset. Ringo could see that a black skirt, almost a tutu, was lying discarded on the edge of the stage. When the realisation sunk in of exactly what was going on, Ringo wasn't sure he'd be able to get up again.

Spike had his characteristic grin on his painted lips as the man slowly pulled at the fabric keeping his corset in place, they were close enough that they easily could've kissed - and for a long time Ringo feared that they would. The man soon lost interest with the corset, giving Ringo a second to breathe in which he hoped the man was going to turn and leave, then moved his hand to run up Spike's clothed leg. He brushed his fingers over the thin material, gripping the back of Spike's thigh and lifting the leg up to wrap around his own waist. Ringo felt sick. If this had been anyone else, anyone else in the world, he wouldn't have cared, hell he probably would've been aroused by the whole thing. But it wasn't just anyone, it was Spike. The worst part was that he had no reason at all to be getting upset, this was his job and Ringo certainly wouldn't have been complaining had he been in the man's position.

"Is this even legal?" Ringo mumbled to John.

"Fuck knows." John's eyes were wide with excitement "Are you gonna go up there?"

"Me?" Ringo scoffed "Not very likely."

The man had continued running his hands over Spike's body, but as soon as his fingers crept up towards his crotch he was pushed away; it was light, clearly wanting to appear playful, but the man quickly got the message and hurried back to his seat somewhat embarrassed as though he'd fallen into some kind of trance. Now alone on the stage, Spike began scanning the audience - who were watching very intently - for someone else to help him 'break free'. While he waited he made a very enticing show of how bound to the pole he was, sinking down almost to the floor with his hands still raised high as he spread his knees out to draw attention to prominence lying in his tight underwear.

"I like this. Very clever. Why do the stripping when they can do it for you?" John was talking more to himself than to Ringo, who was barely listening.

Spike's eyes moved over to where the two of them were sitting and Ringo thought time must've stopped for at least a second. John took a moment or two to realise the eye contact but as soon as he did he was quick to move, shoving Ringo off of the stool and luckily onto his feet. Ringo was surprised his knees didn't give out immediately, but he was stable enough to turn around to glare at John who looked at him smugly.

"You can thank me later." John winked and then nudged Ringo towards the stage with his foot.

Fuck. Ringo prayed for the floor to swallow him up in that moment, it almost felt like it had when he saw Spike's expectant gaze looking directly at him. He wished he could've just sat back down but not only did he not want to make a fool of himself, but also he knew John wasn't going to allow that. Slowly he made his way over to the stage, fortunately the room was so small so it didn't take him long, meaning he didn't have to be so conscious of not only Spike's but also the whole room's eyes on him. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears, his breath was uneven and he had to consciously stop his hands from shaking. Spike's grin had grown, his eyes slightly squinting as Ringo approached him sheepishly. John had begun whooping from where he sat which spurred on a few others in the audience. The whole thing felt like some strange fever dream, perhaps even a nightmare.

Spike had gotten back up to his full height, usually he was only slightly taller than Ringo but now with the added platform of the heels he practically towered over him. Even in this submissive position, with his arms helplessly chained above him, Spike still oozed dominant energy as he watched Ringo fumble where he stood in front of him. Ringo had no idea what to do, his hands felt heavy and almost impossible to lift; watching someone strip was one thing, but actually stripping someone was something else entirely. Up close he looked even more stunning, a faint blush lying on his cheeks which accentuated his high cheekbones perfectly, his dark eyelashes elongated with mascara and sparse glitter dotted across his fair skin. Ringo never considered himself as someone particularly kinky, but he was feeling a rush he'd never felt before. He had no idea how long he'd been stood there, how long he'd been staring up at Spike who's teeth were beginning to show past his curled lips. It must've been long enough for Spike to worry that it would start getting awkward if he didn't do something, and do something he did.

It all seemed to happen in a heartbeat, Spike turning himself around and bending downwards so that his bare arse - he was wearing yet another thong, which Ringo had quickly noticed - grazed against Ringo's crotch. Ringo let out a small gasp, bordering on a moan, as he watched Spike's tongue dart over his sharp tooth. He hadn't realised that an erection had already been growing since he'd laid eyes on Spike like this, but the sudden contact make him very aware of how hard he was getting. It sent a bolt of adrenaline through Ringo's body and he was sure to make use of it, he didn't want to stand there like an idiot as much as it would've been the easiest thing to do, so began imitating what he'd seen the previous man doing and started unlacing the ribbon of Spike's corset. While he did this, or attempted to at least, Spike continued to move his hips and dip down slightly on the pole but never quite made contact. Both the ribbon and Spike's skin were soft to the touch, the silky feeling of the material put Ringo at ease somewhat. His fingers must've been quite cold because every time they brushed against Spike's skin he let out a quiet noise, Ringo didn't think he was aware he was even doing it. The unravelling had been far easier than Ringo had expected it to be, his desperation in the moment probably helped considerably, and soon the corset fell off of Spike's chest with ease. Ringo held it in his hand for a second and wasn't sure what to do with it: the skirt had clearly been tossed aside without much care but Ringo really didn't want to look inconsiderate like the previous man had. Spike seemed to notice Ringo's momentary dilemma and gestured slightly with his head for Ringo to throw it, which he did quite erratically. John let out a loud cheer at this and Ringo was suddenly very aware of his presence on the stage; had John been silent this entire time or had his brain just blocked it all out? It was enough of a falter in his mindset that Ringo decided it was best he got back to his seat. As much as he'd love to pick off each item of clothing piece by piece until there was nothing left, this alone had almost been overwhelming and he didn't want to risk looking like an idiot.

Ringo flashed a nervous smile to Spike who was still watching him with that same intense gaze, then hurried off the stage to clutch his drink eagerly. For a moment Ringo thought he saw a hint of disappointment in Spike's eyes as he turned away, and that when he got back to his seat Spike had been looking at him while he'd been walking, but he wasn't sure. John gripped Ringo with both hands and shook him excitedly, a massive grin on his face.

"I told you tonight was going to be the one! And it's only just getting started." John giggled as he finally let go of Ringo.

As much as Ringo didn't like to admit when John was right, though it happened far more than anyone would've expected, his words in that moment couldn't have been truer. The night was only getting started, what followed was nothing Ringo could've anticipated.

[shyanlibrary]

My boyfriend just broke up with me, could you recommend some fanfics to cheer me up? Thanks!

I’m very sorry, sweetheart. Here’s a fluff and comedy list (no angst):

And Longer If I Can by poetdameron

Summary: After Shane makes an "odd" question, Ryan can't stop thinking about the possible implications of it, obsession over the one conclusion most likely to (not) be: Shane is breaking up with him sometime soon.

Rated: T

Commentary: I wrote this one, so here’s a comment in it: “Oh my god!! I’m crying this was so intense and so sweet! That was the cutest [SPOILER] I’ve ever heard of and I loved how you really managed to build up the suspense so eventhough the audience knows it would be something like a proposal it was still tense and interesting leading up to it. Love your fics!”

under the stars by sincerelyleah

Summary: “I promised myself I would never fall in love with you. But it was four am, and we were laughing way too hard. I felt happy for the first time in a long time, and I knew I was screwed.”

Rated: G

Commentary: A sweet something you will be glad to have read once you are done. I loved it, it’s so sweet and warm, it makes me truly happy.

don’t you (forget about me) by ghostwheeze

Summary: Shane and Ryan are in love. There’s a proposal.

Rated: G

Commentary: Like I said before, I’m a sucker for proposals and this fic is just— it has a twist to it that is gonna make you scream. I love it.

Just The Thought Of His Touch (My Mind Explodes) by poetdameron

Summary: Ryan has the perfect height for forehead kisses, so what else can Shane do but kiss him?

Or, five times Shane kissed Ryan's forehead and one time Ryan kissed him first.

Rated: T

Commentary: I wrote this one, so here is a comment on it: “This is so sweet! I was smiling the whole time with how cute they are and aaaah, the idea of Shane kissing Ryan's forehead is so warm and soft, it makes me all sappy and jelly. The last part is so cute, too. Ryan worried for Shane and making him promise to be not die! SO CUTE! I'm gonna read your other fanfic now!”

if we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it now by floatingonthelehigh

Summary: “How did you convince me to come here again?”

“My irresistible charm, of course.”

Ryan’s mouth settles into a hard line. He’s not wrong.

(Shane gets Ryan to come to an old abandoned house with him. One of them, and you’ll never guess who, gets more than a little freaked out. Featuring: pure terror! confessions of love! and a somewhat-terrifying framed photograph of a woman!)

Rated: T

Commentary: Pure, sweet, loving fluff. Ryan gets a little angry at Shane but he deserves it, but at the end everything is right. I love this fic.

you want a piece of my heart (you better start from the start) by doctorkaitlyn

Summary: No Summary (Shyan College AU stories)

Rated: E

Commentary: Such a sweet AU. I’m not big on College Aus, but this one won my heart with how charming and original it is. I love the first fanfic, and the other two are just as lovely and warm. 

mystery item by rycan_toucan

Summary: ” – okay. remember last week when you, jen, steven and i went drinking and i had, like, eight and a half shots of whiskey?“

“i specifically remember the half, yes.”

“impressive. anyway, i ended up not passing out when i got home and did some high quality online shopping, instead.”***

ryan bought a thing, they both find it extremely funny and have a good time.

Rated: T

Commentary: The boys are so silly and happy in this little thing, oh my God, I’m smiling as I remember this fic.

 the proposal(s) by ghostwheeze

Summary: Two times Shane and Ryan pretended to propose and one time it was real.

Rated: G

Commentary: I tagged this as “chicken soup for the soul” because that’s what it is. It’s so cute and fluffy. I love it.

gayer than expected by juniperprose

Summary: Ryan sees Shane in his new glasses, and realizes that he may be less straight than he originally thought.

Rated: G

Commentary: NFNFINEIFRO, this one is so funny. I mean, just look at the title. Also, juniperProse is one of the best authors out there, you are gonna love this one.

i would like that by crimsonflowerz

Summary: The third person who knew Ryan was trans was the ghost that haunted his apartment.

Rated: T

Commentary: This one fanfic is the sweetest thing I’ve read and I love my boys so much in it. Ryan is precious and wonderful, and so damn relatable, while Shane is just– amazingly sweet and protective. Honestly, the way the author wrote them has me crying still and I’ve read this wonder a million times by now.

the lube fic by inkstainsonmyhands

Summary: Someone sends Ryan a 55-gallon drum of lube, and Shane finds a good use for it.

Rated: Not rated (M, I think)

Commentary: Like I have said before, Joey is the best and he always gives us the best content. This one is hot and funny. Also, it’s in his oneshots anthology, Between a Crucifix and the Hollywood Sign. This fic is so much fun… and has daddy kink, though.

por favor, sweetheart by carrieonfighting

Summary: Two dorks raise a baby and don’t even realise they’re doing it together until it’s too late

Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

Rated: T

Commentary: This adorable fic made me so happy when I first read it, I want everyone to feel the same way. Boy, this is perfect. I really like this author’s narrative and POVs, this is strong writing at its best, and I really hope you enjoy it.

unsolved by areneecz

Summary: The fluff-fueled antics of Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej.

Rated: M (but not really, is like T)

Commentary: OH THIS ONE. It’s so good, so pure, so cute. Shane calls Ryan “sweetheart” and I just fucking MELTED.

seasonal affective (but you affect me more) by cactsu

Summary: Shane finds and calls a stranger’s number during a drunken night of looking through a phone book. Definitely an odd decision to make on his part, but it’s probably the best decision he’s ever made.Maybe this Christmas won’t suck so much after all.

Rated: G

Chapters: 4/6

Commentary: One of the most charming and wonderfully written AUs I’ve read in this fandom, with amazing characterization and dialogues. Shane’s POV is wonderful and the dialogue just perfect. I love this fic.

things you said in the moonlight. by idkspookystuff

Summary:  Ryan invites Shane to spend the night, only he hasn’t told his boyfriend he’s transgender yet.orryan’s trans, he gets his period, and shane loves him despite everything.

Rated: T

Commentary: Such a sweet little fanfic that I love with all my heart. Trans Ryan AU, he and Shane had just started to date and everything is cute.

perfect by skepticseptic

Summary: They knew there was something going on between them. It was only a matter of time before one of them made a move.

Rated: G

Commentary: PURE, BEAUTIFUL, SOFT, FLUFF. You are going to die happy reading this one, I mean– it’s so beautiful and also based on one of my favorite songs in the world.

what’s the point of this again? by touchinghearts

Summary: When Ryan invites Shane back for a holiday week to meet his family during a big reunion, it doesn’t even occur to Shane that it could be a big deal.

Rated: T

Commentary: One of my favorite fanfics in the entire fandom. It’s heartwarming and portrays the best of all worlds Ryan’s multiple cultures have. It also has the wonder of having them in one of the best ways I have seen their relationship writen with one of the best endings overall. It’s a really sweet fic, everyone should read it.

keep you like an oath by spoopyy

Summary: "I’m in love with you,” Ryan says, desperate.

“No, you’re in love with the views.”

Rated: Not rated. (I’d say T)

Commentary: I’m all for fake dating and this fic is the only one that has actually explore this sort of AU in the fandom. It’s a lot of fun to read and Shane’s feelings are so intense, when Ryan has the realization that he has feelings for Shane is just– so good. All of it is amazing. This author, man. I’m so sad they aren’t posting anymore because their fics are some of the best in the whole fandom.

Unsolved Coffee Crimes by NightWinds

Summary: Ryan works at Unsolved Coffee Crimes, a café that specializes in not only coffee, but also crime solving!

Rated: G

Commentary: Beautiful piece right here! It has such a fun and cute concept in it, one of the best plots, and it escaltes quickly. Shane is just wonderful in this, I loved him with all my heart and just– this fic is really beautiful.

the supernatural’s not out to get you by kathakoito

Summary: Shane is cthulhu. Ryan’s a skeptic.

Rated: G

Commentary: Listen, I bookmarked this fic at AO3 as “WHEN TENTACLES ARE CUTE” and that’s all you need to know about it. This is one of my favorite fics in the fandom.

i think i’m still turning out by the_tenerife_sea

Summary: Shane is starting to think Ryan is using him for his baby, considering how much he’s already talked her up to all of their coworkers and friends.

____

Or the one where Shane is a new parent, and Ryan is always there for him (and his daughter, of course).

Rated: T

Commentary: This is actually part of a series, a good one if you may. It’s fluffy and it shows the good and bad of having a child, especially when one is not prepared. I’m not all that okay with the way Sara was writen, but it’s part of the story to some degree. Other than that, the truth is that it’s well writen and it’s sweet.

the holiday by anotherlostblogger

Summary: Up-and-coming LA producer Ryan Bergara and NY Times food columnist Steven Lim are both unlucky in love and eager to get away from their hometowns for Christmas. When they do a house-swap for the holiday season they might find more than they had initially expected.

HOO BOY everyone strap yo'selves in and get ready for the 2006 romcom mashup of your life.

Rated: M

Chapters: 11/12

Commentary: The Holiday is one of my favorite movies in the world, and this fic is based on it. A literal romcom! With two of my favorite ships! (shyan and standrew)! I need you to read this asap and be free of sadness, this is one of the cutest most warmest fics out there.

Like Sugar by poetdameron

Summary: Sunday mornings were never interesting, so Shane was totally not expecting a half naked guy sleeping on his couch, changing his every day just by existing.

Rated: T

Commentary: I wrote this one, from a comment on it: “This is adorable, they're so smitten and dorky and awkward when they realize they really want to go for it, and Ryan using the sugar excuse to finally move things along cracked me up. What goofs

something a demon would say by east (westage)

Summary: Ryan wants to prove that Shane is a demon, and/or an alien, and Shane just wants to ask Ryan out on a date.

“The jig is up, Shane Madej! I know what you really are!”

Rated: G

Commentary: This fic has one of my favorite endings of all time. It’s fun and funny, and characterization is wonderful. Also, Shane has a not-so-secret crush on Ryan and it’s adorable.

Do You Take This Man by touchinghearts

Summary: Ryan’s new favourite nickname for Shane is ‘husband’.

Rated: G

Commentary: Beautiful fic! A small piece with the purest, most wonderful fluff. Ideal for when shit is going down and you just need to smile a little. Also, great narrative and dialogues.

conflict of interest by spoopyy

Summary: Shane is a high school science teacher who really hates his job. He bumps into a passionate, but lonely history teacher named Ryan, who just might make teaching worth it.

Rated: Not rated.

Commentary: In this AU, Ryan and Shane are both teachers, and is the literal best thing in the world. A complete feel better fic, chicken soup for the soul, that doesn’t fall in the category of fluffy and simple. No, it’s so much more. It’s beautiful. It explores an actual relationship between adults and how two people fall in love as they get to know the other better.

fresh eyes by inkstainsonmyhands

Summary: Soulmate au where when you reach 18 you stop aging until you meet your soulmate? After a few years of being roommates (they were roommates through college and then just moved in together afterwards) shane and Ryan realize they’ve been slowly aging together (Bonus points if one of them realizes first and has to bring it up to the other person)

Rated: T

Commentary: This soulmate AU is such a cute little thing, I love it. It’s like a bunch of wonderful tropes in one well written and perfect fic.

mausoleum by ghostwheeze

Summary: How about…. Ryan and Shane are stuck in a room for some reason (Maybe the doorknob broke off…?) And Ryan is absolutely terrified. The sexual tension has been high between the two for a while and so Shane decides… fuck it, and does something to distract Ryan ;)

Rated: T

Commentary: This fic has something… something that makes me love it, and I’m sure you are gonna love it, too. It’s so good and hot, even if they are just— not doing... you know what, and yeeeeet. I love it.

maybe, kinda by babbyspanch

Summary: Ryan is having a tough day. Okay, tough week. Alright it’s been a tough few months but he’s got it handled okay? He’s handed over the editing of Unsolved to a team and now… well he’s still distracted, but he’s trying.

But, Shane just makes it really hard to focus.

Rated: G

Commentary: Such a sweet fic, man. I love the fluff in this… and the pining!

not-so spooky stuff by boysandghouls (blindedbythetomlinsun)

Summary: There’s a guy here. Shane has no clue if he works here or not, but, like, oh my god.

He’s scared. Of the animatronics.

“Now’s not a good time,” the guy snaps, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he flinches every time the motion-sensitive robots start to move.

“Just leave the corner,” Shane suggests, still chuckling at the sight.

“I don’t know how!” the man protests, yelping as one of the robots brushes against his shoulder. He immediately makes a beeline for Shane, staying at his side.

“What do you mean, you don’t know how?” Shane parrots incredulously.

or: Shane and Ryan accidentally get locked inside a Spirit Halloween after-hours.

Rated: G

Commentary: Shane’s POV in this fic is wonderful, It may be my favorite in thew hole fandom. He is so damn funny, and it melts so well with the story, it’s incredible. The dialogues here are great, too, especially because the characterization is very loyal to their actual voices. The plot is original and just fun. You gotta read it.

me and you by saturninemartial

Summary: “Have you ever thought about getting married?”“That’s a loaded question if I ever heard one.”“Never mind, forget I said anything.”

Rated: M

Chapters: 2/2

Commentary: The start of a series I’m very interested in. This lovely fic has all I love in my fluff: love, cuteness, marriage proposals and sweet lovemaking.

and i’m puffing my chest, getting red in the face by pissedofsandwich

Summary: “Zack’s going to be there?“ Shane asks, masking his… whatever it is he’s feeling in his chest, with nonchalance.

Ryan blinks. “Yes?”

Well, never mind dancing with the fucking sun. He’s Icarus, wings melted and falling face-first into the asphalt.

Or: Shane is definitely not at all jealous of how close Zack and Ryan are getting during the making of Sports Conspiracies. Except that he is.

Rated: T

Commentary: One of my favorite fanfics that also has jealous!Shane and one of the most funniest climax ever. All their co-workers are damn angels, you gotta read this, it’s incredible. Also, kudos to poor Zack having the rage of a jealous Shane Alexander Madej with a cup of coffee in his hands.

Thursday: Turquoise Taupe by shaniacbergara

Summary: Shane Madej’s hometown is…well, a little bit different than most. He and Ryan take a trip there.

Rated: G

Commentary: One of my favorite fics in the fandom. It has an original idea and it’s the first with this crossover that inspired a lot of fun things during the week it was posted. And as for the story, I really like the way Shane and Ryan’s relationship is writen, and how important it is to Shane that Ryan knows where he is from, and his family. The end of this fic is one of my favorites. Enjoy!

breathe out so i can breathe you in by trxshmxuth

Summary: They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months now, walking on ice so thin that Ryan can practically see the sexual tension swirling and raging underneath. Ryan’s almost afraid that when the ice finally cracks, he’s not going to be able to resurface again.

On their next Unsolved investigation, the ice breaks.

Rated: M

Commentary: Another kinda cute smut fic that I love. I can’t say much because it’s short os you gotta read it, I’m just gonna say– it’s nice. Also, arousal from fear is something… that happens. I love it.

kiss me like you mean it by rocketshiptospace

Summary: “Hi,” Tall man says, taking in the sight in front of him. “I’m sorry, I heard banging and yelling and I just, are you okay?”

“No. Yes. Maybe,” Ryan says, slowly standing back up on two legs again. “My door won’t open.” He eventually ads, when him and Tall man have just stared at each other for a few seconds.

“That’s unfortunate,” Tall man says, smiling at him. He has a really nice smile. “But it happens. It’s an old building, you know. Doors get stuck sometime. Here, let me try,” He steps past Ryan, and places his hand on the door handle. The door swings open like it’s nothing.

or, Ryan’s apartment building plays matchmaker

Rated: G

Commentary: I second this rec. This is such a wonderful AU, so sweet and fluffy, and interesting with this idea that the building they live in is, in fact, kind of alive. And ships them. Yes, a building is all of us. And man– just the situations they are put through, it’s all so good. Incredibly sweet. The ending is wonderful, I love it.

a short history of almost something by cooliohoolio

Summary: "I think I’ll wait another year.“

Shane’s in love with Ryan, and will get around to telling him. One of these days.

Rated: Not Rated (G)

Commentary: This fic is… so damn cute. All of it. The scenes with them out in the grass, looking at the stars, are wonderful. It’s really a cute thing to read for when you are in a bad moment.

~ On tumblr only:

shyan dressed up as skysolo for halloween by @ghostwheeze - Commentary: This whole fic is cute and funny as hell. Also, Steven’s costume is everything.

trans ryan wants a baby by @faequill​ - Commentary: THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS IN THE WORLD. I love it so much, it’s wonderful.

shane has a question for ryan by @en-sam-malas- Commentary: Oh my God, this is one of the cutest things I’ve ever read! It made me all giggly and red. 

[faunusrights]

THE FRAPP LOGS EPILOGUE WHEN IT BE

okay so i’m gonna do a long-winded answer to this. dw it’s... a GOOD long-winded answer but long-winded nonetheless. 

however, i will start with: buddy, had i not been amused by everyone telling me that you thought tex was me, i would have found this ask considerably ruder. like, a lot. so just keep that in mind next time you ask for an ETA.

and now, onto an actual answer!

okay so; did you guys know i’m supposed to have a 40k thesis done by the 2nd january? did you know it isn’t done yet? haha. it’s great. did you also know i’ve been working on this since september of 2017?

to put it simply, when i finished frapp logs, i’d just started my master’s degree, and i’d had the full intent of finishing the epilogue around february of 2018. it was gonna be done and dusted and i’d never have to worry about it again. what actually happened was academia sent me into a tailspin (one of, like, four) and i just about died (i cried a lot and panicked and couldn’t sleep and don’t worry! i still can’t!). but what i didn’t do was stop thinking about frapp logs, and i realised something!

did you guys know i want to re-write the whole thing? and add twelve extra chapters? and do a html version that comes with bonus content?

to put it simply, frapp logs was a first draft, but by the time i’d finished up the main fic, i had changed my writing method. now i double -- if not triple -- draft every fic i write, and the more i look at frapp logs, the more holes i see. there’s a bunch of clunky shit i wanna fix. the pacing of the final arc? bad. i hate it sdfjhgsfd

so why no epilogue yet? well, truth be told, i feel like if i put a cap on this fic, that’ll be it. story’s over. people will go from ‘oh yeah, frapp logs, the fic i’m waiting for the epilogue of’ and go ‘oh yeah frapp logs a finished complete fic that’s done forever’. but it’s not finished! and the more i wait the more i realise frapp logs is still like... only 50% of what i want it to be. so... that’s kinda why i never got around to finishing it. because it’d be like shipping out a final product that’s missing half the parts.

this is probably an exciting answer for some (12 extra chapter! an interactive version! BONUS CONTENT!!!), but for others who’ve been waiting, yr probably like ‘bitch... what... it’s fine...’ and like. it probably is fine. but that’s just... not enough for me, haha.

this is, of course, gonna contribute to 2019 being a wild year. nilas is gonna be finished. deep-dish regret will be wrapped up, hopefully. great weiss shark au will be returning, gayer and bloodier than ever before, and i’m also gonna start working on my first novel and my first webcomic! but frapp logs is a fic i made to procrastinate on my first dissertation, and i feel like it needed more attention than that. most of this i figured out in hindsight.

so... tl;dr... i don’t know if the epilogue WILL ever be done! but that’s because i want to remake frapp logs to be bigger and gayer than ever before. 

(and right now, somehow i have to hand in a 40k dissertation that isn’t finished yet for a grade. so... sorry abt that sdfhgsfd)

[friendliest-place-on-earth]

Nail Polish

I originally wrote this fic in a journal and I would add to it during breaks at school. It turned out to be twelve pages long which should tell you something either about the size of my handwriting or the size of the journal pages.

Tw: Homophobia and some depictions of violence

“I still can’t believe I let you talk me into this…” Spot sighed, his pinky twitching.

“Don’t move! You’re gonna mess me up.” Race tightened his grip on Spot’s fingers as he applied some color to his nails.

“Yeah alright…” it was at the beginning of study hall when Race had plopped himself down in front of Spot. He’d raised an eyebrow when Race pulled out a bottle of black nail polish.

“Give me your hand.” he’d ordered.

“Um, ...no.” Spot had replied. He didn’t have anything against boys wearing nail polish, it just didn’t seem like his thing. It’s kind of hard to look tough with painted nails, he reasoned.

“Pleeeease?” Race whined. Spot rolled his eyes and allowed his hand to be taken. Race nudged the bottle in a way that let Spot know his nails weren’t going to be painted just yet.

“I looove you.” Race sang. He pressed a kiss into Spot’s palm and the shorter boy felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he sighed in defeat.

“Fine, just don’t fuck it up.” Race excitedly grabbed the bottle of black nail polish and began to twist the top off when Spot noticed he was wearing that exact color. He removed the small brush from the bottle and began to apply the color to his boyfriend’s nails.

“Alright, I’m almost done…” Race said carefully, painting Spot’s left pinky. He finally finished covering the surface, and leaned back in his chair.

“Don’t touch anything if you want them to look nice.” Race warned. Spot softly blew onto the glossy places.

“What was the point of this?” Spot asked, waving his hand around, trying to get the nail polish to dry faster.

“Well, one part was just to see if you would let me do it.” Race laughed.

“The second part was because I thought you would look cute with nail polish on.” he smirked, looking Spot over.

“Guess I was right.” the taller boy hummed, causing Spot to roll his eyes and shift in his chair.

“I’d hit you but I don’t wanna mess this up.” Spot huffed.

“See, you do like them!” Race beamed, clearly proud of himself. He leaned back in his chair to admire his hard work.

“...sure.” he muttered.

“How am I supposed to get any work done if I can’t even hold a pencil?” Spot whined.

“Can’t you just enjoy spending time with your boyfriend?” Race pouted.

“I guess I can do that.” Spot smiled and leaned across the table towards Race. Spot’s nail polish had dried by the end of study hall, so he would be able to get some work done (yay).

All in all, the day went by fairly regularly. Spot and Race almost got a detention, but Davey was able to get them out of it. Jack and Crutchie had been complaining all day about an English test they said they would fail; and Katherine and Sarah started putting the school yearbook together, which they had also been complaining about because apparently they were the only competent ones on the staff

“You guys better be glad I saved you from detention.” Davey scolded.

“You’re the best Davey!” Race said with a big smile.

“Thanks Davey.” Spot mumbled. Spot and David went to catch the bus and Race left them to walk home. Davey departed to join the crowd of heathens that rode his bus home. Spot’s bus was at the end of the line, so he still had a little ways to go. He stopped short when he heard a bunch of deep voices all talking at once. Spot looked over his shoulder and immediately recognized them as his skin began to crawl- the football team. They weren’t all bad, Race was the kicker, but Spot had a vendetta against them for how they treated his boyfriend ever since he came out and the two of them became public about their relationship.

“So I tell him- hang on, is that who I think it is?” Shit.

“Spotty boy! How ya doin’?” They immediately surrounded him, shoving him in a way they told the teachers was “playful”.

“You going to your boyfriend’s house?” the biggest one- most likely the linebacker- sneered.

“At least I’ve got someone who wants me.” Spot squared his jaw squared his jaw and looked the linebacker- Spot remembered the boy’s name was Steven- right in the eye.

“Little faggot’s got a mouth, huh?” he shoved Spot to the ground, scraping his palms as he tried to break his fall.

“What’s this?” Steven asked, leaning forward to look at Spot’s hands, focusing in on the nail polish on his fingernails.

“Wow Conlon, as if you couldn’t get any gayer.” he laughed, stepping on his fingers. Spot hissed in pain, trying to remove his fingers from under the heavy boy’s shoe but he was unsuccessful. Steven pressed harder on Spot’s hand until he felt a few fingers crack, only then did he lift his foot to kick the shorter boy in the stomach. This seemed to be a signal for the rest of the boy to begin their assault as well. Spot heard the roar of the bus engines as they began to leave the school. Great. He knew the bus drivers wouldn’t do anything to get the football players in trouble, even they knew the importance of the game to the school.

They sunk the toes of their shoes into Spot’s stomach and ribs. He initially tried to swing his arms and legs, but that only led to them the getting stomped on and crushed. He eventually decided on wrapping them around his body so he just might come out of this alive. The football players continued to kick at his shins when he pulled them into his chest, but they soon realized what he was trying to do and began to stomp on his sides. A few strangled yells escaped Spot’s throat as pain attacked him from all sides. He pulled his limbs in even tighter and tried to pretend like none of this was happening. All of a sudden, they stopped and Spot foolishly looked around for the person that must have come to save him. He began to reach out only to be pulled to his feet and then lifted in the air as Steven glowered in his face.

“You’re worthless.” he growled and threw Spot back onto the ground as he took the rest of his friends with him. He slowly relaxed into the ground as he heard their cars speed away. He looked around and saw the blood on the pavement- his blood. Spot felt for his face first and and noticed it was swollen but there were no open wounds. He looked down to his left hand- the one that had been previously stepped on- and noticed the discoloration in his fingers as well as some breakage in the skin where the deep red liquid was slowly pouring out. His middle finger was bent at an awkward angle, and he knew it and the others must be broken. His sides ached as he breathed and he knew something must be wrong with his ribs.

He didn’t cry, there was no energy left in him for that. Instead, he waited until his shallow breaths became deeper and fuller before dragging himself up to a standing position. His mind was foggy and his body felt leaden as the ground moved beneath him. Luckily, he knew of somewhere to go that was close to the school.

Race tucked the soft plush blanket underneath his chin as another episode of The Office started to play. His eyelids began to feel heavy as he sunk into the soft cushions of the couch. All his homework had been done for the day, so he was able to nap for as long as he wanted.

Tap, tap, tap. It was so quiet Race might not have heard it if the characters had not been talking. He grumbled and pushed the blanket off him lazily and didn’t bother to pick it up when it hit the ground. Neither of his parents were home so it was up to Race to deal with whoever was at the door. As he finally shuffled over and undid the lock, he opened the door to reveal his boyfriend barely standing on his own two feet.

“Hey there Racer…” he said weakly, his entire body sagging under its own weight. Race’s stomach churned as he took in the sight, Spot’s face was swollen in various places, his hand hung limply by his side with some blood on his fingers, and he was heavily leaning on the doorframe.

“Holy shit- come inside!” Race immediately threw one of Spot’s arms over his shoulders to help support his weight and tried to ignore the hisses of pain as he kicked the front door shut behind them.

“What the hell happened to you?!” Race asked as he sat Spot down on the edge of the bathtub.

“It’s not-”

“Don’t you even try that, Sean.” Race snapped. He opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out the first aid kit his parents kept in there.

“It was these guys…” Spot admitted, lowering his head.

“These guys?” Race pressed.

“It was these guys on the football team alright! They saw me walking to the bus and I guess decided they hadn’t been homophobic enough for that day.” Spot huffed.

“That’s it, I’m quitting.” Race announced, raising both of his hands in the air.

“Like hell you are! We both know you need that for a scholarship.” Spot sighed. He know how much his boyfriend hated that team, but he was a really great player and that could help get him into his dream college. Race rolled his eyes and searched through the container for something that might be of use.

“We can argue about this after you’re all cleaned up. I’m running you a bath so you might want to change unless you’re okay with getting your clothes all soaked.” Race left the bathroom and returned with a pair of swim trunks Spot had left behind when they went to a pool party a few weeks ago.

“Here.” Race tossed the shorts to Spot and turned away.

“You realize we’re boyfriends, right?” Spot raised an eyebrow. He attempted to pull off his t-shirt and winced loudly as he tried to use the hand with the broken fingers and pain began to burn on his side.

“What the hell?” Race gently grabbed Spot’s hand and studied his fingers. He tried not to move them as he saw the blood that coated almost his entire hand in a thin layer.

“Sean…” Race’s voice cracked as his eyes began to well up whilst holding Spot’s broken fingers. He’d been able to handle Spot showing up at his doorstep, bruised and bloodied as he was, because he’d been able to focusing on healing him. Now that he had stopped he couldn’t help but think that about how this was his boyfriend that had gotten beat up. He didn’t ever want to ever see him in a state like this again.

“We’re going to the hospital.” Race sniffed. He readjusted Spot’s shirt and took him out to his car and got him into the passenger seat. Race then ran back inside to grab the credit card his parents gave him for emergencies.

“We don’t need to do this…” Spot protested.

“Well too bad because you’re already in the car.” Race said with a note of finality as he began to pull out of the driveway. Spot slowly leaned on his boyfriend’s shoulder and felt his eyelids grow heavy.

“Stay awake for me, okay? We don’t know what head injuries you might have.” Race said softly, nudging Spot off of him. He quickly looked his boyfriend over and saw the many bruises that were just starting to form on top of the old ones. Race felt his heart squeeze as he continued the drive to the hospital. Spot pulled down the hanging mirror in front of him and winced at his own reflection.

“Ain’t I pretty?” he laughed weakly.

“Hey, at least it’ll get you seen to faster.” Race smiled as he pulled into the parking lot. Once the car was parked, Race opened Spot’s door for him.

“I don’ need your help.” Spot mumbled, still holding onto his boyfriend for support.

“Yeah sure, c’mon sweetheart.” Race laughed as they slowly but surely made their way across the parking lot and into the emergency room. Spot was deposited into a chair before Race went to talk to the woman at the front desk. He heard Race start to talk to a lady, but he was too busy trying not to make eye contact with the other people in the waiting room. There weren’t many people there but he would bet that they all deserved care before he did. He accidentally looked at a tired mother rocking a small child and instantly felt sick to his stomach with guilt.

“Okay Spot we’ve-” Race walked over to Spot, holding a clipboard and pen.

“Can’t we just go home? I don’t think I even need all this fancy doctor stuff…”

“Sean Conlon do not try to get out of this, look at you! Your face is swollen, you could barely make it across the parking lot, there’s blood on your clothes, and your fingers are broken!” Race whisper-shouted, not wanting to disturb the rest of the people in the room. He dug into his pocket and quickly pulled out his cell phone.

“I’m going to call your mom while you fill out this form.” Race dropped the clipboard into Spot’s lap and thought about how lucky they were that his right hand was still intact.

“Hi, Ms. Conlon this is Anthony.” Spot heard anxious muttering from the other side of the phone call.

“Everything’s fine- well, not really but I’m calling you from the hospital. Spot’s just a little banged up.” Race informed her, trying to sound as calm as possible, followed by more muttering.

“He’s right here, do you wanna talk to him?” Race handed the phone to Spot, who was almost finished with the form.

“Hey ma…”

“Sean what happened?! Are you okay?” she asked nervously. Spot decided it was best not to lie to his mother since she would know what he was doing in a second.

“Just a couple of guys at school…’

“A couple of guys?! When I get down there you are going to tell me their names and I am calling the principal!” she said frantically.

“Okay ma…” Spot shrank in his seat, he did not want to be on the business end of his mother’s wrath.

“I love you Sean!”

“Love you too ma!” Spot hung up the phone and handed it back to his boyfriend so he could finish filling out the rest of his medical form. There were only a few questions left to answer and once he was done he handed the board and pen back to Race who insisted on turning it in for him. Once Race returned to the seat next to his boyfriend, Spot rested his head on his shoulder. It took a moment to relax, but he eventually melted into Race’s side.

“Poor baby.” Race mumbled as he pressed a kiss to Spot’s forehead. The shorter boy didn’t have the energy to argue, so he just let his eyes close as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand. He was able to calm down a bit- Race still wouldn’t let him fall asleep- until a cheerful nurse stepped into the waiting room.

“Sean Conlon?” she asked brightly. Race took Spot’s hand as they went up to the nurse together.

“That’s him.” Race answered, pointing to his boyfriend.

“What’s your relation to Mr. Conlon?” she asked. Race didn’t take a second to think before he answered.

“He’s my boyfriend.” Shit. He felt his heart drop out of his chest as Spot tightened his grip on his hand.

“I’m terribly sorry but only immediate family members are allowed to accompany patients into the rooms unless we get permission from a parent or guardian.” she said with artificial sadness.

“Hey, you’ve got to let-” Spot stepped forward and Race put an arm out in front of him to make his boyfriend seem less threatening.

“I’ll be fine, you go ahead and let them help you.” Race smiled sadly, gently shoving his boyfriend in the direction of the nurse. Spot glared back at him but had no other choice but to comply.

Race sat back down in the waiting room and quickly pulled out his phone to send a text.

 Spotty Biscotti

[You] I love you!

Spotty is typing…

[Spotty] I love you too, you ass

Race laughed and opened up a game on his phone, some puzzle game which he was hardly paying attention to. After a few moments of just staring at the screen, Race decided he would rather read a webcomic about college hockey players. He was about a couple pages in when Spot’s mom came bursting in through the doors and Race quickly rose to meet her.

“Ms. Conlon!” he called, walking over to her.

“Anthony, what are you doing out here?” she asked.

“They wouldn’t let me go in with him, ‘immediate family only’ they said.” Race huffed. He knew it must have had something to do with the fact that they were both minors but that didn’t stop him from getting upset about it.

“Remind me to have a word with someone when this is all over with.” she said sternly, walking towards the front desk

“Yes ma’am.” Race replied. He stood back while Spot’s mom talked to the lady behind the desk and soon they were both taken to her son.

“Oh Sean…” Ms. Conlon murmured, inspecting her son’s injuries.

“There appears to be no head trauma, but a few of his fingers are broken and a couple of his ribs are fractured.” the nurse reported.

“You tell me who did this.” Spot’s mom ordered.

“Ma…”

“That was not a suggestion.” she sat down next to her son on the vinyl bench and took his right hand.

“Just some of the guys on the football team.”

“On the football team?! They could’ve killed you!” she knew how physically strong Spot was, but she’d also been to his boyfriend’s football game. Those boys were built like bulldozers, and the longer she thought about them acting aggressively towards her son, the angrier she became.

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t ask for them to beat me up!” Spot cried.

“I know sweetheart, I’m just upset. I’m going to call the school, do you know their names or jersey numbers?” Spot sighed and told her all the names he could remember and soon enough she was out the door. The nurse managed to catch Ms. Conlon and had her sign a few things to authorize medical care for Spot.

“Alright Sean, we’re going to take you into the next room to get you all bandaged up. He can come too.” she gestured over to Race who was already gripping onto his boyfriend’s hand. They silently walked past Spot’s mom who was having a heated discussion with who must have been the principal.

“I don’t give a damn about ‘kids who made a mistake’!” she shouted as the three of them made their way past her. They found their way into an empty room that smelled of disinfectant.

“Okay Sean, if you just want to hop up on that table, we’ll get your ribs first.” she chirped, leaving the room to grab her supplies. Spot felt the adrenaline slowly drain from his body and his fingers and ribs began to ache. He shifted uncomfortably to relieve some of the sharp pain which was inflicted with every inhale.

“How’re you feelin’ Spotty?” Race smiled sadly as Spot’s face contorted in pain.

“Wonderful.” he said sarcastically. Race got up on the plush table to sit next to Spot, who rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. They sat together until the nurse returned with all the things she needed to wrap Spot up.

“Alright, we’re gonna get your ribs all fixed first, which means you’re going to have to take your shirt off.” the nurse instructed politely. Spot began to push the fabric up over his chest when the pain flared up in his side and he began to struggle. Almost as if by instinct, Race reached over to help him.

“Here… just hold your arms out.” Race pulled the fabric on the back of the shirt over his boyfriend’s head and the rest was easier from there. The shirt was sat on the empty space on the bench as Race hopped off so the nurse could get to work. She pulled out some bandages and wrapped them tightly around Spot’s body, securing his ribs in place.

“You’re lucky this was just a sprain.” the nurse said lightly, stepping back after she finished with Spot’s ribs.

“Boy, do I feel lucky.” Spot replied through clenched teeth.

“I wish I could do something for your face hon, but all I can do for now is give you an ice pack.” the nurse said halfheartedly as she handed him a cloth bag of ice with cartoon thermometers on it. Spot set it on his lap as Race helped him put his shirt back on, and then pressed the cool surface onto one of his many bruises.

“Now we’re going to set your fingers back into place.” she pulled out three finger braces and set them on the counter which was up against the wall.

“This is probably going to hurt so I’ll give you a moment to prepare.” Spot heart started beating loudly in his chest and he quickly set down the ice pack and grabbed Race’s hand. Spot carefully extended his left hand and waited for the nurse to get started. She approached him and sat one of the braces down by his legs.

“One… two… three!” the nurse applied pressure to Spot’s finger until it went back into its proper alignment.

“Son of a-”

“Let’s not swear right now!” Race tried to cover up the sound of Spot’s yells so he wouldn’t scare his mom and the other people in the waiting room. The nurse quickly put the brace on Spot’s finger and the process repeated itself while his fingers were being put back into their proper alignment.

“That’s the last one!” the nurse wiped her forehead with an exaggerated motion.

“You were very brave young man! We’ll head on back to your mom and we’ll get you checked out.”

“Great.” Spot mumbled, ashamed of his outbursts. They shuffled back to the room with Spot’s mom where it looked like she had just finished her phone call by the redness of her face.

“Everything okay?” she asked her son.

“Peachy.” Spot gave a thumbs up with his braced hand.

“If you all want to follow me back out into the waiting room, we can get you on your way!” the nurse said cheerfully. They had to admire resilience. Ms. Conlon nodded swiftly and they all went into the nearly empty waiting room. Spot and Race decided to sit down in the chairs behind Ms. Conlon as she filled more forms.

“You feelin’ any better?” Race asked softly.

“I will when I get some painkillers.” Spot laughed humorlessly and placed his head on Race’s shoulder. Race ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair as they relaxed into each other. He wrapped his hand around Spot’s bicep and held on as a way to reassure himself that his boyfriend was okay. If only I’d been there when those guys had shown up…

“Alright boys, I hate to break this up but I really should take Sean home to rest.” Ms. Conlon said halfheartedly.

“You’re welcome to come over any time, Anthony.” she added.

“Thanks so much Ms. Conlon. When are you going to be back at school?” Race addressed Spot directly.

“I can walk, can’t I? My right hand still works so I can write too.” Spot shrugged.

“We’ll talk about it.” Ms. Conlon placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and began to steer him towards the exit.

“I guess I’ll see you later!” Race laughed and waved as Spot tried to look back at him over his mom’s shoulder.

The next day, Spot managed to convince his mom to let him go to school- something he thought he’d never do. It wasn’t that he really cared about missing anything; but Spot will have died before giving anyone who messes with him even the smallest inclination that they have won. As he trudged through the hall he tried to ignore the stares and whispers of what the hell happened? poor kid looks beat half to death… I bet his dad’s been drinking too much… Not wanting to get suspended for causing a fight, Spot kept his gaze straight ahead and kept walking. The only people who didn’t dare ask were his friends; he assumed Race told them or they were afraid of getting an ass-kicking.

“Afternoon, Conlon!” the hair on of Spot’s neck stood up as Steven’s voice decided to enter his ears.

“How’s the face feeling?” he reached his hand out to poke the bruise above Spot’s eye.

“Piss off, asshat.” Spot hissed, smacking the football player’s hand away.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that.” Steven growled. The linebacker seemed to notice the growing amount of people around them and decided to make his early exit. He grabbed Spot’s arm and shoulder roughly and shoved him against the lockers. Had he been at full health, Spot would have bounced right off and started swinging. Alas, he still had fractured ribs which caused him to crumple against the surface of the metal lockers. By the time he managed to sit himself up, Steven had disappeared, but Race was quickly making his way towards Spot.

“What the hell just happened?” Race asked earnestly, helping his boyfriend to his feet.

“One a’ the guys who roughed me up yesterday just slammed me against the lockers.” he admitted, rubbing the area where his ribs hurt the most.

“Are you okay?” Race asked quickly.

“Yeah bu-” and just like that his boyfriend was up again.

“Hey asshole!” Race shouted, he could still see the beefy football player at the end of the hall talking to somebody.

“What the hell were you thinking, throwing my boyfriend into the lockers?!” Race asked angrily. As the linebacker turned to face Race, he could see the person he was talking to was the coach of the football team.

“I don’t kno-” the Steven started.

“Save it, son. Anthony, I can assure you we have no room on the team for boys who starts fights. We’ve learned of some recent unacceptable behavior that directly goes against our code of conduct.” the coach said sternly.

“What are you sayin’?” Race asked.

“What I’m saying is that this young man here and all of his accomplices will be removed from the team and given a three-day suspension effective immediately.” he said. Race couldn’t think of a single word to say so he just gave a big sigh of relief.

“Thank you sir.” he managed to choke out.

“It wasn’t my decision, that Ms. Conlon put the fear of God in the principal.” the coach laughed with fear in his eyes. The ex-football player couldn’t do anything but glare angrily as he was led to the main office.

“What’s goin’ on?” Spot appeared by Race’s side. Instead of answering him, Race gently cupped Spot’s face and kissed him forcefully.

“They ain’t ever going to bother you again sweetheart, the school’s takin’ care of it.” Race said, just inches from his boyfriend’s face.

“What do you mean by that?” Spot asked, a little dazed.

“I mean, suspended, kicked off the football team, everything but expulsion!” the taller boy answered gleefully. Race became confused when Spot frowned at the ground.

“What’s the matter, isn’t this a good thing?” Race tried to find Spot’s eyes.

“I just don’t want anyone thinking I need to be saved is all…” Spot huffed.

“Sweetheart, I am always gonna be lookin’ out for you! It’s because I love you!” Race placed a soft kiss onto his boyfriend’s forehead. Spot rolled his eyes and rested his head on Race’s chest.

“At least leave the fighting to me, alright?” Spot asked into Race’s shirt.

“No promises.” he laughed in response. Spot lifted his head from Race’s chest to look his boyfriend in the eyes.

“Let’s at least promise to take care of each other.” Spot took Race’s hand.

“Deal.” just like that,it was the end of the school day and the time had come for the two of them to head home.

[prisoner619b]

Love Bite

So after seeing @eyugho ‘s comic I just needed to write this. It took me longer than I intended due to work and midday naps but I finished it! Hopefully there aren’t too many typos in it I wanted to get it out before going to bed today.

Word count: 4648

fic under the cut

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Planet Oulike was, to say the least, adorable. Lance was certain that there couldn’t be a more adorable race in the entire universe. The Ouliken were kind of sheep-like, and their wooly coats were braided and woven into intricate designs. Lance was fairly certain that the colors were artificial, dyes added in the braiding process to enhance the designs. Their Queen’s coat was an intricate masterpiece that was reminiscent of a Persian rug. Some of the wool was sheared off in the process of making their clothes, but part of it was carefully spun while still attached to create the base of the weave. They showed the Paladins the process since they were all pretty curious about how their clothes seemed to be attached to their bodies.

 Even the insects on the planet were absolutely adorable. Lance held his hand out for a pink heart-shaped moth-like bug to land on.

 “I see one of our Hubun has found you!” The queen said happily. “They are a delightful creature, native to our planet.” She told them. “You may want to be careful, however. Their bite – ”

 Lance didn’t even wait for her to finish talking. As much as he might enjoy a cute little bug, like moths or grasshoppers or cicadas he hated anything that might bite him. He shook his hand furiously and the moth went sailing into Keith’s face.

 The Queen chuckled. “Now now, you don’t have to be afraid of the Hubun,”

 Keith suddenly yelped and smacked the bug off his face. It flew away into the distance, no longer interested in any of the paladins.

 “Lance! What the hell?” Keith whipped his head around to glare at Lance. “Why’d you have to throw it at me?”

 “I didn’t mean to throw it at you, I didn’t want to get bitten!”

 “Yeah and now I’m the one who got bitten!”

 “I didn’t realize there was so much discord between your paladins.” The Queen said, though she didn’t seem the least bit disturbed by this. If anything, she seemed amused. “Perhaps the Hunbun chose them for a reason.”

 “What exactly are you talking about?” Allura asked.

 “The bite of a Hubun causes uninhibited infatuation with the first person the bitten person sees, only for a few days. In this case it seems your red paladin has fallen for your blue paladin.”

 Keith blinked a few times, then stared at Lance, his glare softening. “Wow, Lance I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

 “Oh no.” Lance’s face paled.

 “Oh yes.” Pidge slapped her hands together.

 “Shiro!” Lance yelled across the crowd to where Hunk was getting his hair braided and Shiro was being covered in woven wreathes with all the colors of Voltron.

 Shiro looked up immediately at the tone of his voice and quickly pushed through the crowd to make his way over to the rest of his team, followed shortly by Hunk who was very unhappy that the Ouliken didn’t get to finish doing his hair.

 “What happened? Is something wrong?” Shiro looked around quickly, looking for whatever could have caused Lance’s obvious distress.

 “Please help me.”

 In the short time it took for Shiro and Hunk to rejoin the rest of the group, Keith had made his way over to Lance and was now standing behind him with his arms wrapped loosely around his waist and his pressed against his neck.

 “I. Um.” Shiro stammered, unsure of the sight before him.

 “Get this.” Pidge said happily. “Keith got bitten by some alien love bug and now he’s even gayer than usual and completely into Lance.”

 “Help. Please.” Lance said again and Keith’s hands started to roam.

 “Are you uh, are you doing okay there Lance?” Hunk asked.

 “Do I look like I’m doing okay?” Lance practically shouted.

 “Calm down, Lance.” Keith said softly into his hear, eliciting a shiver from the other boy.

 “Okay, Keith, please let go of Lance. You’re clearly making him very uncomfortable.” Shiro ordered after processing what exactly was going on.

 “In our culture,” The Queen cut in, “We typically reciprocate the Hubun’s effects by having the other party become bitten as well. We believe strongly in the free exchange of love. I’m sure it won’t be hard to find another Hubun for your blue paladin here. The experience will bring them closer than ever.”

 “I like that idea.” Keith pressed a kiss against Lance’s shoulder. He then said, quietly so only Lance could hear him, “I know you don’t like bug bites, but how about a love bite from me?”

 Lance figured out how to get his legs working again after hearing that and immediately pushed himself out of Keith’s arms and stumbled forward. Shiro got between the two boys before Keith could reattach himself to Lance and held him back.

 “I think the best course of action would be to get everyone back to the castle.” Shiro said.

 “We thank you for your hospitality, truly.” Allura bowed to their queen. “If I may, could we take a specimen back to our labs? We want to be able to do some tests to see if the bite will have any unexpected symptoms on our paladin due to his different biology. Any information you have on the Hubuns will be greatly appreciated.”

 “Of course dear! Come this way.” She ushered Allura back towards the village center. “Thank you and continue to spread the love.” The Queen said with a wave to the rest of team Voltron.

 Once they were back at the castle they had time to try and figure out what exactly could be done about Keith’s situation. Figuring things out, unfortunately, meant that Coran was needed for his knowledge on alien biology, Hunk and Pidge were needed for their combined extensive knowledge on pretty much everything else, and Shiro was needed for leadership. Actually, Lance was pretty sure that Shiro wasn’t needed all that much and really wished that Shiro would come help keep Keith off of him. They could have at least made Keith a part of the think tank trying to find a way to end the love infection sooner instead of just taking a blood sample and leaving it at that. Lance resorted to locking himself in his room. Keith tried a few times to convince him to open the door but he refused and Keith eventually went away.

 Lance buried his face in his pillow and sighed.

 “Why did this have to happen?” He moaned. Of course his crush would get space roofied into falling for him, the universe was just out to get him like that. He couldn’t handle it. Keith’s hands on his body made his skin feel like it was catching on fire even through the paladin armor. The memory of it burned in his mind and felt like that fire of emotion had left scorch marks on him and he could feel himself blushing. Lance wanted nothing more than anything to fully give in to Keith’s insane infatuation with him, but he wasn’t that kind of guy. “Obviously Keith would never like me without some stupid alien bug bite,” he told himself.

 “Lance? Buddy?” Hunk’s voice called through his door.

 “I’m not here.” Lance answered.

 “I fixed up some dinner if you’re hungry. I made some of your favorites!”

 Lance crawled out of bed and opened the door. “Fine. I’ll come out for food.”

 “Oh and also we have some new information about the Hubun love bite.” Hunk said very quickly, grabbing Lance by the arm and tugging him away from his door before he had a chance to retreat back inside to safety.

 “You lured me out with food just to tell me bad news? Hunk, you’re demoted. The mice are now my best friends.” Lance huffed.

 “It’s not that bad! It’s not like, best case scenario news but it’s better than we thought.” Hunk admitted. “From what Allura gathered about the Hubun it only lasts a few days, but that’s on Ouliken. On Keith, it might be a bit less. We think a larger body is going to work through the toxin faster, but we’re not entirely sure. The only thing we’re really sure about is that there’s no way to lessen the effects artificially, so we can only hope it wears off in a day or two instead of taking even longer. The Queen said it can sometimes last up to a week with Ouliken.”

 “Hunk!” Lance cried. “I’m gonna die. This is it. I’m going to die of being too bi to function. I bequeath to you all my hair supplies. But Pidge gets my face masks. If I’m dead she can’t get mad at me for thinking that she needs them.”

 “It’s not that bad.” Hunk said. “I thought you said you got over your crush on Keith anyways.”

 “I might have underestimated the size of that crush and the whole ‘getting over it’ was a bit of wistful thinking and storytelling.”

 “Oh, Lance.” His friend sighed. “It’ll be okay. Shiro can help keep Keith away from you if he goes too far. And I’m pretty sure dying of a crush isn’t an actual thing.”

 “Yes it is!” Lance insisted. “I’ll have a heart attack! All my blood is gonna rush to my face and then my head is going to explode. It’s going to be super gross and I can’t do this!”

 “You don’t really have a choice, man.” Hunk said awkwardly. “Like I said, there’s not really anything we can do but wait this out.”

 Hunk continued to lead Lance to the dining hall. Lance could feel his heart pounding in his chest, still stuck on the thought of Keith’s hands on his hips. Luckily, Keith was missing from the dinner table when he and Hunk arrived. Allura and Shiro were chatting and Pidge was fiddling with her phone while Coran set the table with the amazing food that Hunk had made for them. At least Hunk was a good friend who knew just the right foods to make for Lance when he was on the verge of panicking.

 They all sat down to eat. Shiro was looking at the door, clearly concerned. They all chatted like nothing was wrong but even then, the nagging feeling remained. It wasn’t just Lance who was trying to stay calm. Hunk didn’t say it, but Lance knew he was worried about Voltron. They couldn’t form Voltron if Keith was completely out of it like this. Allura and Shiro were likely worried about the same thing, and Shiro was worried about Keith’s well-being on top of that. Pidge actually didn’t seem all that stressed out. She was more amused than anything else by the whole situation.

 “Honestly this whole thing is great.” Pidge said, grinning. “Not only can I make fun of Lance for being so scared of a cute little pink heart-shaped moth – ”

 “I wasn’t scared! I just didn’t want to get bitten by some alien bugs right on my face!” Lance exclaimed. “Look at this face! Bug bites are a bit fat no no with the amount of time I spend looking this good.”

 “You do look really good.”

 “Oh quiznack.” Lance said.

 Keith had strutted into the room, Lance’s green jacket hanging off his thin frame. He took a seat next to Lance and grinned at him.

 “How did you get my jacket?” Lance asked him.

 “You left your door open. I was looking for you, and you weren’t there.” He was pouting and oh no, Lance could not handle that.

 “Keith.” Shiro chastised. “You really should give Lance his jacket back.” It was like he was talking to a child, but Keith wasn’t having it.

 “No way. It smells like him.”

 Lance moved his seat a bit away from Keith, or tried to at least. Keith hooked his ankle around the leg of the chair and pulled him back even closer than before.

 “Keith.” Lance whined. “Just let me eat in peace, please.”

 Keith didn’t respond. He took the fork out of Lance’s hand and finished the bite Lance had been about to eat. He withdrew the fork slowly from between his lips, never breaking eye contact with Lance before handing it back.

 “Well thanks for dinner Hunk I’m just gonna grab some of this and head back to my room.” Lance said very quickly, his voice cracking as he did. He went to grab a few bread rolls but Keith got to them before him. Keith took a bite of the one he was holding before handing it over to Lance.

 “I um,” Lance’s eyes darted between the roll and Keith’s lips. He grabbed the offered roll and darted off before anything else embarrassing could happen.

 Lance needed a break. His heart was pounding in his chest, and not from running back to his room. He needed a shower. A very long, very cold shower, followed by about ten hours of sleep to hopefully clear his head.

 It worked, a little bit. When Lance woke up he felt a lot better. Nobody was waiting for him outside his door as he left to get breakfast. Keith usually got up early to train, though Lance had no idea if he was still doing that in his current state. Everyone was already at the table when he got there. There was a spread of leftovers and food goo for them all to enjoy. Keith smiled as soon as Lance entered the room. He thought for a moment, contemplating his choices in his mind. If he didn’t sit next to Keith, Keith would probably end up moving next to him, right? So maybe it would be for the best to sit next to him from the start.

 “Lance, sit here.” Keith waved him over.

 “Yeah, fine.” Lance grumbled. Keith was giving him puppy dog eyes but that definitely wasn’t the reason why he was going to sit with him. Nope. Definitely not.

 “I got you a plate.” Keith pushed a plate filled with first picks of Hunk’s leftovers. It was a nice gesture, and Lance was very hungry after ditching halfway through dinner the night before.

 “Are you feeling alright?” Keith asked him, leaning in close. “You left in a hurry last night.”

 ‘Deep breaths’ he told himself. “I’m fine.”

 “I’ll say.” Keith grinned.

 Pidge groaned and dropped her fork. “I can’t believe Keith is worse than Lance!”

 “Hey! You’re the one who was enjoying this yesterday!” Lance shot back at her.

 “It’s funny watching you be in pain.” She said.

 “Come on guys, let’s just eat our food and then we can get some training in.” Shiro ordered. “And Keith, please try to behave yourself.”

 “No promises.”

 Lance elected to ignore Keith’s flirtations as he ate his food. It was hard though, and it wasn’t even just the flirting that was killing him. The soft looks and the quiet sighs from Keith as he stared at Lance like he was the most beautiful thing in the world made his head spin, but he had to get ahold of himself. If Keith couldn’t control himself, Lance had to at least be able to control himself. It wasn’t helping that Keith was still wearing his jacket.

 At least today Keith wasn’t taking any food from Lance. Lance wasn’t really sure if he’d be able to handle that display a second time. Maybe he saw how uncomfortable Lance was yesterday and decided to stop? Lance had no idea what was going through the guy’s mind. Across the table Shiro was shooting Keith stern looks. Brotherly fear must trump alien bug bites, Lance figured. Keith was inching very close to Lance, however. He got close enough that their arms brushed together every so often and Lance could feel the blush creeping back onto his cheeks. Pidge had her phone out and was not so subtly taking pictures of the two of them.

 Training came next.

 Lance immediately made a beeline for Hunk for his sparring partner. He actually did think for a second he’d be able to train in peace, but he should have known better.

 “Lance.” Keith grabbed his arm and tugged him backwards. “You’re with me today.”

 “I always train with you! I want to train with someone else today.” Lance said, trying to get out of it.

 “We train together because we’re the closest in fighting level.” Keith replied, still pulling Lance over to their area of the training room. “Plus I’d really like a chance to get my hands on you.” He winked at him.

 “Shiro!” Lance called for their leader.

 Shiro was, however, completely distracted by Allura. ‘The heteros have failed me again.’ Lance thought bitterly. The two were sparring and Lance was pretty sure they managed to make it more romantic than even Keith could manage in his current state. It’s not like Lance could really blame Shiro though. Being pinned by Allura was a fantasy anyone with eyes had.

 “I’ll taze him if he gets weird!” Pidge yelled across the room. Keith stuck his tongue out at here and yeah, okay, that was really cute. Lance wasn’t going to make it through today alive.

 “You always end up with your ass on the ground, let’s see if you can hold me down for once.” Keith said.

 Lance did his best to push the double meaning out of Keith’s taunt so he could focus on sparring. He hoped that Keith had his mind on sparring as well, but given how easy it was to get under him to flip him over and pin him to the ground, his mind was anywhere but fighting.

 “I knew you had it in you.” Keith grinned. Lance sat up quickly and backed away from the boy laying underneath him. “Aw, come on. I know you’re shy, but you’re so cute you can’t expect me not to want this.”

 “But you don’t want this!” Lance hissed. “God, you’re so smart Keith, how has this thing infected you so completely that you can’t even realize that these feelings you’re having never existed before yesterday?” Keith looked like he was about to say something but Lance didn’t give him the chance. He stood up and stormed out of the training room, calling out over his shoulder to Shiro that he needed a break.

 Footsteps sounded in the hall behind him as he made his way back to his room. Keith. It had to be Keith.

 Lance turned a corner, then another, heading away from the rooms and hoping that Keith wouldn’t know where he went. He pressed his back against the wall to make himself fit in a small crevice there and held his breath as he heard Keith’s steps stop in the hallway, then return and grow louder.

 “Lance? Where did you go?”

 Lance struggled to make himself as small as possible inside his hiding spot but he knew that if Keith got close it wasn’t going to matter.

 “There you are!” Keith said happily when he caught sight of Lance hiding. “What are you doing there?”

 Lance’s first thought was to move – get away from the wall and run to his room before Keith did something Lance wouldn’t be able to resist. He couldn’t. Keith was in his space immediately and pressed himself up against Lance’s chest. His face was as red as Lance knew his own must be, and his eyes were dilated past what would be normal for this light.

 “I know you don’t think what I’m feeling is genuine.” Keith said softly, his breath warm and intoxicating against Lance’s face. “But I feel it, Lance. You’re all I can think about.” He wasn’t even looking Lance in the eyes, he was staring down and to the side. “If what I’m feeling isn’t real then why does it hurt so much to be apart from you?”

 Lance could feel his breath catch his throat. He wanted more than anything to lean forward and kiss Keith. He wanted to let Keith kiss him, have him in any way that he could imagine but he couldn’t.

 Keith raised his gaze to look Lance in the eyes. “Please Lance.” He breathed. “Let me kiss you.”

 He wasn’t thinking, he couldn’t think. Lance nodded before he could stop himself and suddenly Keith’s lips were on his. This had to stop, Lance knew that. He tried to push Keith away but Keith just took his wrists and pinned them back against the wall so he keep kissing the object of his infatuation.

 “Keith stop – ” Lance tried to say against his lips. That was a mistake, Keith took his chance to push his tongue between Lance’s lips and deepen their kiss. Lance could feel his face burning. ‘This must be what dying feels like,’ he thought. He had to be dying. His brain was on fire and he couldn’t think about anything except the electricity shooting through his veins as Keith continued to kiss him and press up against his body.

 Finally, Keith pulled back. He licked his lips and smiled softly at Lance. “Lance, I,”

 Lance didn’t wait for him to finish. It was becoming habit to run away from these situations with Keith at this point. There wasn’t much else he could do. He shoved Keith. Hard. Keith stumbled backwards and tripped, falling hard on the ground. Lance didn’t care. He had to get away. He just ruined everything real he could have ever had with Keith and he had to get away. So he ran.

 Once he was back in his room where Keith couldn’t flirt with him and make him feel weird all over, he tried to force himself to relax. He pulled out a box of sewing supplies he’d found in his closet as well as some old clothes he was using for scrap fabric and began to stitch pieces together. Since he’d gotten into space he’d tried to make souvenirs for his family for when he one day got to see them again. Now he was sewing a small Queen Luxia for his niece. She loved mermaids even more than he did. His hands were shaking and he could barely see straight as he looked at the fabric swatches in his lap.

 There was a knock at the door and Lance dropped the needle he was holding.

 “Go away Keith! I’m not opening the door until you’re better.” He yelled.

 “It’s Shiro.”

 “My bad. Go away Shiro. I’m not opening the door until Keith is better.”

 “I actually ran into Keith in the hallway.” Shiro said. “I heard about what happened. I’m sorry Lance, I should have followed you sooner after you left. But if it makes you feel any better, I may have accidentally locked Keith’s door from the outside. He can’t get out until I let him.”

 Lance got up and opened the door. “You seriously gave him a time out?”

 Shiro chuckled. “Yes. He needed it. Can I come in?”

 Lance hesitated for a moment before stepping to the side to let Shiro come in. He sat down on Lance’s bed and motioned for Lance to join him.

 “We need to talk about what’s been happening with Keith.” He said. “I should have been monitoring the situation more closely, and I’m really sorry you’ve been put through all this, Lance. I hope you’ll be able to forgive Keith for his behavior once this is all over and out of his system.”

 “That’s not the problem.” Lance mumbled.

 “What?”

 “I said. That’s not the problem.” Lance repeated a bit louder.

 “What are you talking about?”

 “I kissed him!” Lance hid his face in his hands. “I’m a bad person, Shiro! God I liked him so much and I knew it was wrong but I let him kiss me! What kind of person does that? He’s been infected by some sort of space love potion and I was enjoying it! He kissed me and he never would have done that if he had been in his right mind, and I know that and I still let it happen!”

 “I heard he kissed you, I had no idea,”

 “No idea how awful I am, I know, right?” Tears were burning behind Lance’s eyes as he spoke. “He’s going to hate me. I’d hate me. Hell, I already do hate me. You probably hate me now, too. I took advantage of your baby bro because I’m selfish and weak and – ”

 “Hold on Lance, you need to calm down.” Shiro put his arm around Lance’s shoulder and tried to hold him steady as his body began to shake. Tears started to drip down his cheek but at least Shiro couldn’t see that with his face buried in his hands.

 “Lance, listen to me. You’re not a bad person.” He paused. “You have a crush on Keith?”

 Lance nodded.

 “You’re right when you say it’s wrong to take advantage of someone who can’t think straight, but nobody can expect you to be perfect when someone you like is acting like that towards you. It’s the Hubun’s fault, okay Lance?”

 Lance took a shuttered breath and uncovered his face. Shiro wiped a tear away with his thumb and smiled at him.

 “Have you heard of the bro code, Lance?”

 Lance snorted. “Yes dude, of course I have.”

 “Well, there’s a funny thing about it. It only really applies to friends. For example, I’m not going to turn around and tell Keith that you have a crush on him when he gets better because we’re friends. Keith on the other hand, isn’t a friend. He’s a brother.” He was grinning mischievously and Lance wasn’t sure he trusted it. “Which is why it’s my duty to tell his secrets if they’re embarrassing or if I think it’ll make things better. So Lance, I have no obligation at all to hide the fact that Keith actually does have a crush on you, and has for a while now.”

 “You’re lying.” Lance said almost instantly.

 “Scouts honor.” Shiro held up three fingers in a scout salute. “When he gets better, you two should have a talk.”

  -oOo-

 Best case scenario seemed to be the one that happened. Lance woke up the next morning to find his jacket folded up neatly by his door, which Lance took as meaning that Keith was back to normal. He knocked on his door and while there was no answer, he could hear shuffling coming from inside.

 “Keith?” He called out. After there was no response, he tried again. “Keith, buddy. We need to talk.”

 A couple of ticks passed, then a few more, a dozen more; Lance was about ready to leave when the door finally slid open.

 “Lance I’m so sorry I can’t believe how I was acting oh quiznak you must have me I’d hate me and I – ”

 Lance decided that after all the hell Keith had been putting him through he deserved the opportunity to deal back exactly what had been done to him. So he stepped into Keith’s room and silenced him by grabbing his face and kissing him.

 Keith stepped back, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. “You just – but – Lance after what I did – ”

 “I really, really like you Keith.” Lance said. “I have for a while and that’s why I was freaking out with how you were acting. I thought you couldn’t possibly like me without that stupid bite but Shiro said – ”

 “Shiro is a traitor!” Keith was blushing furiously.

 “Oh come on, you can’t be that mad.” Lance laughed. “Do you want to try to kiss me without being all love potioned and overly aggressive about it?”

 “Yes. Hell yes.” Keith grabbed the front of Lance’s shirt and pulled him back for a passionate kiss.

 If they ever went back to Oulike, Lance might have to thank them for this.

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Welcome to Stamford Pt 4

Okay so how long has it been of sever writers block, crossed with an earthquake and to many hours at work? Weeks, months? I don’t know but all I know is im back, and this ladies and dudettes is what I call- ‘you know when you have written like 3 chapters and you think they are all shit so you re-write them and you spew corny shit all over the pages’! But I needed to give you guys something, you were begging me and I felt bad. So please don’t kill me for this.

Now the way I see Finn in this, is different. He’s more loveable, cheerful and what I think FUNNY??

Just think of the way Nico acts in real life. I always see moody Finn and grumpy Finn… what about happy Finn. But hey if you don’t like it, then pass this on as a flake.

Now my writing is meh? I haven’t written in so long and this was a spur of the moment thing where I had to write this down before it disappeared.

Enough with my rambles, READ. READ. READ. And P.s I might be on Wattpad now? So im not just writing fan fic anymore!

I LOVE YOU ALL MY PATIENT FOLLOWERS! MWAH!!!

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PART 3 GUYS! HAVE A RE-CAP 

 FINN POV

 Sweat baby Jesus.

I could see the blush invade her ivory skin, her plump cheeks turning a glorious shade of crimson red. Her eyes avoiding mine as I tried in vain to see those deep chocolate irises of hers.

Stubborn girl

I knew she was embarrassed. The all mighty Rae with a mouth as lethal as a gun was stunned in silence.

I could hear Archie briefly chuckle under his breath before my eyes flicked to his. It was a moment of gratitude when he cleared his throat and straightened his posture, not muttering a single word more. I didn't need to give this girl a reason to run.

I couldn't help the broad smirk stretch across my face, not that she would even notice. No she was too busy playing with the loose threat of her shirt. Dazed by her own lyrical words, and most likely regretting the last five minutes of her life.

"Oh really" I couldn't help but question with a little pep to my words. I won't lie, I was enjoying this. Watching her body squirm under my gaze like I was her weakness, I felt powerful but also very amused.

I straightened to my full height but kept my arms crossed across my chest, my smile never fading. This girl was really something.

"Go on..." I asked as I lifted an eyebrow, my gaze never wavers from hers.

Her head shot up, I could see her brain ticking away. Most likely over thinking the situation she got herself into.

“I... ugh- I only just read that part" she stuttered barely above a whisper.

Before I had the chance to reply to the vixen my view was obstructed. Blue eyes pierced into mine, it wasn't a foreign experience looking into them but it was an experience I unfortunately discovered one too many times.

"Hiya Finn" Her slightly squeaky voice made me shutter. I learnt a few months back that Chloe wasn't going to give up, yes I might have led her on at the start, body first, mind second. I am a guy, and nobody in their right mind can say they have never done or won’t ever do something like that. By the time I learnt other aspects about Chloe, the way she coolly spoke about other females, her slightly flirtatious fingers that wondered a bit too much along the planes of my body I realised we had nothing in common. She likes attention, I hated it. That was more than enough reason to keep away. I hadn't even kissed the girl and I have to fend her off with a spatula.

Her finger nails slide alone my shirt, whilst her other hand tangled through her hair, twirling her locks into a tight knot. Ha! Hope her fingers get fucking stuck.

"Chloe" I nodded, removing her hand and backing up slightly. I noticed her smile drop before her fake facade crept its way back onto her face.

"I was thinking that maybe we could hang out again tomorrow night" her sickly sweet voice was drumming through my head. I noticed her eyes flick back towards Rae who still looked like a deer in headlights. A smug smirk etched its way onto her slim face, and I knew exactly what was going on.

I knew at that moment she was marking her territory. Fuck, she might as well just cock her leg and piss on me instead. I've had numerous girls attempt this, and all of them failed. I was not some object, I liked my space and I liked to make my own decisions. And right now my own monologue sounded like a pre-teen-fucking-girl.

"Actually chlo" I spoke coolly, fuck I hope this worked. "Rae and I already had plans".

Four mouths dropped in unison, but only two mouths spoke- or yelled.

"What" Chloe and Rae were in sync, both tones slightly pitchy but I gave it a C+ for effort.

"Maybe all that erotic smut has seeped too far into that head of yours Rae" I wiggled my eyebrows to emphasize what I meant; "If you don't remember us having plans tonight, then maybe I should just drag you away now".

I hoped to God Rae played along with this one, my eyes were pleading to her. I could see the sparkle of mischief in those doe eyes, it manifested in self into a full blown grin and I was nearly knocked of my feet.

Two rows of while teeth, cute little dimples that sat on the edge of her beautiful smile, and I even noticed the wrinkle she got near her eye.

God, this sad sap of and man could just reach out and pinch the roundness of her cheeks like an overbearing Grandma. I have officially lost my balls.

"Oh that. Sorry totally forgot, ugh. Well all I really remember is that you- you promised me pizza all expenses paid for and I can't really turn that down" Rae was a natural liar, I wasn't sure to be scared or amazed.

"You sure you need the pizza" Chloe mumbled under her breath, but I know that Rae and the others had heard her snide comment.

Just as I was about to say something in return, I heard Rae speak up. To say I was shocked was an understatement, to say I was now stiff as a board down stairs was completely accurate. Oh the bite in her words was beyond erotic.

"Well Chlo, yeah I do. An ass like this doesn't stay this round by only eating salad. Maybe you should try it one day; I mean it might give them something to look at from behind".

SHE HAD ME. HOOK. LINE. SINKER.

My arm was then suddenly torn from my body, blood spraying the weak as zombies raided the school demolishing those who couldn’t run fast enough. Poor Chloe dead, her jugular spraying warm blood one the walls… is what I wanted to narrate but really it was Rae pulling me along towards the library exit whilst I threw I peace sign over my shoulder to gayer, red and blow –up Barbie. Oh I could so be a writer.

She let me go from her clutches as soon as we were far enough away and stopped awkwardly. She smelled like coconut, her face flushed red, and her tacky bag just hung limp from her hand.

“Okay well this was fun- ugh… See ya!” have you ever watched a girl speed walk away from you like you just announced that you had leprosy? Well that was what Rae was currently doing and I must say my ego wasn’t too impressed.

“HEY!” I yelled, which caused her to walk a little faster. I swear she could win Olympic gold with that stride.

“Rae Stop! I mean it…” shit this was not working. She had managed to cross the quad and head towards the front of the school. I knew once she made it out of the gate I would lose her. So many possible ways she could turn and with a walk like that I wouldn’t be surprised if she walked all the way to London by the time I made it to the chippy.

It was time to officially lose any street cred that I had.

Operation embarrass-the-shit-out-of-rae-until-she-stops comenses.

“Rae Earl! How could you do that to me! Kiss me then leave me for another!” I yelled, fake sobs raked my body and any student between her and I gawked. Including Rae herself, excellent.

“You told me it was only me!” I continued, falling to my knees in a dramatic fashion.

I looked at the ground as she started to cuss in my direction. I didn’t need to see her to know she was currently heading my way.

“Get the fuck up Finn”.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?” I wailed waving my hands in the air like a mother giving birth. I really shouldn’t have dropped drama class. I was just imagining my name in flashing lights- Finn ‘the knicker dropper’ Nelson, God of the theatre. Ultra sexy alter ego named ‘Nico mirallegro’ king of the Italian mafia. (Always had a thing for Italian names, sue me!)

“If I wanted to listen to an asshole Finn, I’d fart. Now get the fuck up!” Rae’s face was just a whisper from my ear and I couldn’t help but crack a large grin as I got back to my knees.

“You had me at hello” I spoke lustfully giving her a good ol’ wink.

“You’re a pervert! Why the fuck did you just do that to me… and you? Aren’t you worried about your reputation! God you are so stupid” she smacked her palm on her forehead and huffed.

I sighed. “Why would I care what any of these people think?” twisting my brows together as I saw the shock on her face. “… and plus the way you were walking you’ve be in Australia before I knew it. I wanted you to stop”.

She gave me a look as to say ‘why?’ and I breathed heavily… well ive already gone this far.

“I thought we had plans… you know-pizza?”

“You meant that?” I nodded.

“Oh well I thought you were just saying that to get away from Chloe” I rubbed my face with my hands and then looked straight into her chocolate eyes.

“You intrigue me Rae. You act different, you look different. I need a change in my life. So what do you say? Pizza…?”

Ohkay who the fuck am i, and what have i just done to grumpy Finn. i took me years to perfect that grunt, and in a matter of 10 minutes she just managed to turn me into a completely different person. Ohkay maybe i need to rethink my acting career, im not good at staying in character.

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