#LET MY BOYS BE GAY STUPID TEEN

[wachi-delectrico]

Bruhhhhh joined a fb group for queers without looking at the rules much but going over them it said they wouldn't accept people who self-id as transsexual?? And also wouldn't accept bi men who call themselves gay?? And looking at the mods' profiles they're all like 16-17??? What are the kids doing

[hymen-restoration-project]

Okay. Fine. I'm making this blog because you fucking ASSCLOWNS keep posting shit that's so flagrantly unacceptable that, were it to be posted, would have angry righteous concerned citizens chasing you out of town with fucking pitchforks. I cannot for a god damn second believe any of you are posting in good faith. Take a fucking lesson in humility AND GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE. This is the INTERNET. The shit you post here HAS CONSEQUENCES. I didn't put up with losing my fucking cousin to your stupid bullying just to stand idly by and watch as you make the next kid cry and get off the internet forever. Which in this day and age is almost as fucking bad as physical assault or fucking murder.

Okay, now that I've got that shit out of the way. My introduction.

Hi, I'm Bethany/Jacks (if you're cool 😎). I'm not saying my age!!! (you creepy incels need to leave girls alone. Nuff said.) My pronouns are She/Her. I'm a proud Wisconsin girl:) (I LOVE cheese it's so good y'all.)

My DNI list is as follows!!!!!

DNI:

Adults over 25 / kids under 12 (preference! Sorry but you gotta be a teen to talk to yours truly :/) | MOBA players (yall are RACIST as FUCK my brother D (not saying his real name) plays League and he says f*ggot all the time. I can reclaim it because I'm bisexual but he does not have the pass.) Play SDV or animal crossing instead 🥱 | Vivziepop fans (UGHGHHHH) | Proshippers (GROSS!!!!!!!! GODDDDD!! Stop fucking kids...) | Homophobes / Transphobes / Alcoholics (Basically just anyone who is or says there my dad.) | Metal fans (Taylor is better. Later loser 👋) | Antishippers (Nuff said.) | Paw Patrol fans/stans | People who smoke. (Including weed 🙄) | Taylor Swift haters (You are the worst fucking people on the fucking planet I hate you more than Hitler and my dad. And she is gay btw. There isn't anything you can do about it.) | BTS / Kpop fans (nothing against y'all, I just don't like boys) | People who hate America (It's the land of the free for a fucking reason. Read a book.) | Racists | ISIS | Proshippers (Fuck you.) | Kink freaks (Maybe I'm biased but piss is weird) | Pro-life (Fuck you!!! Hands off my youterus) | and finally last but not least. Proshippers.

Anyway now that my DNI is out of the way let me tell you about my interests!!

I like Taylor Swift (obviously), Stardew Valley, puppies, kittens, baking, Animal Crossing, Netflix, tarot cards, witchy stuff, and other stuff too!

[olderthannetfic]

Im neither a proshipper nor an anti at this current stage in life, but at one point i was an anti i guess? And I hate it say it, but looking back, I understand why. I don't think I actually gave a fuck about Harmful Fanfic or whatever, it was just a substitute for therapy that i couldn't get at the time (because "literally neurodivergent and a minor" or whatever, but like...actually literally neurodivergent and a minor LOL).

As weird as it sounds like, no one cared about my ACTUAL PAIN, and that made me feel EVEN MORE PAIN, so i took it out on ppl who shipped "abuse", or whatever.

It's so stupid now, as an adult who is mentally better than I was then, but as ridiculous as it was, seeing someone ship an "abusive" ship or a "queer erasing ship" (like a canonically gay character with someone of the other binary gender)...it felt eerily similar to the actual abuse I was facing and the stress that everyone was putting on me to find a boyfriend or ask why my (closeted lesbian) self didn't like any boys.

But it was so much easier to keyboard warrior about how people who ship Bad things are Bad people, than it was to fix any problems in my actual life because...well, the actual problems in my life COULDN'T be fixed. That isn't a learned helplessness thing, there was genuinely nothing I could've done. So pissing off Shippers was, like, a vessel for that, and it *felt* like I was getting to lash out at the same people who were ACTUALLY hurting me, even though that obviously is not the case. Funny thing is, it wasn't actual fandom discourse that made me switch sides, it was getting to learn more about youth liberation movements and stuff, because it was then that I recognized the actual structures that were making me hurt.

I think one silver lining is it's made me more compassionate an adult. While I don't have any defense for the antis who do actual horrendous stuff like doxxing or sending death/rape threats, etc, I do have a lot of defense for the ones who were like me and would just make posts talking about how Wrong it is to ship certain things. I know that not all antis are in the same place that I was once was, and some are just genuinely immature brats, but it's like. . . I get it, you know?

The cycle of abuse/bullying is weird and it's not often a 1:1 "I had an abusive parent so now i'll be an abusive parent", sometimes it's the chronically online stuff like I did. It's also why I'm careful-careful to not engage and to just block or, even try to have a mature discussion if I can, and if the person I'm talking to is just "a little bit annoying" rather than "actual bully doing/sending illegal stuff". A lot of them just want to be heard, I think, and it really makes me sad that this is the way they choose to be heard...but also i get it, because i was that.

--

Yup. We often discuss anti tendencies in this framework.

People want control over their environment when they have none. They want the world to make sense and for there to be simple rules they can follow to Never Mess Up. This is a very common reaction to trauma and also typical of brains that like order and neat boxes and a world full of justice and logic.

The trouble is that a critical mass of "I'm just pointing this out" type posts does tend to make all the other teens with an issue around moral scrupulosity implode. (And let's be real, plenty of the antis themselves are secretly into dark content and are trying to pray the gay kink away.)

I have some sympathy, but I'm still going to tell people they're sealioning when they are and tell them they're flat out wrong about how fantasies work, not sugar coat it because they're probably a delicate teen. There's no need to be excessively mean or treat people as irredeemable, but I also don't like how we talk endlessly about compassion for teen antis and not for teens targeted by antis. It's similar to how there are all those complaints like "Hey, I work hard to manage my mental illness, but all the support seems to go to people who are letting their issues rampage..."

[bengiyo]

Ben! For the ask game, whaddya think about Kakeru from I Cannot Reach You?

Wow, you would ask me about one of the best characters from last year.

How I feel about this character

He's really a great character. One of the things that worked well for me with this show was how well both protagonists handled being the focus. Kakeru is one of my favorite teens in a long time because he wasn't stupid about his own best friend. He recognized what was up with Yamato very early, and did the earnest work to reconcile what Yamato liking him meant, and whether he could reciprocate. He was not a passive character in his own story, and I love that so much. Yamato wasn't going to do much with his feelings, but he was giving his friend a hard time. Kakeru is so excellent because he's so present that it forces Yamato to actually be with him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Just Yamato! They did not go through all that effort to figure out their friendship and eventual romance for me to stray from the path! The best thing about Kakeru is how seriously he took Yamato's feelings, and also how he didn't let Yamato get away with being selfish about them.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

We spent less time on his other friendships than we did with Yamato, but I actually liked his dynamic with Fujino. It felt like he could trust Fujino, and Fujino was always trying to keep Kakeru involved in their group stuff.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't know that I have anything unsaid about this character, but I think the biggest thing I was to reiterate is that the best thing about him, and why he's a favorite, is that he responded with active behaviors to Yamato's feelings. He considered them. He planned things for them. He started to care more about himself and his future because it might involve someone else more seriously. He was even allowed to express some desire. He's not just a maiden type of character. Their dynamic genuinely felt like two male friends going through a big change together.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish we had seen Kakeru initiate affection after they got together. This final kiss was really solid because Kakeru is clearly responding to it, but damn do I like when the one who fell last falls harder. I would love to see a pining gay boy deal with their crush being more into them after the fact. That would be nice.

For the Character Breakdown Ask Game

[c-is-for-circinate]

What I mean when I say that Mike and Steve and Hopper are playing out different sides of the same story is that in season four, in the throes of maybe the best monologue in the series, Hopper says, "Ever since I was eighteen...Uncle Sam wants me to go fight some war in the jungle. Charlie's moving south like a plague 'cause of commie bastards like you. And you know, I'm happy enough to go, prove to my old man I'm not the piece of shit he thinks I am." A year earlier, fresh out of high school, Steve complains about the asshole dad who sneers at him about learning responsibility, and then finds himself out on a quest to find Soviet soldiers on American soil, trying to set loose the Upside-Down like a disease.

It's something about fathers and sons and respect and what you have to live up to. Something about the way Ted Wheeler never looks up at his children over the breakfast table. Something about trying to prove yourself with honor and violence, with protection. Steve home-running a demogorgon and playing bait for demodogs in a junkyard, Hopper playing bait in a prison laundry room, Hopper with a sword like the fulfillment of a promise. Joyce and Murray behind Hopper in the face of danger and the almost-hilarious plethora of shots of teens ducking behind Steve at the first sign of monsters. The way you can see Mike stop being a snotty, whiny teenager and Activate Paladin Mode every time someone he loves is in trouble.

It's the way Hopper and Mike both try to Lay Down The Law, we are Not Stupid, friends don't lie. They break their own rules, because who could ever live up to them? But god forbid El does. Steve's favorite word is 'no', for all he keeps getting overruled, all the times he keeps trying.

It's Joyce. It's Nancy. It's El, and El again -- a little bit Robin, and a little bit Will, a little bit all of the kids, but always, there's El.

It's about loving but not knowing how to do it right, because nobody ever taught you, because your dad was a piece of shit who will never be impressed, who will never be proud, because you used to be a boy and then the world said here, little boy, it's time to learn violence instead. It's about trying again and again to love the right way anyway, grasping for advice because of course Joyce and Will know how to love El better, letting Nancy go because of course Jonathan is best. (None of the Byers tell this story, because they're all too busy letting love carve chunks out of them instead.)

It's about being the guy, The Guy -- the one who isn't black or disabled or gay, the one who's not a genius, not a weirdo, not strange in the face of all these things that keep getting stranger. The Guy, who all the laws of narrative say is supposed to be at the center (though Joyce and Nancy and Dustin do more to actively drive the plot in any one season than these guys do in four, though the whole show revolves like a hurricane around El, El, always El). The Guy, knowing you're meant to get the girl in the end, recognizing or forgetting or learning that maybe this isn't that story, that maybe you've never been good enough for her. Never knowing what to do with yourself without her, because you're not special. You've never been special. You're normal. You're boring. You're an asshole. You're a curse.

And Mike is too young to hold a sword, and Steve knows how to say I love you, and Hopper is so much older and more tired and broken than either of them. But Steve walks barefoot through miles of Upside-Down, and Hopper runs barefoot through miles of Russian snow, and nobody says a goddamn word, because they're the same, they're the same, they're the same.

[starkbarnes-lovechild]

Might post this on AO3 at some point. Maybe. I feel like I need to. Lol.

Anyway, enjoy another Firstprince fic. :*

<3

Let yourself smile more. When you do, the world becomes brighter. At least mine does.

Henry bites his lower lip, trying to contain his smile despite what the note said. He can feel his cheeks warming up as he rereads the words.

He's been receiving these random notes for the past three months and the giddy feeling in his belly hasn't disappeared. Pez has been teasing him that this secret admirer may help him get over his little crush on Alex. It seemed unlikely at first but the more he receives these notes, the more hopeful he gets.

"Hey, Mr. Darcy!" Speak of the devil, Henry rolls his eyes, shoving the note into his pocket in the process. When he turns, he's bombarded with Alex's smile. His heart stutters at the sight, then mentally curses the stupid organ. How the fuck does the other teen still have this effect on him? "We're still on for Friday, right?"

"Yes, Alex. Our standing study session will still happen." He replies drily, his lips lifting on one side. In his periphery, he sees some of Alex's usual entourage frown in confusion.

"Cool. See you, Friday, Wilde." The asshole winks as he walks backward, likely on his way to lacrosse practice. Henry shakes his head in exasperation, watching as Alex and his clique turn the corner.

He pulls out the note from his pocket, smoothing out the paper. As he rereads the words, he can't help but smile at the short note.

<3

Sometimes I dream about kissing that mole on your upper lip. Is that creepy? Whatever. I love looking at those beauty marks. I want to trace them with my mouth and find out how you would react to my kisses.

Henry lays his palm on his chest, right over his widely beating heart. He's not sure if his secret admirer meant it to sound as sensual as it did but Henry's brain blue-screened. He has a lot of moles scattered all over his body and the idea of this person's mouth exploring his body is... doing things to his randy teenage brain.

He hears someone laugh and his eyes immediately find Alex, head thrown back with pure joy. The image of a faceless boy in his head turns into Alex's mischievous smirk as he explores Henry's body.

He doesn't know how he's still torn between painfully straight Alex and the secret admirer who clearly wants him.

<3

The way you tilt your chin up when you're trying to look tough makes me feel brave, too. I don't think you know just how inspiring you can be, sweetheart.

Henry can feel a sting in his eyes and he's not even sure why. His secret admirer didn't really say something that profound but at the same time, he did. Like any teen, Henry has a habit of comparing himself to his peers. Pez, his own best mate, has a way of lifting people up when they're down. Bea, when she was still attending the high school, formed a support group for teens turning to substance to cope. Alex got the lacrosse team to help prevent bullying by standing up for other people.

Henry does what he can, but he feels like he'll never leave a positive impact in the world. Knowing at least one person finds him inspiring is quite humbling.

<3

I love watching your face when you read Austen. You have the most beautiful expressions when you read about two people falling in love. Sometimes I wonder what your face will look like when you realize just how in love I am with you. PS. Meet me at the music room after class?

Henry swallows thickly, hands shaking as he rereads the note a few more times. The postscript is still the same. His secret admirer wants to meet him and Henry's not sure what he should do.

Part of him wants to meet this secret admirer after months of receiving these sweet notes. But another part of him is scared. What if he's wrong and the secret admirer is actually a girl? He knows most of the school is aware he's gay but some think they can turn him straight, while others are just painfully unaware.

But what if it's a boy and not he imagined him? What if he's disappointed his secret admirer isn't how he pictured? Does that make him shallow? He hates to admit it but even without trying, he's imagining Alex leaving him these little notes. It's a daft fantasy but he can't really help who he falls for.

The day crawls and Henry's patience is running thin. There's at least fifteen more minutes until the school day is over. It's the longest fifteen minutes of his life.

When the bell finally rings, Henry rushes out of his seat he's practically leaving dust in his wake. He knows the music room will be empty today. Clearly, his admirer knows it, too.

When he gets to the music room, the door is closed but he can hear someone strumming the guitar. He wonders if it's his secret admirer or someone else.

He takes a deep, fortifying breath and slowly releases it. When he enters, he doesn't immediately see who's occupying the room. The click of the door shutting behind him sounds loud in the sudden silence.

Henry doesn't move, just leans down against the closed door in case the other room occupant is not his secret admirer. He can hear the clock ticking, counting along with it; eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. When he reaches thirteen, Alex's timid voice makes him flinch, "Hi."

"I'm supposed to meet someone here," Henry doesn't dare hope that Alex is the someone he's supposed to meet. It's simply not possible that the boy he's been halfway in love with may feel the same. But then Alex stands and makes his way to him, his brows raised in surprise. Henry can feel his heart pounding in his chest and he wonders if Alex can hear his heartbeat.

"Yeah," the other boy enunciates slowly, "me. You were meeting me."

"But..." Henry tries to grasp at words that would make a coherent sentence. "You're straight?"

"Henry," Alex says with exasperation. The smile on his face softens the blow, though. "I dated Liam for like, a month, maybe a bit longer." He's sure the younger boy is laughing at him.

"Oh." He certainly never knew that. "When?" His voice is hesitant, uncertain. He truly does not remember Alex and Liam ever dating. It had always been Liam and Spencer.

Alex's lips twitch, as if he's fighting a smile, "Fall of freshman year. We broke up because we both realized we wanted someone else."

Alex is now standing in front of him, just a foot or so of distance between them. If he raises his arm, he can take hold of the shorter man's waist. If wants, he can pull Alex into his arms and give in to the desire to kiss the other boy.

Then again, Alex is Alex and beats him to the punch.

Alex cups Henry's face, his touch is so gentle yet firm. He nuzzles the other boy's palm, swaying forward. It's hard not to get pulled in by Alex's gravity.

Henry sees the question in those brown orbs. He looks down at Alex's lips, then back to his eyes. A silent request.

When their lips finally meet, Henry finally understands what people mean when their world narrows down to a single person.

<3

Got my acceptance letter from NYU. We're moving to New York, baby! -XOXO Alex

[dissvicious]

Redbomb triplets trivias

Next friday if I manage my time correctly, the nine first pages of Daddy's Treasure, my webcomic about Buggy's offsprings, will be published on this blog. The panels are almost done, they juste need some shading & lettering.

To keep you waiting, have this trivia post about the Redbomb triplets

Blaze

As we stated many times before, he's stupid. Dumby dumbass, 0 braincell. Can't write his own name correctly. But ! He actually beat his siblings when it comes to emotional intelligence. Seing someone they love crying, Rory would sigh in annoyance, Skye would punch their shoulder playfully before trying to change the subject to something more lightly, but if you cry in front of Blaze you'll soon have a little redhair gremlin glued in your arms hugging you warmly (good luck getting rid of it)

Basically a golden retriver with extra ADHD. If he decides that he likes someone he will not go away from them.

Even if this person actually want him to go away, tho.

He's a biiiiiiig mama's boy, he's always glued in his mother arms.

Sometimes he put his hair in ponytail and try to make a resting bitch face to imitate Rory, which makes laugh everyone (except Rory)

Skye

Due to Reddie being a former strawhat, the crew is like extended family to the triplets.

Zoro and Skye get along well, Zoro teaching her a thing or two with swords.

In fact, it's possible, really possible, that Skye had a HUGE childhood crush on him - you know, those innocents crushes kids can have on cool teens around them sometimes.

Zoro was totally oblivious of it, of course.

"Hey look she offered me another drawing" (Nami tries to not giggle seeing her crewmate holding a kid drawing picturing Skye and Zoro in a flower field with swords) "Guess I'm the coolest babysitter huh ?" (It's really hard for Nami to not burst into laugh right now)

During a family dinner, after being babysitted by the strawhats, Skye didn't stop talking about Zoro - how fun he was, how skilled he was with swords etc etc.

Reddie playfully asked her "Hey, you're in love or what ?" and she made this exact face :

"He's gay, and he's an idiot. Don't waste your time." Rory said, not looking up from his dishes, making everyone around the table pretty much incomfortable for a moment.

Reddie had to explain the concept of childhood crush to Buggy because he was already ready to storm the Straw Hats for breaking his little tinkerbell's heart.

Later when this silly crush faded away, she understood she just admired swordmen and wanted to gain skills with blades

Probably understood that Zoro was effectively gay, too.

She started being glued to Mihawk whenever Buggy took her at work - pretty much to Mihawk displeasure, tho.

Rory

So we know that Rory get along well with Crocodile and with Shanks

The fact that it pisses off his father a TON make it even more enjoyable to him.

He actually seems to take great pleasure in sympathizing with people his father despite the most.

His polite tone and the way he talks brutal truth 24/24 with placid glances tends to make adults laugh a lot when he's around.

Rory has a very strict mental hierarchy when it comes to his family / the people he lives with, from the person he respects the most to the person he respects the less it would be : Himself, Reddie, Skye, Alvida, Buggy, the whole crew, Richie, Blaze.

But don't get it wrong, he loves his brother !

... in his very weird kind of way, though

While one of Rory's favorite hobbies is to fight with his brother and make him feel like an idiot, he would never let anyone else doing so.

Rory (rolling eyes) : Blaze you could become the richiest boy on earth if you rented the space between your ears.

Some crewmember : Aha you got it kid, your brother really is an idiot !

Rory (jumping on his feet, a hand on a smokebomb, ready to fight) : WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL MY BROTHER, SHITHEAD ?!

[deadsnothere]

Fallin' For Ya!

Synopsis - confessing to Cynthia through song?

Based off the song: Fallin for Ya! - Teen beach movie

The longer version this is based off of more

Masterlist

WARNINGS! - gay people

Request - No!

Word Count - 5k (with part two not sure who long this part is)

Speak Ali! - I spent three days on this 😍🫶🏼 there will be a part 2 and maybe 3 but most likely just a 2

Riding away from a man in a car on Cynthia’s Motorcycle, is not how I thought tonight would go-

You may be asking “How the fuck do you end up running away from a man in a car after you explored an abandoned car shop to makeout with your kind-of girlfriend." It's a long story, but since you're on this tag on tumblr..i'm assuming you have the time.

The T-Birds, and The Pink lady's, all sat at two tables in the Frosty Palace. We were just laughing and talking about the campaign until I had to go on stage. Shy Guy had his arm resting on the back of my chair. Until Cynthia moved his arm and replaced it with her own, she gave me a wink and continued talking with the boys, while the ladies were drawing little posters. She was helping but got a bit distracted by the T-birds. Now I was in her place finishing her cute little drawings- and giggling at the stupid jokes she wrote on it.

Shy Guy was looking a bit sad, probably from Cynthia flirting with me. I feel bad but at the same time, I can't help that she doesn't have feelings for my brother. I wish she had feelings for me but no matter how gay she looks I'm not sure she's is. All of her flirting has always been a joke, she had to tell the entire gang that.

My thoughts were interrupted. “Hey Alias, are you ok?” Jane looked worried. “Oh yeah of course- why?” She furrowed her brows and tilted her head, responding carefully. “You're crying?” I HAVE TO BLINK- I FORGOT ABOUT BLINKING- My hand touched the one small tear that dropped out of my eye and I blinked a few times to bring the moisture back. “No no! Oh my- I'm fine I was just zoned out.” Jane nodded and smiled, Less worried now she went back to her poster.

When I turned back to the poster in front of me Cynthia was drawing again. We were practically face to face. She grinned when she noticed I was looking at her. “What? Think I'm gonna let you out do me on my own poster-” She was teasing, so I poked her cheek.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I stood up. “Hey, where are you going?-” Cynthia grabbed my hand and placed it on the poster board. “I have to go up to sing Cyn- it's 7:30 isn't it?” She opened and closed her mouth looking a bit like a fish, before finally answering. “Oh- yeah it is, you can go ahead-” She let go of my hand and continued staring at me as I walked up the stairs of the stage.

Originally it was me and five other girls- now it's just three. I smoothed down my polka dot dress and waited patiently, while the other three got to their mics and gave me a thumbs up. “Hello Frosty Palace! It is me, your Thursday night entertainment, Alias Foreman!” I gave the crowd a second to die down on clapping, hearing the T-Birds and Pink Ladies yell my name, Cynthia's voice sticking out the most as she whistled. “Tonight, me and my girls, Maria, Kt and Lain! Will be singing a song I wrote for a very special somebody.” The crowd roared up in "oooh"s, I looked over to the group, a few of the T-birds were tapping Cynthia's shoulder in a congratulate manor, she was confused but smiled at me anyways making eye contact. Behind her Shy Guy was looking back and forth from me to Cynthia and staring with a sorrowful smile. I smiled back at him with as much sympathy as I could muster on stage. “This is “Fallin’ for ya".” The band in the back started playing the music sheets I'd given them when I arrived at the shop a few hours earlier to practice.

“The day started ordinary, boys walking by.” l turned my head from left to right slowly like I was following the “boys”. There were people dancing with partners or friends and some alone but either way they all looked to be having a good time. “Ooh Ooh” - “It was the same old story, too fresh or too shy.” I kneeled down, booping Buddy on the nose and smiling sarcastically sweet. “I’m not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile.” I looked down at Buddy one more time, waving him away from the stage. “It goes on for miles.” The girls and their angelic voices sang from beside me.

“Unusually swoon, but i'm over the moon!” I dramatically laid a hand on my forehead. “Cuz he was just too cool for school!” - “and now I’m fallin’ for ya!” We had a little dance on stage, we’d snap with the left hand by our head and with the right by our hip and keep changing them along with the beat.

“Fallin for ya! I know I shouldn't but I-“ I sang it with much more passion than i’d normally put into a song. my eyes were closed and as Cynthia said “I was practically making out with the mic” but it still didn't feel just right. Something is off, but I can't tell what.“-I Just can't stop myself from falling for ya! Fallin for ya!” The girls were looking at me surprised, I haven't sung like this in so long, most of it was a song someone requested or something I felt like doing that day- and even if this doesn't feel right, it feels good.

Looking out at the crowd there were people smiling with their lovers and friends. But the only smile I cared about was the bright one Cyn had on her face right now and it only got brighter when I looked at her. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

Again dancing to the music in the background, spinning one of the girls, giggling and going back to our respective mics. “Now we're going steady, he's the cat's meow” I hated having to replace the pronouns, it sort of felt like betrayal. “Meow Meow” I tore my headband off and shook my hair a bit to stop the headache that started to grow. “He says I'm a Betty and we paint the town.” Cyn always called me Betty jokingly ‘cause someone at a coffee shop didn't hear my name and called me Betty instead. I think that made her catch on to who the song is about, because once she fully processed the line, she went bright red. “ooh ooh” The girls were watching me, well more like me and Cynthia. They weren't making it obvious but I knew they were watching us.

“I'm not the kind to fall for a guy just cause he says hi,” My eyes wandered around the crowd, mostly kids from Rydell Highschool but also parents or older customers who come to watch me sing. “when he's cruising by” Maria, Kt, And Lain were the only people I trusted enough to tell I was a lesbian. We all ended up finding out we like girls, and jokingly (and secretly) called ourselves the first gay high school singers. The only other person who knows is Shy Guy. “He's ready to race and I'm catching his gaze” I winked at Jane and Olivia and waved to them. Cyn makes a little frowny face. “They’ll go on like this for days!” They all knew I liked Cynthia, but only the girls teased me about it. Shy Guy tried his best to be supportive but I think he would’ve liked it if it were another girl I had my eye on.

“And now I'm- Falling for ya, falling for ya” All four of us sang in harmony, the more me and Cynthia stared at each other the more right it felt to sing this song. “I know I shouldn't but I-” I felt like I was confessing to her on this stage, and that's exactly how I wanted it. I wanted her to know how I felt but also have plausible deniability if it doesn't work out well. “I just can't stop myself from- Falling for ya, falling for ya!” I loved her and wanted to scream it across rooftops in New york, but “My kind of people” aren't accepted in this world. At least that's what Ma says. “Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.”

The girls have this word they made up that goes well with the song “Shoop”, they repeat it four times each lyric and I love it so much because if it were used in real life it would be so stupid. “It feels like I tumbled from another world” I placed my hands on my shoulders and dramatically shook them. “Into your arms and it's so secure!” Cyn still held eye contact with me, Practically hypnotized as I sang. “Maybe I'll stumble but I know for sure, head over heels I'm gonna be your girl.”

The music continued for a short break. We had about a minute to run down the stairs, drag some people onto the dance floor and get back up to the stage. All four of us quickly ran down the stairs, I went to Shy Guy and Cynthia pulled them both up and dragged them down. Cyn grabbed onto me as I tried to leave, twirling me around, I smiled and pulled Shy Guy into her, giving him a wink and running back to the stage. It hurt a bit, but I wanted him to at least make a move with her if I couldn't.

Once I got back onto the stage we still had a few seconds to spare, so me and Maria were twirling together on different sides of the stage, laughing and giggling at the stupidity and ecstasy we were feeling…until it went sour and my foot was a little too close to the edge of the stage, I fell off, landing in someone's arms. Jonathan, Maria’s brother.

Fuck how do I cover this- how do I cover this?? Cynthia was running over to me as fast as my brother would drop his arms away from her. he had a defeated look on his face. “And now I'm falling for ya, falling for ya I know I shouldn't but I-” I hate to say it but the entire time I was staring at Cyn while I was being held in another man's arms. She was looking over me while John was holding me bridal style, but of course she was trying to wrangle me out of his arms at the same time. “I just can't stop myself from falling for ya,” When John set me back on my feet and Cyn went back to dancing with my brother, which she didn't look too interested in, kept looking back at me. I kept my grasp around John to make it look like I was looking at him but really she was the one who I couldn't look away from. “falling for ya, Can't hold on any longer and now I'm falling for you.” As the music died out, and the crowd started cheering, I was still looking at her, punching my brother's arm in a “you're a bro!” kind of way while they danced, I hated it.

I wanted to be the one dancing with her. John pushed me away from him, smiling at me awkwardly. “Thanks for catching me-..bro?” We both started laughing at how stupid I sounded. "Platonic?" I nodded, thanking whatever god for listening to my prayer. "Platonic." We did a short little hand shake, high five and walked away from each other. I went back to the stage, Lain handed me my jacket and gave me a pat on the back. “See you at home Ali?” I nodded, and gave her a hug, the other two had quick plans they needed to make it to, so they had already left.

“Tell mom and dad Cyn is bringing me home on her bike.” She rolled her eyes and laughed at me. “You know how much they hate that motorbike.” I smiled and pinched her cheek. “But they love the girl who drives it.” She swatted my hand away. “They aren't the only ones-” I pushed her away from me. “Shut up-” Both of us finally walked away. (I gave her the bird and she stomped away.)

“Alias!” I heard a voice calling me, her voice calling me. “Cyn! How’d you like my song?” She smiled brightly, Shy Guy depressingly making his way back to his seat. “I loved it! Who was it about!?” She was wide eyed and staring at me, eager to. “Well who do you think it was about?” Cynthia looked around and pulled me down to whisper in my ear. “Was it about me?-” I pulled back, looked her in the eye and with as much confidence as I could muster, nodded a silent yes. To my surprise, she was ecstatic. Bright red and practically jumping for joy. “Do you want to ditch these losers and get out of here- I heard there's an abandoned car shop somewhere outside of town.” This time I nodded rapidly, still trying to get my thoughts together. “Yes- yes!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the table. “Hey! Alias has to be home soon so- me and her are going to get going.”

She let go of my hand. We kept looking at each other, smiling. Olivia was the first to speak up. “Did you two finally figure it out?” ..What? “What?-” Jane next. “Figure out that you like each other,” Cyn gasped, slapping Jane's shoulder. Jane looked offended, the bird brains and Olivia started laughing, and Nancy was rolling her eyes at the pinning. “I didn't tell her yet!-” Jane was smiling, hiding behind Olivia. “I'm sorry! I thought she knew because of how you were acting-”

Olivia rolled her eyes smiling at them both. “Go have fun you two- We’ll see you at school tomorrow?” Cynthia grabbed my hand dragging me off the platform. “Yeah yeah! Expect us both with a few new accessories!” She was walking backwards pointing at her neck and winking to the table, getting some whistles back from the T-Birds and a- “Hey that's still my sister!- I’ll kill you Cynthia-” -from Shy Guy. I hit Cyn in the head, Obviously flustered by her comment.

We got outside quickly, Throwing our Pink Lady jackets and our helmets on, climbing on the back of her bike. I clung to her waist and made sure my skirt wouldn't fly up. “You good back there pretty girl?” Her voice was a bit weary, like she was afraid to use the name. “I'm good, Hit the road!” I pulled the goggles to my helmet down, grabbing onto the sides of the backseat as my handles and letting the wind hit my body, just enjoying the feeling.

PT.2! Fallin' for ya

[seeingteacupsindragons]

A Ceiling Fan to the Heart

University midterms are approaching. And no matter how much they study, magic is a fickle beast impacted by something no textbooks have the answer to. For Cameron, that something seems to be his big gay crush on Niko. Contemporary fantasy, ~3,900 words, gay as heck and full of snarky boys flirting obnoxiously, probably rated teen just because Cam won't stop swearing.

“Hey. Cameron. Hold my hand.”

Niko shoved his hand across our table in the university center so close to my face it smacked me in the nose when I looked up from my notebook. The hand he wasn’t shoving in my face was wrapped around a coffee cup like he couldn’t live without it. Probably couldn’t.

“What.”

“My hand,” he said, waving it again. “It needs holding.”

Our table was covered with papers and books from our cram study session between classes, so I gave up trying to find a place to squeeze my pencil and threw it on the nearest notebook to pick his hand up. “Why?”

Niko grinned, his mouth wide and obnoxious and helplessly charming. “Wanted to see if you’d do it without me even giving you a reason. And you did. You liiiiike me, Cameron.”

I let go immediately. “For fuck’s sake, Niko, I have a midterm in half an hour.” I pointed my pencil at him, right between those blue eyes still sparkling with mirth. “If I fail because you keep distracting me with stupid bullshit, I am going to shove this so far up your—”

Niko cut me off with a laugh. “Nothing I do could keep you from passing your midterms,” he said, leaning forward on the table, propping his chin up by curling that same hand into a fist.

“If there’s a way, I believe in you to find it.”

If I failed, it (probably) wouldn’t be Niko’s fault. Studying the formulas was really only half the exam. Everyone stereotyped wizards as nerds pouring over their books of spells and equations—and okay, it was true—but none of that meant anything if you couldn’t convince the magic to work. And how to do that…

Well, if college was gonna teach me that, it’d be nice if it got around to that already. Magic came inconsistently for basically all the students. Only the teachers and a handful of the graduate TAs managed to get it to always do what they wanted.

And Niko. But I’d asked him about it already, and he’d only been able to give me helpless shrugs. Mighta been sabotage, but he honestly probably didn’t know how to explain it.

Magic was fucking hard.

My phone beeped, telling me to get to the lecture hall for the exam. I closed my notebook and started packing things into my bag.

Niko grabbed at my Thaumaturgic Algebra textbook before I could put it away. “Wait! Leave that one.”

I contemplated peeling his hands off it, but he might be looking for me to do that. “I paid 350 bucks for that.”

“I’ll bring it by your dorm tonight. I have an exam later, too, come on.” He looked up at me from his chair, eyes pleading as he draped himself over the textbook. He was trying to look like a puppy. Looked more like a drowned rat.

But I’d had pet rats since I was seven.

And whatever fancy trick he had to compel magic to obey him didn’t mean he didn’t have to study. Half the exam might’ve been trying to convince magic to cooperate, but the other half was all technical equations and fiddly chain sequences. Half the textbooks and notebooks on the table were his, not mine.

“Oh, fine.” I tucked the other two textbooks into my bag with their notebooks and hauled the entire ridiculous weight over my shoulders. “See you then.”

Niko grinned again and the pathetic rat look vanished in an instant. “Thanks.”

My phone buzzed again to remind me to get going, and Niko tugged at my sleeve as I turned to leave.

“Oh, what now?”

He offered his hand to me. “Gimme a hand real quick?”

I gave him a finger instead.

I was dead asleep when Niko knocked on my door and then let himself into the dorm room without waiting for me to respond. I was still at least half unconscious when he barreled in and dropped my textbook on my legs.

“Returned as promised,” he said, turning the words into a song that was entirely out of tune with whatever melody he was trying to put on. Way too loud and clearly not tired at all. But then, Niko never seemed to sleep.

I pulled myself up and rolled out of bed, rubbing at my face as if that would wake me up. “Did you need something?”

He flicked the lights on without even a warning. “You’re supposed to say thank you.”

I made an incomprehensible noise pulled straight from Dreamland and blinked until my eyes adjusted to the fluorescent ceiling lights. Niko shoved a coffee cup from the university cafe at me until it was steady in my hand.

“Dude, I do not need coffee at—”

“It is 9 pm,” Niko said, “on a Friday, the day after midterms ended.”

 I stuck my tongue out at him. “Yeah, and I’m trying to catch up on some of that sleep I missed the last two weeks studying.”

“Or, and hear me out here, you don’t do that and instead you come out with me.”

“Niko—”

He rocked back on his heels, trying to look smaller and more pathetic to weasel another agreement out of me. “No drinking, I promise. And after we get back, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend. All the sleep you want.”

I was already waking up just having this stupid argument, and I hated it. I glanced over at my roommate’s bed and found it empty. Clearly more on Niko’s spectrum. “Why does tonight matter so much? Can’t we do it tomorrow or something?”

“You’re already awake. You already have coffee. And I have an idea I want to try. Need you to test it with me.”

“Oh, well if you need me to test something,” I said, dripping sarcasm all over the cheap dorm tile. But I took my first sip of coffee that evening and Niko smiled at me like he was glowing.

I squinted at him for a long minute. He’d forgone the jeans and t-shirt from earlier for…much tighter jeans and some kind of sleeveless shirt with sequins. “Where the hell are we going tonight, amateur’s night at a strip club?”

“Don’t be silly; these jeans take forever to peel off. Come on, get dressed.”

I had nothing at all that would match whatever Niko managed find in the back of his closet. But jeans, boots with five sets of buckles each, and a black shirt with more lace than strictly…wise, in October, at least fit the Halloween theme that was slowly creeping over the entire town.

He whistled when I shucked my pajamas off to change, and I threw them at his head. But he didn’t say another word or explain anything until the coffee was back in my hand and we were on the sidewalk heading to the bar district just off campus.

“How’d your midterm go?” he asked, as if he hadn’t dragged me out of bed and hassled me into clothes for a night out.

I groaned. “The written was fine. Practical not so much. I have no clue how you make it work.”

Niko was quiet for a moment. He wasn’t, usually, but he could be when he was thinking over something he considered serious. The hair raised on the back of my neck.

I hadn’t said anything worth Niko’s serious consideration.

“What?” I demanded. “What’d I say?”

To hell with interrupting his thought process.

He jumped. “What?”

“Nah, that’s what I asked. You’re on about something, and I wanna know what you’re using me to test.”

Niko tilted his head and grinned. “You like surprises.”

“You like surprises.”

“And yet you always come along with me without knowing what we’re doing, Cam. I think you like surprises.”

I drained the rest of my coffee and threw it in the bin at the corner just before we stepped off campus proper. “Is that what this afternoon was? Setup to this?”

“Maybe.”

It totally was. And fuck me, he was right about me. I was up for a surprise, if he was the one arranging it. “So you’re not going to tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“Midterms,” Niko said. “That why we have to do it tonight before we dump all of that shit out of our heads until finals week.”

And that was all he said until he wrapped an arm over my shoulders and pushed me into the nearest bar.

Niko didn’t order drinks, as promised, which meant he was definitely up to something besides celebrating the end of exams. But he didn’t tell me why we were there until we’d settled into a corner table alone with soft drinks and a smörgåsbord of snacks.

He threaded his long fingers together over the nachos, waiting for me to have a mouthful of fried pickles before saying, “The first thing we did at orientation freshman year was sit next to each other and the dean told us that at least two thirds of the class was going to drop out or switch to a less finicky major.”

That wasn’t what I’d been expecting. “Are you implying something?”

Niko pulled his hands apart and waved the thought away like a fly. “It’s finicky because there’s no way to convince magic to work except for luck. And the people who can don’t always have the brains to back it up.”

“You can stop bragging now.”

Niko snorted. “I didn’t have a great time during midterms, either.”

I pressed a hand against my chest. “After I let you borrow my textbook and everything?”

Niko finally cracked a smile. “I see I’ve disappointed you.”

“Deeply.” I waved at him with a pickle to keep going, then popped it into my mouth.

“There are a few reasons why some people can do it and some people can’t,” Niko said, holding up his hand with three fingers up. He wiggled his index finger. “One, it’s an immutable trait. A genetic malfunction or something. But—”

“But if it was, they could just test us for it before letting us even start the program,” I said. “They let too many of us who aren’t consistent at it try.”

“Exactly.” He put a finger down. “Two, it’s a mutable trait. Something that can change over time or we can change. Physical maturity or fitness or some mental knowledge. I haven’t read anything that indicates academia knows what it would be yet, but it’s definitely a possibility.”

I nodded. “And then the third one is an external trigger of some kind. Not necessarily an innate trait, but something that changes the situation around you.”

He closed the second finger and pointed at me. “Bingo.”

I glanced at the chaos around us. The unintelligible music. The indistinct chatter loud enough to cover it. The reek of alcohol and cheap fried food and human sweat. Then I turned back to Niko. “And the reason we dressed up and came here for you to tell me about your senior thesis project a year early is…?”

Niko grinned. “To see if we can find a trigger.”

“This is not a study design that’s going to pass peer-review.”

“Of course it’s not.” He grinned. “We’re here to have fun. And maybe give me a hypothesis to work on next year if I even do this thesis.”

I propped my hand up on the sticky bar table, then immediately moved my arm. “If there’s a trigger, it’s something around you all the time. Is that why we’re here?”

He didn’t take the bait. “The type of trigger that makes the most sense to me is an emotional one. And this place is a haven for emotional triggers.” He spread his hands. “So? What spell are you going to test tonight?”

I tucked a hand under my chin and gave the bar another look. It was still a week from Halloween, but that hadn’t stopped anyone from going as goth or skimpy as they wanted in the name of dressing up. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves plenty—some maybe more than they should have been in public. All a little tipsy, all a little too excited on a Friday night.

Which meant they would all be easy to spook for a little Halloween fun.

I turned back to Niko. “All right. I know what I’m doing. How’s this gonna work?”

The nature of Niko’s thesis meant I didn’t spend the entire night happy. But I’d agreed to that, so it was fine. And maybe using magic for pranks was childish, but I was having fun and Niko had laughed the first time he realized what I was doing. Every time the lights and music flickered into something eerie and cut out with static, while chills crept up the spines of the rest of the bar, dopamine hit my brain like cocaine.

Some of the other customers clearly enjoyed the tricks, judging by the peals of genuine laughter. And a few others kept eying the bartenders like it was part of the Halloween gimmick. Only made the joke even funnier, honestly.

Maybe not everything was golden contentedness, but the entire night was steel-edged thrill with only minor interruptions.

I wasn’t seeing a pattern in any of the tricks Niko tried pulling to make me react. Wasn’t seeing a pattern in the reactions, either. But after an hour and a second round of sodas to our table, he stood and stretched.

“Time for a break,” he said. “You’re getting too used to it. Dulling the trigger reaction.”

I stretched my arms over my head and settled back in my seat. “Get us some more pretzels.”

“Roger that, Cap’n.”

He threaded his way through the crowd and I took a slow breath. If he was getting any good data from this experiment, I wasn’t, but it was better than sleeping all weekend. Niko was right enough about that. Time with him was always a spark that kept part of me warm, alive, and awake.

Not that I was going to tell Niko that.

He took long enough that I glanced over to see if it was busy or needed help and caught him just turning away from the bar, balancing another two sodas on the edge of a bowl of pretzels. He met my eyes and grinned but didn’t unbalance the food to wave.

He did, however, unbalance them when another guy got in his way just enough to bump into him, sending one of the sodas straight to the already-sticky floor. I stood, then paused. If I left the table, I’d be abandoning it, and Niko didn’t need help with soda on his shoes.

I sat back down. Maybe it would teach Niko not to try to carry too much stuff at once without any help. Probably not, but hey, if magic was real, why not miracles?

The guy who’d ran into him helped him steady the rest of the food instead, and then helped steady Niko with a hand on his waist. Unnecessary. Completely unnecessary. But Niko didn’t push him off, even with less stuff in his hands and what I knew firsthand was a sharp bite when he didn’t like something.

Whatever. Niko would be back as soon as he could get through the crowd and then I could go get the next drink. I finished off the rest of my soda and flicked one of the last nacho crumbs across the table.

Niko didn’t appear. I slouched against the seat of the booth and waited. Kicked up my feet on Niko’s seat.

He didn’t show up to knock them off and sit down.

I sat up properly and looked over, wondering what happened. Tried to get another drink? Some other dumbass knocked the rest of it out of his hands?

But no. He was still talking to the first dumbass. Who still had his hands on him, and the pretzels had apparently disappeared into the ether.

The hell.

I tried to catch Niko’s eye again, wondering if this was part of the break. I assumed it was going to be us finishing off more snacks and bickering about midterms and textbooks and magic. But apparently Niko wanted to chat with random handsy strangers for what was probably the first time in his entire damn life. The first time since I’d met him for sure.

If Niko saw me waving to him, he didn’t show it on his face or his body language. Instead, handsy dumbass got a sunny smile from him and a laugh I couldn’t hear over the noise of the pub. Didn’t need to—knew in the deepest recesses of my brain exactly what it sounded like.

What the fuck? Niko had caffeinated me out of a dead sleep and dragged me out of my pajamas to a bar to ditch me?

That was it. Niko’s break was going to be longer than a few minutes, because I was done with this. And he could get his own table with Handsy, if he wanted to stay.

I was out.

I stood, and when I did, the lights flickered in earnest, rattling in their sockets loud enough to startle me. I hadn’t done that. Not on purpose. I looked up at the ceiling warily, and so did at least half the rest of the bar. The lights started popping with the nasty sound of shattering glass.

Not me. My pranks had been milder than this. No permanent damage involved. Or at least I had thought that. Maybe I’d fucked something up.

My half-asleep, half-caffeine-high brain started flying through formulas, trying to find the right one to stop the chaos just as someone screamed.

The formulas fell out of my head. I’d barely been holding them in place as it was. They spilled out uselessly as one of the overhead fans tore free of its bolts directly toward Niko.

No, Handsy. Or Niko. It didn’t matter, because Niko realized what was happening even faster than I did and shoved the guy out of the way before I could even move. If it hadn’t been heading toward him, it was then.

Niko was on the ground under a pile of debris while I stood frozen. But the sudden hush that followed finally got my legs moving so I could shove through the crowd to drop at his side. He was awake, but his eyes were glazed over, the blue darker than it should be and murky as a storm. And there was blood leaking from…something.

“Someone call a taxi,” I said. “I’m taking him to the hospital.”

An ungodly hour of the morning and two coffees later, the doctors were done with Niko and had medicated him into some rest.

I wasn’t so lucky, but they’d let me stay in the room with him. His parents were out of state and the injury wasn’t life-threatening enough to call them up, so all he had was me to keep him company. And me to talk to the doctors, and me to stay sensible while the doctors explained his concussion and cast, and me to sit holding his hand while I tried not to pass out.

By the time he stirred enough to coherently answer questions, it was nearly morning proper, although I couldn’t see the sun rising in the windowless hospital room we’d been dumped in.

“Cam?” he mumbled, the words still a little bleary from either sleep or meds.

I squeezed his hand. “Here. How’re you feeling?”

“Like a ceiling fell on me and hospital loaded me up on the good drugs.”

At least he was feeling himself enough to make shit jokes.

“Your stripper shirt is gonna have to get tossed. It’s got blood and bar crap all in it.”

“Damn, I spent a whole five bucks on that at a thrift store.” His eyes were starting to look clearer and he tried to sit up. I hit the button on the side of the bed to angle it for him, and he startled. “Man, I need to get one of these in the dorm.”

“I’ll ask the hospital to wrap it up with a bow for you. Betcha insurance won’t cover that, though.”

The next few minutes were quiet while Niko got his bearings again. No doctors stopped by, but I could hear the steady beeping of the heart monitor attached to one of the fingers poking out the end of Niko’s new cast.

Steady. Stable. Niko was going to be fine.

“Well, this night out was a hell of a mess,” I said. “Not what I was expecting.”

Niko glanced down at his cast and lifted his arm experimentally. “Yeah, not really.” He turned to me with a smile. “Got the answer to my question, though.”

“What? How? What is it? I didn’t notice shit.”

“Well, at least how it works for you,” he said, squeezing the hand that was still holding his. He tilted his head against the pillows to face me and grinned that insufferable, charming smile again. “More research will be needed if I want to write a paper about it. But you? You’re insecure as hell, Cam.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Every time you start questioning your abilities, they fail you. Every damn time you question yourself, in general. You lose confidence and the magic goes.” The grin widened on one side, showing a sliver of his teeth. “What, do you thought I was talking to that guy because I was into him? Please. You got jealous, which meant you got insecure, and then your magic stopped working no matter how much you wanted it to.”

My brain stuttered to a halt, and grabbed at probably the wrong thing. “You think I was what?”

“Come on, Cam, you thought I wouldn’t notice you have a thing for me? Please, that was obvious since the day we met.”

“I don’t think you get to decide who’s not confident enough when you’re that arrogant.”

He tugged my hand. “You’re still holding my hand. And I didn’t even have to ask this time.” He tangled our fingers together and pulled our hands against his chest while I tried to yank it away. His grin softened into something more genuine and less teasing. “You’ll have the confidence to stop doubting if I have a thing for you back one day, and we’ll both know because your magic will work every damn time.”

My cheeks went red in an instant and I couldn’t stop staring at his lips. “You—you want—”

He winked and ruined any genuine sentiment. “And then I’ll finally give you that kiss you want so bad. So hurry up and figure your shit out.”

I tried to free my hand again. “For fuck’s sake, Niko, you asshole, what kind of—”

Niko’s laughter echoed over the quiet beeps of the room, his heartbeat still steady while mine raced against my ribs. He squeezed my hand again, and I couldn’t help but squeeze back.

I leaned forward, over the shitty hospital bed, close enough that he wouldn’t be able to see anything but my face. “I’m going to make you kiss me before the end of the semester.”

His hand tightened. “I look forward to it.”

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[sparkles-oflight]

All love letters are ridiculous

Hi, I had a test today, as compensation you get a small BoKris fanfic. This is pre-relationship, pre-joker out. Kris is still a confused bisexual teen, give the guy a break.

Set in 2016's valentine's.

Synopsis:

"Love letters, if there’s love, Must be Ridiculous. But in fact Only those who’ve never written Love letters Are Ridiculous." - Fernando Pessoa

Kris is tired of Bojan being all over his girlfriend in front of him all the time, and decides to pulls a prank on him.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Ema and Ivana are fictional names

Bojan had a new girlfriend. Her name was Ivana, he was all over her. Kris thought it was sickening how frequently they’d exchange saliva in front of him. They knew his girlfriend was from another town and he rarely got to see her - way to eat in front of the poor.

He was so tired, and Valentine’s was around the corner... So, Kris came up with a plan. It was simple: Give Bojan a love letter, as a secret admirer, and see him have a small fight with Ivana. Then Kris would jump in, admit it was him all along, and then lecture them both on how unfair it was for them to act like this next to him.

- That’s stupid. – Jan said after Kris explained his plan.

- Why?

- Why don’t you write a love letter to Ema and leave those two alone? Isn’t Valetine’s on Sunday? Can’t she come here?

- She’ll be out of the country this weekend.

- Well, then act like a normal person and just worry about the next time you two are together and make it special.

- Jan, I can do both. It’s called multitasking. – Kris raised his eyebrows.

- I thought that was called Bisexuality. – Jan retaliated.

- Jan, I’m not gay.

Jan sighed and after a moment of silence, he proceeded to talk again.

- There’s no way that’s going to turn out well.

- You don’t trust your best friend?

Jan was lying on Kris’ bed and fidgeting with a basketball he brought earlier for them to play. He wondered if he should stop Kris from going further, but at the same time, it sounded fun...

- Well. What are you going to write? – he asked.

- I’m not sure yet. – Kris caught the ball Jan threw at him - That’s why I wanted your help.

- Nope, dude. I’m not getting my hands dirty for some dude I don’t even know, but you have a crush on.

- I don’t have a crush on Bojan of all people. – he threw back the ball at Jan who caught it – Ridiculous.

- You bad mouth that boy so much people might actually think he’s actually your boyfriend.

Kris sighed.

- What are you doing this year for Valentine’s? – Kris turned the tables.

- Nothing much. I’d need a partner for that.

- I don’t know how you have no girls after you. If I were a girl, I would.

- Again Kris. – he tossed the ball at him – That’s bisexuality.

- Oh, shut up. Let’s just play.

They spent the whole afternoon playing basketball and games. At night, Jan spent the night at Kris’ house and before they both fell asleep, he said:

- Talk about how you feel next to each other. Talk about what you want to do when you are near each other.

Kris was surprised by those words and shook Jan’s shoulder, demanding more.

- Hey, what do you mean? Jan. Jan. Jan don’t just drift off into sleep. Help me out!

Kris poked Jan until he was too tired to keep it going. “Ridiculous”, he muttered.

On Monday, he saw Bojan in the corridors and asked him what he was doing that afternoon. “Band practice”, the smaller replied to which Kris asked if he could watch. Bojan agreed.

It’s not the first time Kris has gone to an Apokalipsa rehearsal, but he never did to observe Bojan. It was ridiculous.

- We are actually working on a new song. – Bojan quietly said to Kris, almost as if he whispered when both of them were walking to the rehearsal space (Martin’s garage).

- Really? – Kris frowned – What is it about?

- Well, it’s about Ivana.

Kris bit his lip. Of course it is.

- It’s called Kot Srce, Ki Kri Poganja.

- Too long. Shitty name.

- Oh, shut up!

When they both arrived, Kris sat down and observed the guys, especially the nerve-wracking Bojan. He wanted everything to go well because he was planning on “gifting the song” to Ivana on Valentine’s.

Kris was suddenly reminded of how they met, and the first time he ever went to an Apokalipsa concert. It felt... magical. It altered his perception of music so much that he wished he could be a part of that world.

And what if... No, that’s ridiculous. He would never be in a band with Bojan. Why would Bojan want to be with a guitar newbie like him?

- That was a great practice session, guys. – Kris smiled – I have to head home now.

- Sure, just tell me you didn’t write down the lyrics. – Bojan pointed to the paper Kris was holding.

- Oh this? Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with your lyrics. It’s just... my ramblings. That’s all.

When Kris got home, he wrote the best love letter a 16-year-old like him could. Cheesy, but the point was to annoy Ivana, right? So, this would do the trick.

“Hey, I might have seen you walk around, I might have seen you shine on stage. Every time our eyes met, the world froze, like a Polaroid photo my eyes took. Every time we feel lonely, we look for comfort in each other’s touch. And I want to tangle my fingers around yours, And I want to make these feelings ours Because “Like a heart that pumps blood, I give you dreams” Lines you wrote, I know Because, every day, they make these feelings grow Signed, Krisko”

- Was it not supposed to be anonymous? – Jan asked after reading the awfully cringe letter.

- Eh, that’s just the draft.

- I was expecting you’d write a “Mister Kris Cvjetićanin”.

- Okay, you are uninvited from my house.

- You and I both know that’s not true. Your mom loves me more than she loves you.

Kris shrugged. Jan started reading the letter out loud.

- “And I want to tangle my fingers around yours,” – he declared – “And I want to make these feelings ours”-

Kris threw a pillow at him.

- I hate you.

The day before Valentine’s, Bojan asked Kris if he could drop by. Kris accepted it and Bojan showed up to his house with a guitar in hand.

- Kris, let me serenate you.

- What the fuck, dude. No.

Bojan didn’t care. He entered his house, made his way to Kris’ bedroom, and sat next to him on his bed.

- I need everything to be perfect, Kris. And I’m sorry I’m using you as my lab rat. With Martin is awkward to do this, and you... I don’t know why, but right now I trust you for this. – he sighed – Can I?

Kris didn’t say anything, instead, he gestured for Bojan to begin.

Bojan sang with the same passion as usual, and Kris couldn’t help but hear his heart going fast as he got to hear Bojan singing to him and only him. It felt like the first time he heard Bojan play at a concert and all the songs sounded dedicated to him. Bojan sure knew how to make anyone feel special when he sang.

- I... You got this, Bojan.

- Thank you, Krisko. – the singer sighed with relief.

Bojan spent the night at the Guštin’s household – even though Miha wondered why every friend of Kris was spending one night there that week; Chantal replied with something about Valentine’s, Miha can’t remember it fully though, but he liked having Bojan around.

And while everyone was asleep, Kris hid the letter he had written inside his old guitar.

“Ridiculous”, he thought.

But even more ridiculous were those who never wrote love letters.

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Afternote: I have one more short story planned and a three-chapter story planned that ties in all loose ends of the overall story (I already have chapter one ready).

Then... SAILOR MOON AU. Which will be a very short and fast-paced story because my life is too busy atm and I'm already making up so much lore for the story to work 💀

Anyways...

Polaroid Photos Universe | Recommended next: Maybe like a heart that pumps blood (AO3 only) | Romeo and Juliet

[music-my-beloved]

Please Please Me: A 16yo's (horrible) album review

I Saw Her Standing There 🧍: She was just 17 apparently! Honestly I reallyyyy like the song !! She's electric and vibrant. Uber catchy and is kinda adorbs ! I'm not 17 but I shall imagine that this song captures what it's like to be 17 in some way, shape, or form ( hopefully, maybe not idk ).

Misery 💧: uh, babe it's giving break up !!! If I made a song like this all I'd hear is "God stop wallowing in self pity and get yourself back up there !!" But sometimes people need a little time to rot in their feels and I think this song is great for that !!! It's not super catchy but overall I didn't hate it. Music doesn't need to be catchy to be good >:3

Anna (Go To Him) 💍: I LOVE ITTTTTT. Man, Anna's a meanie girl ! What she did was dirttyyyyyy 😭😭 but good on the guy for letting her go and be happy even tho he couldn't be,,,, it was so sweet !! Uh anyway yeah this song is so good. I love how longing and sad it sounds. It's like if Misery and I Saw Her Standing There had a baby. It totally fits the 60's I can see it playing at a dinner or something !! Also, Anna girl, give that ring back !! 😭

Chains ⛓️: Honestly I can see myself liking this song in the future (two or three weeks from now) and it's honestly a really unique take on love that I really like. His girl's got him chained down with the chains of love !!! Not in an oppressive and controlling way but she's got him locked in !!! He loves her so much, they're connected 😣

Boys 🤷: Erm. Gay Anthem?? Don't know what to think about this one I really don't know 😭😭 talks about 'em all the time I guess??

Ask Me Why ❓: It's so cute !! I can also see this one being played at an old diner. The do-wop sound is like, addictive and supperrrr catchy. Really like this song. Kinda reminds me of A World Without Love by Peter and Gordon !!

Please Please Me 🫵: Honestly kinda forgot about her ?? After the first listen it was like I just had a fever dream. But also that might have been because I was in the car with my parents talking and I could hear them through my headphones so idk you tell me :/ but now that I've relistened to the album while writing the reviews I love this one!

Love Me Do ❤️: Don't really jive with this one :/ it's not a bad sing but it just wasn't my cup of tea !! I feel bad saying that 'cause I don't wanna be the typical teen that "only listens to catchy, simple songs" but this one just wasn't there for me the way Please Please Me and Anna were 😭😭

P.S. I Love You 💌: ITS SO CUTTTEEEEE !!!!! Was this song a precursor to All My Loving like, directly ??? If it wasn't I probably look stupid saying that but whatevs. This song is like, old and faded is a really lovely way like,,, who writes letters anymore, it's so romantic!!! The simple guitar is like, really bleeding through to me for some reason idk good job George !!!

Baby It's You 💕: 60s came through with this one. She is PUNGENT. It's giving Runaround Sue !! This one just feels like a classic.

Do You Want To Know A Secret 🫠: Elementary school yard ramped up!!! I can almost hear the children playing and yelling in the background it's so cutesy. Overall a pretty good track. Wouldn't mind hearing it again !!

A Taste of Honey 🍯: Reminds me of a song i'd hear in Rango.. hmm. I don't like this song as much as I feel I should?? Didn't quite give with me, it's just another track I guess (idk this review felt mean 😭😭)

There's a Place 🏩: Its like an amalgamation of all of the songs in the album. I'm hearing baby it's you, please please me, and literally everything else idk it's so strange

Twist and Shout 🌀: This song is iconic. There's nothing I cans at that will add or take anything away. Might be a bit overrated idk it's just me . But it's uber high energy and I like it !!

More Reviews Later, Next Up: With The Beatles ..

[newfantasy]

Evil guy at it again *prefers it when the ship & character were het

bitching below

alright look its not about kamila being A Guy and the ships becoming Gay its not that her profound issues w gender were present from the start. her central demon is her fucking cunt man like Im not an idiot and its why i related to her so much as a very angsty teen boy w heavy sex dysphoria.

but it certainly does feel like a turning point where kamila says "i wish i was a guy" and she vomits in response. then, gaueko, immediately, w/o her consent, is like Awh yeah youre a dude now let's he/him it up even though, the person who does ask her (WELT) kamila herself says i dont know i dunno what i wanna be called yet. i dont know what id like. but because gaueko is like, Mysteriously cool, bad boy, the one opening up kamila's horizons, its actually Fine when he violates her consent like this (delegating kamila's gender & pronouns) and welt is Mean. he knows better. welt is the one keeping her trapped inside.. stupid.. babysitting the Pups (that she delegated herself into doing IRL and is like. her primary motivation?)

somehow despite being A Trans Guy i related to kamila much more when she hated her body & hated being feminine rather than expressly wanted to be a man (and to this time, still, she does not say if she identifies as a man in canon... but gaueko cool mysterious omnipotent guy.. he just knows better than kamila!!! and it's DIFFERENT than WELT (WHO IS ALSO A TRANS MAN? LOL) knowing gender and sex issues!!!) like, had it just remained an internal conflict, forever, that wouldve been more poignant instead of.... THIS, APPARENTLY, IF THIS IS WHAT A "CHARACTER COMING TO TERMS W/ THEIR GENDER IDENTITY" IS IN NRD

.. also ever since... that & she's become much more fail err kosmic redrawing "he asked for no pickles" memes w kamila like, crying behind gaueko. lol. what... this is not the failgirl i saw in myself as a teen... mopes and kicks a rock. she also keeps getting. rescued by gaueko. she can't go and self-reflect in any of the worlds w/o gaueko interrupting and ~protecting~ her...

anyway yeah in my like delusional world Im jsut binning the transman bit and keeping it as a private reserved conflict for kamila that she can solve and come to terms w/ without some Fucking Guy coming along and telling her who she is. thanks. and she fucks welt instead who Isnt a bloodthirsty cult leader

[w0rd3855]

want to hear about my 4 tormentor au? No? TOO BAD I’M GOING TELL YOU ANY WAY!

(Warning: adult topics, drug and alcohol use, abuse, stupid teens boys)

(btw this takes place before Liz and C.C died. After Mrs. Afton died which in my au William killed her. And the only pizzera open is ‘Fredbear Family Diner’ And William and Henry are in the makes of making ‘Circus Baby Pizza World’ 4 tormentor are all in their Junior year none of them are dating their all the example of ‘it’s not gay if you have socks on’ it’s also 1983 so being gay is not allowed)

Mark: Bonnie mask

17

6’2

your local flirt 🤪 (very straight)

abusive parents

Gangster boi (so tough)

MAJOR ANXIETY LIKE PANIC ATTACKS AND SHIT

Felix: Chica Mask

16

5’3

Does not like to be touched (other than Mike just cause Mikes touched starved)

biggest drug and alcohol user (trying quit)

prob bi-curious

Jeremy: Freddy mask

16

5’6

very closeted gay

homophobic mom

Your local quiet kid (unless he’s with his friends then he’s the loudest fucking kid ever)

Micheal (Mike): Foxy mask

17

6'0

mom of the group

fucking scary if you do anything he doesn't like oh you better run bitch

swearing problem

actully weridly good at school

There u go 4 stupid teens boys! If you want to know more about them or my au let me know ;)

[begaydodrughailsaten]

Every time a new ep comes out i always post a hundred things as i listen to it so this time im gonna put them all in 1 large post :)

(Teen facts)

JIMMY MY BELOVED!!!

Taylors SO stupid god I love him so much

Mat stop stalling

brunch boy is my new favorite gay slur/j

Will is being milked

FREDDIE ACCIDENTALLY DOING THE PORNHUB INTRO

JODIE NOOOO WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS HE GETS WORSE EVERY EPISODE

"THIS PAGE IS A LITTLE STICKY" JIMMY WHY

Anthony is a feminist 😌

I NEED THAT TEESHIRT HOLY SHIT I LOVE THAT

(Ep start)

LINK IS FUCKING 12?? WHAT LINK 14?? EXUSE ME MAT LINK IS 16

Poor norm😢

LINK MY BABY BOY

LINK THANK FUCK FOR LOVE THEN FEAR HELL YEAH!!

Why are they talking about cum so much this ep?

SCARY MY POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU I WILL NEVER HATE YOU

Taylor i love you but please shut up

Armless loser nick

Funky buttloven???

Nick screen time??? 👀👀

i NEED to give norm a hug or i will explode

LINK MY SWEET BABY BOY SJFBAUFKANFIABDU

HEROS THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE OMFG NORMAL MY POOR BABY BOY LET ME FUCKING HOLD HIM PLEASE

HOLY SHIT LINK

Hermie my boy hes back<3

OH NO HES UPSETTY SPAGHETTI

NATTY 1 NORM NO

"As a family"👀

god the close foster swfit unworthy family are all so cringe fail omg

your honor they are brothers (jodie and glenn)

LINK!!!

This podcast is the 3 saddest teens ever and Taylor

FUCK YEAH KICK JODIE IN THE NUTS link derives to go ape shit <3

Jodie shut the fuck uppppp

NICKY!!!

Damn jodie thats mean

MORGAN MY BELOVED!!!

LMFAO GLENN AND JODIE

Id listen to a entire podcast of just glenn and jodie being dumbasses

HERMIE KNOWS HOW TO GET TO THE GOOF RELME??? I WANNA GO TO THE GOOFS!!!

God nick is hot (i remember that he has horns)

I HATE jodie /pos

Jodie is such a shit dad omfg

Poor hermie:,( hes angy poor baby

Holy shit Rebecca is a badass

IS HERO WITH WILLY??

"Your dads" ?? Rebecca??

Rebecca the conspiracy theories my beloved <333

"Your gonna go to the bathroom by yourself?" Link what???

Link doesn't wash his hands?

Link what are you talking about

Hell yeah willys blood<3

HE HAS NICKS HAND? FUCK YOU

Honk shoo honk shoo

Link ik your in the right but without an explanation its kinda creepy man

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU WILLY FUCK YOU

NO SCARY HES NOT LETTING YOU TALK TO THE DOODLER BECAUSE HE TRUSTS YOU ITS BECAUSE HES TOO SCARD TO DO IT

WILLY YOU MOTHERFUCKER LEAVE MY GIRL ALONE SCARY NO PLEASE IM SORRY I LOVE YOU PLEASE SCARY I LOVE YOU

Pissfoot gumtoucher i love you <3

HERMIE ALSO KNOWS HOW TO GET TO GOOFS ASK HIM PLEASE

SCARY SHUT UP DONT TALK SHIT ABOUT MY SWEET BABY BOY LINCOLN

Loving Link and Scary is so hard i love them both so much

WOMEN CAN VOTE

SCARY MY POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW NOOOO

NICKY!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH NICKY MY BELOVED!!

Normal making the guy whos ON FIRE go to the most burnabul room ever

Taylor has his body back<3

Awww father son bonding<333

NICK WHAT THE FUCK NO WE ARE NOT KILLING SCARY WHAT THE FUCK NO SHES ONLY A KID

Are we going to goofs??? PLEASEEEEE I WANNA GO TO GOOFS IM BEGGING YOU!!!

ARE WE TRAPPING SCARY ON THE ISS?? PLEASE THIS IS SO FUNNY

Ewww norm thats grossss

PISS BOY PISS BOY PISS BOY PISS BOY

"Im glad you went to the bathroom, i pissed myself" link is everything to me

HES ONLY IN A SHIRT NOW

Link is SO CRINGE FAIL I LOVE him!!

"You wanna blow this popsicles salesmen?" Nick what??

NICK WHAT??

Nick keeps losing more body parts every ep

WAIT IS NICK ALIVE?? IS NICK FUCKING DEAD??

NOOOOO I LOVE SCARY AND LINK SO MUCH STOP FIGHTINGGGGG

[ls-daydreams]

~ WIP Intro ~

“[...] believing a whole-ass person doesn’t exist over the idea that maybe your son lied to you is fucking stupid. Like, you can hear it, right?” “[...] You never lied. You were a good, quiet boy who studied and liked physics and spent all his time with his baby sister. I’m sorry that’s boring to you, but that’s who you were and that’s all that ever was.” “That you know of.” [...] “Then where is he? If he’s real and you hid him from me, where is he now? And if he’s so wonderful and smart and amazing, why did you hide him? Why did he leave you?” He didn’t, Mal thinks. Not really. “He’s in Arjoy. [...] I found him, when you had the surgery and I stayed at the Poly dorms. You know how I know it was him?” She waits with bated breath. “He turned the light off when I walked in. He didn’t want me to see his face. But he fucked me like he loved me.”

summary: Set in the tiny fictional town of Plain River, the story follows 25-year-old Malachi Azevedo as he tries to regain his memories after an "accident" erases the first 18 years of his life. Stuck caring for his ever-ailing mother, plagued by intrusive thoughts of self-harm, and constantly feeling like an impostor living in the wrong skin, Malachi latches onto The Void - a familiar voice in his head - to cope. He’s convinced The Void was someone important to his former self and tries to find him despite everyone around him denying such a person ever existed. It's this desperate search, along with his fight for independence, which lead Mal down a rabbit hole of love, violence, and hidden truths that force him to finally reconcile with the person he used to be.

♥ deets under the cut ♥

genre: psychological, crime, mystery, romance

themes & tropes: nature vs. nurture, familial relationships (and the generational trauma that come with them), the illusion of choice, small town vs. vast city, morally gray characters, sun & moon couple, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, murder gays 💜

(some) characters: Mal (the protag; the sad, troubled, tragic, pathetic, perpetually pining gay), Gabe (the caring, gentle sweetness posing as a cold and entitled smartass), Lu (the long-suffering younger sister, the one forced into independence), Carmen (the Mother, everything’s always about her), Olivia (the ruthless, relentless teen), Kai (the overeager energizer bunny with a big fat crush on-), Michael (the loner nerd rich boy)

status: currently writing draft 1 (it’s gonna be a long one, folks)

warnings: lots of swearing, blood, gore, death, attempted suicide, abuse, kidnapping, amnesia, mentions of SA

more details and links on WIP page

This is my baby and my pride and joy, the story that made me want to be a writer 5 centuries ago. It’s been through many iterations and I’ve never actually finished it, but Mal won’t release my mind to do other stuff until I get him to the finish line this time, so whatever he wants he gets.

The places I’ve been, people I’ve met, and stories I’ve heard from them or even experienced myself make up about 80% of this story. The other 20% is just a nice padding of murder and requited love to make everything worse for Mal and more fun for the reader.

In the following weeks I’ll be posting some character profiles and playlists, snippets and other stuff~ If any of this piques your interest and you want to stay updated on my progress and this story, let me know and I’ll make a proper taglist!

For now, tagging the lovely @marinesocks​  💜

[killva-creates]

Fanfic List

Fandom: MCR

Series

Anti Dysphoria One-shots

Infinity Stretches Unlimitlessly

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard

Words: 1,186

Summary: Frank has a really hard time on his period, and Gerard wants to help him out. (Feat. Vampire Gerard and Trans Frank)

Author's Notes: My first fic on AO3. I was on my period at the time, had a thought, and acted on it. Title from a Siouxsie and the Banshees song.

TW: Blood

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard

Words: 2,677

Summary: "Can I ask you a stupid question?" Frank asks.

Gerard turns to look at him. “I’d tell you you don’t ask stupid questions but you literally asked me how to spell ‘stuff’ during English class.”

Frank flicks his burnt out cigarette at him and snorts. “Listen, man, I’d forgotten to get my morning coffee.”

Or; Frank has a question, and Gerard has several answers.

Author's Notes: Was some of this accurate with like top surgery stuff or the time period it's set in? Nah. Trans!Gerard and cis Frank.

Killjoys Make Some Noise (But If You're Not a Killjoy, Shut Up and Suffer) by Fall Out Boy

Rating: Mature

Ships: Frerard

Words: 775

Summary: “Guys shut up, this is the good part,” Mikey says without turning around.

There’s a moment of silence before Frank whispers in Gerard’s ear: “Fuck me on your fingers and see if he finds out.”

Or, Gerard gets frisky on movie night.

Author's Notes: Am I a slut for semi public sex? Apparently so. The ending to this makes me laugh so fucking hard.

Stand-Alones

Love is Natural and Real, but Not For You My Love

Rating: Teen

Ships: past Frerard

Words: 352

Summary: Sometimes love can't be saved, but the memories cling to you.

Author's Notes: All I can say is that I got sad and wrote something sad.

I Want What I Want (I Need What I Need)

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard, background Petekey, background Ray x Christa

Words: 2,559

Summary: The chatter slowly dies down and Ray looks around. “Hey, where’s Gee?” “Gerard is unable to make it,” a voice booms from the hallway. “Instead, I give you the one, the only: Lola!” Gerard steps out from behind the wall and Frank realizes he is well and truly fucked.

Or, Gerard tries something new and Frank really enjoys it.

Author's Notes: A birthday fic for a friend of mine that I had a lot of fun to write. Features body worship, D&D, Gerard in drag, and Frank being a simp.

Recipe For Dis(Ass)ter

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard, Rikey

Words: 8,523

Chapters: 4

Summary: “I did an oopsie,” Mikey offers.

“An oopsie?” Frank interrupts him. “An oopsie? Spilling coffee over your friend’s homework is an ‘oopsie’. But this? This is a full blown ‘I fucked up’.”

Or;

Three wizards. One overpowered batch of aphrodisiacs. Two gay roommates. What could possibly happen?

Author's Notes: I don't know what was going through my head at the time. All I know is it popped in and I had to get it out. The first chapter is entirely smut.

Birthday Police

Rating: Mature

Ships: Riley, Background Frerard

Words: 619

Summary: “Hide me,” Mikey whispered. “He’s gonna wake up soon.” Ray rolled the two of them over and drew up the sheets over them. They waited with bated breath for the telltale signs of Frank waking up.

Or, Mikey doesn't want to be tackled for his birthday. Ray makes sure he doesn't.

Author's Notes: I wanted to write something on my birthday and this popped out.

He's Just That Good

Rating: Mature

Ships: Rikey, background Frerard

Words: 1,634

Summary: “You know,” Ray begins, “I could probably help. Take your mind off everything. Help you not think. You know, if you’re up for it.” Mikey arches a brow, silently urging Ray to continue. “When I uh– when I go down on my female dates they usually really like it. And when I was dating Christa and she wanted to not think she’d ask me too– I mean– I could– if you wanted– You know–” Mikey, still looking Ray dead in the eye as he turns red and stumbles over his words, silently slides a hand up into Ray’s hair. He slowly pushes Ray’s head down towards his crotch. Ray stops talking for a second.

Or; Mikey gets frustrated at Frank and Gerard for being so damn happy. Ray distracts him and helps him get revenge.

Author's Notes: I had a thought that spawned this fic that was literally Ray Toro is good at cunnilingus and he can find the clitoris on the first try. Definitely my favorite fic I've written so far. (Trans Mikey)

Me and Michael

Rating: Teen

Ships: Rikey

Words: 377

Summary: Ray kisses up his jawline. “Michael, do you want to keep watching the movie?” Mikey’s eyes flutter open. Ray smiles. “Hey, handsome.”

Or; Mikey has a moment, and Ray loves him so much.

Author's Notes: Soft boys soft boys soft boys. (Trans Mikey)

Fandom: Star Trek TNG

More Than Satisfactory

Rating: General

Ships: DaForge

Words: 240

Summary: “But how will I know if you are finding this experience satisfactory?”

“Data, a kiss can’t be satisfactory.”

“It cannot?”

Or: Data has figured the mechanics of almost everything. Kissing, however, is a little harder to understand.

More fics on the way? Yes. I will add to this post when I have more.