#Top right is actually supposed to be Kevin but I fucked up his eyes so now he has observer's glasses

[factory-of-bullshit]

The original file corrupted on random, just saying...

[foxesscramble]

Advent Calendar: Day Five

Their First Christmas Together - New Hobbies - Transgender AU || "No one can resist those [ ] of yours."

Jean x Jeremy x Kevin

@allforthegamebingo

(so sorry this is so late but technically i still made it. is it the last hour of the day? yes but shh.)

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Jeremy is so stressed, more stressed than he has ever been at any sports event in his life. This Christmas was the first Christmas he was spending with Kevin and Jean and everything needed to be perfect. He knew neither of the former Ravens had anything close to a normal, cheerful Christmas and he had to fix that. Christmas was the best time of the year.

For the Trojans, it was a time when everyone came together to donate toys and money to charities. It was a time when everyone came in with better spirits than normal and everyone felt a sense of family that was strengthened by the season.

Jeremy wanted his boys to feel that energy so badly. He wanted them to experience a happy and stress free Christmas and if that meant that Jeremy had to sacrifice his sanity for two days then so be it. It was Christmas Eve and they had a ton of things to get through before the night was over.

He had just put the cookies into the oven when Jean and Kevin walked in. They had gone out to find Jeremy eggs after he realized that he didn't have any more to make his royal icing. Kevin walked in and put the eggs down next to the bowl as Jean came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Jeremy's waist. Jeremy let himself melt into the hold.

Casual affection was a new thing for Jean and Jeremy had been gladly encouraging it. Jean placed a kiss on the top of Jeremy's hair before releasing him. "Need any help?" Jeremy shook his head before reconsidering. "Actually, could you start making hot chocolate? It shouldn't take too long for the cookies to bake and I can make the icing pretty fast. Growing up, we always had hot chocolate while we made cookies."

Kevin shot him a soft smile as he hopped up to sit on the kitchen island. Jean obediently got out three mugs and the kettle. Once Jean was finished, he made his way to rest between Kevin's legs, his back against Kevin's chest. Kevin grabbed his mug with one hand and wrapped the other around Jean's chest as they settled in to watch Jeremy make the icing.

Jeremy felt a rush of affection for the two boys behind him. They had been through a lot but they were finally settling into their skin without the threat and paranoia of it getting taken away again.

The sound of soft Christmas songs filled the kitchen while Jeremy tried his best to get the icing to the right consistency. Normally, it was one of the easiest things to make but in that moment it was doing its best to derail Jeremy's plan to show his boys his favorite Christmas traditions. How was he supposed to show Kevin and Jean the pleasures of cookie decorating if he couldn't even get the goddamn icing right?

Maybe he was a little bit stressed but even Jeremy could admit the heat behind his eyes was a little much. "Well, fuck." He said quietly as he watched the icing easily slide off his spoon. He tried to take a deep breath but it got caught in his lungs. Anxiously shaking his hands at his side he tried to take a breath again only half failing this time.

"Jere," Kevin said gently from behind him. "Breathe with me, baby." He tried but all he could manage was a desperate huff. Jean swiftly took the icing and spoon from his hands and turned him so he was facing Kevin who had slid off the kitchen island and was now standing right in front of him. Kevin reached out but Jeremy was already crashing a little harshly into his chest.

Kevin let out a little oof but brought his arms around him immediately. "'S okay, I'm good. It's too watery." He said in a rush. Kevin just hummed as he rubbed his hand up and down Jeremy's back. Jeremy allowed himself to take a few deep breaths and rest the rest of his weight against Kevin's strong figure. Kevin let his lips rest on the top of Jeremy's head, his unoccupied hand coming up to run through Jeremy's hair.

After a while, he pressed a kiss to Kevin's chest and pulled back. When he turned around he was surprised to see Jean stirring icing that now held a perfect consistency. His eyebrows furrowed and his chest unclenched a bit more. "How did you do that?" He asked Jean who just shrugged in response. "I like baking." Jeremy let out a little laugh. Jean was honestly a little too good at the most random things like knitting, painting, and even fucking pottery.

"Well, thank you." He said as he tilted his head up and placed a hard kiss to Jean's lips. Jean's hand lifted to cup his jaw and Jeremy smiled into the kiss.

"Any particular reason the icing sent you a bit over the edge?" Kevin asked in a uniquely Kevin mixture of gentle and blunt. The oven beeped and Jeremy went to pull them out of the oven. He used the distraction to think about how to best phrase his thoughts. After he put the pan on the table he turned to Kevin and Jean and took a deep breath. "I just really want this Christmas to go well. You both deserve to have a nice and normal Christmas after everything. I need it to be perfect because you both deserve that and so much more and I think I may be stressing myself out a little in the process." He rushed to continue before either of them could interrupt. "I am perfectly fine though, it's going well and we still have so many things to do and not really enough time to get through them all but it'll be fun."

Kevin and Jean shared a little look before they turned back to Jeremy with matching expressions of affection. Jean spoke first. "I think I speak for both of us when I say that we are more than happy to just be here with you, love." Kevin nodded in agreement, his hand reaching out to pull Jeremy closer to them. "I agree. I also would like to point out that this is not the only Christmas I intend to spend with the two of you so I think we have a few years to get through all of your traditions. There's no need to stress about doing everything in one day."

Jeremy is overwhelmingly fond of these boys. They'd both come so far. They were right of course, he wasn't sure why he was so adamant about going through every single Christmas tradition he had ever partaken in. All he wanted to do right now was curl up with them on their bed turn on The Polar Express and eat cookies until they were sick.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I was taken the fun out of it anyway trying to stuff so many things into today." Jean made a negative sound and shook his head. "It has been very fun, I'm just concerned you're not enjoying it as much as we are." Jeremy felt heat rise to his cheeks and cursed Jean's inexplicable ability to read him like a book. Eyes flitting around the room, he shifted from foot to foot. "Maybe we can just decorate the cookies and then we can all watch The Polar Express in bed? I promise I'll take you both out to look at Christmas lights tomorrow."

Kevin smiled and nodded his agreement. "That sounds wonderful, Jeremy." Jean nodded and reached for the bowl of icing. "I think it's time to make cookies because I have been craving them all day."

Kevin grabbed some plates to put the cookies on while they decorated and Jeremy knew that their Christmas was going to be okay. It was going to be perfect.

[capcavan]

I love media analysis and I saw your discussion questions so...yea sorry about the length. (I'm open to discussion)

Look, I'm new here (been here for about a month) so I wasn't aware people don't like Riko? I personally quite like him as a character and didn't know that's not a particularly popular opinion? But I'm of the firm belief that not all villains are meant to be "redeemable". You can understand or sympathize with their motivations and character, but that's not the same as having redeeming qualities. And I think Riko is one of those characters who doesn't have redeeming qualities. He's supposed to be a hated villain. Heck, his first appearance in the series is literally him swooping in on stage to dark ominous music, dressed in black like a bloody supervillain. He gets all the "classic abusive ex" lines, an obscene amount of power, and some really bizarre unhinged moments (ex. handcuffing Neil to a bed and spitting in his mouth).

We're told right at the top, "Hey, this guy is a villain and he's not going to stop being a villain." So he's pretty easy to hate if you are just trying to get through the story. The last character in a novel I really hated was Professor Lovell in Babel by R.F. Kuang. He's another one of those characters you are meant to hate but you're also meant to comes to hate him slowly. You see him from the eyes of the person he abused so you get to see what it's like for the main character to slowly realize that this man who starts off by saving him and giving him a home is and has always been, a terrible person.

Riko doesn't get that treatment. We see him first from the perspective of someone who has never met him but already hates him (Neil) and second, from the perspective of someone who's suffered him and hated him for a long time and is already done with him (Jean).

If he ever had any good sides, the reader doesn't see them so it's easy to hate him. But I would argue, that's the point. We're supposed to see Riko as the insane abusive ex and we're supposed to wonder along with Neil and Andrew why the fuck Kevin can't let him go. Like, what's so good about this ludicrous supervillain that you can't even shit-talk him behind his back?

But Riko's not actually a one-dimensional supervillain. Neil says it straight up and gets it exactly right (he's kind of just spit-balling but Riko reacts to it like he's been read to filth) -- that Riko was brought up as a commodity and not as a human, that his delusions of grandeur were encouraged and that no one ever wanted him as a human (not his uncle, not his brother, certainly not his father). TSC does a lot to confirm it with descriptions of how he was treated by his uncle and how he obsessed over the letter about Kevin's father along with Kevin.

But ultimately, I think the reason why Riko doesn't get as nuanced a treatment as one might like is because the main conflicts the characters overcome have nothing actually to do with Riko. Neil overcomes fear and mistrust in others, Andrew overcomes his fear of letting himself have anything good. Even Kevin's conflict is more about asserting himself than about fighting Riko. (And Jean has so much trauma, Riko's barely a drop in the bucket.)

Anyway, I like Riko because I think properly sadistic villains are fun and because I think he's an interesting character.

This ask read like very sexy Riko fanfic anon drop your ao3 so I can check something for myself ty, if not let me commission you for some riko writtign after I get cash

[kyswoo]

The Boyz reaction

sneaking out without their permission

pairing: yandere!the boyz x reader

genre: yandere au

request: "Hello I lobe your writing 💗 can you pls do tbz yandere reaction of y/n sneaking out home without their permission?"

masterlist 🌸

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°•Sangyeon

he left you alone and you thought he would come back at night only

but he came back earlier than you thought

when he didn't found you at home he went mad, thinking you ran away from him

he was about to leave to look for you and you open the door

your eyes met his and you froze in place while he walked towards you and grabbed your neck

"where the fuck were you? you know you're not supposed to leave without me!"

you tried to explain yourself and apologized thousands of times before he locked you in the basement

deep down he was relieved you came back to him, but you still needed to be punished

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°•Jacob

when he came home and didn't found you he was really mad

but he was more upset thinking that you left him

he left the house to look for you and he found you on your way back home

you thought he would be so mad at you when you saw him but he hugged you

"thanks god I found you, don't leave like this please"

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°•Younghoon

he was too busy with something to pay attention to you

so you had the idea of sneaking out the window because you haven't got out the house for so long

Younghoon heard a noise and goes after you

he saw you jumping the window and he ran to grab you

"where do you think you're going?"

you explained yourself and he smiled at you

"then wait for me, I'll go with you"

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°•Hyunjae

you have asked him to go out for a while but he didn't let you

you were scared of disobeying him but staying inside the house without any contact with the outside for so long was driving you crazy

you waited for the right time to sneak out

but Hyunjae realised it before you could go too far

he dragged you by your hair and threw you on your bed

he was on top of you, slapping your cheeks when he held your chin to make you look at him

"you know shouldn't disobey me, do you like being punished this bad?"

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°•Juyeon

you thought he was sleeping and sneaked out the window just because you wanted to stargaze

he wakes up and you are not there

he's still sleepy so he is confused

he looks for you inside the house and he can't find you so he starts getting desperate

he goes outside the house and sees you sitting on the floor

"why are you outside?"

he sounds mad but he is actually relieved that you didn't ran away from him

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°•Kevin

he was asleep but he heard the sound of the door and stood up right away

he grabbed you before you could go any further and dragged you back

"what the fuck you think you're doing? I didn't let you leave!"

he was very understanding when you apologized and explained yourself

"fine, I'll take you on a date tomorrow then"

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°•Chanhee

you saw he was focused on something else so you thought of leaving for just a few minutes

right after you left, he went to your room just to see you were not there

he clicked his tongue and instead of going after you, he waited there

when you came back he was looking at you with his cold gaze

"did I gave you permission to leave like this?"

you gulped when he walked towards you and held your shoulders thightly and leaned closer

"next time I won't be so tolerant"

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°•Changmin

you can't even go too far because Changmin saw you sneaking out on the cameras he installed without you knowing

he goes after you and once he found you, he dragged you back

you could see the rage in his eyes once you two got home and you fear for your life

you start apologizing but he didn't cared and tied you to a chair

"try sneaking out now" he said loudly with a smirk and slapped your face

"maybe I'm being too nice to you, should I punish you more?"

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°•Haknyeon

you told him you were going to sleep so you sneaked out through the window in your room

he wanted to check up on you so he went to your room but he saw you were not on bed so he looked for you in the house

he couldn't find you so he thought you ran away

he got so upset that he didn't even bothered going look for you

when you came back he hugged you thightly and kissed your cheeks

"where were you? I thought you left me.."

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°•Sunwoo

he thought you were too quiet and went to your room

but all he saw was the empty room with the window opened

he yelled in anger and went to look for you

once he found you he hugged you and whispered close to your ears

"next time you try this I'll break your legs, got it?"

he locked you in the basement and didn't even bothered listening to what you had to say

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°•Eric

he said he was going to come back late so you thought this was your chance

but he forgot something and went back home (of course)

when he was opening the door, he saw it was already unlocked

he was confused if he forgot to lock it but when he didn't saw you there he realised you left the house

he went out to look for you and found you sitting on a bench nearby

he hugged you and kissed you strongly

"why did you left the house? you know you're not safe out here"

he took you back home and made sure everything was locked so you wouldn't try to leave again

[grasshopperjay]

the cold wind of it all (18+)

pairing: jay halstead x reader

song: no questions asked - fleetwood mac

word count: 2.5k

summary: the reader is part of the intelligence unit, and jay doesn’t seem to like her very much. a heated conversation between the two leads to something unexpected, and then that leads to something even more unexpected.

warnings: swearing, angst, yelling, mentions of death, smut, unprotected sex, dom!jay

You don’t like Jay Halstead.

And Jay Halstead doesn’t like you.

At least you thought he didn’t.

“You didn’t play that the right way, you should have called it.” He stomps down into the locker room, getting in your face before you even have the chance to explain yourself.

“I did what I thought was right.” You say, slamming your locker door shut.

“We could have got something out of that guy if you’d have just ended it when you were supposed to, but now he’s dead.” 

“Yeah and what if I had called it then? I’d probably be dead, Kevin included. I’m pretty sure if everyone thought the same Voight would be down here with my badge, but he isn��t so drop it Jay.”

“No I’m not gonna drop it! I lost a CI!”

You’re so frustrated in the moment, and you have no verbal comebacks so you do the only thing you can think of, even though it’s totally offside. You’re doing it before you can even evaluate your actions, your hands landing solid on Jay’s chest with a half ass output of force to try and push him back. 

He looks back at you with wide eyes for a moment, and then responds with some force of his own. One hand latches onto your waist, pushing you back into the lockers, while the other grabs onto your chin, your eyes meeting for a split second before he’s kissing you. 

What the hell is happening?

It’s completely unexpected, and the shock of it all has you dead still in his hold. Jay tenses and pulls back, looking at you with a look that mirrors your own, utterly confused at what just happened. 

He backs away, hands held out at his side, and then he’s rushing out of the room.

The adrenaline pumping through you is making you to run, get out of there so you can stew over it, think it over and process, but you’re in the middle of a work day, a ruined work day because of Jay. How are you supposed to go up in the bull pen and act like everything is completely normal when he’s just gone and done that?

You take another five minutes to try and collect yourself before heading back up, tail between your legs. Jay doesn’t make eye contact, and you try not to either, barely paying attention to anything that Voight is saying until he’s barking out your name.

“Y/N,” Your head perks up, and Voight nods to the interrogation rooms, “You and Jay, head in. Try and get something out of him.”

Your stomach drops, and you can all but see the blood drain from your face. When you’re not out of you chair immediately, Voight furrows his brows at you. “Everything alright?” He asks, and you nod. “Then head in.”

You sigh and stand, following Jay in while he looks through the case file to avoid looking at you. You close the door behind you, and Jay starts. 

“Ben Compher,” He puts the file down on the table and you try to figure out how’s going on completely normal, like nothing happened. “How do you know him?” 

“I don’t.” The suspect shrugs.

You really shouldn’t be in here. Your head is not in this. And you don’t understand how Jay’s could be.

“Well we know you’re lying, cause Ben said he got the information about the deal from you. And now he’s dead because of it.”

Jay leans over the table and you should be focused on the suspect, or literally anything but what you’re actually focused on. Jay’s hands are spread on the table and all you can picture is how that same hand was holding your jaw earlier.

And what it could do to the rest of your body. 

You’re really not supposed to be thinking this way about one of your coworkers, especially not about Jay. Someone who has shown zero interest in you from day one, well until today that is.

He’s never had anything to say to you unless it’s been negative. Correcting you, or belittling you in front of the team like you’re a newbie cop. And now out of the blue he kisses you? It’s infuriating, and you should be mad, you should have slapped him, but instead you’re sitting here thinking about how his lips felt on yours, and how you wish he were bending you over that stupid table. 

And that's were you pull yourself out of the game. Turning and walking out of that interview room just as fast as you blew in. 

.....

You’re fresh out of the shower, in the kitchen making some tea in nothing but your underwear and a big t shirt. Ready to relax after the weirdest day, when it gets even weirder. 

There’s a hard knock at the door, and then your name is being called through the barrier. The voice all too familiar. 

You stalk to the door, already furious, opening it without even thinking twice about putting pants on. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You made the wrong call today and you know it,” He’s barging into your apartment, determined. 

“Are you kidding me, Jay? Are you seriously here to lecture me right now?” 

“I just want to hear you admit it, tell me. Say it.”

“Say what?” 

“That you messed up! And then you walked out of that interview, what is wrong with you?!” 

“What is wrong with me? How about what’s wrong with you? Jay you kissed me completely out of the blue today! So I’m sorry if I wasn’t fully invested in that interrogation!”

He completely ignores everything you’ve just said, instead yelling back, “Admit it!”

“Okay whatever, yeah, I did. But I’m not doing this with you. I don’t wanna talk about this stupid fucking case anymore.” You dismiss. You really need to get away from him, cause if he gets too close you’re not sure what you’re gonna do. Ever since that kiss your mind has been in the gutter, and you’re not sure you trust yourself around him.

He stares blankly at you, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it. You can tell he was expecting more of a fight, he wanted it, but he’s not gonna get it.

“I’m done, Jay.” You try to turn away, but he grabs onto your arm, and that’s all it takes. This time it’s you who makes the move, all but lunging at him, and he responds just as eagerly, kissing you with fever. 

Apparently he’s been thinking about all the same things as you today, cause there’s no questions asked. 

He boosts you onto the counter, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, turning your head so his lips can slide down to your neck, and your hands fumble to grab onto something.

Your finger tips graze under his shirt, and his breath hitches. He kisses you one more time before pulling back to tug his shirt over his head, and the sound that leaves your mouth when you lay eyes on his bare chest is just about pornographic. He smirks, but before he can open his mouth you’re pulling him down to you. “Shut up,” You mutter, hands gripping onto his biceps while you kiss him. 

His hands slide up the tops of your thighs pushing up the t shirt until he reaches the waist band of your panties. He tugs them down your legs and your nails dig into the skin on his back. 

He grunts, gripping back onto your thighs with firm hands. “Easy, Y/N.” 

“What?” You smile, rubbing back over the raised skin on his shoulders, “Can’t handle it?” 

He lets out a breathy laugh and then he shakes his head, “Nah I can handle it,” His hands fall down to your right behind your calves, tugging you forward until you’re slipping off the counter. “Question is, can you?” 

You bite your lip, trying to hide your not so subtle grin while you lean into Jay. Your hands wandering down his chest to fumble with his belt. “Mhm,”

He smiles and then shakes his head, grabbing onto your wrists to tug them away. “Not here,” He flicks his head behind you and you step backwards, beckoning him to follow you.

You lead him to your bedroom and there’s barely anytime for you to turn around before he’s pushing you onto the bed. You try to scramble up to the headboard, but he’s catching your ankle before you can do anything, pulling you back down with a grin. 

“You sure about this?” He asks, but he knows the answer. He wouldn’t be hovering over you like this if he weren’t. 

“I’m sure.” You confirm, sighing while he kisses your neck. 

Jay resurfaces, his lips finding yours fast. His hands are just as quick as last time, they slide all the way up your torso, taking your shirt with them. You lift your arms so he can throw it to the side.

Jay’s lips land back on your neck again, biting gently at the skin. You arch your back, breasts pressing into his chest trying to get as close as possible. Your movements distract him and he pulls back, eyes trained directly on your chest covered by a barely there bralette.

“Fuck,” He whispers, sitting back fully to admire. 

You whine at the lack of contact, becoming impatient with his wandering gaze. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He sighs, ducking back down to press kisses down your neck. When he drags his teeth across the swell of your breast, you release a breathy moan and he laughs, his hand slipping underneath your back to get at the clasp. You bend your knee and push up, arching make it easier for him, but your thigh makes contact with the prominent bulge in his pants and he groans against your skin.

He undoes the clasp quickly, and you shrug off the straps, tossing the material to the side. His mouth is occupied immediately, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before placing gentle kisses around the swell of your breast. He wanders downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. You wiggle as he rubs his thumbs over your hipbones, looking up at you devilishly from his position. He licks a trail up beneath your belly button, then blows cold air on it, raising goosebumps. His name leaves your mouth along with a string of whines and you start to become a little more impatient.

“Easy,” He whispers. He’s purposely going slow, trying to torture you. You moan, bucking your hips ever so slightly.

Finally, Jay drags a finger up your slit, a smirk crossing his face immediately. “So wet for me baby,”

“Jay,” His name leaves your lips much louder, and much whinier than you intended, making him stop in his tracks. He looks up at you, an annoyingly smug but handsome smile on his features.

“Needy.” He says teasingly, his finger barely applying pressure to your cunt.

“I’m gonna do it myself if you don’t hurry the fuck up, Jay,” Your hand moves down but Jay catches your wrist firmly, pinning it down to the couch.

“That’s no fun.” His voice drops an octave and you squirm on the bed. 

“Oh my god,” You breath out. He keeps his bright eyes trained on you as he leans down to lick a stripe up your slit. You moan at the contact, finally getting some relief. His tongue swirls around your clit, sending your hands straight into his hair. You run your hands through his locks, tugging on the strands. 

His hands reach under you, grabbing a hand full of ass all while pulling you closer to his mouth. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue not stopping for a second. 

You’re writhing underneath him, your hands gripping onto anything they can find, his hair, the couch, his shoulders. You’re a mess.

And then he slips a finger into you, curling it up while he sucks hard on your clit, queuing a high pitched cry from you. Your sounds bring back that damn smirk, you can feel it against your skin.

He pushes another finger into you, tongue flicking over your clit. Your breathing is long past fast, you’re trying to catch it now because he’s continuously knocking the wind right out of you. He’s doing absolutely everything right and in the back of your mind you’re wondering how he learnt to do all this, but your main focus is on the obvious, his face buried in your cunt.

His fingers curl up and swipe your g spot, opening up to stretch you out, receiving a strangled moan from your throat. “Jay, I’m so close,” You cry, “Don’t stop!” You hold his head in place, and buck your hips up to grind onto his mouth. You’re probably suffocating him, but you really can’t be bothered to stop, and he doesn’t seem to be slowing down, so you’re assuming he’s okay with it.

One last movement of his fingers throws you over the edge, and your body shakes as your orgasm rocks through you. Jay’s fingers slow as you work through the euphoria, his lips staying away from your oversensitive clit.

He places a chaste kiss on your stomach before moving up to your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue as it slides into your mouth and you moan against his lips, your hand wandering down to cover his bulge.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” He curses, mouthing at your neck. “I need to be inside of you,”

You receive a sideways smirk as he pops the button on his jeans and pushes them down, underwear quick to follow. He strokes his hard cock and you swear your mouth starts to water. If he’d let you, you’d be on your knees so fast for him.

He hovers over you again, lining up with your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, running your hands up and down his shoulders. With a low grunt he pushes into you, you moan and watch as Jay’s features tighten, his eyes squeezing shut above you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” The pace starts slow, he speeds up gradually igniting a second wind in you. 

“Don’t stop,” You beg, pulling his face down so you can connect your lips.

A sharp thrust grazes your g spot, and you quite literally wail out. Your arms are moving frantically along his back, grabbing and scratching anywhere, while you squirm underneath him. Amidst your moving your leg slips out from under his, and Jay’s weight drops further onto you. He grunts, and his cock slips out, you whine high pitched and he chuckles, “You’re desperate, huh?”

Punching him in the arm would normally cross your mind but right now you’re not in the mood to argue, so you just nod. “Please, don’t stop,” Jay’s hand slips underneath your leg to push your thigh to your chest while he pressures into you again. Your back arches of the couch and Jay curses, “Stay fucking still,” His free hand comes up to sit at the base of your throat and you moan out.

“You want it?” He asks, railing into you again.

You nod your head weakly with the constriction of his hand, and his fingers tighten around you.

“Say it,” He spits out, teeth clenched.

The words fall out of your mouth almost automatically, “I want it so bad,”

“Good girl,” He mumbles the words and let’s go of your leg, his hand slipping down to where you’re connected. The pad of his middle finger presses directly onto your clit and you jerk up. His grip on your neck gets tighter again as he works his hips up, sending his tip slamming into your g spot, which queues another scream and sudden movement.

“Jesus, I’m gonna need to tie you up next time, quit fucking moving.” He growls.

Your pussy clenches around him when he says that and a deep groan is pushed out his throat before he chuckles, “Mm, you like that idea don’t you?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as you try and fail to bring your hips up to meet him. “You can do whatever you want,” The words slip out embarrassingly easy, and you turn your head so he can’t see the way your cheeks flush.

His head dips down so he can get his lips on your neck, letting out a breathy chuckle that you feel on your skin. “Oh baby I plan to,”

He bites the spot under your ear and you whine, your hands coming up to hold him against you.

He slides his finger up again to circle around your clit and you feel yourself getting higher and higher, unable to move under his weight. His every thrust radiating pleasure through your whole body while he keeps you pinned underneath him.

You turn your head, and whisper against his lips. He slides his tongue into your mouth, pinching your clit.

It’s sends you over the edge fast and hard, your vision going black for a moment while warmth spreads through your body. 

When you come to, Jay is wiping a warm towel over your stomach, grinning while you lift yourself onto your elbows. “Are you good?”

“I think so,” You say quietly, and then you’re blurting out probably what you’re both thinking, “What just happened?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He grins, walking around the side of the bed until he’s beside you. He reaches a hand out to stroke your hair and you hold onto his arm. “Need anything?”

You shake your head, tugging on him while he slides back into the bed, pulling the covers up and over the both of you. 

“We should, uh, definitely do this again...” Jay says, tugging you into his chest. 

“Absolutely.” You nod, “I’ll argue with you any day if this is what’s gonna come of it,”

[everythinghughes]

devils game storytime!!

so i forgot i was supposed to write this for the people who asked LMAO

but here it is :)

so my mom and i left kinda late but the timing seemed okay enough that i wouldn't miss warm ups which was a very good thing. the game started at 7 and we got there at like 6:15ish, so there was still a considerable amount of time left before puck drop but then it takes FORTY FUCKING MINUTES to find parking so fuck you scotiabank parking.

by the time we got in warmups had unfortunately ended and i was really sad about it. but then we sat down next to these really nice guys who offered to buy me food and stuff which was super sweet of them and they were very amused by my crush on jack. so every time jack skated by they'd yell his name like crazy fangirls which i thought was super funny.

we were next to the tunnel here the devils came out onto the ice too so they chirped all the devils players as they walked in and out of the dressing room.

but anyway i fangirl over jack the entire game and make eye contact with him (literally stopped breathing oops). then during the first intermission a nj devils trainer official was standing right next to us (the tunnel where the devils come out) so my mom and i asked if we could try and get my jersey signed by jack. he said he'd try but it didn't end up happening since they were busy and SUPER pissed about the loss.

like i witnessed jack yell fuck at the top of his lungs. he was super frustrated

BUT ALAS MY FRIENDS THINGS GET BETTER

the same nj official gave me kevin bahl's broken stick!! and my dad fixed it so now i just have his hockey stick chilling in my room and i'm SO FREAKING HAPPY!!

like it was one of the greatest nights of my life and a totally unreal experience.

justin bieber was there too, which was so sick.

i'm trying to think about what else happened

OH

apparently there was a fight in the stands and they were kicked out!!

and when i was walking out of the arena with the stick i felt like a celebrity cause people were staring and pointing and asking where i got the stick (obviously not seeing the devils jersey under my jacket)

but that was the whole experience and now i'm just gonna ramble about jack for a second

HE IS REALLY SHORT LIKE THE SHORTEST ON THE TEAM I THINK

i swear he was like 5'11 but he looked 5'9...

on skates.

so idk what's going on there but he was so gorgeous like everything i ever imagined and more.

HIS HANDS AND HIS HAIR FUCK ME MAN

he is overall the most attractive guy i have ever seen irl because i actually saw him irl LIKE HE WAS INFRONT OF ME

i am super thankful that i got this opportunity to watch him and the rest of the guys play with such good seats so a huge thanks to my mom (even though she wont read this). also thank you to the devils official who gave me the stick because you're awesome :)

to be real with you guys, i've been waiting 4 years for a chance to see the devils/jack play irl and will 100% be going again when luke and eddy are playing as devils

god i cant wait for that day to come

okay im done thanks for listening

tagging them because they commented on my earlier post

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[halstudandruz]

Had Me By Halftime

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Based off the song Had Me By Halftime by Morgan Wallen

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I know this game was on a Monday but we’re gonna pretend it wasn’t. Also I know there’s different rules to cornhole, but I did the 21 or bust version for sake of the story.

You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags

When I caught your name at a corn hole game

You and your friends had decided to tailgate at the Chicago Bears game. You were in your last semester of college and your group had collectively decided to forego buying tickets. Not wanting nosebleed seats, but knowing your broke college student bank account would not offer many other options. The parking lot was crowded with Bears fans; scattered Minnesota Vikings fans sticking out in the crowd. It was surprisingly warm for a Chicago October. You had just finished a game of flip cup and informed your friends you were going to get food from a nearby food truck, your best friend, Madison tagging along. You hadn’t made it far from your group when you made eye contact with a handsome man. Slowly walking you heard him talking to a man about the same age as him,

“Adam come on!” He exclaimed.

“I am not playing against him, he might as well be a pro.” The brown haired man shook his head.

“Don’t take it out on me cause I’m better than you.” Another good-looking brown-haired man from the group laughed shrugging and throwing an arm around a pretty blonde girl who wasn’t even paying attention to the men, already conversing with a group of girls. The handsome dark skinned man groaned seemingly pouting. Grabbing Madison’s arm you stopped her to pull her over to the group.

“You need a couple players?” You smiled gesturing to the corn hole boards.

“Actually yeah we do.” He nodded.

“Let’s roll.” You challenged taking your place by the board and picking up the orange bean bags. Madison sighed already reading your dirty thoughts about the man as she walked to the board opposite of you and the broad muscled man took his place next to you, gathering the navy blue bags. “Let me just get you a menu cause you’re about to get served.” You joked and luckily he let out an adorable laugh.

“That’s the best you got?” He sported a wide smile causing you to instantly blush.

“Yeah...sorry I’m not the best at trash talking. My game usually speaks for itself.” You shrugged, turning to throw the bean bag on the board Madison stood by. Watching it slide right through the center. Humming he looked at you impressed, gearing up when you threw him a seductive smirk.

“Let the games begin.” He grinned.

The game was close, full of playful banter, and maybe a little flirting from you and the man you now knew was named, Kevin. Luckily you and Madison came out on top thanks to Kevin’s partner’s accidental bust over 21 taking their score back down to 13.

“Ruz, you might want to take up a math class in your spare time.” Kevin teased, knowing he only aimed for the board because of his poor math skills.

“Shut up.” He attempted to throw a bag at him, but it fell short. “I’m never playing this game again.” Adam huffed, walking away.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” You shrugged, winking at him.

Said "Girl, where you sitti'g? I got an extra ticket

It's right on the 50"

“Sorry. He gets a little competitive.” Kevin smiled, “Thanks for playing though.” He leaned against the side of a truck crossing his arms. Madison stood awkwardly a couple feet away as you two flirted with each other.

“Thanks for letting us. It was nice to do something other than a drinking game for once.” You chuckled gesturing to where your group was now playing beer pong.

“Where are you guys sitting?” He asked gesturing to the stadium behind him.

“Oh we actually don’t have tickets. Just here to tailgate.” You explained and his smile got slightly bigger.

“Well I actually have an extra ticket. It’s right on the 50 if you want to join me?” He offered.

“Thanks, but I don’t want to just leave my group hanging..” You contemplated looking back at Madison who was nodding quickly mouthing the word “Go!” Sighing you turned back towards him with a smile, “you know what. What the hell why not?” You pushed the tingling of your body deeper down at his happy grin.

You had a 16 home team jersey on

Singin' every word to the fight song

Had your airplane bottles from your purse out

“Okay. I have to ask. Why are you wearing that jersey?” Kevin asked, sitting down beside you.

“Because we’re at...a Bears game?” You looked at him skeptically, causing him to laugh.

“Obviously.. I mean why O’Donnell? I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone actually wearing his jersey.” He explained.

“Well I do like to be an outlier,” you joked, “punters never get the credit they should. Same with kickers. They deserve more love.” You answered.

“Good to know you’re not a bandwagon fan.” He said.

“We won one super bowl 35 years ago and we just benched our newly signed QB for a rookie. I don’t think there’s any wagon for someone to hop on.” You retorted.

“You got me there.” He agreed watching you pull a few tiny bottles of alcohol out of your small bag you had strategically hidden to make it past security.

“You a fan of fireball? I hate it but it came with the pack.” You asked, turning to see an amused grin covering his face. “What?”

“How in the hell did you sneak those in here?” He inquired.

“Can’t give away all my secrets on the first date.” You shrugged, wiggling your eyebrows. He took it from your hand nudging Adam who sat on his other side. Adam took it graciously.

“Hell yeah. We’re keeping her!” He exclaimed, twisting the cap off to take the shot.

The first half of the game was rough. Only lucking out with a safety in the first quarter.

“I hope to god Trubisky starts to prove he has more than just a pretty face.” You shook your head preparing yourself for the second half. You and Kevin had talked throughout all of halftime, and you caught him staring with a wide smile more than once as you might’ve got a little too competitive throughout the first and second quarter.

“I could play better defense than his line is. Kev, get down there you know how to tackle people.”

“He does realize he’s supposed to be throwing it to his own team right?”

“Fucking 2 yards isn’t gonna get you anywhere!” Were just a few things you remember spouting off.

“This is ridiculous.” You threw up your hands when Rudolph took it into the Vikings endzone.

With 5:33 left in the 3rd quarter O’Donnell took the field for the punt, but instead to everyone’s surprise the punt is faked and #16 puts up a pass to Cunningham who runs it in for the touchdown. “Oh my god!” You jumped up and down, “No fucking way! That’s my man!” You yelled pulling Kevin in for a hug who was in utter disbelief.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” He laughed, cheering with the crowd. The fans were hyped watching Barth kick it between the posts.

“Believe it baby!

Bear down, Chicago Bears, make every play clear the way to victory;

Bear down, Chicago Bears, put up a fight with a might so fearlessly.

We'll never forget the way you thrilled the nation with your T-formation.

Bear down, Chicago Bears, and let them know why you're wearing the crown.

You're the pride and joy of Illinois, Chicago Bears, bear down.” You sang along loudly to the Bears’ fight song roaring throughout Soldier Field. The second half was much more heated than the first, but unfortunately thanks to a successful kick from Forbath in the last few seconds the Vikings took home the win.

You would've thought that post-game

Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine

But you had me by halftime

Everyone was starting to file out of the stadium, Kevin’s group included.

“You comin?” Adam turned to you both.

“You wanna wait till the crowds disperse a little?” Kevin asked and you smiled nodding.

“We’ll be waiting for you.” Adam winked, a knowing smirk covering his face as he grabbed tightly ahold of Kim’s hand to lead her through the crowd.

“You would’ve had to keep a tight hold on me. I’m small and can get lost easily.” You joked, body frame tiny compared to his broad muscular one.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure I do regardless.” Kevin flirted, looping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

“I told you. Punters and kickers, they don’t get enough credit.” You reiterated, “I mean how often does the game come down to a field goal? Too often in my opinion.”

“I can give you kicker I’m not sure about punters though.” He looked at you amused.

“Did you miss that play?” You scoffed.

“And how often does that happen? I’m sure you didn’t buy his jersey banking on that.” He replied.

“Yeah, alright. I just thought O’Donnell was better looking than Barth.” You admitted.

“You really know your football though.” He observed.

“I grew up with three brothers. It just came with the territory.” You explained.

“Three brothers?” He looked over at you, a faint look of fear appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m sure you could take any of them though.” You bit your lip squeezing his bicep to get your point across.

“Is that so?” He grinned face inches away from yours.

“Mhmm.” You hummed searching his eyes, begging him to make the move and he did. Closing the distant for a gentle, smooth kiss. His hand caressing your cheek to pull you closer. This is nowhere near what you expected your day to turn into when you got up this morning. You were just supposed to be tailgating with your friends too drunk for your own good. Instead you were seated inside the stadium making out with a guy you had just met this morning. Not that you were complaining, but what were the chances?

“Was that okay?” He asked lips still slightly brushing against yours and as an answer you gripped his face pulling him in for a deep bruising kiss that had him groaning low in his throat. Pulling away to get a breath you looked around to see very few people still seated, a warmth buzzing throughout your body despite the chilly fall air becoming more prominent.

“We better get out of here before we get in trouble.” You whispered. And he nodded tightly clasping your hand in his as you made your way out of the stadium back out into the parking lot.

Now every time the leaves start fallin' down

I get to thinkin' 'bout

5 years later

“Kev, can you check on the pizza while I get Carsyn dressed?” You asked after seeing your daughter stir from her nap on the monitor. Walking in her room you retrieved her from the crib. She was all smiles and giggles. “Well I take it you had a good nap.” You kissed her chubby cheek, attempting to flatten her bed head before laying her on the floor to get her dressed. “Daddy is just gonna be head over heels when he sees you. Not that he isn’t already.” You smiled trying to slide her tights on despite her wiggling legs. Succeedingly picking her up 10 minutes later. “Look who’s awake daddy.” You caught Kevin’s attention as he turned away from the stove to take her from your arms.

“You didn’t.” Kevin laughed, a smile wide on his face when he took his daughter into his arms admiring the outfit she was sporting. A blue tutu accompanied by an orange jersey that repped the #16, outfit topped off with a Chicago Bears bow. “Well don’t you just look adorable. Yes, you take after your mama.” Kevin laid kisses all over her face erupting numerous giggles from her. “Where’d you even find this at?” He asked and you knew what he was talking about without even turning around as you took the pizza out of the oven.

“I had to specially order it as one of those custom name jerseys. Seems they don’t make O’Donnell’s jersey for babies.” You laughed checking on the wings in the air fryer when a knock at the door interrupted. Adam and Kim strolling their way into the kitchen minutes later.

“Where’s my girl?” Adam asked, spotting her in Kevin’s arms. Carsyn immediately reached out for Adam. “There she is and aren’t you just the cutest Bears fan in the whole world?” He tickled her stomach taking in her outfit, “Gotta say [Y/L/N] it looks better on her.” He joked gesturing to your identical jersey.

“Joke all you want this jersey got me a husband.” You leaned up on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on Kevin’s cheek.

The rest of your crew arrived not too much later. Hailey and Jay bringing along their son who was a few months younger than Carsyn. This was now a football season tradition and you loved every minute of it.

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[delaber]

Can’t Have Your Cake and Another Cake Too

Rafael Casal x Reader

Note: Okay, I’ll stop breaking Rafa’s heart now... Last time, I swear! Thanks for the prompts to these lovely anons. Alhough this is not a prequel to Poetic Justice (Rafa x ER Nurse), poor Rafa’s facing some of the same issues. I very loosely based this story on J. Cole’s Kevin’s Heart (don’t know why I’m always incorporating J. Cole into my fics, but apparently he’s always lurking in the back of my mind) and Phlake’s So Faded. Let me know what you think!

Words: 4.7K

Warnings: Cocaine addiction! Does not have a happy ending (nobody ODs and nobody’s dying ...Only on the inside lol)

Tagging: No one! This might not be for everybody and I don’t want anybody to feel forced to read it 😌

It was supposed to be a great night out. The entire gang was there, and at the instigation of Diggs, Rafa was supposed to be on the prowl to get laid so he could take his mind off of his broken heart.

From his seat in the booth, Rafa had a fairly good view of the dance floor and he had already spotted a few honeys who likewise had acknowledged him by smiling and sending him a couple of long looks. One of them had even twirled her hair between her fingers while blowing him a kiss. He had the green light, all systems were go!

However, of all the things that could've thrown him off his game, Rafa would not have placed a single bet on a phone call. But the minute he pulled out his vibrating phone and checked the caller ID, both the group of honeys on the dance floor and his friends occupying the seats all around him were completely forgotten. Nothing else mattered anymore.

He stared at the screen for a while, reading the name over and over again. What the fuck was Morris calling him for? Rafa had told him to stop. Morris knew he was too weak to say no even though he had promised his girl that he'd stop for good.

...Or, you weren't his girl. Not anymore.

But Rafa was still determined to win you back no matter if you had stopped answering his phone calls or not, so he took a tough decision and pressed the decline button beneath Morris' name. He even contemplated putting his phone on flight-mode to remove all unwelcome temptations - he knew you'd never take him back if he fell back in - yet, for some reason taking himself off the grid was easier said than done, and before he had pulled himself together to actually press the little airplane button, a text from Morris had ticked in. It only consisted of two words but Rafa understood perfectly.

'New candy.'

Fuck... Rafa considered the pros and cons of accepting for a few milliseconds before he came to his senses. No, no, no. The only way he'd ever win you back would be by showing you that he could stay sober even after your break-up. Morris could fuck off! As if awaking from a trance, Rafa hurriedly put his phone back in his pocket and desperately tried to forget about Morris' enticing offer by telling himself that he was strong enough to shake it.

...although deep down, he was aware that it was already too late. That no matter what, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it now. And no matter how hard he tried to re-focus on the honeys on the dance floor and tell himself how stupid it was to hit Morris up, it was no use, the damage was done; he was desperate to get high!

Deeply, horribly ashamed of himself, Rafa texted Morris the address of the club and impatiently waited a couple of minutes before he walked outside with heavy footsteps. It felt as if he was walking to the gallows, the shame eating him up from the inside. You'd be so disappointed in him!

However, in order to make himself accept what he was about to do, he reminded himself that apparently, you didn't care if he was high or not. If you did, you would've returned his phone calls, and you would've reacted to the fact that he had been sober for three weeks now - but you hadn't. And with that in mind, Rafa managed to push away most of the shame as he laid eyes on Morris' sketchy Subaru parked by the curb on the other side of the road. He walked across the street with determined footsteps, carefully looking over his shoulder to check if anybody he knew were watching him approach what was clearly a dealer's car.

"What's up, bruh!" Morris called as he rolled down his window. He was wearing sunglasses, looking like an absolute turd in the dark night.

Rafa put his arms on the car's beltline and shot Morris a bro handshake through the open window, "what the fuck are you wearing sunglasses at night for? You look like a dick."

"Nah, man, it looks cool," Morris laughed, "do you like them? Hell, you should like them - you paid for them."

"What do you mean I paid for them?"

"With the amount of money you spend in my shop, I think it's safe to assume that you paid for these sunglasses and the rims on the ride too," Morris snorted.

"Yeah, about that," Rafa looked away, the embarrassment slowly creeping up his spine again, "you gotta stop calling me."

"You said that last time as well but look at you now," Morris laughed.

"Come on man, it's important that I stop."

"You don't wanna stop though."

Rafa let out a sigh, "look, I'm trying to prove something to my girlf- ...ex-girlfriend."

"A'ight, I respect that," Morris nodded slowly but then he quickly continued, "so did you just call me here to pin your lady troubles on me? Cause I have a customer waiting up on Seventh Ave."

Rafa blew out some air, embarrassed by the decision he was about to make.

"...Or do you wanna buy?" Morris continued as he read Rafa's body language.

"...you're not gonna tell Diggs are you?"

"Do I look like a fucking snitch?" Morris looked offended, "and you know me and Diggs don't talk no more."

"Yeah, alright. This stays between us, okay? If word gets out, I'm fucked."

"A'ight bruh," Morris laughed, "Now, how much do you need?"

"Just... just give me an eightball," Rafa mumbled.

Morris let out a small laugh, "an eightball? Man, you're not about to quit," he chuckled and handed Rafa a zip-lock bag with white powder in it.

"Shut up," Rafa mumbled and pocketed the baggie, "how much?"

"Rafa, you're my man, so I'mma give you a discount because I feel bad for you and your girl. Three hundo."

"Three hundred?! Last time it was two-eighty without the discount."

"Times are changing. I haven't seen you in three weeks, man. Plus, this is a good batch," Morris poked Rafa in the chest, "my contact got it shipped in directly from Medellín. Look, it got fish scale and everything!"

"You better not fuck me over," Rafa muttered and threw Morris three hundred-dollar bills before he turned away from him with an annoyed huff.

"Pleasure doing business as always, Casal! See you next weekend!" Morris yelled after Rafa with a small laugh, apparently not a care in the world for who knew about their illegal transaction.

"Fucking idiot," Rafa muttered to himself without turning around. He had more important things to do than to scold Morris about his indiscretion.

Rafa hurried to the restroom and carefully locked the door behind him before he frantically pulled out the zip-lock bag. He examined its contents and saw the pearl-like surface that Morris had talked about - Fuck it looked good! He opened the bag carefully but froze when he caught his own reflection in the bathroom mirror; the loving look he was sending the bag of coke was sickening. It made his stomach plummet. Had he really been reduced to snorting coke alone in a dirty bathroom of a sketchy club? He remembered when it had been a group activity. Before he couldn't control it.

Shake it off! He told himself. He had every intention of stopping after tonight. This would be the last time.

You said that last time as well, a small voice rang in the back of his head, but he ignored his guilty conscience and instead poured out a small pile of the pearl-like coke on top of the hand dryer. Quickly, he pulled out a random card from his wallet and used it to form two heavy lines. Before his guilty conscience could interfere again, he also grabbed a one-dollar bill that he neatly rolled into a small tube and put between his right nostril and one of the white lines, ready for the rush. His gaze, however, lingered on the random card he had used to break the coke into lines; it was his fucking rewards card for the small organic, artisan shit coffee house that you liked. What wouldn't you say if you knew what he was doing? In his mind's eye, he could see the disappointed look you always sent him whenever he'd come home all hyped up, rambling his mouth off. You never got angry with him and his love of coke, but somehow your disappointed demeanour was way worse. He would've taken screaming and yelling over the disappointed stare and the slow shake of your head any day.

Slowly, he removed the dollar-bill from his nostril, stood up straight and met his own eyes in the mirror again - and for a moment, he could truly see how pathetic he was. What the hell was he doing? He was throwing away his last shot at getting you back - and for what? A few hours of euphoria and confidence?

But she doesn't want you back, a small voice rang inside his head, you called, and you called, and you called. You declared yourself clean to her voicemail and she still didn't reach out. Fuck her!

"Yeah, fuck her," Rafa mumbled before he put the dollar-bill back to his nostril. Quickly, he snorted both lines of coke, shooting his head back afterwards, sniffling a bit as he cleaned his nose with the back of his hand. He knew he only had a couple of minutes before the euphoria kicked in, so he quickly brushed off the dollar-bill and the rewards card and tugged them both back in his wallet. The remainder of the coke was stowed away in his shirt's breast pocket for safe keeping.

Ready for the rush, Rafa was impatiently staring at himself in the mirror. He was thinking about how to avoid Diggs and his condescending looks for the duration of his high, when he was finally overwhelmed by the familiar fuzzy feeling. It came out of nowhere and started behind his eyeballs and continued all the way down to his toenails. It felt as if someone had pulled a large, fluffy blanket down over him, and it was slowly heating up his body, making him feel safe and secure. His pulse quickened in time with his breathing, and he had to close his eyes to get himself under control. He felt fucking powerful! Morris had not lied about this coming from a good batch. "Shit, Morris," he laughed.

There was a knock on the door, and Rafa remembered that he had occupied the men's room for a good five minutes now. He took a last look at his suddenly hazed eyes, aware that no matter how hard he tried to hide it, anyone could see that he was high as a kite. He contemplated riding out his high alone in the bathroom but also knew that with the amount of energy present in his body, he couldn't stay in the small restroom all night. He had to dance! To fuck! To fight!

With a suddenly confident bounce in his step, he opened the door, and sent the guy in line what he hoped was an apologetic nod before he confidently strode towards the honeys on the dance floor.

"Hey Rafa!" he heard someone yell behind him.

Hoping it was someone who wanted to fight, Rafa quickly turned around but was slightly disappointed to see Diggs coming towards him with a huge grin on his face. Shit! Rafa realised that he had to act nonchalant around his best friend. Diggs absolutely couldn't know about the coke in his breast pocket, or he'd be all up in Rafa's face about it.

"Diiiiiggs! My man!" Rafa yelled overly excited, clearly very, very high.

Diggs shot him a look at his weird behaviour before he continued, "where've you been, man? I've been looking for you everywhere."

"R-r-r-r-r-r-r-rrrrrrrestroom," Rafa laughed, he was too happy to pretend otherwise.

"Why are you saying it like th-" the huge grin was slowly slipping from Diggs' face, "...hey, Rafa - look at me," Diggs suddenly sounded all serious as he took Rafa's face in his hands, carefully examining his features, "Rafa, look at me."

Rafa let out a low chuckle, "Diggs, you know I think you're handsome and all that, but I don't like you that way," he joked.

"You're being weird," Diggs furrowed his eyebrows, "- and your pupils are huge. Have you been doing lines in the bathroom?"

"Maybe," Rafa laughed, unable to stop himself from revealing his dirty little secret, "why? You want some? I still have a few hits left," he padded his breast pocket.

"You know I don't do that shit anymore..." Diggs let go of Rafa with a sigh and looked away from him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you're a fucking saint now," Rafa said a bit more harshly than he had intended to. Ever since Diggs had met Emmy, he had been boring as hell.

Diggs chose not to comment on Rafa's low blow, and managed to keep his calm, "I thought you'd stopped, bruh."

"Morris made me an offer I couldn't refuse," Rafa laughed in an accent halfway between Tony Montana and Vito Corleone.

"Yeah well, I'm not the only one who thought you were done fucking around," Diggs said seriously. He was having none of Rafa's jokes, "I just saw your girl downstairs. She wants to talk to you."

It took a few seconds before Rafa understood, but when he finally grasped Diggs' words, he felt the blood drain from his face and his mouth run dry, "what? No, you're kidding me..."

"Nope," Diggs sighed, "I've been running around trying to find you for fifteen minutes..."

"Shit! What the fuck do I do?" Rafa said in a panicked voice, licking his lips frantically, "I told her I was sober! If she sees me like this, she'll never take me back."

"Yeah, well you better pray that you don't run into her."

Rafa ran his hand through his hair, "fuck I'm screwed. She's downstairs?"

"Was fifteen minutes ago."

"Alright, I'm jumping out this window. You stall her, tell her that I got sick or something."

"You can't jump out this window?" Diggs said incredulously, "we're 50 feet up, if you do that, you die! Just walk out the doo- ...oh shit, dude, we're blown. She's here. She's coming over."

"Fuck! Can I still bolt?"

"Of course not!"

"Well how do I look? Alright?"

"You look-" Diggs cut himself off, "...maybe just try and avoid her looking into your eyes, okay?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

"The light in here's paying you a favour but apart from that you're gonna have to pull yourself together. You brought this upon yourself," Diggs said harshly before his demeanour changed completely as his eyes interlocked with yours over Rafa's shoulder, "heeeeey," he smiled broadly, "look who I found."

Rafa slowly turned around and met you. Your stunning beauty - as always - immediately knocking him to the ground. He couldn't believe that it had been four weeks since the last time he'd seen you. He'd do anything to get you back!

"Rafa," you nodded formally with a stiff face. Rafa couldn't help but make a mental note on how weird it was to see you without a smile on your lips. You were normally always so happy. He had done this, he reminded himself.

"Hey baby," he whispered, the words weirdly familiar in his throat.

You briefly raised your eyebrows while looking away from him, clearly uncomfortable by the sound of your old pet name.

"Sorry," he continued, "force of habit. ...I'm just happy to see you."

Your gaze slowly found his face, and Rafa prayed that you couldn't see his coke-eyes from where you were standing.

"Well..." you said and clicked your tongue, "I'd like to talk to you."

"I'd like to talk to you too," Rafa said quietly.

"And you're sober? Like you said on my voicemail?"

"Yes," Rafa breathed, "completely sober," he lied thickly, hyper-aware of how awkward it was with Diggs shuffling nervously beside him. He was uncomfortably rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Good," you finally let out a small smile, "do you want to sit down?"

"Yeah," Rafa nodded.

"Yeah, I'll - uh - I'll leave you to it," Diggs cleared his throat and padded Rafa between the shoulder blades as a way of wishing him good luck.

"Thanks man," Rafa muttered before he followed you down to a vacant booth in the corner of the room. Instead of sitting down opposite you, he made sure to occupy the seat next to you, hoping that it would minimise the risk of you looking into his eyes. He just had to pretend that he was sober until the high quieted down. Fourty-five more minutes - Less if he was lucky.

"So, how've you been?" You said quietly as you were both overlooking the dance floor, avoiding looking directly at each other.

"Not good," Rafa said quietly, "like shit, actually... how about you?"

"Yeah, well I guess 'shit' sums it up neatly... How's sober life?"

"Oh, it's - yeah - it's - it's great!" He said, the lie thick in his throat, "I feel so much better now." He knew how much he had hurt you, and he knew how difficult it must be for you to face him after you'd said that you never wanted to see him again - which just really only made his lying so much worse. Fuck, how he hated himself for what he had done. What he was still doing.

Your eyes darted across his face before your gaze settled on a spot just below his chin. He was relieved that you weren't staring him square in the eyes. "I was so happy to hear your voicemail," you whispered, "you really flushed your stash?"

"Yes," he croaked.

"I'm glad that you're finally taking care of yourself," he couldn't make out your face in the dark but he could hear a hint of happiness to your voice that you were clearly trying to suppress. It made him feel horrible.

"Yeah, I want to stay sober for you," he said slowly. At least that wasn't a lie.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," you said quietly, the happiness definitely shining through now.

Rafa's heart was fluttering in his chest, and he felt the coke-induced euphoria run amok in his brain, "...does that mean you'll forgive me?" All his senses were heightened.

"It's a step in the right direction" you said quietly, still not looking directly at him, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too baby," Rafa said quietly and boldly took your hand in his.

Finally, you looked up at him, and to avoid you noticing his bloodshot eyes with the dilated pupils, he took a quick decision, leaned in and crashed his lips against yours.

Luckily, you mistook his desperation for passion and fiercely kissed him back, your hand releasing itself from his, and instead caressing his neck. In-between kisses you managed to mumble, "I'm still... mad... at you."

"I know," Rafa mumbled, enjoying the familiar feeling of your lips against his. Your hands switched to caressing his torso, and your small fingers travelled over his stomach and up his chest, coming to a halt over his heart. It was racing against his ribcage and he had no idea whether it was due to the coke or due to the heap of emotions he felt in his chest. He couldn't believe he was kissing you again. He had completely written it off no more than half an hour ago.

Your right hand moved away from his heart but came to a sudden halt when you felt a small bump in Rafa's breast pocket. Still kissing him, you ran your fingers over the bump a few times before you remembered that it was where he always kept his coke. Quickly, you pulled your lips away from his.

"Wait, no, don't take kissing away from me," he hummed, completely unaware of the discovery you'd just done.

You were looking at his euphoric face with the closed eyes and the swollen lips as you moved your hand over his breast pocket once more.

When Rafa realised what was going on his eyes flew open and he spluttered, "it isn't what you think!"

But he was too slow to react, and before he had had the chance to move away, your fingers went inside his breast pocket and grabbed the small bag from there. "You've got to be kidding me!" You said angrily as you held his coke between your fingertips.

"Baby, I can explain," Rafa said quickly while desperately grabbing your wrist.

"Rafa, you fucking idiot! Don't touch me!" You wrestled yourself out of his grip, got up from your seat, and fast-paced towards the door.

"Baby! Baby!" Rafa yelled out as he ran after you.

"Don't touch me!" You cried, attracting the attention of everyone in your path.

You stormed out the door, Rafa at your heel desperately clinging to every inch of you that he could reach. When you reached the curb outside, he finally managed to run up in front of you, stopping you in your tracks, "baby, I can explain!" He said desperately.

"You said you'd flushed it all!" You were screaming at him now, the tears running down your face.

"It was a mistake, baby, I swear I didn't mean to. I flushed it all, I promise. It's just a setback."

"When did you buy this, Rafa?" You said through gritted teeth, "how long did you manage to stay sober before you decided you wanted to throw it all away?"

Rafa looked away from you, he was so embarrassed by himself, "Morris called and I tried to say no, I really did! Baby, I tried so hard to resist it. But he was persistent."

"Well, did he force you to buy?" You hissed. You were having none of his excuses.

"...No." Rafa admitted.

"When did you buy it?" You emphasised every word, "before or after you called me last weekend?"

"After..."

"When? How long after? When did you have your setback?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! I need to know if you did it because you were physically craving it, because you just felt like getting high, or if you did it because you’d thrown the thought of us away when I didn’t answer you.”

"I tried to fight it, I swear I tried to fight it," he was getting choked up.

"Rafa, tell me when you bought it."

He considered shooting you a lie but he didn't want to fuck up any more. "I bought it tonight..." he finally muttered under his breath, avoiding your gaze.

"You're not serious!! You bought it tonight?" You bellowed, "are you trying to tell me that you planned on throwing away your soberness tonight? That if I hadn't shown up, you'd be high as balls right now?"

Rafa didn't say anything, he just looked at you with huge eyes, the embarrassment evident on his face - and first then did you notice his blood-shot eyeballs with the abnormally large pupils that had taken over most of the green that was normally present.

"No..." you whispered when you realised, "no, no, no..." you groaned quietly, clutching your chest, "you're high right now?" The heartbreak was evident in your voice.

Rafa sent you a pained look. He fucking hated himself.

"You're high..." You stated in a whisper, the tears were streaming down your face, "you lied."

He had broken your heart. Again.

"I - I didn't mean to," he croaked, "I was just so happy to see you. I knew you wouldn't want to talk to me if I told you the truth."

"So you planned on telling me when?"

"I don't know," he croaked, "I didn't think it through. I've been sober for three weeks. Tonight's just a small setback. Baby, I swear, I'll block Morris and I'll flush this baggie right now if I can just get you back," Rafa was begging, “I’ll stop if you tell me to!”

"Rafa, how many times do I have to tell you," you cried, "You have to stop because you want to. Not because I tell you to stop! I don't care about the snorting! I don't care that you party and get high! You've done lines of my tits several times for God's sake! But I can't live with the constant lying that has become part of it!"

Fuck, Rafa knew what you were building to. His life's biggest mistake. He had it coming, he knew it. He deserved it. He was a fucking cheating coke-head and he hated it. "Please don't bring it up," he sobbed.

You didn't listen to him. You had to confront him with it because he clearly hadn't understood. "Rafa, you fucked another girl! And you were so high that you didn't even realise it! And when you woke up the next day and saw what you'd done, you lied about your whereabouts and the fact that you'd been high as fuck! I had to learn about it through her!" You were sobbing, "...and instead of staying home and comforting me, you lied about having to go to the studio, and you met up with Morris and you got high! Again! If knowing that you're breaking my heart with your constant lies doesn't make you want to quit, I'm not sure what will."

"I want to stop!" he sobbed. He had never felt so horrible before, "I love you, I want to be with you," he sniffled and took your hand, "please give me another chance! I'll stop snorting. I'll stop lying. I'll do anything for you."

It looked as if you were contemplating his words but the look in your eyes darkened suddenly and you let out a whisper, "no Rafa!" as you pulled your hand away from his.

"Baby, please!" He pleaded desperately, "I love you."

"You love coke more," you whispered.

"I have a problem," Rafa tried desperately, "I know. I can't stop. But I'll get help. I'll do whatever you want me to do!"

"Rafa, if you stop snorting because I tell you to stop, it will never last! You love getting high!"

"That's not true... it's pathetic," he cried.

"Rafa, honey,” you said quietly, “- ask yourself this; would you be throwing away this baggie and deleting Morris' number if I wasn't leaving you because of it?"

"Yes," he croaked immediately.

You took a deep breath of air, hurt written all over your face, "Love," you sighed desperately as a fresh wave of tears started streaming down your face, "you're lying again..." you sobbed, and put the baggie in the palm of his hand and folded his fingers around it.

"I'm flushing it," he croaked.

"Do whatever you want," you whispered and looked him in the eye, "We're not together anymore. I'm done - it's over,” you said as you slowly turned around and started walking away from him.

“No, no, no! Please come back!”

“No Rafa… This time I'm serious,” you said before you started walking again.

This time, Rafa didn't run after you. He just watched you walk further and further away from him as your hands dried the tears off of your face every two seconds. He imagined you stopping, imagined the hurt look you'd send him. How he'd run over to you and take you in his arms. Imagined how he'd apologise and you'd both hug and cry and kiss it out. But you didn't stop. You didn't send him any look at all. And he didn’t run to you, he was glued to the pavement.

He stood as if frozen in time and looked after you even long after you'd disappeared around the corner. Suddenly, however, he noticed that he was still clutching the baggie in his closed fist. Slowly, he opened the palm to reveal the beautiful mother-of-pearl-coloured powder. He contemplated dropping it down the gutter next to him. It would all be so easy.

But instead, he closed his fingers around it and pocketed it right above his broken heart. It would help relieve the terrible thunder that he felt rolling over him. It brought along a storm of emotions. A hurricane of regrets. And he was desperate to get high.

[blossom-hwa]

college model!juyeon

SO the people have spoken (aka 3 people but it’s more than 0 so I DON’T CARE) and without further ado HERE WE GO IT’S A COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON BLURB. please reblog if you enjoyed and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3

pairing: juyeon x gender neutral!reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: fluff, a bit of angst when mc is stressed, university!au

triggers: cursing, like the tiniest bit of suggestive stuff but absolutely nothing explicit (it’s really just saying juyeon is hot which wbk)

fashion major!kevin

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so juyeon isn’t actual a professional model-model like he just happens to be v tall and v handsome and therefore catches the eye of every single fucking fashion major (and other people too) on campus but i’m focusing on the fashion majors because he is LITERALLY model material. have you seen those fucking arms and that fucking face ANYWAY MOVING ON juyeon is an absolute sweetheart behind those stupid muscles and anyone who works with him swears it is impossible like legitimately impossible not to fall in love with his dumb little smile but the thing is juyeon only really agrees to model for fashion major kevin usually like sometimes kevin will pull in a favor and ask him to model for someone else who can’t find anyone (bc let’s be real kevin’s got a lot of friends he could definitely rope someone into modeling for him /cough the other 2/3 of bermuda line cough/ but more often than not kevin takes juyeon not bc juyeon is like the best model or whatever (he’s good obv but some people probably have more experience) but bc juyeon is the only one who will willingly wear some of kevin’s more questionable choices

and the fucking thing is. he still looks good in them. he walks down the runway in this weird ass shirt and pants or whatever the hell kevin’s cooked up for this assignment and people are like.... IT’S SO WEIRD BUT WHY IS JUYEON PULLING IT OFF

so YEAH juyeon is happily modeling his way through college while doing a dance major (one time kevin did his makeup to purposely make him look slightly sweaty and the crowd went fucking insane) and he’s got a lot of things going for him, looks, talent, hard work, etc. and he’s v good at dancing, one of the top in his year so in exchange for his modeling work kevin goes to his dance recitals/competitions to cheer him on and that’s actually how juyeon meets you

you’re feeling shitty bc you just broke up with your partner for whatever reason, let’s just say it was not an amicable breakup and you were about to hole yourself up in 1. the dorm or 2. the lab and just drown yourself in work to forget everything but kevin is one of your good friends and he rolls up and is like. nah. fuck no i’m taking you out we are going to get lunch and then we are going to go see my model friend at one of his dance recitals i promise you it will be FUN and??? you can’t exactly refuse because it’s kevin and he’s not wrong you actually do need to go outside and get some fresh air bc the only time you have left a building over the past week or so is to 1. go to class/the lab from your dorm or 2. to go to your dorm from class/the lab (you are a science major here bc i am a science major and i am heavily projecting ok don’t come at me. though i will say you do theoretical physics which i DO NOT DO but i think it’s cool if mind-blowing so again. projection. despite the fact that i will not touch quantum mechanics after today with a ten foot pole)

so kevin forces you outside and the day is going ok like it’s nice out and he pays for the food and the dance recital is amazing and juyeon has this mf solo that’s absolutely gorgeous and you’re like hitting kevin in the shoulder like omg dude how did you score a friend this talented and he’s like??? what the fuck do you mean by that are you saying i’m not talented and you’re like. well. and then he threatens to deck you but it’s all in good fun anyway MOVING ON when the recital is over kevin drags you over to meet juyeon bc he’s like! it is unacceptable that two of my good friends do not know each other and juyeon if you’re not doing anything you should come with us to dinner! and juyeon is like well i was going to go out with the dance team but you two could come with us and he’s all smiley and soft and you half want to praise the heavens and half want to go to hell bc he looks so sweet and happy and lovely and it’s an honor to be in his presence but at the same time you haven’t left a building for like a week and you’re pretty sure you still have eyebags that haven’t disappeared (jokes on you they’ll never disappear this is university) but kevin says yes for both of you and so you end up with dinner plans too

and it’s fun! everyone is really nice and even though you know nothing about dance you and juyeon end up having v cool conversation about each other’s interests and all that and you’re so immersed in talking with him that you don’t see kevin giving you side-eyes next to you every five fucking minutes (he’s like well. i didn’t see this coming but i’m not going to complain) and by the end of the night you have juyeon’s number in your phone and you’ve made plans to get coffee before class the next day (you don’t have the same class but they’re in adjacent buildings and at the same time so why not) and you go back to your dorm feeling happier than you’ve felt all week

it continues like this?? like it’s actually v weird bc even when you two don’t have plans to meet up juyeon just magically appears around where you’re supposed to be and when you remark on this at one point juyeon just kinda blushes and diverts the topic which makes you suspicious a little but he’s really sweet and has no stalker-ish vibes and you also double-check with kevin who just fucking starts laughing over the phone until you hang up bc he clearly doesn’t have the brain cells to talk to you anywho this is model juyeon and i haven’t talked about that much but HERE WE GO 

kevin has a fashion show assignment coming up and juyeon doesn’t have much time to hang out anymore between fittings with kevin + his own major so you end up carting your ass to the fitting sessions after kevin invites you once to see what’s going on and juyeon actually gets scared by all the numbers n shit on your papers bc like what the fuck y/n are you a computer and you just whap him over the head with your stack of homework and say no shut the fuck up and model pretty boy (you don’t see but juyeon blushes bc you called him pretty. kevin saw though and he’s not impressed) but you end up not focusing on your homework bc kevin has juyeon put on and take off clothes at multiple points during the session and ofc if it’s pants or whatever juyeon goes into a different room but if it’s just a shirt.... let’s just say you get a free show and at some point you’re just like yeah i have to go and kevin’s like?? there’s still an hour left and you say something like i can’t focus here the vibes are off and KEVIN KNOWS WHAT’S UP but juyeon is adorably oblivious so he’s just like! ok! see you later y/n i hope you get your homework done :) and he’s so smiley and cute and you just want to melt and cry bc he’s shirtless which is hot asf but he’s also smiling like that which is cute asf and you’re getting whiplash

(you still end up joining the sessions every so often. you bring homework to try and get it done but your time is either spent critiquing kevin’s fashion choices or staring subtly (not) at juyeon)

then a not good week rolls around and it’s just been absolutely shitty between crap professors and too much homework and your lab is working on submitting a paper soon and you’re stressed to the max and to top things off you saw your ex earlier and they tried to talk to you and you really didn’t want to have it so you’re in the lab crying over your computer while you try to proofread the stupid paper and your phone is off bc you don’t want to talk to anyone but then the door bursts open and you nearly have a heart attack and there juyeon stands in clothes that definitely aren’t his own (they’re too sleek and fancy to be normal clothes at least) and his eyes are kinda wild before they locate you in the corner of the room, shell-shocked and confused and also still crying a little bit out of stress 

and oh god juyeon’s eyes just soften totally and he walks over and before you know it you’re being pulled into a juyeon hug which is quite possibly one of the best hugs you have felt in a very long time and you’re doing your best not to break down right then and there bc his clothes feel hella expensive and he’s asking you what’s wrong and you can’t speak bc if you do you’ll cry on his model clothing and you finally manage to say that and there’s a beat of silence and then juyeon just goes well would it help if i took the shirt off 

AND THAT JUST SETS YOU OFF AND NOW YOU’RE CRYING AND LAUGHING AT THE SAME TIME AND JUYEON IS HALF SMILING HALF UPSET THAT YOU’RE STILL SAD BUT LIKE IT’S FINE IT’S TOTALLY FINE AND somehow you manage not to ruin kevin’s latest fashion creation (which makes juyeon look unfairly handsome even through your puffy eyes) and juyeon closes your laptop and takes you out to the convenience store (still dressed in his modeling outfit jfc) and over shitty ramen and alcohol (or water/juice/whatever if you don’t drink) you tell him about your crap week and juyeon commiserates and listens

at some point you ask him why he’s still wearing kevin’s clothes like?? surely you weren’t running around in them all day and juyeon just looks down and mumbles something and you’re like speak louder dude i can’t hear you and apparently he was in the middle of a session w kevin and kevin looked super stressed and worried and juyeon asked what was up and he told him about how you weren’t responding to anything and juyeon just. booked it the fuck out of there to find you and well now here you both are

and that. that just touches the FUCK out of you and wow you’re crying again bc of that and out of guilt for not talking to kevin or anyone and juyeon’s freaking out like oh my god please stop crying did i say something wrong and you’re just wiping your tears away with a napkin like no you doofus i’m sorry i made you worried it was just that shitty week and??? why did you sprint out of there IN KEVIN’S MODEL CLOTHES you gotta give those back??? and it looks like silk you know that’s going to be a bitch to clean

juyeon just pouts then and mumbles something under his breath and is like. it’s not more important than you.

which makes you reel bc that sounded a lot more like a confession than you’re really ready to process and juyeon seems to realize that at the same time and now you two are both just wide-eyed staring at each other and juyeon’s ears are going red and you’re still in shock and at some point you’re like... juyeon you stupid bastard say that again and he DOES and okay maybe you’re not dating by the end of the night but you sure are two weeks later when you ask him whether or not this is now a date and if he’s your boyfriend and juyeon spills coffee all over himself

(he mumbles yes as you’re wiping the coffee off his front though so it’s fine)

(it does not help that the coffee has now made the outline of his stomach visible)

anyway in general it’s a v cute and v sweet relationship :D juyeon is head over heels for you and you’re head over heels for him too and you’re not like the over the top sweet and gross couple you two like to keep it a little low-key but ofc that doesn’t stop kevin from banning you from fitting sessions w juyeon out of fear that you’ll like make out while juyeon’s wearing the modeling clothes but that’s just kevin being a little shit so it’s fine

juyeon manages to bring that silk shirt back to kevin in one clean piece

you manage not to die every time you go to one of juyeon’s dance recitals (even when he puts in a fake eyebrow piercing and you almost have a heart attack)

juyeon often likes to come into the lab for nothing other than to watch you work bc according to him its fascinating to watch you manipulate numbers and actually the lab is a v nice and quiet place to get things done when it’s mostly empty so you have a few study dates there

you go to juyeon’s dance practices sometimes when you have nothing better to do and get excited over showing him the physics of some of the dance moves and juyeon understands almost none of it but he’s beaming bc you’re so excited and animated while talking about it and the first time this happens is when you two have your first kiss. you ask juyeon if he was kissing you to shut you up and he says no i just thought you looked so happy that i had to kiss you

juyeon is a gentleman and you are like the sarcastic best friend turned lover but it really works out and yea there are a lot of people jealous that you managed to wrap juyeon around your finger but you’re also wrapped around his it’s v much a partnership where both of you rely on each other and yeah. it’s sweet. it’s lovely. juyeon hot but more important juyeon best boyfriend ever <3

and that’s how it goes.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for kevin’s clothes let’s all pray that no tears stain his silk)

[calpalirwin]

Nicest Asshole You’ll Ever Meet

Request: May I request a Lip Gallagher X Fem!Reader fanfic? Maybe set during season 1 or 2? Y/N is Kevin’s little sister and gets jumped on the south side. She gets badly beat up and barely makes it back home to her brothers house. No ones home so she goes to the Gallagher’s and Lip answers. He patches her up and it’s cute and fluffy. Maybe she falls asleep in his bed and they end up cuddling and then sharing a blunt? (You don’t have to add the blunt if you’re uncomfortable) Thank you love :)

Word Count: 1.3k

And away, and away we go!

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You cursed as you stumbled your way down the street. Kevin was gonna have a field day when he saw you. It wasn’t your fault you had broken the single rule he’d given you. You hadn’t started the fight. Why the fuck would you with odds like that? 5 to 1 was hardly fair. And while they had landed their fair share of kicks and punches on you, you held your own. Kevin had said that you couldn’t start any fights, but he never said anything about finishing them.

“Jesus? Get hit by the L? You know you’re supposed to stand behind the yellow line right?” a voice quipped, and you turned to find the eldest Gallagher boy sitting on his front steps, a cigarette dangling between his lips.

“Reckon I’m still better lookin’ than you, Lip.”

The boy scoffed, before dropping the cigarette and snuffing it out with his boot. “C’mon,” he said, rising to his feet and jerking his head toward the house. “I’ll help ya get cleaned up.”

You waved him off, “It’s fine. I’ll ask V for help.”

“She’s not home. Neither is Kev. Alibi.”

“Shit.”

He shrugged. “So, you comin’ or not?”

“Fiona or Ian home?”

“Nah. Work.”

“Debbie? Carl? Liam? Fuck, Frank?”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ nanny? No. I’m the only one here. Why? You afraid of me or something?”

“Pffft, no…”

Lip smirked. “Oh, I get it. Alright. Did Kev tell you to stay away from me? That’s rich… What did he say? Like the reasons?”

“He said you’re too smart for your own good, and that you’ll use those smarts to get into every girl’s pants.”

The boy laughed. “Yeah, he’s probably right. But he’s gonna be mad either way. You might as well be cleaned up when he flips his shit.”

You blew out your next breath in a huff before crossing into the yard, officially in Gallagher territory, and following Lip into the house.

“Just have a seat,” he said, nodding at the couch before jogging up the stairs.

You complied, whatever adrenaline you had finally fading your body, pain taking its place. You wondered briefly if you looked like how Lip had said you did; like you had been hit by a train. You definitely felt like you had.

You turned to the sound of Lip’s boots thundering back down the stairs, a first aid kit in his hands. His crystal blue eyes studied you carefully as he shook soft brown locks of hair out of his way. “You’re bruised pretty badly, but I don’t think any of your cuts need stitches so that’s good. And nothing looks broken. So, what happened?”

“Stupid girls,” you hissed through your teeth as he started dabbing at your face with an alcoholic wipe.

“Hold still. Sooner I’m done, the better.” One of his hands came up to cup your chin to keep you from flinching away, his hold surprisingly gentle. “Stupid girls did this? Like from school?”

“Yes, like from school.”

“Did you get them back?”

“Sort of. 5 to 1 makes it a little hard to do much besides get your ass kicked. But I finished it, if that’s what you’re asking. And they jumped me. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to walk into odds like that.”

“5 to 1? Shit… so this was Leah, and her stupid fuckin’ friends?”

“That would be them.”

“Which means it’s Tyler’s fault. And Kev warned you about me? Damn…”

“Tyler’s a piece of shit who’d flirt with a rock if it’d flirt back.”

“Pretty sure he has.”

You laughed, then winced, clutching your side. “Don’t make me laugh, asshole.”

“Let me see,” he said, his hands falling away from your face.

“What? No! Are you insane?”

“Oh, relax. I’m not even gonna see your bra, much less your tits. Now lift up your shirt or I’ll do it for you.”

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled, pulling up on your shirt, both of you sucking air through your teeth at the sight of a giant splotch of purplish blue.

“Don’t bite my head off, alright?” he asked, his fingers hovering over your exposed skin.

You squinched your eyes shut, breathing harshly. “Do it.”

His fingers grazed across your ribs, again with a gentleness that took you by surprise. “Probably just badly bruised. That, or you have a really high pain tolerance. Or you’re a really good liar.”

“All of the above,” you grinned sarcastically, dropping your shirt.

“Well, not a whole lot for you to do besides rest.”

At the mention of rest, you became aware of just how tired you were. “Yeah. Rest. Sounds good. Thanks, Dr. Lip.”

“Anytime. C’mon, I’ll help you upstairs.”

“Excuse me?”

“What? You need to rest. And I’ve slept on this couch. It’s not exactly comfortable. You can use my bed upstairs.”

“Or I could go next door. To my bed.”

“Where Kev will find you all bloody and bruised? Nah. Plus, it’s too far.”

“Stubborn fuckin’ Gallaghers…”

“Hey, this stubborn fuckin’ Gallagher just played doctor, and offered you his bed.”

“Where he can play more doctor? Pffft, yeah right. I’m fine here.”

Lip’s eyes rolled. “I promise to not sleep with you. There. Now, are you gonna move on your own? Or do I gotta carry you up there myself?”

“Fuckin, Christ…” With his help, you made your way up the stairs and into a room with a single bed pressed against one wall, a bunk bed perpendicular with it against another wall. “It’s not the top bunk, is it?”

“No, it’s that one,” he said, nodding at the singular bed.

“Well, thanks I guess. For everything.”

“You’d be surprised how often I do this,” he tried to joke as you got settled on the bed and he fiddled with something at the desk.

“Play doctor to all the banged up kids in the neighborhood, huh? Wow, way to make a girl feel special.”

He gave a short laugh. “Have Carl as a sibling, and nobody would ever need med school.” He dug into his pocket, pulling out a lighter. He brought whatever it was he’d been fiddling with- a blunt you now realized- to his lips, lighting it and taking a deep hit. “Here,” he breathed, passing it your way.

You took a hit, welcoming the hazy cloud the enveloped you, feeling the bed dip as Lip crawled in beside you. “I thought you weren’t gonna sleep with me,” you pointed out as you handed him back his blunt.

“Do you see me stripping?”

“No…”

“Exactly. I may have offered you my bed, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep on my fuckin’ floor. I’m nice, not a gentleman.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘asshole’ actually.”

“Nicest asshole you’ll ever meet.”

You took turns passing the blunt back and forth, your back pressed against his chest as you crammed together on the small bed. “Fuckin’ bitch,” you cursed Leah and her friends when you took a hit that left you sputtering, the coughs causing your sides to ache.

“I can fuck Tyler up if you want,” Lip offered. “And I can talk to Mandy about helping you with Leah. Like I personally won’t fight girls, so she’s my go to for that shit. Needed her help back when Debbie was getting bullied.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, cuz that’s what I need. More problems.”

“Well at least start walking with us then.”

“Aw, is Lip Gallagher offering to protect sweet little me?” you cooed.

“We look after our own,” he said as easily as if he was telling you the sky was blue. The bed creaked as he reached over you to turn off the lamp on the desk, before he settled behind you again.

You lay there wondering just what your brother had been thinking in telling you to avoid the boy. Sure, he had more charm and smarts than he knew what to do with. And he was a certifiable asshole. But he was a nice- and admittedly very cute- asshole. And you felt safe with Lip’s arm thrown gingerly across your waist, and his slow even breaths lulling you sleep.

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[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S5 E13 (Coyote Ugly)- 5 Things I loved/ 3 Things to consider

I loved a LOT of things about this episode, so I might have to cheat on my loved-it count. Indulge me, please. 

Things I loved

1. I loved that Tabitha totally belongs and fits in with these crazy OG Riverdale people.  Tabitha asks Betty, the crazy girl, to not “do anything crazy,” while doing crazy things with Betty, herself.   Why Tabitha does this, we don’t know yet, but she absolutely belongs with these people.  For fancy-school-educated beautiful Tabitha, with her neat puff sleeves and delicate frame, to go all in with Betty Cooper, fake FBI agent, trying to hunt down a serial killer is insanity.  To agree to open up her business premises and offer up her own body as bait for this known serial killer is insanity. To be aware that Betty has caught someone who was acting violent, but to go alone, and also unarmed and apparently without having told anyone, is insanity.  Tabitha is very, very interesting.  Oh and she drives the most amazing car.

2. “Reggie, You’re A Genius!!” and Veronica is not being even a little bit sarcastic.  Reggie Mantle’s air punches every time either he or Veronica close a sale really just cheered me up no end. He’s just so exuberant and physical.  He’s already stated that he is good with numbers and he has a lot of ideas and he’s finally, at Pearls & Posh, getting a chance to let those parts of himself bloom. I loved the beautiful jewel tones that Reggie and Veronica wear throughout the episode, and the way they become ever more color coordinated.  I just love the two of them teaming up and dismantling Hiram’s scam one brick at a time.

3. All the Cheryl things, basically, I loved them. 

-“Compulsion Thy Name is Kevin of Finland” is a line that had me hooting.    And the fact that Kevin, in the right clothes, totally has the body and jawline to be a Tom of Finland illustration is just icing on the cake. Cheryl has been keeping a very close eye on Kevin his whole life, honestly, like a dangerous sort of fairy godmother. Cheryl in a checked version of her little red riding hood outfit walking out of the misty blue forest!  What a beautiful shot. 

- I did not love Tabitha having to say,  “Hot Ladies, dancing on the bar, fully clothed, of course,” but I *did* love Fang’s groaning in response, just so put upon. I did this simultaneously with the character, so I appreciated that.  I did love the glorious amount of cleavage that Cheryl the minister and cheerleading coach insists on putting on display while IN a high school.  Her sartorial choices felt like a vengeful commentary on the mores of American television.  I would much prefer to see tits on my TV than blood & violence, so the fact that an entire severed leg, a ghost of Christmas past with bullet wounds, and a man getting his face smashed in by a furious fit young man armed with brass knuckles can be shown in full but hot ladies dancing on a bar must be fully clothed irritated me. 

So yes - I said a whole bunch of words to fancy up the statement that I loved seeing Cheryl’s cleavage.

Sidebar: Also why does it gotta be only ladies?  I think Fangs was fishing for an invitation.

- “I caught them (Moose & Fangs) having wine & cheese” - “Ew that is diabolical.” OK so when you’re in that mindset where you want to ‘win’ the break up but you’ve lost, this sort of hyperbolic reaction is exactly what you want from your female friends, and Cheryl doubles down with, “You did nothing wrong.”   Why has Kevin never declared best friendship with Cheryl? 

4. I loved that  the show gives me permission to do what I’ve been doing already, which is that I absolutely despise Uncle Fucking Frank.  That asshole, who claims to understand battle trauma and love dogs, brings home a traumatized dog which deserves to have stable people look after it and be aware of its issues, and doesn’t tell his housemates who aren’t even getting basic mental healthcare, one of which is a nephew he is mooching from for room & board, about the dog’s potential problems.  Absolute failure garbage human, and I am elated to have this affirmed.  Everything Frank does makes Archie so much worse, and Archie does not trust Frank fully either.  Loved this too.  Archie lies to Uncle Fucking Frank about ‘Bingo.’ He was a dog, he says, and then says that Eric does not like to talk about the dog so Frank won’t go mentioning him to Eric.

5. I loved the musical numbers, each for a different reason.

- Coyote Ugly Bar Top Dance:  These terrifying, formerly terrorized children of Riverdale thrill me and break my heart.  Everyone just tosses themselves at danger.   Cheryl, Veronica, and Betty are all women who’ve had the experience of being hunted, terrorized, gaslit, stalked, sexually assaulted, having to fight for their lives while under attack from a much bigger assailant, etc  - just *all* the bad things, really - but with the promise of a good time (lyrics actually say: How Can I Resist?) they will make themselves live bait for a serial killer. 

- Everything Is All Right from Jesus Christ Superstar. I love Kevin’s singing, always.  I also adored Penelope Blossom hating the musical interlude, she’s great.  This song is also meant to be ironic, in the show, from my memory, because in context things are NOT all right. Mary Magdalene was wrong.  They’re showing Kevin and Fangs making up, they’re showing Veronica and Reggie making a sale, Jughead was not in this episode at all, so this was quite arresting from a show perspective.  The song is disquieting, with minor key elements, and so it’s a little uneasy, you know?  Things are not all right, at all. 

3 Things to Consider

a) “This award is a painful reminder of all that I haven’t accomplished.”  Kevin breaks my heart but not in a campy tingly way.  The feeling that I’m supposed to be somewhere better than this, doing something more than this - it’s so painful and real. I’m you, Kevin.  “This can’t be my life, it just can’t be.”  This seems to be the theme of the post time-jump Riverdale, but it feels more visceral because of what’s happening in the real world on the date of airing (Fall of 2021).

b) Bingo being a person, not a dog, puts an entirely different and devastating cast over the dream-dialogue between Eric and Archie.  According to Archie’s subconscious, Eric is basically saying, “Leave the other man for dead, and save me and only me.”  In the football field dream,  Eric was transformed into Jughead, who just needed a little help, and had to be fireman-carried to touchdown.  Eric insisting that he be prioritized over the unfortunate Bingo goes some ways to explaining the bond between Eric and Archie as well. 

c) Archie Andrews is terrifying, and this adult Archie is fascinating and arresting to me. “I don’t want this scumbag arrested! I want him hurt” is the most honest thing Archie has ever said on the show.  And when he says, “I’m trying to save this town, but it’s so corrupt,  broken, full of awful, despicable people.  I think there’s nothing worth saving here,”  Archie is very reminiscent of the Dark Hood/ Hal Cooper, actually.  Archie scares the worthless Uncle Fucking Frank so much that U.F. Frank can’t even say, “Nobody asked you to save the world, Archie, just save yourself.”

[rax-writes]

Romeo & Juliet

Fandom:  Stranger Things Pairing:  Steve Harrington x Reader Warnings:  None Notes:  Shoutout to my dear friend @mxgyver​ for the inspiration ♥

You had been best friends with Steve Harrington since you’d arrived at Hawkins Elementary in the fifth grade. A kid named Kevin had been bullying him on the playground, and although Steve had been doing his best to ignore the asshole, you found yourself incapable of doing the same. Kevin had intentionally screwed up the science project you’d been working that morning, purely because he thought it’d be funny to torment the new kid, and in the moment, you were so upset that you said nothing. The anger set in after he’d already walked off, laughing to his buddies about what he’d done. So, seeing him bully another innocent person made your blood boil, and before you knew it, you were chucking the basketball in your hands as hard as you could at the back of Kevin’s head.

Kevin flew forward from the unexpected impact, landing flat on his chest on the cement, which knocked the wind out of him. Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked from Kevin to you, meanwhile the ball rolled back over to you, and you picked it up to tuck it under your arm. When Kevin sat up and spun around to locate the culprit, the agitation on his face turned to fear as he locked eyes with you. Apparently the sheer rage in your 11 year old eyes did the trick to let him know you meant business.

“Look, Kevin, I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. But I do know that you’re just some jerk who thinks it’s fun to be mean to people for no reason. You’re a bully. And one thing you’ll learn about me is that I don’t like bullies. So, you really ought to be nicer to your classmates, or you’ll have me to deal with.”

The boy hesitated a moment, before he realized his friends were watching him, obviously expecting him to retaliate. He stood, then crossed his arms as he sneered at you, “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”

Whack!

The basketball hit Kevin square in the nose as he stumbled backwards, hands covering his face as he cried out in pain.

“That. That’s what I’m going to do about it.”

“You’re crazy!” Kevin yelled over his shoulder, as he ran off, his friends close behind.

“Yeah, and don’t you dare tattle on me, or a bloody nose of yours will be the least of your concerns!” you hollered, watching them retreat to the other side of the playground.

“Thanks for that,” Steve piped up then, and his tone seemed to be a mix of gratitude and bewilderment.

Shrugging, you explained, “Honestly, I mostly did it because he ruined my science project this morning. But also because I do really hate bullies.”

“Whatever the reason, I appreciate it,” Steve said with a chuckle. “Well, you’re obviously pretty good with a basketball. Wanna play HORSE?”

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That was 7 years ago, and Steve had been your best friend ever since. All through the remainder of elementary, middle school, and high school, the two of you had been inseparable. The two of you had shared a ton of fun and crazy adventures, as well as some hard times, and you were there for each other through it all. He had shown up on your doorstep 20 minutes after you called and told him about your boyfriend cheating on you, with a tub of ice cream in one hand and a Disney movie VHS in the other. Similarly, you had been there for him about three months ago, when Nancy Wheeler broke his heart.

You’d have never admitted it, but as you got older, you slowly began to realize that you liked him as more than a friend.

For years, you had pushed those feelings to the back of your mind. It didn’t matter how much you liked him; keeping Steve as your best friend was your top priority. You wouldn’t risk losing that. But, on one fateful evening, you found that you could no longer ignore how in love with him you’d fallen.

Your teacher was making your class do a miniature version of Romeo and Juliet as a senior project. Everyone had voted you and Steve as the leads, because you had such good chemistry – despite the fact that you’d spent ages telling people that you were just friends. And of course, the teacher wanted to include the scene where Romeo and Juliet kiss. You and Steve had both tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn’t budge. So, that’s what led to your current situation: sitting in Steve’s living room on a Wednesday night, a short distance separating you on the couch, practicing your lines.

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,” Steve recited, then ran a hand over his face. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Hell if I know,” you muttered, sounding equally as confused as him, before continuing. “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take,” Steve said, then paused and cleared his throat. “And, uh… this is the part where they kiss.”

You could feel his eyes on you, but you kept your eyes glued to the script in your lap, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“Yep… so it is.”

“Do you… should we...?” Steve trailed off, then exhaled slowly, as if calming himself. “We could practice that part too… if you wanted?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he backpedaled immediately.

“Actually, that’s a bad idea. That would be so weird. I honestly don’t even know why I said that. Forget this ever happened,” he rambled, waving a hand in the air exasperatedly.

“I mean…” you began softly, still looking at him despite the fact that he was now staring at the floor. “Ms. Myer made it clear that she wants us to stay true to the script. So we might as well get it over with now, rather than in front of the whole class.”

Steve glanced at you, and the two of you shared a few moments of eye contact before he exhaled again.

“No, yeah, you’re right. We should totally get it over with now. After all, it’s just for the play, right?” Steve said, with feigned nonchalance, and you nodded.

“Exactly! So we should just kiss now, rather than kiss for the first time in front of the entire class. But it’s totally not weird at all, since it’s just for the play. Obviously doesn’t change the fact that we’re friends.”

“Best friends!” Steve agreed earnestly, then ran a hand through his hair as he took a deep breath. “Alright, so, take two…. Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.”

Your eyes had been on your script when you felt his gentle fingers tilt your chin up to look at him. The two of you stared into one another’s eyes for a few moments, before Steve leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

It was beyond everything you’d ever dreamed of – and you had definitely dreamed about it on more than one occasion. His lips were soft and sweet, and you instinctively leaned into him. But, far too soon for your liking, Steve pulled away, although only slightly. His face remained mere inches from yours, as he stared at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged,” he whispered, after a quick glance at the paper in his hands.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took,” you responded breathlessly.

“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged,” Steve responded, his voice still soft, before looking down at your lips. “Give me my sin again.”

You met his lips without hesitation as he bent down to kiss you once more, and his hand moved from your chin to cradle the back of your head, fingers burying themselves in your hair. Steve dropped the script to the floor, and moved his newly-freed hand to rest on your waist, as your own hands clutched the front of his shirt. The whole thing felt like a daydream, and in the moment, a white-knuckle grip on his shirt served as a way to ground yourself, a reminder that this was actually happening.

The kiss lasted far longer this time, his lips moving slowly and methodically against yours. After what felt like an eternity, you both broke the kiss to catch your breaths, and you realized then that your back was now against the couch and he was leaned over you, enveloping you in his embrace.

Steve rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily – both from how long the kiss had lasted, and from the adrenaline of the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Steve whispered, then leaned back to get a better look at you. You smiled warmly at him.

“Ditto.”

“Why didn’t you then?!” Steve asked, surprised as a grin formed on his lips.

“I could ask you the same thing!” you retorted, laughing.

“Fair enough,” he conceded, matching your laugh. As your laughter faded, he grew more serious, although he still wore a small smile. “Truth is, I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. At the time, I didn’t really have any close friends, so I just really wanted to be friends with you. Plus, I thought you were super cool, so I felt like you were out of my league,  ya know, romantically.”

“You thought I was cool?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Of course I did! You were the first person to ever stand up to Kevin Matthews, and you did it on your fourth day at our school!”

The two of you shared more laughter, before he added, “Obviously, now I know you’re actually a giant nerd, so the coolness has worn off.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Anytime,” Steve replied, then scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “So, I guess you kind of feel the same way then, huh?”

“I suppose,” you teased, and he smiled. “I didn’t fall for you when I first met you, though. I don’t know exactly when I did…. I think it was freshman year. I remember watching your first baseball game of the season, and thinking you looked really hot in the uniform, especially when you ran over to me in the bleachers, all excited after you’d hit a home run. You were a little sweaty and your hair was messy and god, you looked so good. Then, a week or two later, I watched you flirt with some girl, and I remember getting really mad about it but couldn’t understand why. It took me like three days to realize it was jealousy, and that I’d caught feelings for you. The feelings only got stronger over time, and eventually, I realized I was in love with you. But I was too scared of losing you as a friend to do anything about it.”

“The toughest girl I know, scared of losing me?” Steve quipped, placing his hand on his chest and giving you an exaggeratedly shocked look. You rolled your eyes.

“Only because I love you, smartass.”

Steve grinned brightly, then resumed his previous position, looming over you on the couch as his arm wrapped around your shoulders and the other rested on your waist once again. His lips hovered over yours before he said, “I love you, too,” and kissed you.

The two of you spent the rest of the night just like that: making out on the couch, making up for lost time, the play now long forgotten.

[simonsrosebud]

Dalton + the foxes spring break trip

this was one of the first prompts sent for kalton and i’m SO SORRY that it took me this long, anon!! almost a month, now!!  okay that’s not really that long but still, i kept saying i’d have it and NOW I FINALLY DO!!!  (and she long too)

dalton’s sitting in the lounge while kevin gets his spring physical when allison comes through the room.  she backtracks when she sees him, and sits on the arm of his chair.

“getting excited for spring break?”  she shrugs her one shoulder at him.

dalton shrugs.  it might be nice seeing the girls.  “sure, might go home for the week.”

allison frowns.  she leans away from him and grabs his shoulder.  “you’re not coming to florida with us?”  and looks the other way when kevin comes out of abby’s room.  “did you not invite dalton to florida?”

kevin stops.  fuck.  “i was going to.”

dalton starts to smile.  “he definitely wasn’t.”

allison looks between the two of them and stands.  “okay, well, if this causes drama please call me over?  i’d hate to miss it.”  she sends a wink dalton’s way and heads into abby’s room for her spring physical.

dalton stands and grabs kevin’s hand to lead him back out to the car.  “i don’t care that if you don’t invite me, kev.  me hanging with your friends makes you nervous, but keep in mind that andrew approves of me?  remember the date to the zoo?  i know he’s who you’re actually worried about.”

kevin knows this.  god, he knows.  he remembers their double date to the zoo with andrew and neil- as awful as it was because animals make him nervous.  but it was obvious that andrew approved after he talked to dalton after the winter banquet, and neither were harmed or fazed.

kevin’s still trying to get the scoop on  that.

but he still can’t promise the foxes will behave, and a week with them without a way to get out?  scary.  it’s not like they’d be able to just go to dalton’s.

plus, the night they got him wasted and spilled some of kevin’s secrets still haunts him.

“i’ll think about it.”

two days later, kevin stops by dalton’s classroom before they start.  “you can come, but i’m not letting you do shit just to please my friends.  they’re assholes and we both know it.”  that’s fair.  kevin lowers his voice.  ”if they cross a line and you don’t call them out on it then they’ll keep going, and you won’t be having sex for the rest of the month, and i find you won’t like it.  got it?”

dalton’s smiling.  kevin’s 100% serious, and dalton knows he won’t hesitate to hold up his bargain, but he doesn’t care.  it’s wickedly entertaining regardless.  “yes sir.”

kevin nods, and goes to leave.  halfway out of the room he turns.  dalton’s students always watch him like hawks, but he’s used to it by now.  “i’m serious, miller.”

the house is bigger than their first spring break house.  it’s beach front, and if they have neighbors within a mile then kevin surely can’t see them.

he and dalton get one of the two bedrooms on the top floor.  it’s them, and allison in the room beside them.

the first day they’re there, after everyone’s settled, the drinks immediately start flowing.  dalton starts to get more clingy, and at one point they disappear for two hours.

when they come back, changed and showered, dalton sits on the sofa tucked into kevin’s side.  allison points a drunken finger at dalton.  “i’d ask you why you left, but i could practically hear you guys fucking just going up the stairs!”  she sticks a finger to her mouth to fake gag.

kevin’s not one to talk about his sex life with this crew.  and dalton knows this, but kevin can see a snarky remark brewing in his head anyway, so kevin decides he can indulge his boyfriend this once.  “just because you’re not getting dick doesn’t mean i can’t.”

nicky chokes on his drink.  “no way is kevin a bottom!”

a few wads of cash silently get handed to neil while the group reacts to his comment.

matt turns to look at them.  “eh, i guess i can see it.”

“me too,” dalton says.

aaron gags.  “i’d rather die than continue this conversation.”

the next day is going well until lunchtime when kevin, nicky, andrew, aaron, and himself are in the kitchen.  dalton has offered to make the sandwiches for the beach so long as in exchange for not having to drag one of the coolers down onto the sand.

“okay but for real, how do you put up with kevin?  we lived with him, but i can’t imagine dating him.”

“the same way i couldn’t imagine dating you, but erik can.”

aaron steals a piece of cheese from the pack.  “i’d pay someone to kill me.”

“you guys realize he’s sitting right here?”  dalton glances to kevin sitting at a stool to the island.  he looks unbothered.

nicky shrugs.  “yeah, but he’s used to us teasing him.”

“cause he knows he’s an asshole.”

“does he get pissy when you try to talk about anything other than exy?”

“he was an uptight dick when he first stopped drinking.  how does it feel to date an alcoholic?  kevin, how does a vodka sound?”  andrew raises a brow.  dalton notices kevin stiffen just a bit.  that one stung a little.

dalton clenches his hand on the knife and stops what he’s doing to look at andrew.  “you remember our talk, andrew.”  andrew stops.  “don’t talk to him or me like that ever again.  i don’t cross your lines, don’t cross mine,” he says.  “yes or no?”

andrew is still for a solid minute.  dalton knows he respects him just enough to stop when he says no.  dalton has proved himself, and andrew knows he isn’t intimidated by him.  kevin doesn’t even have that from andrew yet.

plus, dalton learned pretty quick how to speak his language.

which is why dalton waits for the nod he knows will come.  “i’ll indulge.”  and leaves the kitchen.

when he does he looks to the other two.  “tease me all you want, i’ve got tough skin, but insult my boyfriend or my relationship to my face again and we’re going to have real problems.”  he continues making the last sandwich of the bunch, his own.  “after all, aaron, i’m sure you don’t like it when the foxes all question why on earth katelyn would a simple minded seemingly homophobic dick when there are plenty guys on the football team that would kill for a chance with a cheerleader.”  he shrugs and takes a bite of his sandwich.

nicky looked guilty before, but after that he tries holding in a shit eating grin as aaron storms away.  when neil comes in a moment later confused, he asks, “why’s he pissed?”

“dalton came at his neck.”

neil, a little alarmed, takes a step away from dalton.

“that means he called him the fuck out on his bs, neil.”

oh.

“for what?”

dalton doesn’t care to stay for the rest of it.  he’s finished making sandwiches, and kevin looks smug where he’s sat.

“do good enough to keep sex for the month?”  dalton whispers and kevin tries not to laugh.  instead he takes dalton’s hand and leads him to their bedroom.

the next incident comes from the water balloons that dalton had brought.  no one notices they’ve disappeared until andrew comes through the house with a straight face and a bucket full of them.

he stands on the balcony that afternoon, pelting whoever went out on the deck with balloons.  and when dalton comes out with a few of his own he throws them right back.

but then neil comes out with more of his own, and matt joins neil’s side with a water gun.

dalton’s face falls.  “oh- oh this was not supposed to happen.”

as the attack starts, he tries to get back inside, but kevin is standing on the other side of the sliding door with a cocky grin, waving at him.

and the door’s locked.

“kevin!”

kevin cocks his head.  “i can’t hear you, d!”

dalton gawks, but then gasps when a bucket of ice water is dropped over him.  he looks up at neil leaning over the deck railing and laughing his ass off.  it’s a good thing he considers neil a friend.

kevin opens the door.  “sorry, i think the door must have been locked.”

dalton glares, and chases kevin soaking wet through the house.  when he grabs him by the thighs he lifts and throws him over his shoulder. 

“put me down or i- dalton don’t you dare throw me in the pool!”  he shouts when dalton runs out the door again.  and kevin shouts and grips onto dalton’s shirt as he jumps into the pool with kevin over his shoulder.

when they come back up kevin gasps and latches onto dalton.

“kev, i can’t carry us both!”  dalton jokes, kicking his legs to stay afloat.

kevin tries not to show his panic for a second.  he can’t touch the bottom.  “oh my god.”  his arms tighten around dalton’s neck, “i never learned how to swim,” he whispers.

dalton swims to where kevin can hold on to the ledge.  they’re both in their clothes, kevin even has socks on.

“you can’t swim?”

kevin shrugs and pulls himself out to sit on the concrete.  he peels his socks off, then his shirt.  dalton takes his shirt off, but he’s wearing swim trunks so he stays in.

“we never had the luxury of going to a pool or beach, i’ve only been to the beach a few times since i’ve come to south carolina.  i never go deep enough that i can’t touch.”

dalton holds a hand over his forehead to block the sun from his view.  kevin kind of looks like a god, backlit like this.

or an angel.

anyway…

“do you want me to teach you?”

kevin scowls a little bit, more to himself.  “don’t need to give them another reason to come at me.”

dalton nods.  he gets it, the foxes are a tough crew and kevin doesn’t always tell them when they’ve hit a nerve.  he just gives a “fuck you” and insults them back instead of telling them that he doesn’t like when they do ______.

to each their own.

but that night, dalton tells kevin to put his swim trunks on and meet him outside.  he’s in the pool when kevin opens the door.  “you know it’s like three in the morning, right?”

“you were up anyway.”

“sure, but not to go swimming.”  kevin sits on the edge of the pool.

dalton swims to him.  “what will it take for you to let me teach you to swim?”

kevin rolls his eyes.  he’s not doing this right now.  “d, i don’t go swimming.  there’s no point, really.”

“what if you’re on a boat and it sinks?”

“life jacket.”

“and if there’s not enough?  remember what happened in titanic?”

kevin glares.  they sit in silence for a minute, and eventually kevin looks his way again.  “what do you want me to do?”  he mumbles.

dalton pushes away from the wall.  “just swim to me.”

kevin stands.  “that’s not really teaching- oh!”  andrew rams into kevin to shove him into the pool, and dalton can’t really say he expected that, but it doesn’t surprise him once he registers it.  he knew andrew was awake when he passed him earlier.

andrew walked into the living room with a book in his hands, and stopped when he’d seen dalton.  “go to bed.”

“i’m waiting for kevin.”

“no fucking on the sofa, i’m not leaving.”  he said, and plopped down on the loveseat.

dalton kind of stammered for a second, and stood when kevin texted him back omw.

“i’m, no, we’re just going in the pool.”

andrew already had his book propped open.  “he can’t swim.”

“i’m gonna try to teach him.”  he’d said, and that was the end of it.

kevin gasps when he comes up from underwater, and on instinct swims to the edge of the pool and pulls himself out.  he goes to yell at andrew, but he beats him to it.  standing there, dry, andrew wipes a single splash droplet from his bicep.  “you can swim.”  and leaves.

dalton is grinning when kevin turns back around.

“i-i didn’t, i was already at the edge.”

“you swam like five feet, kev.  i think you’re capable of swimming, you’re just scared.”

he is not scared.  of water, for christ sake.

when dalton convinces him to get in the pool again, it’s just shallow enough that kevin can stand on his tip toes if he needs.  dalton is waiting on the other end.  kevin feels like a child.  “this is stupid.”

“just do it, and we can go have sex.”  and kevin isn’t even in the mood, because he’s still annoyed at andrew, but he’s not a coward anymore, so he ducks underwater and swims to his boyfriend.  when he gets close enough, dalton grabs his hands and pulls him the rest of the way.

kevin is smiling, a little.

he feels accomplished.  dalton isn’t stupid.

“okay, i didn’t include andrew in that, i promise, but at least we know you do know how to swim.”

and kevin literally has his lips on dalton’s.  he doesn’t want to think about andrew.  “shut up, please.”  and kisses him.

the only people who really get more color from the beach kevin, nicky, dalton, matt, dan, and allison.

neil’s is a special case, because while he gets tan, it’s only his legs, face, and arms to which he gains a wicked farmers tan that everyone teases him about.  he doesn’t really care.  you can only tell if he lifts his short sleeves, and since he never goes shirtless or wears tank tops, he can hide it.

aaron gets sunburnt, but that doesn’t count.

nicky claims that aaron always gets burnt, and that he’s never seen so much as a single patch of red skin on andrew.  only that he gets a little tan, sometimes, in the summer.

andrew decides not to let him be proven right (even though he is) and conceals himself under an umbrella, so no one knows for sure.  his armbands stay on, of course, and no one else is allowed to use his shade but neil and renee.

dalton plays football on the beach with matt and goes boogie boarding with neil and dan at one point.  and one day he surprises the group by saying that they should go surfing.

“you know how to surf?”  kevin flips his sunglasses up to look at his boyfriend clearly.  “since when?”

“we used to go on vacation to florida a lot, my grandparents used to have a condo.”

“and you surfed?”

“i mean, i’m no expert.”

kevin doesn’t care.  he’s seen surfers in motion.  it’s hot.  he wants to see dalton out there straddling a surf board.

but no one else knows how to surf, and they don’t feel like learning.  “we could go horseback riding like last year?”  dan offers.

dalton notices neil grimace.  kevin groans into his arm.  “what?”  he mumbles.

“i don’t trust large animals.”  he lifts his head up and points a finger at him.  “don’t make a comment.  that’s a perfectly valid argument.  they’re not to be trusted.  imagine if that thing kicked you in the face with a metal hoof?”

“aw, alright, it’s okay baby kevin,”  he pets kevin’s head, and jumps up and squeals when kevin lunges.  he tries to run, but falls behind tripping in the sand.  kevin grabs him from behind and jumps onto his back. 

dan turns to the group really quick.  “we all like dalton, yes or no, show of hands?”  everyone but aaron and andrew raise their hands.

neil looks back at him.  “andrew likes him.”

“aaron’s just still pissy that dalton told him to knock off the bs a few days ago.  he’s a yes.”

dan nods.  matt wraps an arm around her shoulders.  “man, i know kevin’s a pain in the ass, but it’s always just been his paranoia and anxiety.  the dude’s a little more fucked up than some of us.”

“that’s not necessarily relevant,” aaron says.

“no, i mean.”  matt shrugs.  “dalton’s good for him.  i think he’s helped a lot with that stuff.  he’s a good support system for kevin.  and a happy kevin is like the happy wife happy life thing, no?”

“you got that right.  plus, dalton’s not bad to look at.”  aaron kicks nicky’s foot.  “i’m allowed to acknowledge when someone’s attractive.  don’t tell me you don’t look at megan fox and go hm, she’s not bad to look at.”  aaron rolls his eyes.

allison looks out to kevin and dalton in the ocean.  they’re standing at almost chest deep, and dalton has one arm draped over kevin’s shoulder, keeping him steady, and the other pushing kevin’s hair from his forehead.

“this week was really fun.”

“i probably would’ve been annoyed at them all week without you here.”  dalton raises his eyebrows.  “you ground me.”

that makes him smile.  “i’m glad.”

kevin kisses him, and he means for it to just be chaste, but he goes in again because he can’t help himself.  and because he can.

dalton starts to smile against his lips, and slides a hand to the back of his head, through his wet hair.  “love you.”

kevin hums.  “i love you,” he mumbles, and when he pulls away he wraps himself around dalton in the water and drops his head on his shoulder.  thank god he invited him.

[apocalypseornaw]

Always be Yours- 12

Word Count: 6,134

Story Summary: follows Dean and the Reader through season 9 into season 10

Chapter Summary: Kevin makes his ghostly presence known and that leads to a rescue mission. You finally get tired of the boys not talking.

Warnings: the usual. Blood, fighting, cursing, talk of sex

You stepped out the shower and dried off then dressed before going in search of Dean and Sam. The phistaco case had a couple close calls and you were all a little spent but it was nice to be working together again, it was nice to be home in the bunker but the animosity between the two of them was chokingly strong and you couldn’t fix it. No matter how much you wanted to, you knew they had to get there.

You stepped out into the hall and headed to your shared room with Dean first but when it was empty you headed to the kitchen. You were about to step around the corner when you heard Sam say “Just once be honest with me, you didn’t save me for me. You did it for you” you stopped and knew you should just walk back to the room and wait for Dean but that little voice inside your head said to listen so you leaned back against the wall. Dean’s voice broke through the silence “What are you talkin about?” you could hear it in his voice, the guilt and the pain. No matter how much you cared about Sam you hated to hear Dean sound like that. 

“I was ready to die. I should have died, but you..you didn’t want to be alone. And that’s what this all boils down to. You can’t stand the thought of being alone..I’ll give you this much..you’re willing to do the sacrificing as long as you’re not the one being hurt” in all the time you’d known him you’d never really gotten pissed off at Sam. Yeah when he was hooked on demon blood he was a problem but you knew a lot of that had simply been the addiction. Then when he was soulless he was a douche but now he was just saying things to hurt. You started to let your presence known until Dean said “All right you want me to be honest?” you knew whatever was about to go down between them had to so you remained unseen and silent as Dean continued “If the situation was reversed and I was dying, you’d do the same thing.”

Your stomach fell when Sam said “No Dean, I wouldn’t. Same circumstances I wouldn’t” Dean didn’t say anything so Sam sighed “I’m gonna get to bed” fuck you were about to get caught eavesdropping. Your room that still held most of your weaponry was closest so you ducked into it and waited until you heard Sam walk by and his door close before stepping out. You glanced towards his room and saw the small amount of light from his tv so you walked slowly towards the kitchen.

You stepped around the corner and Dean glanced up from where he was sitting at the table “Hey baby” you breathed and he nodded “Hey sweetheart. Did you hear any of that?” you started to lie, you really did but you couldn’t not in that moment. “Yeah but Dean I think he’s just still hurt” you tried and he shook his head “Come here” you walked over and climbed into his lap letting him pull you against his chest “Maybe he’s right and not just about him. Even Crowley called me out on the fact that I’m putting a target on your back for Abaddon but I still don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to be alone. I can’t stand the thought of losing you or Sam”

You tried to pull back to look up at him but he held you in place so you simply kissed his neck since that was the only thing you could reach “You’re not going to lose me Dean. For what it matters I don’t think you’ll lose Sam either it’s just going to take time. Now that we’re all back here I’ll try talking to him about it more so maybe I can get through to him, make him see?” He kissed the top of your head with a sigh “Can we go to bed? I’d much rather feel you next to me than think about this any more”

You nodded “I like that plan actually” he let you climb out of his lap then took the hand you held out. When he stood he pulled you against him for a kiss. It started innocently enough but when you felt his hands curve across your ass you smiled into the kiss “I thought you wanted to go to sleep” he pulled back and shrugged “I said go to bed not what we can do once we get to bed” you shook your head with a laugh and grabbed his hand “Well what are we waiting for in that case?” 

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You laid there a few hours later your bare body pressed against Dean’s as his fingers trailed along your spine. You knew he was watching you without turning over to look at him. You’d find him doing that even more often than before. “You’re not weak for not wanting to be alone” you whispered into the dark and his fingers stopped their rhythmic motions “What?” he questioned so you turned over pulling the sheet up around your breasts to keep some sense of modesty while you spoke because if given the chance Dean would take the distraction.

“Everyone’s lonely in this life Dean, even people who aren’t as complicated as we are. I think sometimes the point in life is finding your person or people that chase the lonely away and hold tight to them with everything you have. It takes more strength to fight for those you love than to walk away” he half smiled then tugged you over on top of him so you were effectively straddling his bare waist “How the hell can you be this amazing and want someone like me?”

You lightly grazed your nails across his chest smiling when he closed his eyes and swallowed hard at the action “Whatever happens with the mark and with Abaddon, I’m yours Dean” he opened his eyes and god it felt like he was looking into your soul itself when he said “And I’ll always be yours but if she targets you..” you cut him off by catching his lips in a gentle kiss “Then I’ll fight the bitch with everything I’ve got” you started kissing down his jaw causing him to roll his hips up into yours and you groaned when you felt how hard he was again. “Now who’s using sex to sidestep an argument?” he teased with a laugh that turned into a sigh of your name when you started kissing across his chest. “Are you asking me to stop?” you questioned glancing up at him. He licked his lips before shaking his head profusely “Hell no” you grinned and let the sheet fall away.

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You were half asleep around three the following morning when you got a sudden chill. You sat up and glanced around. When you reached to turn the bedside lamp on you could see your breath and heard what sounded like whispering from the hallway. “Um Dean?” he sat up and his eyes flew to the flickering lamp. “Shit”

You quickly climbed out of bed pulling pants on under the shirt you slept in before grabbing one of the sawed off shotguns from Dean’s stack of weapons. You chunked it to him then grabbed the other one.

You stepped out into the hall and motioned towards the garage so he took the other direction. You slowly crept around each corner checking the noises and mentally cursing the flickering electricity. When you got to the garage you flicked the lights on for the lower level and stepped inside. You went over the lower and upper level to no avail except for the lights flickering off and on. When you walked by your jeep the radio came to life but the moment you touched the door handle it shut off.

You decided to head back towards the library when you heard Dean call out for Sam followed by Sam calling out for Dean so you picked up your pace, still carefully checking every corner you went around. You slid around the corner in the map room in enough time to see Dean blast the spirit before it hit Sam. “Well” you spoke getting both of their attention on you before Dean nodded “Yup,bunker’s haunted”

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You walked into the kitchen as Dean was questioning “How is this possible? This is supposed to be the safest place on the planet” “Nothing could’ve got in” you replied, taking the cup of coffee he offered you before walking over to the table to start helping Sam make more salt rounds. Sam nodded in agreement with you “Like Y/N said, the bunker is warded and sigiled from top to bottom. There’s no way something came in from the outside” “Ok, so whoever’s haunting us died here” Dean reasoned you were concentrating on filling the shell in front of you and only half involved in their conversation “What, dead man of letters?” Sam asked.

“Doesn’t track. We’re the first people to occupy this place in fifty years. Why would a ghost wait so long to get it’s spook on?” Dean argued so you glanced up and offered “Must have been a more recent death” “No” Dean said shaking his head. 

“How can you be so sure?” Sam asked and Dean pointed at you “Me and Y/N burnt his body ourselves” he looked towards you “Sweetheart it can’t be him” “Dean we’ve cremated people and they’ve still managed to haunt. What if he’s tied to something of his that’s still here?” Dean sighed “Baby, I’m telling you this ghost. It’s not Kevin” time the name left Dean’s mouth the coffee maker started beeping like a prize had just been won on a game show. “Kev?” you asked and one of the coffee cups exploded.

“I think it’s a better possibility than you thought Dean” Sam stated motioning at the mess before he glanced over his shoulder at you. “Call his name again” “Kev?” you spoke lightly standing up as you walked towards the coffee maker and it started beeping again. “What do we do?” you asked looking at Dean who looked just as lost as you felt.

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You decided to go back to the garage since your radio had acted up to try to see if Kevin may feel chatty there. You were also giving Sam and Dean a chance to talk in hopes that maybe they actually would.

You walked into the darkened garage and slowly walked up to your jeep. You touched the handle and was hoping the radio would do something but nothing happened. You sat there for the better part of a half hour trying. You finally took a deep breath before saying “Kev, I don’t know if you can hear me but I am so sorry. God that falls so flat but I am. Me and Dean we let that angel in not knowing much about him to save Sam. We kept the truth from you, from Sam and from Cas. I should’ve helped to protect you. I should’ve stayed at your side that day. I should’ve done something. Now you’re gone, Cas is fighting other angels..Sam and Dean..they barely talk. Everything’s gotten so fucked up and I have no clue what to do. I should’ve saved you. We should’ve done more. You didn’t choose this life like we did. You were a kid and you lost everything but still chose to help fight in whatever way you could. You were the one who deserved to make it out of this alive more than any of us” you slowly climbed out the jeep then headed back down to the lower level.

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Once you were back in the main part of the bunker you headed towards the kitchen and found Dean alone which wasn’t really a surprise. You froze at the door when you heard him say “It was my fault. There’s nothing I can do to make it right and I am so sorry” you stepped around the corner as the lights started to flicker. Dean had his hand covering his eyes and didn’t see you or the lights. Before you could say anything Sam ran into the room behind you “Did you see that?” Dean looked from you to Sam so you said “Yeah..the lights”

You spun around when you heard Kevin’s voice “No, this is not happening. I did not spend months struggling to break through the veil just to get stuck listening to Dean Winchester having a self pity session” your eyes widened when he became visible. You cut your eyes at the boys and both of their attention was on Kevin as well. “Didn’t hear enough of those when I was alive and now Y/N is starting in on them too” “Kevin?” Dean called out and Kevin’s eyes flew up to look at the three of you “You can see me?”

Kevin’s form started flickering so Sam cautioned “Take it easy. You may not hold this form for long ok? It takes a while” “Then we should talk fast” Kevin reasoned but Dean interrupted “Wait..wait why aren’t you in heaven? If anybody deserves a pass to paradise..” but Kevin cut him off “I couldn’t. I can’t” his form flickered but his voice stayed strong as he continued “No one can. Heaven’s closed for business”  his form flickered back in “Everyone’s died since the angels fell are just stuck inside the veil, waiting”

You swallowed hard at that thought. What had Metatron done? “How bad?” you asked quietly and Kevin replied “DMV line times infinity bad” “What can we do?” you questioned trying to think of any way to help not only Kevin but all the trapped souls. “I need a favor, a big one”

“Name it” Sam replied and Kevin looked towards Dean as he said “Find my mother” “Crowley only told you she was alive to mess with you” Dean cautioned but you were guessing Kevin had found something out important enough to give him the juice to cross back over and that feeling was confirmed when he said “I’m not going off his word.I have my own sources. It’s crowded in the veil. All of us are stuck near the sites of our deaths but I’ve been able to pass messages spirit to spirit. I made contact with another new arrival. She said she saw my mom just a week ago, alive”

You cut your eyes at Dean as he said “So this spirit that you’re playing ghost telephone with,I mean what do you even know about her?” “Her name’s Candy. Says she’s in a forest in Wichita” “Candy?” Dean questioned and Sam added “That’s all you got?”

Kevin looked towards you as he spoke “Long distance communication within the veil..it’s not ideal. That’s why I need you to go there,summon her. See what else she knows. You and Dean both say you want to make it right? This is how” his form flickered again so you spoke before he could disappear “Of course we’ll do it Kev”

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“Well there’s the trestle” you announced pointing up ahead of you, Dean and Sam. Sam nodded “Candy said her spirit was stuck nearby” “She died here?” Dean asked and you shrugged “Yeah, I guess so” “What the hell got her? A bear?” he added and you tried not to laugh when Sam said “I’m still stuck on the fact that we’re trying to summon a ghost named Candy”

You shook your head “Both of you stop with the half jokes!” Dean winked at you and Sam shot you a small smirk. You were helping Dean unload his bag when Sam said “You know just because Kevin heard his mom is alive..” “We owe it to the kid to try” you and Dean both spoke then stared at each other for a second before going back to setting everything up.

“What’d you two bring anyways?” Sam asked so Dean replied “She’s only been dead a week so we figured she could use as much help as she could get so..” Sam turned around about the time Dean was pulling the coffee maker out the bag and you were hanging a radio on a tree. “Really?” Sam asked and Dean shrugged “Whatever works”

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The three of you had been sitting for hours with no contact from Candy. It was overcast and raining.You were getting cold and Dean was getting a little grumpy. “You feel that? I think I felt a chill” Sam said and Dean scoffed “Yeah that’s cause it’s cold” you shivered despite yourself and Sam scooted a little closer to you so you smiled and leaned against his shoulder while Dean pulled his phone out. You weren’t sure who he was calling until he said “Crowley? It’s Dean. Call me when you get this”

“Really Dean?” you cut your eyes up at Sam when he spoke and Dean turned to look at the two of you “What?” Sam motioned to Dean’s phone “That’s your third unanswered voicemail. Ever think he’s just not that into you” “Well he is our last confirmed link to Ms Tran. Yes he is a flaming douche but at least we know he’s real which is more than we can say for this Candy no show” Dean reasoned finishing off his beer before reaching into his jacket pocket and holding out a pair of his thick gloves to you. “Thank you” you smiled, slipping them onto your hands. Dean nodded “Figured you’d get cold and you forgot to bring your own gloves”

The radio you’d hung up in the tree glowered to life. Sam and Dean both rose to walk towards it so you followed hoping it was Candy so you could actually find Ms Tran for Kevin.

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Candy recounted that she along with Ms Tran and a few others were trapped in boxes. From the description she gave it was storage units they were trapped in. She described her captors and one of them was clearly Crowley. When Crowley stopped coming leaving her with the other man she figured it upped her chances of escape but he caught up with her at the trestle.

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With no other option the three of you decided to check the nearest storage facilities out after changing into your fed suits. You sat in the backseat of baby listening while Sam said “There are three storage facilities nearby. The closest one is a mile up the road. Oh and I dug up some stuff on Candy” you leaned up across the seat as he continued “turns out she was the kept woman of a powerful congressman. Gossip blog said he worshipped the ground she walked on,literally. He uh..foot fetish” well you weren’t one to judge but a foot fetish? To each their own.

Dean nodded “So Crowley was holding the beloved tootsies of a powerful politician” “And the beloved mother of a powerful prophet” you added with a shrug “Human leverage is a bitch”

“Why kill Candy though?” Dean pondered and Sam shrugged “She made a break for it. Maybe Crowley wanted to make an example?” “Or the guy left in charge couldn’t handle his shit. Crowley wanted them alive. Kill em you lose your leverage” you chimed in and Dean nodded in agreement.

“Crowley’s still the one that put them in the cells in the first place” Sam reminded and you nodded “Yeah I know Sam. I don’t like that little gremlin either but we got to talk this shit out to work the case” “Being businesslike” Dean added and you could tell you’d missed something from the look they shared but ignored it.

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Dean held the door leading into the office of the storage facility open for you so you stepped inside then Sam grabbed the door so he could walk. “Let me guess, five foot five, pasty white .Black rimmed hipster glasses just like the last place” so far none of the other facilities had paid off.

You shook your head then hit the bell sitting on top of the desk. Movement in the office caught your eye and Dean smirked at you and Sam when the guy stood up “Nailed it” you cut your eyes at him and he winked at you as the guy walked around the corner “Can I help you?” You pulled your badge out as Dean did the introduction of “Agents Nicks, McVie and Monroe. We need to take a look at your rental records” the guy stammered “Uh my manager’s not here. I really don’t think I should” You cut him off by saying “Get the records!” he stared at you for a second then nodded “Yes ma’am” then called over his shoulder “Barry! Bring out the rental binder!”

Barry of course fit the bill of being 5’5, pasty white with black rimmed hipster glasses. You saw Sam and Dean share a smirk. Sam walked over to look at the dry erase board on the wall so when “Del” sat the binder down in front of you with a smile and said “There you are ma’am” You opened it and Dean looked over your shoulder while you flipped the pages 

Sam noticed something on the board because he called you and Dean over so you handed the binder to Dean before both of you walked towards him. He pointed up the board “Check it out. Corridor Q. Three adjacent units separate from the others. I mean Candy said there were three hostages, right?” “Yeah” you nodded and reached for the binder in Dean’s hands flipping it to the Q section while he held it. He read over your shoulder once you got it to the right page “Says it’s all leased by the same guy a D. Webster” “Wait, as in like Daniel Webster?” Sam questioned and Dean rolled his eyes “Well I know a lame Crowley in joke when I see one”

Good ol Del was eavesdropping from the counter and asked “Did you guys say D Webster?” “Yeah. You seen him?” you asked walking back across the floor and feeling both Sam and Dean follow your movements. Del seemed to get a little nervous “No I just uh I know his name from the records. He’s leasing another unit on the other side of the facility” he realized all three of you were waiting for him to say what unit so he added “ I could show you?” Dean smiled “Yeah, that’d be great” Del grabbed the keys so Dean turned to look at you “Go with Sam and check out corridor Q. I’ll go with Del the funky homosapien” “Have fun” you whispered and he tilted his head with a smirk before walking out.

Sam looked back at you “Q it is?” you nodded and waved a hand towards the door “Lead the way Samuel”

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You followed Sam through the hall leading into the corridor. You wanted to ask him about the issues between him and Dean but knew mid case was not the time. When you got to the first unit he nodded towards the key slot “You got this or want me to do it?” you rolled your eyes at him then pulled his kit out his jacket pocket “Sit back and watch a pro Sammy” within a few seconds you were pulling the door up.

You ducked down and gasped when you saw a very alive Ms Tran. “Ms Tran!” Sam whispered because she was already cowering down in a protective stance. “Hey hey hey! It’s us! It’s Y/N and Sam” you spoke softly both of you squatting down next to her. When she met your eyes you felt an overwhelming guilt at not only the fact that you would have to tell her Kevin was dead but god if you and Dean would’ve believed Kevin maybe you could’ve reunited them before he died.

You were studying her wrist and ankle restraints to see how to pick the lock when the door suddenly shut back. “Son of a bitch” you muttered and Sam ran over to it. “Sam? Please tell me it just fell?” you asked but he shook his head after trying it “No. We’re stuck” you leaned back on your heels then spotted the camera “They saw us the moment we walked in” Sam followed your line of sight and cursed “And Dean’s alone”

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You were not panicking. Nope not in the least. Or that’s what you were telling yourself while you and Sam worked to get Ms Tran free. You checked her wrists and ankles for any open wounds before she told Sam “There’s an electrical wire, leads to the control panel” you followed him across the room to the panel and held the flashlight for him. He popped open the panel then glanced back at you “This may take a while” Ms Tran took the multi-tool out of his hand and waved him back.  

“We have to unplug the ground wire first. If this is standard U.S. color coding, it should be the green one” “Ok” you nodded watching her as she started working and explained “Helping Kevin with his engineering-club assignments, I picked up a thing or two. I’m sure he insisted but I trust neither of you were foolish enough to bring Kevin along on this mission. That you left him in a safe place?” Sam glanced at you before answering “Of course”

She nodded “Good. Now all we have to do is get this door open,get the hell out of here and you will bring me to my son” You cut your eyes at Sam and nodded. He was feeling the same guilt you were. He covered Ms Tran’s hand with his “Listen. Ms Tran..” she looked up at him then looked at you and fuck you felt your heart break for her when she realized. She only let that tough exterior slip for a moment then you saw when she steadied herself and repeated “You will take me to my son” “Yes ma’am” you replied so she nodded and went back to work.

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The moment she got the door open you nodded to Sam “Go! Get to Dean. I’ve got her” he nodded then ran off so you nodded to Ms Tran. You and her walked to the other side of the facility. You were waiting for an all clear text from Sam and when it came you breathed a sigh of relief. “Ok. You’re up”

You walked into the unit they were in and Del the demon scoffed at Dean “Your little whore of a hunter?” you glared at him then smiled “Nope. Someone so much more scarier than I am” then Ms Tran walked in behind you and Sam handed her the demon blade. “Do the honors Ms Tran” Dean told her so she took the blade and said “With pleasure” then plunged the blade into Del’s heart. After he fell dead she handed the blade back to Dean then said “Take me to my son” and walked back out of the unit.

You noticed not only the blood near Dean's eye but on his neck as well. You reached out to cup the side of his face “Are you ok?” he nodded then turned to kiss your palm lightly “I’m fine sweetheart. Takes a lot more to hurt me”

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The ride back to the bunker you sat in the backseat with Ms Tran. You weren’t sure what to say to her so you remained silent unless she spoke to you. You’d gotten her fresh clothes, some decent food and had stopped long enough for her to get a little sleep. 

When Dean pulled up to the bunker he glanced back at you “Show her in. We’ll round him up” you nodded and watched him and Sam head inside before looking back to Ms Tran. “Ready to see him?” she smiled sadly “Please”

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You led her down the stairs but stopped in the map room to let her go first when you saw Kevin was visible in the library. You quietly stepped around them to follow Dean and Sam into the kitchen so they’d have a little privacy. 

You looked over your shoulder when you stepped into the room then looked back at the two of them “I can’t imagine” Dean nodded “It’s got to be hard” Sam remained silent but you saw the way he looked at Dean. Maybe he was starting to see Dean’s point too?

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After some consideration Ms Tran decided to go through Kevin’s things to find his father’s ring which both of them were sure was his tie.

You stood next to Dean while he explained the risks of taking Kevin home. You could feel tears threatening to spill from your own eyes when she said “He’s my son.It’s my job to keep him safe for as long as I can” 

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While Kevin said a goodbye to Sam and Dean you stood with Ms Tran on the stairs. “If you need anything or have any questions..my phone is always on. I am so sorry we failed him” She gently touched your hand and when you finally met her eyes she said “He wouldn’t have lived that long without all of you. You were his family too, just promise me who is responsible will die for it” “I promise you” 

You walked over to stand next to Dean and Kevin smiled at you before looking at the boys “Hey, before I go. Will you two promise me something?” you were curious but remained silent as they said “Yeah” “Anything” Kevin’s eyes flickered to you again before he said “Can you two..get over it?” they looked confused so he explained “Dudes just cause you couldn’t see me doesn’t mean I couldn’t see you. The drama, the fighting..it’s stupid” you saw Dean glance towards Sam and swallowed hard as Kevin added “My mom’s taking home a ghost. You two you’re both still here” Sam was the first to speak “Of course. Promise” “Yeah” Dean agreed.

Kevin nodded “Good..and Y/N if you ever need a break from them” You half laughed “I’ll come visit. Bye Kev” “Bye”

You felt Dean’s hand come out to grasp yours as you watched Kevin and Ms Tran go up the stairs then out the door. “Well that was..” Dean started but cut himself off when he realized Sam had already walked out the room. “I’m tired of this” you muttered and moved to follow Sam but Dean stopped you by pulling you back to him “Y/N just don’t” you shook your head and pulled away from  “No. Now I’ve waited and waited for the two of you to figure this out. I haven’t wanted to get in between my best friend and my boyfriend but if the two of you really expect me to continue living here, hunting with you two then you need to get on the same page” 

He knew you well enough to know when you were past the point of arguing with. When your mind was set on something it was best just to let you go. He threw up his hands and said “Go for it then. I’ll be in our room” You stepped back to him and left a quick kiss on his lips before turning to follow Sam down the hall.

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You stopped for a second before knocking on Sam’s door. When he didn’t answer the first time you tried again using the knock the two of you used to use at Bobby’s as kids. “I’m coming” he called out before opening the door a few seconds later.

“So you weren’t asleep just purposely avoiding Dean yet again” You accused the moment he opened the door. He sighed and leaned his arm over on the doorframe “Did you just come to yell at me” You were already pushing past him into his room as you said “No, I came to talk and this is once you are going to willingly listen to me” He much like Dean didn’t try to argue instead he simply walked into the room and sat down at the small table. Once he was seated he waved a hand as if to say “Go ahead”

You took a breath then said “Why aren’t you mad at me?” “We already talked about that..” he started but you cut him off. “Shut up! I normally don’t talk so damn harsh to you and Dean but fuck John stunted the shit out of your emotional growth. I’m lucky I had Lena and Bobby for most of my life” you stared at him waiting for him to interrupt again so when he didn’t you continued your rant “I was there at the hospital Sam. I got there right after they approached Dean about donating your organs. Do you know how that felt just to me? To hear they had no hope for my best friend? To see you like that? So broken and hurt in that bad? It tore my heart out. Gadreel passed himself off as Ezekiel, an angel mind you Cas knew and therefore vouched for. We had the choice to let him possess you and save your life or to let you die. Dean asked me before he said yes..did he tell you that?”

“No” Sam replied barely above a whisper.

You let out a harsh laugh “That doesn’t surprise me. That man has a habit of taking on the weight of the world just to keep those around him from having to. Sam he asked me. The moment Gadreel offered the deal Dean looked to me and you know what? I nodded. I agreed. I not only agreed to let him possess you but I agreed to lie. I came here to help cover up that lie and I did many times. Whether you or Dean want to see it I am just as responsible as either of you are yet neither of you have shown the least amount of animosity towards me. I’ve told Dean and now I’m telling you. If you and him want me here and hunting with you two I need you and him to try to get on the same page. We both love you Sam even if he can’t always put the words right. We did what we did because neither of us could let you go. If you’re going to continue hating him, hate me too” you turned to walk out but stopped with your hand on the doorknob to add “Kev’s right, both of you are still here..right now. How would either of you feel if something happened on the next hunt and one of you died? Would you want to leave it like this?” 

You opened the door to step into the hall but felt Sam’s hand grab your shoulder “Y/N..Wait” you turned towards him with an expectant look “Yeah?” he sighed “You’re right” you smiled and said “Of course I am. I’m always right” he shook his head with a laugh “You and Dean are a perfect match you know that? I’ll talk to him in the morning...really talk” “All I ask..thank you Sam” you reached up to hug him then kissed his cheek “Goodnight” “Night Y/N”

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You heard his door shut behind you but you were feeling better than you had in weeks about the current predicament. You had to at least get them talking normally again and working through everything.

You opened the door to yours and Dean’s shared room and smiled at the sight before you. Dean had kicked his boots off but was laying across the bed with his headphones on and his arms crossed over his chest. Since his eyes were closed you shut the door easily then kicked your own boots off before walking over to the bed. You considered just changing for bed and crawling in next to him but instead you climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. His hands came to your hips even before a lazy smile slipped onto his face. 

When he opened his eyes you reached up to gently pull the headphones off of him and laid them on the side table. “Did you get through bitching at Sammy?” he asked so you shrugged “I really wouldn’t call it bitching but yeah” he nodded then raised an eyebrow “Am I next?” you laughed and rested your hands on his chest “No for the simple fact you had to listen to me about the situation the entire time we were on the road but I do have one request of you” “Which is?” he questioned so you moved one hand down to push up the right sleeve of his shirt. You didn’t miss the slight flinch when your fingertips grazed across the mark but you were betting on it being more so the fact of you touching it than actual pain “Stop trying to carry everything by yourself. Ok?” 

He stared into your eyes for a few moments then slowly nodded “I’ll try” “All I ask” you replied before leaning down to catch his lips in a gentle but lingering kiss. When you pulled away he smirked “Can clothes come off now?” you rolled your eyes then smiled “You’re such a sweet talker Dean”

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Aaron Goes Big Instead Of Home (And Poor Kevin Dies A Bit Inside)

This fic is also on AO3 if you prefer to read over there :) 

This was all Neils fault, 100% the little assholes fault. It was a simple bet, a very small one indeed. The fact that Neil even agreed to the bet, should have tipped Aaron off from the very start. But sadly, Aaron is nothing but a salty bitch when it comes to Neil, and the fact the bet involved his brother was even better. He could kill two, no actually tree birds with one tiny victory. Convince his brother that his relationship with Neil was nothing but loveless sex, prove Neil wrong whilst also getting to humiliate him. Win win win.

Teeny tiny flaw in his plan though. Neil won. Neil actually got Andrew to casually display relationship like PDA. With Andrew initiating. Holding hands, kisses goodbye, softly touching hips to get by each other, the whole shebang. Fuck. Damnit. Crap. He wasn’t suppose to readily showcase his emotions towards Neil, he was suppose to prove to both Aaron and himself that the relationship was a fad, and let it fizzle out like his and Katelyns. Okay, he might have been a little bit bitter, as well as the usual annoyance Neil brings out in him, when he made the bet. Whatever.

So here Aaron stood, almost exactly six months after the bet started, in Katelyn’s bathroom just looking at the offending clothes. Katelyn and him might have broken up, but they still consider each other their platonic soulmates. The sex kinda spelled that out for them, not really enjoyable for either of them. Katelyn found out she definitely was on the asexual spectrum, where sex was only enjoyable for her sometimes. When they first got together she had laid all the cards on the table, and told him her feelings about sex, and Aaron had been very understanding and patient with her. It took a long time for their relationship to turn physical, other than the casual kissing and hand holding, and in the two and a half years they had been together, actual sex had only happened a handful of times. And only one of those times had been somewhat satisfactory for both of them.

It was after the last time they had sex, one of the worse experiences for both of them, that Katelyn suggested they might be right for each other. Aaron had wanted to argue with her, wanted to be hurt she would say such a thing, but Aaron had been having the same thoughts for a while before. Because while Katelyn might be asexual, Aaron sure as fuck wasn’t. He got urges and fantasies, and whilst he understood Katelyn didn’t, he also knew it wasn’t her fault they weren’t clicking right sexually. So they mutually decided that they might be better of as best friends instead of partners, but weren’t ready to tell people. Katelyn wasn’t ready to come out, and Aaron would like to keep his pride and not be pitied.

(The sexual identity crisis that sprung forwards in Aaron when he actually realized that it was not only Katelyn that didn’t find pleasure in their sex life is not to be spoken about. Internalized homophobia and too much alcohol doesn’t mix, too many tears, understanding Nickys, and not nearly enough answers. Whatever, he has time to figure it out when the time is right.)

The uniforms material felt way too heavy in his hands, considering it was only a two piece, yet it was surprisingly soft. He guessed that’s what happens if you actually use fabric softener, but what was he suppose to know? He didn’t care enough about his clothes to spend the extra cash on that shit. Katelyn does though, or whoever she borrowed the clothes from did.

He shifted the fabric around his fingers and actively considered forfeiting his dare. However the mere thought of letting Neil win even more, made him visible recoil and slightly nauseas. Fuck that, a thousand times over. A simple knock on the door and a voice asking if he was okay in there, got him out of his staring contest with the outfit, and mumble something even he wasn’t sure what meant.

Taking a deep breath he finally shimmed out of his pants, and pulled the undergarment of the uniform on. A bit shorter than he was used to, but not too bad. Taking off his hoodie and replacing it with the top, made it all a bit much, and way too real. He’s gonna lose his dignity as well as his masculinity to this. The bright orange Vixens uniform sat tight against his chest, but flowed nicely the rest of the way down. Turning a bit this way and that, he got to study his whole body. His ass which normally was kinda flat, popped a bit with the skirt accentuating its shape flatteringly. His shoulder and biceps got the same treatment with the tanktop’s broad straps. So maybe not all masculinity is lost to this. Gathering a bit of his spite for Neil, and general courage, he finally unlocked the door. Finding his last fucks to give after a couple of more moments, he also opened the door. Luckily, it was only Katelyn waiting for him. She moved her head from her phone and smiled from her upside down position on the couch.

“You good?” She simply asked him. Kneading the fabric of the skirt, and pulling at it a bit he nodded.

“As good as I’m gonna get, wearing a skirt because of a stupid fucking bet. I’m so stupid.” Pulling  a bit more on the skirt, he looked around. “Where are the others? I just really wanna get this over and done with” Katelyn helpfully pointed downward, hopefully meaning Fox Towers third floor and not the parking lot. Sighing and looking at her with tense shoulders, a question all by it self, she only raised an eyebrow and gave him a look. Obviously not the parking lot, who did he think she was? A monster? Him lifting one of his now unclenched shoulders, no, but you do enjoy to slightly bullying me, so why not. Katelyn snorted and finally got up from the couch.

“I thought about it, not going to lie to you, but your face when I gave you the uniform made me reconsider. You looked like a kicked puppy, it was so sad.” Aaron grunted to make his displeasure know, but followed her to the front door. He only hesitated a bit going through, so little only people who really knew him would realize. Luckily, (or unluckily, depending on how you view it) Katelyn was one of those very few people, and she put an arm around his shoulders for comfort. Together they walked the short way to stairs and down the two flights from fifth to the third floor, thankfully without running into anyone. The hallway of the third floor also blessedly empty, gave Aaron a false sense of fortitude. Holding on to it, until it became as genuine as it’s gonna be, he looked up to Katelyn, “Which room?”

After a quick glance at her phone, she nodded towards the upperclassmen’s room. Great, so Neil roped the whole team together to witness this. Fucker. Shaking off the rest of his nerves, he shrugged off Katelyn’s arm and walked up to the door. Opening and stepping inside made his heart start pounding, but nothing happened. Literally nobody was even looking at him, or acknowledging his presence at all. All eyes seem to be on his twin, currently laying face down on the floor. “This is the worst day of my life” came muffled from the floor. Looking from face to face, Aaron finally made eye contact with someone. Sadly that someone was Neil.

Raising an eyebrow at him, Aaron silently dared him to comment. Unable to backdown, Neil did just that. “Okay Minyard, that’s a bit low, even for you” Nodding towards Aarons chest area whilst he said so, made Aaron look down at the v-neck. Sure it was a bit deep, considering his lack of boobs, but it wasn’t that bad. The v stopped at about the middle of his chest, pale blond hairs exposed to world for once. Bracing himself once again for all the attention that was bound to come his way, now that Neil had spoken to him, he took another step into the room, Katelyn right behind him. But still, all eyes except for Neils’ were on his twin as an unenthusiastic “fuck you” came from the floor. This time it was Neil that raised an eyebrow, want to make a game of this? Aaron nodded once, intrigued with this whole situation.

“Seriously A, isn’t this a bit over the top?” Neil gestured a bit with his hands, presumably meaning the Vixens uniform. Fair question, when the forfeit only specified a skirt. But Aaron kinda lived by go big or go home, and when he asked Katelyn if he could borrow a skirt, and the only thing she had he would be able to fit in was the uniform he said fuck it. To answer Neils question he nodded towards Katelyn, who gave a tiny wave. A look of understanding crossed his face when an answer came from the floor. “This is a perfectly reasonable reaction” This startled a laugh out of Nicky, and made Kevin look up from Andrew towards Neil. When he saw him looking nowhere near Andrew he followed Neils eyesight and caught sight of Aaron. His eyes widened and he stood stock still, but not a noise or word passed through him. Aaron didn’t get the time to analyze that particular reaction, as Neil once more spoke up.

“Right, sure. Kevin, what is your take on the situation? I mean, he only lost a bet, isn’t that a bit overly dramatic?” The mischievous grin he wore didn’t bore well for Aaron. He knew something Aaron didn’t, that fucker. When all Kevin seemed able of answering was a stuttery mess, the foxes finally shifted their attention away from Andrew, most likely to laugh at Kevins inability to talk. Yet, once they saw Kevins now slightly awed expression, and both his and Neils direction of sight, they subsequently came to look in Aarons direction.

What followed was probably the most awkward five seconds of Aarons life. It started as a stunned silence, which was broken by Kevin sadly saying “This is a very bad time to have an identity crisis.”, after that all hell seemed to break loose. Nicky and Allison were actively trying to get Kevin to elaborate on that, and close some bets for them. Matt and Dan were looking at each other, and then at Aaron seemingly trying to work out how best to approach the situation. The new foxes tried to gently blend into the background and disappear with no luck. Only Renee was brave enough to face him. “Hello Aaron, I like your outfit. Is this a new thing we might see more often?”

The innocent question floored Aaron for a bit, and shut the foxes up again. Sure he was still trying to figure out his sexuality, but his gender identity was never a question for him. But now that he was thinking about it, he didn’t actually mind wearing the skirt. Sure it wasn’t completely comfortable, but it was a sports uniform. His own was made of the same kinda fabric and had the same feel, so he was use to that. But if he found a more modest skirt in more comfortable fabric, he didn’t think he’d mind it all that much. I did make his ass pop. Really thinking about that fact made his brain momentarily shut down. Once rebooted he looked Renee in the eyes and answered

“I don’t, I don’t think so? I mean, I’m not sure? It might? Can I get back to you on that one?” Trying to be more open with foxes had been a thing he’s been working on as a new years resolution, but here two months later, it was still really hard. Admitting that hurt a little. Shifting his attention towards Neil again he suddenly realized something. “You didn’t tell them did you?”

“No, I didn’t actually think you would go through with it.” He shrugged his shoulders and smirked at Aaron

“Tell us what?” Came from floor. Andrew had finally decided to join the conversation, apparently. He had only turned his face from directly down, to towards Aaron at the door. He didn’t seem too judgmental, only a bit confused. Ever since Bee had finally convinced Andrew to try a new type of medication, to treat his bipolar disorder and depression, Andrew had become a whole new person. A much more readable person, but you still can’t be a 100% sure with him.

“I made a bet with Neil, and obviously lost. So my punishment was to go out of my comfort zone in the clothes department, considering and I quote; I bitch so much about his. I thought a skirt was the most out there for me. Why are you lying on floor?” Ah, the dreaded communication they needed to better. They were getting there, albeit slowly. Bee helped a lot.

“Andrew got cocky about his biceps, and Matt challenged it with an arm wrestle match. As you can probably guess, Andrew lost.” Dan cheerfully informed from beside Matt, who looked rightfully smug. This made Andrew turn downwards agin and groan sadly. “I benchpress more than any of you” was spoken into the floor. This made the foxes laugh once more. Aaron shuffled a bit from foot to foot, and made the tactful decision to leave with all the focus on his brother. He technically did do the forfeit after all. Get out of his comfort zone and show at least 4 different foxes. Whether it was individually or in a group was up to him.

When he got to his room and about to close the door, he got stopped by a hand on the frame. A very uncomfortable looking Kevin was the owner of said hand. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, and took a big breath, but didn’t say anything. He then got into motion and just walked into the room. Well then. “What do you want Kevin?” Crossing his arm across his chest, Aaron “patiently” awaited an answer.

“Go on date. Me with. I mean, uuuhhh” Aaron’s brain shut down once more, and this time the reboot apparently took a little too long, because when he refocused in on Kevin once more the man was fidgeting. Which wasn’t something Aaron had ever seen him do. What the fuck was happening here? Was Kevin actually asking him out? And more importantly, why was he asking him out? As far as Kevin was concerned, him and Katelyn was still happily together. He tried to come up with an answer, but Kevin’s flickering eyes threw him off. They kept going from his face to the skirt and then landing on the v neckline. It was almost a pattern. His eyes went from the skirt to his face again when he suddenly spoke up again.

“You need to change. I just. I can’t think, and I really want to talk to you, because I overheard Nicky one time, but I don’t really know if it was just Nicky being Nicky or if it’s actually true. I did ask him but he shut down and wouldn’t even look at me for three days after, so I don’t know for sure. So can you make me think? I mean change. Pl- if you could be as kind.”

Aaron thought he nodded before he turned and walked in to the dorms bedroom, but he honestly wasn’t sure. So many thoughts swirled around in his head, made it hard to concentrate on getting changed. Had Nicky really been so careless he accidentally outed him? It was with Nicky he had had his sexuality revelation and cry with, that cursed night after a Trip to Eden.

It had been a few weeks after Katelyn and him had called it off relationship wise, and Aaron had been having these weird feelings and his mind kept supplying him with these random observation. Objectively speaking, your Chemistry 102 TA is attractive. His sharp cheekbones and plumb lips are attractive features to have. The boy sitting across from you smells nice, wonder what cologne he uses? The man behind the counter at the coffee shop had really nice eyes. They were a warm brown you could get a little lost in.

He had just crossed the doorway into the house when the thought hit him. What if the reason that sex with Katelyn wasn’t satisfying for him, wasn’t because of the fact that Katelyn was asexual and weren’t as in to it as he was, but because she was a girl? What if the reason he seemingly couldn’t have as good an orgasm with a partner then alone, was because he had the wrong gendered partner. He had had earlier girlfriends in high school, both before and after Andrew had arrived, but he always seemed to excuse the bad sex as inexperience. But what if it wasn’t?

That had floored Aaron completely, and he had taken a stuttered breath and stumbled to the couch so he could sit down. Nobody seemed to pay him any mind, hopefully just chalking it up to drunken behavior, not the life revelation it had been. Neil and Andrew hadn’t been drinking that night, and they wasted no time bringing their things up to Andrew’s bedroom to go to bed.  Kevin had stayed at Palmetto to spend the weekend with his father, but Nicky had bargained with Andrew for them to go to Columbia anyway, and gotten his way somehow. (Aaron hadn’t asked, didn’t really want to know.) When they arrived at Eden he had all but begged Aaron to drink with him. So Aaron had matched him drink for drink, and actually had a good time. He even danced a bit with a random person with a pixie cut and let a little loose.

He hadn’t realized the tears gathering, nor the way his breathing had picked up until Nicky appeared out of nowhere sitting down next to him. He had swirled his head to look Nicky in the eyes, and the easy going smile he had on his face died when he saw Aaron’s face. He must have looked terrified because Nicky sounded completely sober when he spoke,

“Aaron are you okay? What’s wrong? Did something happen at Eden? Should I go get Andrew?” The more he spoke, the faster the words spilled out and the more panicked he sounded. Aaron tried to draw in a breath to answer him, but it got stuck in his throat so he just shook his head desperately. He really didn’t want to include Andrew too, and rather die than include Neil. Nicky had nodded his head, but still looked at him worriedly. When he finally mastered the art of breathing again he blurted out what he should have said ages ago, even before his little revelation.

“I’m sorry Nicky, I’m so sorry” He crumbled while he said it, and his head had landed in Nicky’s lap. The tears had started to fall about halfway through his apology and he didn’t predict them to stop anytime soon. But neither did the muttered apologies, I’m so sorry spoken softly into Nicky’s thigh. Nicky was bordering on hysteric at that point, franticly petting his hair and seemingly answering Aaron’s apologies

“It’s okay, I forgive you! I don’t really know what you’re apologizing for, but it can’t be that bad! Sure, you’re kinda an asshole, but you’re apologizing so you’re not that big of one. Why do you keep apologizing? It’s okay, I’m right here. Whatever you did I’m always gonna be in your corner, so please stop crying I don’t know what to do! How can I help? If you don’t calm down I’ll have to go get Andrew because I really don’t know how to help you if you don’t speak to me, and I’m starting to get really worried now. Please talk to me.”

It was only when Nicky had started to shift around, as if trying to get up, that Aaron finally snapped out of it. He wrapped his arms tightly around Nicky’s legs and shook his head, turning around to look up at him with pleading eyes. Nicky had looked back at him, tears in his eyes as well and shifted once more. “I’m giving you two minutes to start explaining or I’m getting him. This will not go unspoken of, do you hear me Aaron? I’m pretty sure you’re having a mental break down or something, and you can’t keep that all inside. That is super unhealthy and can cau-“

“I think I might be gay” Nicky had gotten very quiet and still, just looking at Aaron and blinking rapidly. Aaron took a steadying breath and wiped his face free of tears, head still in Nicky’s lap. Figuring fuck it, I already said the hardest part he continued speaking, voice croaking making it deeper than normal.

“I don’t actually know, I just. I keep having these thoughts ever since Katelyn and I broke up, which we did like, a month ago, and I think my brain is just now connected the dots because apparently I’m fucking stupid, and can’t figure out that sex wasn’t as satisfying as regular masturbation, was not because the people I’m with are bad at it, but because they don’t have what I need. Or is it the bad thing and I’m only overanalyzing? The only thing I’m really sure of right now is the fact I’m a huge asshole for giving you and Andrew such a hard time for being gay, when I might be it too. That and apparently I find my chemistry TA hot, and like the way men smell and what is wrong with me?” Aaron sniffed and a few more tears fell from his eyes. They were starting to feel a bit sore now. Aaron had jumped when Nicky suddenly took a huge breath and whispered something that sounded like okay, you can do this. Making eye contact with his older cousin he got a small smile. He reached down wipe the last of the tears away, and began petting his hair again. Much more soothingly this time around.

“So this is a lot to unpack, so what do you say we take it in small bites hmm?” When all Aaron did was nod, he continued on, “So you and Katelyn broke up? Are you okay in regards to that?”

Aaron looked down at his hands, playing with his fingers but answered him, “Yeah, about a month ago. Maybe a little longer. It was an actual mutual decision, something we both felt needed to be done. We had a big fat discussion about our feelings and called it quits. We just aren’t ready to tell just yet. Might not for a while to be honest. She has some things to work through, and she’s my best friend so of course I’ll put it off for as long as she needs.” Shrugging his shoulders he looked up again.

“Okay then, I’m happy to hear you’re doing okay there. These… thoughts you mentioned, what exactly do you mean?” Wincing a little, Aaron had tried to clarify his brains jumbled observations. They sat on the couch talking about each and everything Aaron had been feeling and thinking about those past two months. Aaron found that Nicky could be surprisingly quiet and understanding, and that it was really cathartic to talk about it all. So apparently Aaron could see the attractiveness about guys, but he didn’t know if he wanted to date them. Kissing had crossed his mind once or twice, but quickly shut down because he wasn’t ready to think about it.

The last thing Aaron had asked of Nicky before they went to bed that night, a few hours later, was that he kept quiet. He wasn't ready to explore his sexuality, let alone come out. Nicky had given him an understanding smile and sighed out of course.

A knock on the door startled Aaron out of his memory and into the present again. Shrugging his hoodie over his head he decided to just get it over and done with. Fucking Kevin sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. When he was fully dressed once more, he walked over to the door and ripped it open.

"What do you want Kevin?" He said maybe a little too forcefully. Kevin had moved away from the door, and was sitting at the couch Matt had supplied the living room with. He gestured to the other end where he was sitting. Sighing to make his displeasure known, he got to the couch and plopped down. Looking over at the other boy he repeated his question, a bit more mellow this time. Kevin was sitting with his legs curled up under him, his right hand playing with the fabric of his pants.

"A date, ideally. With you, specifically." His face was set in a small smile, eyes sparkling hopefully. Aaron's heart sank a little, so Nicky had outed him. Accidental or not, that still shot a pang of panic and hurt through him. Before he could muster up the energy to answer him, Kevin continued,

"I don't actually know if you'd be interested, or even actually into boys. About three weeks ago, I overheard Nicky speaking to who I assume was Erik, considering he was speaking some german. He kept switching between english and german though, and going on a tangent about queerness being genetic, the twins, and breaking up with girlfriends. Never mentioning any names. So I don't- I'm not actually sure it was you he was talking about. I tried to ask him but he just shouted no, hung up the phone and all but ran away from me. He haven’t really spoken to me yet. I think he feels bad, because I overheard him.”

A feeling of relief spread through Aaron. Even though Nicky had spoken about their conversation from months ago, he had worded it so only people who knew Nicky intimately would have a clue. Or simply think he was talking about Andrew. Still feeling some of his earlier panic, Aaron opened his mouth to profusely deny deny deny, not at all ready to talk about his sexuality again, he remembered a tiny detail from Kevin’s explanation. If he had overheard Nicky three weeks ago, why in the world hadn’t he said anything? Either to him or the others? Closing his mouth again, Aaron tried to calculate what would happen if he “came out” to Kevin. He wasn’t even sure what the ever-loving fuck he was, other than not straight, but if Kevin had held tight for those three weeks maybe he would for however long it took for Aaron to figure it out. One small parentheses made the equation hard though. Kevin’s apparent desire to date Aaron. Aaron might not be the best at math, but a huge glaring pair of parentheses in an equation needed to be addressed first, in order to solve said equation. Right? Aaron’s pre-med not a simple math major, how was he supposed to know?

“Why?” It had slipped out of Aaron’s lips without permission, but he really needed to know before they got any further in this equation. Why now? Why him? Kevin furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly, apparently not getting Aaron’s question. Aaron elaborated his inner thoughts, and the questions made Kevin pause. A slight flush rose across his cheeks, but it didn’t take long for him to gather his thoughts, only a shake of his head.

“So, I’ve been talking to Bee right? In the process of becoming sober” Aaron nodded, not really in the mood to actually talk right now. Luckily, Kevin continued on.

“Okay, so. She hasn’t just been helping me getting sober, also just. Better? In general. We have been talking trough my growing up, and Riko and Andrew. Just. Everything I guess. It made me realize some things, and she has been encouraging me to do something about it. I haven’t wanted to, until three weeks ago, where I heard I might have an actual chance.” He shrugged his shoulders, now looking down at his lap, really focusing on the piece of fabric between his fingers. Aaron’s mouth went a little dry at that implication, not that he really knew why.

He thought all bravery had left his body, after having to endure his forfeit, but apparently not because he felt himself reaching his right hand across and over Kevin’s left. It made him start and look up at Aaron. Sitting there with his hand over Kevins made him feel the same sense of fuck it, as he had with Nicky all those weeks ago. So throwing caution into the wind, he unstuck his tongue from the roof of his mouth, and asked what he thought was the most pressing matter.

“What did you realize?” Kevin’s face went from flush to straight up red, but he kept his eyes locked with Aaron.

“Apparently it is possible to admire people of the same sex aesthetically, and not just because of their exy skills. And that I find your personality and general body incredibly attractive.”

Kevin’s voice had gone down an octave, and the sound of it sent a shot of something, through his stomach. The very same something he has been feeling pertaining his chemistry TA lately. Great, now he also found fucking Kevin hot. Not that that might be a problem with Kevin considering the resent confession. Though now that he really thought about it, Kevin really is an attractive person. He has sharp cheek bones, but his green eyes softens his face up, so he doesn’t look so severe. His nose is slightly upturned, but with a tiny bump on the bridge, which is something Aaron hadn’t noticed before. Wonder where he got it from? Exy most likely. His thighs has the same kind of muscle definition that Katelyn has, which is something Aaron has always found arousing.

He should probably say something though, instead of just mindlessly looking at Kevin. The poor dude looked about one breath away from a minor break down. He shook his head to clear it from his Kevin related epiphany.

“Fuck it okay, all cards on the table?” He gestured with his left hand, just now noticing his right still laying over Kevins. When he got a hesitant nod from him, he continued on now determined.

“I don’t actually know what I am, other than maybe not straight. Katelyn and I are broken up yes, but we haven’t actually told anyone. Not ready yet” A slight flush rose across his own cheeks when he thought about his next admission, “And I kinda find you aesthetically pleasing as well.”

A small smile spread across Kevin’s face and he opened his mouth, but Aaron cut him of before any words could come through. “But! But, I really don’t know what that means. And I don’t think it’s fair for you, if I didn’t make that abundantly clear first. Your face is attractive, I think, and I know you enough to feel safe maybe starting a thing with you. Just, some minor things before you ask me again?”

Kevin nodded his head quickly and opened his mouth again, but once again Aaron cut him off before he could speak. “Okay so one;” He held a finger up on the hand not holding Kevin’s. 

“I’m nowhere near ready to tell people about anything related to my sexuality, so if we do this. It’d have to be in complete secret,” Another finger joined the first one and he went on. “Two, we’d have to take it slow. I don’t know what I’m comfortable with, or how far I’m willing to go, so you’d need to be patient with me. Possibly really patient with me.”

He raised a third finger to go with his last bit.

“And lastly but most important, you need to tell me if things isn’t working for you anymore. I know I come with a lot of rules and regulations, but I need to figure out if this is really for me. You feel safe enough for me to try with specifically, but if that ever ends up not being enough for you, you tell me. Immediately. That is very important to me. If there is one thing my relationship with both Katelyn and Andrew have taught me anything it is honesty is super important. Well, and consent but you know Andrew too so of course you know that. Okay, you can talk now.” He unfurled his hand, and waved it at Kevin’s to demonstrate his point. Kevin looked a little shell shocked after being loaded with all that information, and he took a moment but finally he spoke, his small smile lighting up his eyes.

“Yeah, I can work with that.”

It was spoken softly, and it took Aaron an extra two seconds to realize what Kevin meant. He still wanted to “date” Aaron, even with all these rules. And he had not seen that coming, expecting Kevin to give up and find someone new to pester about dating. He hadn’t really taking his stubbornness into consideration, which really was an oversight on Aaron’s part, and predicted this would happened.

“Ask me again.” He challenged him, a small part of him still excepting him to not go through with it. And by now, Aaron kinda really wanted to go on this gay adventure with Kevin.

Kevin’s smile grew in size, and made a dimple appear in his right cheek, another thing Aaron hadn’t noticed Kevin do(had, could?), and he shifted closer to Aaron. He shifted his left hand so they were holding hands, rather than Aaron holding Kevins, and took hold of his right hand as well, placing both in his lap. Aaron could feel his cheeks warming up, but didn’t hinder his movements.

“Would you like to go on a date with me? And maybe hold a little hands with me? That’s all I ask for now, and we can figure adjustments out as we see fit in the future. And secrecy is okay with me at the moment, and I promise to tell you if I change my mind.”

Aaron’s whole upper body felt warm now, most likely a blush, but he also felt surprisingly excited. This had suddenly turned into a thing Aaron really wanted to explore. Mirroring Kevin’s smile he answered, feeling confident in his mental math. This equation wasn’t so hard to solve as the first one.

“Yeah okay, I think I’d really like that”

Part 1 of “Aaron Tries His Best”

1 - 2(coming soon)

[foxy-exy]

Strange Engagement - Kevaaron

Prompt from here 09. we’re strangers who meet at a bar, get drunk, and wake up to announcements of our new engagement all over our social media - what did we do???

cw: alcohol use, blacking out, vomit mention, the vaguest suggestions of sexual content — also take note that sexual content happens while both of them are drunk, fyi

Finished this finally for a late bday present for @starsandgutters !!

Aaron does not get blackout drunk. Well, not anymore. It’s a rule he’s set for himself.

But damn if his recent breakup with Katelyn, who was supposed to be the love of his life, hasn’t hit him hard. And fuck if this man that took up residence next to him at the bar two hours ago isn’t infuriating enough to have Aaron’s pride on the fucking line here.

“You can’t take another,” snorts the asshole. Keegan. No, Kelvin. No…

“Fuck you, Kevin,” slurs Aaron, and feels the world spin a little, but the name is right. That’s right. Kevin Day. Some kind of sports guy, Aaron thinks he’s seen him on TV sometime or another. But that doesn’t mean shit for his ability to out-drink Aaron.

Aaron can so take another shot.

“Prove it,” Kevin sneers, and Aaron growls.

Aaron smacks the bar top, and the bartender, Roland, skeptically eyes them both, but Aaron’s a regular and they’re old friends, so Aaron merely has to glare back and gesture impatiently for Roland to slide another shot his way.

Aaron downs it without pause, and there’s laughter, hooting, from onlookers he didn’t know he had. He swallows against the burn and flicks a glance to more strangers, grinning and nodding at him, flashing thumbs up and pumping fists. He manages a jerky nod before spinning back to Kevin, swaying slightly. “I did it. Can you, big shot?”

Not the wittiest one liner he’s ever delivered, especially with all his syllables melding together as his mouth refuses to work with him, but Kevin also seems slightly off-balance as he turns to Roland, nodding for his next round.

“I absolutely should cut you both off before you start brawling,” sighs Roland, pouring another shot. “You’re lucky I’m an enabler.”

“Three more,” blurts Aaron, as Kevin gulps down his tiny glass. “Unless you can’t handle it.”

“You’re tiny, you’re the one who should be worried,” spits Kevin, though it’s hoarse through the alcohol.

“Oh my god,” Roland says, as he pours the shots and shoves them in front of them both, walking away with his hands up. “I’m done with you both for tonight.”

“Bet you you’ll still tap out before me,” Aaron says challengingly, narrowing his eyes up at Kevin, watching the too-tall man narrow his own green eyes back, the lights of the club catching on the tiny number 2 tattoo on his cheekbone, the tendrils of black hair springing free from his quiff. Aaron blinks away his wandering gaze, realizing Kevin is lifting another shot to his lips, and reaches to do the same, the fire of competition spurring him on.

The trickles of light and sound filter through warm, hazy drunkenness. Aaron is wrapped up in something skin-hot and sweat-sticky, hair between his fingers and another pair of lips melded to his and he cannot think, the wall unyielding at his back and the floor unreachable as his legs wrap around hips.

“Fuck,” mumbles a male voice, into his mouth, and Aaron hums in agreement, lazily tightening his hold and letting a hand fall down the back of his makeout partner, digging his fingernails into a crisp shirt and scratching.

The man — Aaron lets his eyes flutter open as the pair of them part for a moment of breath — Kevin, Kevin Day, shudders against him at the rough treatment and lets his head fall to where Aaron’s shoulder meets his neck, mouthing at the skin there, and Aaron responds with his own shiver.

He falls back into Kevin’s lips with a tug at his hair to drag him back up, and Aaron blacks back out at the kiss.

“We should get married.”

“That’s so stupid, that’s a terrible idea. Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean —”

“But you’re getting over your ex too. You know what would stick it to our exes? Getting fucking engaged.”

“You’re out of it, I can’t get publicly engaged to a man. I’d get os — ostra — I’d get bad press.”

“Fuck that, who cares. Buy me a ring, asshole, you’re rich.”

“Fuck, fine. Fine, I will, if you do that again.”

“Shit, Kevin.”

Aaron’s head pounds a terrible rhythm, and he thinks perhaps he attempted to drink sand last night. There’s no other way his mouth and throat would be this awful, gritty texture.

The nausea that hits a moment later threatens to bring up whatever he had last swallowed, and he spills out of bed to stumble-sprint to the toilet.

When he finally hobbles back to the bedroom with the speed of an especially slow zombie, he stops dead when he finds the form of another person burrowed into his pillow.

Kevin Day groans when Aaron pulls the pillow away from him, shielding his eyes from the bedroom light, and squints up at him like he, too, is not sure how he got there.

“A-Aaron?” he finally ventures.

“Congrats, you remember my fucking name. Get out of my bed.”

Kevin does not, in fact, get out of his bed, simply blinks down at his own shirtlessness, lifts the sheet to apparently check on whether he is wearing pants. (Aaron is suspiciously only in his boxers, and he suspects Kevin is too.) “What happened last night?”

“Guess I was stupid and lonely enough to bring you back to my apartment, for some reason.” Aaron rolls his eyes. Why he allowed himself to reach that drunken point in the first place is beyond him. He can’t remember the last time he allowed himself to actually check another man out, let alone…

He realizes suddenly that the terribly shrill ringing he’s heard several times now is his phone, muffled underneath fabric somewhere on the floor of his room. Someone’s calling him.

It takes him several minutes to find the source of the noise, but the mystery caller keeps redialing when the call drops. When Aaron recovers his phone, it’s with an awful sinking feeling that he sees TWIN MENACE blinking across the screen.

Andrew does not call him for no reason.

“Hello?” he mumbles into the phone, and there is an awful silence for a minute on Andrew’s end.

“Care to tell me, oh brother mine, what exactly happened that made you post what you did on Facebook last night?”

Aaron’s stomach drops yet lower. He feels dizzy. “What?”

“Nicky’s been calling you, and when you didn’t pick up, he started calling me. What the fuck did you do?”

“W-what did I do?” Aaron stabs the speakerphone button to pull his phone from his ear and navigate to Facebook. His notifications are blowing up, all over a photo he definitely doesn’t remember posting.

It takes a moment to load when he opens it, and the sound he makes when it does makes Kevin wince and cover his ears.

Kevin and Aaron are very deeply and disgustingly making out, and Aaron is holding a middle finger up to the camera. His left middle finger. And below that middle finger, a ring sits on his finger.

An engagement ring. That is still on his ring finger when Aaron looks down at it.

The caption reads, fuck y’all we’re getting married.

“You fucking proposed to me?” he yells at Kevin, who had been squinting one open eye at him, leaning forward to listen.

Kevin falls out of bed in a tangle of long limbs, with his own squawk. “What?”

“I have an engagement ring. I posted that we’re getting married. Oh my god.”

“Dumbass,” is barely audible from the phone speaker, and then the call disconnects.

“Wait,” Kevin mumbles, rubbing his head and trying to navigate sheets that are still wrapped around him. “Wait, no. You proposed to me. You started this. I know that much. I thought it was a bad idea.”

“Obviously not enough to not get me a ring.”

“Quiet,” Kevin pleads.

“What were we thinking?” Aaron tugs on his hair. He’s not sure how it took him so long to notice the ring’s presence in the first place, it feels unbearably heavy on his finger now.

“You wanted to get back at your ex. And mine. We both were upset about our breakups,” Kevin reasons out slowly, eyes fixing on nothing as he appears to search his memory. “We had a drinking competition, and then, we started dancing, and then venting about our exes, and then we started…making out. It gets pretty fuzzy, but. You said we should get married, I didn’t think so. But you, uh. Convinced me.”

“How do I delete this? Fuck.” The exponentially growing number of comments of absolutely everyone he knows on the Facebook post blurs in front of his eyes.

Whoa, that’s a surprise. Happy for you!

Who’s the fiancé???

Didn’t realize you were with this guy now. Congrats on the engagement!

 Classmates, coworkers, distant family, and…

Aaron, what the fuck.

“Shitshitshitshit.”

Aaron throws the phone in a knee-jerk reaction, his brain narrowing to the tiny profile picture on the screen. Katelyn.

Kevin catches the phone in the same instinctive way, eyes wide as he stares at Aaron.

“She knows. She knows.”

“Who?”

“My ex, my… Katelyn. She saw. She’ll never take me back now. God, she thinks we’re…”

“Did you think she was going to?” Kevin asks incredulously. Like he fucking knows anything about Aaron and Katelyn’s relationship.

“She could have realized! That we were good! That she missed me! She could have —” Aaron’s throat closes over, and he realizes with horror that he is probably about to cry.

“Aaron.” Kevin still looks sickly pale, maybe a little green around the edges, but he nonetheless kind of crawls across Aaron’s bedroom floor to sit in front of him. Now that he’s extricated himself from the sheets, Aaron can see that he is indeed only wearing a very small pair of boxer-briefs. “She wasn’t going to. You were complaining about how your relationship had been, towards the end. It’s good you broke up.”

Aaron swallows back a lump in his throat and blinks away burning, shoving his fist into Kevin’s chest. “Shut up.”

Kevin looks down and takes Aaron’s fist in his own hands, uncurling it and contemplating the ring he’d apparently bought last night as he plays with Aaron’s fingers absently. “I miss my ex too. But she wasn’t good for me. We weren’t… it wasn’t very healthy, how we got together. And we didn’t know how to be healthy once we got out of that situation either.”

“Now look at us,” Aaron huffs sarcastically. “Oh-so-healthily drunk engaged.”

Kevin’s lips twitching into a involuntary smile is unexpectedly attractive, and the dark eyebrow he raises pulls a snort from Aaron that morphs into a giggle, and then Kevin snickers, and then they’re both laughing and staring at this fucking ridiculous ring that’s caused way too much trouble.

“It’s gaudy,” Aaron announces, when they’ve laughed themselves out. “You have no taste.”

“It’s expensive,” Kevin protests, immediately up in arms. “Look at how many diamonds there are.”

“Oh, of course you’d think bigger is better,” Aaron snarks, and Kevin glares at him, and Aaron shoves him back, raising his own eyebrows, but he can’t drop the grin curling across his face.

“You weren’t complaining last night,” Kevin returns, but before Aaron can toss one more flirty line thinly veiled as an insult back at him, another ringtone sounds from across the room.

Kevin turns toward the sound too fast and groans, hand lifting to his mouth queasily as he picks his way over to his own pants to fish out his phone. It cuts off just as he reaches it, but Kevin blinks down at his own screen, looking a little too off-balance.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asks.

“I think I… I think I posted something too. Christ.”

“Oh, so it’s all fine and good by you that I posted something, but when you’re the one making a fool of yourself, you think —”

“I could lose my contract.”

Aaron blinks. “Right. Playing…”

Kevin looks scandalized. “Exy? Do you not even know?”

“Forgive me for not knowing every detail of my fiancé’s life when I met you last night and forgot more than I remember of our encounter.”

Kevin appears slightly dead inside, face lit by countless popups his eyes flick through on screen. “My team manager has been texting me. If I lose my spot, I’m —”

 Aaron steps closer to peer at the texts, too. “Can they do that? That shouldn’t be allowed.”

Kevin turns a glazed gaze on him. “Exy is everything to me.”

Aaron feels a pang at the look, feels inexplicably compelled to fix it. “Well… we’re not even actually getting married, so it doesn’t matter, right? Just tell them that. Who cares?”

“It may be too late,” Kevin says in a terrible, numb voice, and Aaron is suddenly very deeply determined that it will not be too late to save his poor, sports-obsessed, asshole sort-of-fake fiancé’s career or so help him God.

“Give me that.”

“What are you doing?” Kevin asks helplessly as Aaron clicks through the frantic texts from Manager to the contact information.

“Setting the record straight,” Aaron says firmly, and hits the call button.

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