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peachy-panic · 3 years ago

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The Rise & Fall of Jaime Quinn: Act 1

Part of Do No Harm.

Here it is: The long awaited, long promised backstory (In 5 Acts). Was too long to post as one, so you’re getting one chapter a day for the next 5 days, aka a record breaking posting schedule for me.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Past parental death, mentions of foster care/group home settings, major wealth/class gaps. Nothing too intense here. CW: Jaime experiencing a moment of happiness lol. The hurt comes later.

ACT 2 | ACT 3 | ACT 4 | ACT 5

(will add/update links as I post)

ACT 1

The closet in Jaime’s dorm room is about three feet wide—a light wooden structure with double doors, two shelves above a single bar, and more than enough space to hold every item he has to his name. It’s the first closet he’s had to himself since he was ten years old.

The array of clothes he has unpacked from his duffle bag stares back at him: four t-shirts, a hoodie that came with his acceptance package, and three pairs of jeans. On the bottom shelf is the same pair of beat-up, black sneakers that he has worn for the past four years, and beside it, the brand new cleats he spent all summer saving for.

And he saved the best for last.

Laid out on his bed–a twin-size mattress neatly made up with the bedding set his caseworker Sarah bought for him–is the final item of clothing to put away. Jaime runs his fingertips along the silk of the soccer jersey–his soccer jersey–tracing the line where the yellow material meets smooth, black vinyl. The number “7” takes up most of the back, but it’s the lettering above it that makes his heart swell inside his chest.

QUINN.

His last name, the final gift he carries with him from his parents, is emblazoned proudly on the physical representation of what brought him here. It’s the name that he will carry onto the field, underneath the stadium lights and the eyes of hundreds of cheering fans, a soothing weight on his back, like a pair of arms thrown around him.

The bed across from his is adorned with throw blankets for sports teams Jaime doesn’t really know or care about, and above it, posters of bands he has never heard of. Scattered along the cork board above his roommate’s desk are photos of strangers in football jerseys and prom dresses, all posed with varying degrees of warmth and familiarity that makes Jaime’s wall look particularly bare in comparison.

He does have two photos of his own, though. The picture of him and his parents stays tucked away inside his wallet at all times, but the one of him and his foster brother Tyler is displayed proudly on his desk, inside the frame that Tyler bought him when he got into college. The two of them are sitting on the porch railing of the group home they shared for the last two years—the best of Jaime’s years in the system—arms thrown over each other’s shoulders.

He wanted to come today, to help Jaime move into his dorm. He insisted on it really, but Jaime knew he had meetings with his counselor and his caseworker today, and he also knew that his attendance at those meetings was a condition of his probation. And Jaime would give up his own life before he let himself be the reason that kid strayed from the straight-and-narrow path that he had walked for almost a full year now.

Tyler is sixteen going on twenty-five, but he would always be the cagey, stubborn little kid he met on the bottom bunk at Miss Sherry’s house and learned to love like a brother. The closest thing Jaime has ever had.

He hears the beep of the keycard outside the door before it pushes open. His roommate Derek and his family spill in, loudly carrying on what seems to be two separate conversations. His mother is complaining about some unidentified smell in the hallway while his brother asks when they are going to eat dinner. Jaime throws a polite smile over his shoulder as they enter, hanging his jersey on the opposite side of the bar from his t-shirts.

“I can’t believe how small your room is,” his little sister comments, flopping back onto Derek’s bed. Jaime bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. This might be the largest room–shared or not–that he has ever had, but that’s the last piece of information he is trying to offer up to the first people he meets on campus.

“It’ll be fine,” Derek says, nudging her over so he can sit. “We’ll be gone most of the time, anyway. This practice and conditioning schedule is no joke.” He shoots a commiserate smile at Jaime, who feels a disproportionate surge of warm elation and smiles back.

“Okay, kiddo.” His dad claps his hands together. “That the last of it from the car?”

“All set,” Derek says, pulling his sister into a one-armed hug.

“Oh, god. I’m not going to cry.” His mother immediately contradicts herself by wiping the runaway tears from her cheeks.

“Mom, please.” Derek shakes his head, standing and walking over to her.

Jaime pointedly ducks his head into the closet, pretending to rearrange his shirts and biting down on his bottom lip until it feels like it might burst under his teeth. He waits until he hears the affection settling down behind him.

“Hey, Jeremy,” he hears the dad say.

“It’s Jaime, dad.”

“Sorry. Jaime,” he corrects. Jaime turns around to face them. “We were thinking about heading to Bella’s up the road for dinner. You been?”

“No, sir,” Jaime says. “I’m not very familiar with the area.”

“Well, you’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”

“One last meal before it’s cafeteria food until Thanksgiving!” his mother chimes in lightly.

Jaime shifts uneasily from one foot to the other. He hates this conversation; not the offer itself, but the guessing game that follows. The question of if this invitation implies that they would pay for his meal, and if so, is it out of pity or kindness? Would they do this for anyone? How do they feel about their son sharing a room with the scholarship kid, fresh out of state custody? And if they get all the way there and don’t offer to pay, is Jaime going to have to forfeit all of his spending money for the next two months just to afford one meal?

Good intentions aside, the whole thing is a conversation he would rather just avoid.

“Oh,” Jaime says. “Thank you, really, but I should finish unpacking here.” He hopes no one points out the obviously empty duffle bag beside the bed.

“Aw, are you sure, sweetheart?” his mother asks. He tries not to read into the pity in her voice.

“I’m sure,” he says, throwing in a yawn for good measure. “I’m pretty beat anyway.”

“Give the kid some space,” the dad interjects, putting a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “I’m sure he just wants some time to settle in.”

“Okay, well it was lovely to meet you, Jaime.” His mother waves on her way out. “I’m sure you two are going to have a great year.”

He waves back, watching the small parade of children that follow her out the door. Derek is the last to leave, hanging back a few steps behind his dad.

“Hey,” he says, smiling wryly back at Jaime. “Sorry for all the noise. I know they can be… a lot.”

“Really, it’s not a problem,” Jaime says, then adds, “Have fun at dinner tonight.”

“Thanks.” He pauses in the doorway for a moment. “Hey, when I’m back maybe we can hook up my XBox? You play Call of Duty?”

“Sure,” Jaime responds cooly.

Let the record show: Jaime Quinn has never played Call of Duty in his life.

But he knows it’s the right answer anyway, because Derek shoots him a thousand-watt smile that could light up the room more than the shitty standing lamp in the corner, and Jaime has to clamp down on the wooden railing of his bed to keep from floating away.

“Cool. See you later,” Derek says.

“Bye.”

When he’s alone again, Jaime sits down and pulls his socked feet up onto the bed with him. He looks around the dorm room–his fucking dorm room–and feels the burn of tears collecting behind his eyes.

Jaime Quinn has had a lot of first nights in new places. New beds, new roommates, new lives to start from scratch out of a single bag of his belongings. That part is nothing new. But never before has it felt quite like this. Never, in all the foster houses and group homes and emergency placement shelters, has it ever felt so much like it could be home.

The pasta he gets from the dining hall later that night is probably not as good as whatever they’re serving at Bella’s, but it’s free on his meal plan and it tastes pretty good, he thinks. As he eats it alone in his empty dorm room, listening to the buzz of chatter in the hallway, he feels full in a way that goes far beyond satiating his hunger.

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#Do No Harm: Jaime & Sebastian #The Rise & Fall of Jaime Quinn: A Play in Five Acts #Look!#He has a last name now!#Not for long though #more on that in act 5 #Listen I care about this backstory mini-series a stupid amount #so i hope u guys like it too #writing

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themculibrary · 3 years ago

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Steve And Natasha (Romanogers) Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: April 15th, 2023

part one, part three

Amnesiac (ao3) - LiquidCaliban G, 16k

Summary: Steve wakes up one morning with no memory of the past eight years, which is awkward because he has a wife and son. Fortunately, he has the Avengers to get him through some Asgardian-induced amnesia.

Back Where He Wants To Be (ao3) - by_cur N/R, 27k

Summary: When Steve went to return the stones, he's not only bringing the stones with him but the slightest hope of bringing Natasha back.

No one really expected how easy to get the sacrifice back opposite to how hard it was to get the stone, but no one's gonna complain on getting Natasha Romanoff back, it was what everyone wanted.

After Steve got Natasha back they sat down for a moment and talked about the possibilities of Steve staying in his original time. What happens if he stays, how will it affect Natasha?

"You're thinking of staying..." she was stating more than questioning.

"I'm not sure Nat... I got a new life here..."

"But that's not the life you wanted..." Steve turned to look at Natasha for the first time since they talked about these possibilities.

Bad Romance (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers, sleeplessinbudapest E, 54k

Summary: The new teacher hates Natasha. Or does he? (Romanogers AU- Teacher/Student)

Dust to Dust (We've Been Lonely Too Long) (ao3) - myloveiamthespeedofsound E, 55k

Summary: A series of connected one shots in which Natasha and Steve see how long they can maintain that they're just friends who happen to sleep together before they realize they're complete morons and might be a little bit in love with each other.

Fireworks, Baby (ao3) - Squid_Ink M, 27k

Summary: Natasha has something to tell Steve. Something that will change their lives. The problem is she's just not sure if she's ready for that shadow of the Red Room to be removed from her life or how Steve will react.

Friday Night Lights (ao3) - beezyland T, 276k

Summary: Coming off a heartbreaking loss their previous season, the Lieber High Avengers, led by ex-military first year head coach Nick Fury, need all the help they can get when the next football season brings teenage drama and heartbreaking injuries.

AKA A Friday Night Lights AU where Natasha is the coach’s daughter and Steve is big enough to be a linebacker, but only wants to play quarterback, a position secured by Bucky, his football machine of a best friend destined to play college ball. Well, at least, before the accident.

Happier (ao3) - capsiclewidow T, 21k

Summary: She’d done worse things, she reasoned. She’d murdered innocent people, ruthlessly and carelessly. All for the glory of the Red Room and Mother Russia and Hydra. This would hardly be the worst thing she’d ever done.

She was Natalia Romanova. The Red Death. The Slavic Shadow. The deadly Black Widow. She’d done terrible, unforgivable things. She was a monster and a ruthless killer. It’s what she did, who she was and who she’d always be.

So yes, she could do this. She could hurt arguably the most kind, noble, good person who ever lived.

She could break Steve Rogers’ heart.

I Love The Sound (When You Come Undone) (ao3) - Brenda E, 3k

Summary: "If you're with someone else, then you're safe," she finally said, looking at him from partially lowered lashes.

"Safe?" What the hell was she talking about? "Safe from who?"

"Me."

Or: Natasha keeps trying to set Steve up with other people, but Steve already has his eye on someone a lot closer to home.

I'm Dying to Catch My Breath (ao3) - chalantness M, 19k

Summary: She remembers sitting with him like this a year ago, in another guest bedroom, and no, she doesn't believe in fate. But she doesn't believe in coincidences, either.

Just a Blast From the Past (ao3) - InNeedOfInspiration N/R, 41k

Summary: Natasha watches Steve die and decides to use a time travel device from Asgard to go back in 1942 and prevent Bucky from turning into the Winter Soldier. Forbidden to meddle with the past because it could affect the future, she changes her appearance and introduces herself under a false identity. But as they grow close, Natasha finds it harder and harder to resist the charm of Steve from 1942.

Kick Off Your Sunday Shoes (ao3) - leiascully M, 38k

Summary: Natasha thought it was a shame that Steve had never been dancing (among other things).

Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers E, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

Love My Soul Can Reach (I think I made you up inside my head) (ao3) - mylifeisloki, xo_stardust720 M, 50k

Summary: 'It won't be love at first sight when we meet; it'll be love at first remembrance.'

Natasha's Diary (ao3) - VintageDame T, 9k

Summary: Captain America isn't afraid of anyone. Except Natasha, with reason. All the Avengers have a respect for her out of fear. What happens when Steve stumbles upon something he wasn't supposed to?

Only An Eclipse Away (ao3) - Asoreleks N/R, 3k

Summary: Two people drift into each other’s lives once again on a quiet afternoon in Brooklyn, New York, light years and a lifetime away from a place called Vormir.

Poison & Wine (ao3) - myloveiamthespeedofsound E, 36k

Summary: In the years after his re-emergence into the world, Steve Rogers finds himself living a very lonely and isolated life. Unable to truly embrace his new life and the future he woke up in until a chance meeting with a woman gives him something to grasp onto. Unfortunately things are not always what they seem, and the woman he finds himself quickly falling for might not be all she says she is.

Canon divergent and set before the events of the first Avengers movie, with Steve having been found several years before he is in the movies, and Natasha not with S.H.I.E.L.D. Title of work from the Civil Wars song.

Sam Assumed (ao3) - LiquidCaliban T, 3k

Summary: Sam makes his first visit to Avengers' Tower, where he discovers that things are not always as they seem, but only before he realized they weren't. Seemingly. And Tony will never learn to knock.

See You In A Minute (ao3) - Loquatorious T, 24k

Summary: What if Scott had been delayed just five more minutes before driving to the Avengers Compound? What if Steve and Natasha had a little bit more time to talk? What if the Soldier and the Spy discovered more to their relationship, just in time to see it end?

A canon-divergent what-if? story based on the events of Avengers Endgame.

There Was, There Wasn't (ao3) - Minim Calibre (minim_calibre) E, 13k

Summary: After New York, Fury had asked for her assessment of Rogers.

The Second Hand Unwinds (ao3) - GalitMirav T, 5k

Summary: Steve returns the Soul Stone to Vormir and in doing so is able to revive Natasha. He travels to 1945 as planned in order to reunite with Peggy, but soon realizes that he no longer belongs there. A man truly out of time, where will he find his home?

Alternate 2014-verse

#themculibrary #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #romanogers #romanogers masterlist #masterlists #f/m

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zillennial97 · 4 years ago

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College/University AU | Larry Fanfic Recs (part one)

Faking It by TheCellarDoor | 46k | Mature

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

Wonderwall by AFangirlFantasy | 43k | General Audiences

Taking the sheet cluttered with times available for the next few weeks, Louis notices a pattern in the list. The name of the person Perrie had just mentioned: Harry Styles. It’s written at least seven times, and three of which are during timeframes Louis wants.

“Who the fuck is Harry Styles?”

“You’re about to find out,” she answers, pointing over Louis’ shoulder.

Or a Love/Hate College AU where Louis Tomlinson is the lead singer of The Rogue - the most popular band on campus - and Harry Styles is the talented Freshman unknowingly challenging all that.

Love Me Please by angelichl | 23k | Explicit

Louis hates Harry, which is fine because he would really rather prefer to avoid him at all costs.

The only problem?

They're soulmates.

the boys of fall by godgavemelou | 21k | Mature

“And everyone, this is Harry Styles. He’s going to be our starting quarterback this year.”

Louis looks at him, the tall and lanky Harry Styles, and takes it all in. He’s got hair to his shoulders that curls at the ends, tattoos all down his arms, and a bright smile on his face as the team cheers him on. He’s lean and fit, and absolutely beautiful, and Louis hates him to the core.

OR an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

Every time that you get undressed (I hear symphonies in my head) by theboyfriendstagram | 12k | Explicit

“Hi.”, Louis says and Harry doesn’t answer. The taller boy takes the cigarette from Louis’ fingers and places it between his own lips.

Louis doesn’t fight it, because Harry looks hot when he smokes.

“Why are you sad, Louis?”

Louis blinks up at the question taking him by surprise. The smoke vanishes in the air and he’s now face to face with Harry, who seems to be closer now.

“I’m not sad.”, he lies.

Harry stares at him for a moment, before he takes another drag from the cigarette and leans down so he’s at the same eye level with Louis.

And okay, now Louis panics.

OR an AU in which Harry is the typical frat boy who doesn't believe in love but falls for the insecure mess that is Louis. Sex and fluff ensue.

The Section by bananaheathen | 11k | Mature

In which Louis is a TA for an Intro to Cinema course, and Harry is an undergrad with a bit of a crush.

Or, the one with "Name: Harry Styles, Date: me please"

As usual, it’s the Irish one he hears first.

“Keep up, Styles. It’s YOUR boyfriend we’re off to see.” “He’ll have heard that, Niall, you arse. Thank you so much.”

Louis just has time to text Zayn: fuck.

You Can't Blame Me For Tryin' by lululawrence | 5k | Mature

Reason # 38 - Because He Is From One of the Countries You Haven't Had Sex With a Person From Yet.

Louis had been accepted into the study abroad program through his uni back home and therefore got to spend a year in rural Minnesota, of all places, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was still a pretty cool experience, even if it was far different from what he had been expecting. And besides, if he’d been sent to literally any other university, he’d never have met Harry.

#larry stylinson #larry fic #larry fanfiction #larry fanfic rec #larry fanfiction recommendations #college au #university au #uni au #larry stylinson fanfiction #one direction #one direction fanfiction

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thestupidhelmet · 4 years ago

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💖 Hyde, Jackie , Kelso, Red

Hyde already answered Hyde here. :D

Jackie

She draws fashion and jewelry designs in a sketchbook.

She doesn’t like her social circle at school. When she started dating Michael, she discovered that different kinds of people / friends exist. Hence, she spends her time in the basement after she breaks up with Kelso instead of hanging out with her teammates on the cheer squad or friends in her grade.

Jackie outgrows her need to be the center of attention and get external validation via her career since she works hard to heal her self-esteem (via therapy and other means). She chooses a career that, instead, fuels her soul, not her ego (although they’re not necessarily mutually exclusive).

She thinks the ‘80s is the Golden Age of movies. Most of the John Hughes movies -- (although nowadays, we know the problematic aspects of them), The Princess Bride, and all those romantic teen/early-’20s comedies. Until she reaches the early ‘90s and sees Singles, Clueless and others.

She loves ‘80s pop music and hates ‘80s “rock” music (aka hair metal) -- so at least she and Hyde agree about one aspect of music.

She grows tired of the socialite scene early in college once she takes classes about subjects she’s passionate about. She does join a sorority but quits pretty early. She recognizes participating in Greek life is going backward, not forward. Plus with Hyde as her fiancé, she recognizes the dangers of hazing and the cult-like mentality a lot of sororities have.

A lot of people like the idea of her wearing Hyde’s Led Zeppelin shirt (and I don’t dislike it), but I think she sleeps with it more like a stuffed animal she clings under her arm on nights she’s not sleeping in the same bed as Hyde. And he makes sure to add his smell to it (whether it’s his laundry detergent or whatever pleasant smell she associates with it) whenever the scent begins to fade.

Lots of near-future headcanons here for Jackie. 😅

Kelso

He wants to be an inventor/entrepreneur and constantly comes up with inventions, most of them terrible. He even tries to make prototypes, all of them terrible. The year he turns fifty, however, his day has come. Shark Tank begins production, and every year he auditions to be on it.

He and Fez come up with a bunch of weird games only they understand the rules of and play together. They also have a song.

Kelso doesn’t want more than one kid, but he ends up with six girls and one boy. Brooke sues her birth control companies and the condom companies. She and Kelso become multi-millionaires, and Brooke allows him to use some of that money on an invention or two. But she saves / invests most of it wisely.

This one’s gross, but Kelso has a snot wall from when he was a kid. He thought science would someday find a use for mucous, and he wanted to be the first one to get in on the pay-out for donations (sorry for this headcanon, ew 🤢).

Red

He gets emotional at certain old movies he feels an attachment to. He avoids watching them, but Kitty knows his secret. When they come on TV, she just “incidentally” flips to them: “Oh, look, Shane is on.”

As awful as he is at remembering to get Kitty good gifts for her birthday, he is good at giving her random gifts and pleasant surprises throughout the year. For example, he passes by a store and sees a bracelet he thinks she might like. It’s affordable. He buys it and gives it to her. Or he dusts the furniture, as he does in one of her most pleasant fantasies.

He and Hyde have a regular card night together. They also watch football games on TV together. They do a lot of bonding activities Red and Eric don’t ... but they try to do so behind Eric’s back so he won’t feel jealous and bounce another bowling ball into Red’s TV.

As Eric gets older, though, he and Red find they relate to each other more. Eric has more life experience and has become independent, and that helps a lot.

As much as Red complains about Bob, he wouldn’t want any other neighbor -- except for no neighbor at all. In fact, the neighbor on the other side of the Formans’ house is shunned by both the Formans and Pinciottis, which is why we never hear about them or see them. A huge fence is built between the Formans’ house and the other neighbors’ house, and it’s as if they don’t exist.

#That 70s Show #That '70s Show #Jackie Burkhart #Michael Kelso #Red Forman #Ask #Anon #Ask Game #Game #Headcanons #My Meta #My Essay #Meta #Essay

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adoredontour · 5 years ago

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every fic that left a lasting impression with me this year. sorted in order of when i read them!!

buckle up lads, it’s a long one

nicotine by krisstylinson 32k

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

like candy in my veins by littlelouishiccups 31k @littlelouishiccups

Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for

worth dying for by whoknows

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

damn your love, damn your lies by ifthat

“Of course you’d use your free time to go to the gym.”

“Your idea of the best way to spend your free time is annoying your neighbors,” he laughs, dimples carved into his cheeks like marble.

No, Louis likes to annoy Harry. Everyone else on this floor is just an unfortunate casualty.

“No one has complained except for you,” Louis informs him smartly. Which is actually a good thing. If someone other than Harry had complained to him long ago, he would have unfortunately had to stop.

you came into my life by disgruntledkittenface @disgruntledkittenface

When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.

a thousand miles from comfort by littlelouishiccups

In which Louis is a closeted gay actor and a recovering addict with a troubled past. Harry is the personal trainer who helps him get his life back in shape.

smaller than me by checkthemargins

Harry's just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He's young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it's not true. Really.

Probably.

It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that's all Harry needs to know.

escapade (i was late to the game shut up) by dolce_piccante

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

soft hands, fast feet, can’t lose by dolce_piccante

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

oh glory by alivingfire @alivingfire

Harry Styles is Team Great Britain's newest swimmer, and has spent his whole life training for this moment, a chance at the gold medal in the Rio 2016 Olympics. All his training, hard work, and dedication to no distractions is tested when he's assigned to the same Rio apartment as Louis Tomlinson, British gymnast and Harry's childhood crush.

it’s all brand new because of you by supernope

AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean.

this wicked game by cherrystreet @cherrystreet

An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

do not go gentle by afirethatcannotdie @afirethatcannotdie

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

to brim with fright by hereforlou @hereforlou

The only reason he’s here is because it’s tradition. And also, Harry said it’d be fun to make Liam wet himself in fear and Louis agreed. It’ll be hilarious. He’s not an insecure new transfer anymore, thank you very much. It took him no more than a week to insert himself into a group, to get invited to his first party, and to start crushing on someone—he’s not what anyone would call socially impaired. He doesn’t need validation.

have you coming back again by whoknows

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

i put a spell on you by bethaboo @bethaboolou

A BBC/Secret Santa mashup featuring Captain Niall, our intrepid weatherman/amateur matchmaker, rather clueless sports reporter Liam, charming political analyst Zayn, and cheeky entertainment reporter Louis. Harry is the new fashion correspondent who prefers to dress like a flamingo. And pining. There’s a lot of pining.

naked & proud by kiwikero

In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

take me under the blue by objectlesson

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

paint the sky with stars by kiwikero

the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

truth be told i never was yours by justfortommo

(or the one where Louis and Harry have a complicated past, Louis is getting married to someone that’s not Harry, and the universe has decided to have a laugh and make Harry the wedding planner.)

into the badlands

Louis is Q. Harry is a double-oh agent who thinks that making knock-knock jokes around foreign embassy delegates mid-mission is a good idea.

swim in the smoke by whoknows

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

resist everything except temptation by domesticharry @domestic-harry

The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

pray till i go blind by el_em_en_oh_pee

Louis is (kind of) a preacher. Harry is (probably) a demon. Of course, nothing's as simple as that.

This is not a love story.

(your heartbeat) rang true inside my bones by flimsy @flimsi

Harry goes as Louis' date for a weekend wedding. He ends up taking the role a bit too seriously.

i love your demons (like devils can) by ariadne_odair

Harry didn’t plan to join the football team. She didn’t plan to sleep with the captain of the football team. She definitely didn’t plan to sleep with the closeted captain of the football team, who promptly acted as if nothing happened and left Harry a pathetic, pining mess.

alien roadtrip! by helloamhere @helloamhere

roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.

treat mothman with kindness by flowercrownfemme @lesbianiconharrystyles

In which Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn are amateur cryptozoologists and Harry is the creature they find in the woods of a small north-western town. ft. lots of glitter and shrieking and a whole shed full of lesbian cats.

just me, you, and this box of matches by tomlinsunshine

Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him.

close to nowhere by angelichl @angelichl

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

magical soup by gloria_andrews

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson's seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he's made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff's resident heartthrob and class clown. Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea. As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all... and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

sainted taints and velvet vices by toomanytears

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

run like the devil by benzos

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

be with me so happily by briamaria

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn't want to babysit his funder's spoiled lay-about son for two months]

come together by bottomlinsons @bottomlinsons

Harry and Louis slept together three weeks ago, and haven't talked.

Their coming group project is gonna change that.

what this world is about by isntrio @bloubird

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

once upon a dream by thedeathchamber

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

aka. the Medium/Criminal Minds-inspired AU no one ever asked for.

led by your beating heart by missandrogyny @missandrogyny

(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

forever and always by jacaranda_bloom @jacaranda-bloom (again, thank you!!!!!!!)

OR the one where Harry’s neighbour is a crotchety old witch who hates vampires, Niall is the unsuspecting human who ends up inhabiting Harry’s body, and Louis is the caseworker who is assigned to swap them back. How it ends up a love story is anyone’s guess.

sail your sea, meet your storm by kiwikero

The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together.

tangled up in you by missandrogyny

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

i’d burn this city down to show you the light by you_explode

Harry's a sheltered rich kid and Louis's a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry's house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.

sail your sea, meet your storm by kiwikero

Louis is thirty, single, and a bit of a workaholic. He's happy with his life, but then his mother decides to buy him tickets for a Singles Cruise. Appalled that his family thinks he can't handle his own love life, he steps aboard the ship determined to have a terrible time.

That is, of course, until a persistent brunet keeps offering him drinks.

The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together.

bring out feelings in me i never show

“I really think you should stop reading,” Liam says, having moved to hover behind Louis’ back at some point. “I can already see the cogs turning in your head, Louis, and I don’t like this.”

“Shut up,” Louis waves him off and continues reading.

I can do these things, at your request: openly hit on other female guests while you act like you don’t notice; start instigative discussions about politics and/or religion; propose to you in front of everyone; pretend to be really drunk as the evening goes on (sorry I don’t drink, but I used to); start an actual, physical fight with a family member, either inside or on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see.

remember you well by fondleeds @fondleeds

“Um,” Harry starts. He looks out of place. Louis can’t really believe he’s seeing Harry like this, so unsettled, so unlike himself. He holds out his hands. “Should we–. Should I, um. Did you wanna, like, cuff me to the bed or something?”

Louis raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Do I need to?”

i love you most by stylinsoncity

friends with benefits has always been enough for louis. until, of course, it isn't.

ready to fall by whoknows

“Ninety and rising,” Nick says triumphantly, as though making Harry’s heartbeat pick up by thrusting an obscenely attractive person in front of his face is any kind of success. “Louis Tomlinson has just walked into our control room and suddenly our dear Harry Styles has lost all ability to speak. Could this be some kind of strange coincidence?”

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nick denies, except he’s holding up a picture of Louis’ face now, sharp cheekbones prominent, soft lashes nearly sweeping against his cheeks as he looks down, and his fucking mouth –

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

“To be fair, I did bend over the desk on purpose,” Louis’ voice comes crackling in the headphones. Harry practically breaks his neck whipping his head around at the sound of it, gaping at him through the glass panel. “You can’t really blame him for getting a little excited about that, can you?”

#rec

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fall ‘19 rec

re-read:

Pull Me Under - zarah5 (140k)

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

new:

Tell Me When You’re Ready (I’m Waiting) - insufferablelovebirds (17k)

When Harry's love letters to his old crushes get sent accidentally, one of his old crushes, Louis offers to help him fake a relationship but it gets complicated when feelings get involved.

Or an au loosely based off to all the boys I've loved before.

your rainbow will come smiling through - hazkaban (17k)

when harry isn't working at his stepfather's cafe, he's trying to make swim captain and trying to finish all his coursework on time. when he's not doing any of those things, he's talking to the boy he met on the oxford hopefuls subreddit. when they decide to meet, he's elated. he finally gets the chance to meet the boy he's been crushing on! when the day comes to meet his prince, he learns that his online crush is none other than louis tomlinson, captain of the football team and friend of his terrible stepbrothers. now harry has to decide whether telling louis the truth is the right choice or if it's better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

I’m A Man Who’s Got Very Specific Taste - patdkitten (4k)

“Birth control is getting expensive,” Louis repeats aloud to himself, focused on the medical bill he's just opened as he blindly locks back up his mailbox. “I could just stick with suppressants and condoms.” He continued, muttering to himself as he folded the bill back up. “It's not like I have a boyfriend or a mate or anything like that to merit continuing taking them.”

“Do you normally announce your sex life in front of the mailboxes?”

There's a strange alpha in the building that Louis calls home and he thinks maybe he'll make a proposition to the alpha. It goes a bit different than expected.

Love Isn’t Always on Time - messofgorgeouschaos (45k)

Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU.

Sonic Sounds - glasscushion (6k)

"Harry takes a deep breath, suitably embarrassed, “I’m just really...” and he can’t say the obvious. He can’t just say really wet."

Harry loves feeling embarrassed. Louis is happy to help.

Sit Next To Me - allwaswell16 (12k)

Harry Styles of One Direction always gets what he wants. Well, nearly always. What he can’t seem to figure out is why the very fit man who comes to assist Liam’s tattoo artist seems to have zero interest in him. Is Louis Tomlinson the straightest man alive? Or does Louis showing up for every show on tour mean something more is going on?

Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) - indiaalphawhiskey (17k)

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

“I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

red hands - reveries_passions (132k)

a dystopian au in which harry, an ex-soldier who’s escaped from his government run camp, accidentally stumbles across the biggest rebel movement in the country, and louis, one of the rebellion’s mysterious leaders who appears to hate him, seems to simultaneously have an obsession with keeping him alive. or: harry is wanted for treason, niall hasn’t changed in four years, liam is always smiling, and louis is angry. like, really angry.

My Favorite Word - lightswoodmagic (3k)

“Nah,” Niall replied, typing on his computer and gracefully ignoring Harry’s embarrassment. The grin remained though. “He has a pretty specific...type. You could go help him out, you know. Pretend to be his boyfriend.”

Harry choked on the water he’d just swigged, his face brighter red still when everyone in the library turned to stare at him.

Or, Louis’ ex boyfriend won’t leave him alone, so Harry steps in.

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone - 2tiedships2 (32k)

“As we are both aware,” Louis began. “You are continuously complaining about not having the kitchen appliances needed when you want to make some of those random recipes you find online. And your precious waffle maker died recently.”

“Where are you going with this, Lou?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We need to pretend we’re getting married and send out announcements to rich people. Like billionaires who don’t know who we are.”

Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

No Turbulence Please - wetdandelions (5k)

It's just Harry's luck that his rut hits right before his concert when he's stuck on an airplane with his best friend as the only omega. Luckily, Louis doesn't mind helping him out. All for a good cause, of course.

Stay Forever - allwaswell16 (6k)

For the last year and a half, Harry has spent his coffee break at the same cafe every day, not because he loves their coffee, but rather because of the gorgeous omega behind the counter making the coffees. As a beta, he’s sure he doesn’t stand a chance with him, so he goes online to find as close a substitute as possible.

A camboy au

Into Always - jaerie (4k)

Harry finds his ex's knotting dildo and gets a little curious. Louis is more than willing to help out.

The End Should Be A Good One - bannanasandboots (43k)

It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) - flowercrownfemme (3k)

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

Hey, Mr. DJ - allwaswell16 (5k)

Harry really, really does NOT want to go out to a club tonight and be hassled by a bunch of alpha knotheads, but against his better judgement, he finds himself alone on the dance floor, barefoot, with an orange in his hand. This is all Niall's fault. At least the DJ is the most strikingly gorgeous alpha he's ever seen...

spice up your life - bottomlinson (9k)

After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it's spark.

(aka: an incredibly silly modern day love story ft. awkward boners, grumpy neighbours and Cosmopolitan sex tips.)

Falling All In You - dimpled_halo (16k)

Louis wins a contest to meet Harry Styles even though he doesn't consider himself a fan. What he doesn't expect is to win over the popstar's heart.

Floating - Snowy38 (56k)

There's places that you can go to get help. The doctor's, psychiatrists, psychologists and all that run in between. And then there's places that fall on the edge of those recognised institutions. Places that offer the kind of therapy that most medical boards would reject on the ground of ethics. That's the kind of place Louis Tomlinson needs. It's the kind of place he has found. And so he goes. To a sex therapist with an unorthodox way of curing...by actually having sex.That therapist just so happens to be Harry Styles.

Don’t Move In (Don’t Move Out) - 2tiedships2 (14k)

Only one more week and Harry would be living under the same roof. Gone would be Liam’s alpha scent, quickly replaced with Harry’s. All Harry. Louis was going to fucking die. You’d think Louis would be used to it by now, that Harry’s scent would simply fade into the background like Liam’s did. But Louis had a feeling he would simultaneously be living in Heaven and Hell once Harry moved in.

Blockheads (Building a home with you) - bitter_leaf (38k)

Louis is a no-nonsense contractor with a score to settle. Harry is an idealistic interior designer who just wants the world to be beautiful. When they decide to go on The Block, a reality TV show about renovating, they’re not prepared for what else they might build together…

unfinished:

Shake Me Down - AGreatPerhaps12 (206k)

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Fall Into Your Gravity - zarah5 (74k)

AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.

And The a Bit - infinitelymint (159k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

#fics #read #fic rec #mine

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Super Drags review (tl;dr Show Good)

The post where I do my best to spread the Good News, that there exists a saucy gay drag-queen magical-girl animated comedy and everyone should watch it.

Okay, not everyone -- I'll give some caveats at the end -- but definitely a heck of a lot more people than Netflix has bothered to advertise it to.

Look at this! Why did nobody tell me about this??

What is Super Drags?

Fast facts:

It's a 1-season, 5-episode adult animated comedy series, released in November 2018

Here's the official page, with a free-to-view trailer

It packs more explicit, unashamed queerness into those 5 episodes than any other cartoon I can think of

The only possible competitor would be if you took the whole 5000-episode run of Steven Universe and pared it down to a supercut of Just The Gay Parts

This in spite of being produced in Brazil, which (in my broad understanding, as a total non-authority on the subject) is more oppressively, dangerously homophobic than the US

The original is in Portuguese

There is an English dub, fabulously voiced by contestants from RuPaul's Drag Race

It's wrapped in "for adults only!" warnings, not because the content is any less child-friendly than (say) your Bojacks Horsemen or your Ricks and Mortys, but because Brazilian authorities tried to get it shut down on the grounds of this much gay being Harmful For Children

It was (heartbreakingly) not renewed for a second season

Here's a promo video, in which the main characters (Portuguese, with subtitles) play Drag Race judges for Shangela, who ends up voicing Scarlet in English.

And here's a beautiful flashy music video of the big musical number! (Also Portuguese, no subtitles, but the melody and the visuals stand on their own.)

Plot and worldbuilding stuff!

The elevator pitch is "What if Charlie's Angels, but also drag queens, with superpowers, because magical-girl transformations?"

In this universe, all LGBTQ people have magical energy. The Big Bad is an evil magical-drag-queen nemesis who tries to drain our energy for her own purposes. It's like if Ursula from The Little Mermaid was a first-season Sailor Moon villain.

...sidenote, in case you were worried, the representation isn't "cis gay men and nobody else." There's a butch lesbian in the recurring cast, a genderfluid person (in that specific word!) as a one-off love interest, and all the ensemble scenes are wonderful collages of different races, body types, and gender presentations.

Our heroes also fight non-magical everyday homophobes, who get written with scathing realism.

The moment I knew the show wasn't pulling any punches was in the first episode, where a newscaster complains about being Silenced by the Law of Political Correctness, then chirps "however, we have a special guest who is thankfully above the law!"

According to the reviews I've found from Brazilian viewers, it's also pitch-perfect when it comes to local queer culture, community dynamics, slang and speech patterns, even memes. All of which flies right over my head, so here's a post (with no-context spoilers) about one viewer's favorite details.

The handful of reaction posts on Tumblr have a dramatic split between "Brazilian viewers fiercely defending the show as culturally-accurate, uplifting, and brave in a terrifying political moment" and "American viewers complaining that the show is problematic because it's a comedy about drag queens with no perfect role models and lots of sex jokes."

As the Super Drags tell their nemesis (and this is also in the first episode): "How dare you try to turn the LGBTQXYZ community against each other? We do enough of that on our own!"

In between missions, our girls work sitcom retail jobs and deal with other everyday problems. All of which are written in amazingly nuanced and thoughtful ways for a show that also features "defeating an orgy monster with a lip-sync battle."

Detailed character stuff!

Our heroes are Color Coded For Your Convenience!

The Super Drags themselves go by "she" in-uniform, and a lot of the time when out of it. Like the Sailor Starlights, only more so. I'll roll with that.

In blue: Safira Cyan, or Ralph by day, an excitable college-age kid who's built like a football player and squees like a fangirl. (She's an anime fan in the original, and for some reason all the otaku references were replaced in the dub, but you can see them in the subtitles.)

Ralph lives with her younger sister (they play video games together!) and their dad, comes out to them mid-series, and is very shippable with another young guy who starts out reciting the homophobic beliefs he was raised with but whose heart clearly isn't in it.

Safira's weapon is a classic magical-girl wand that casts protective force-fields. Which are shaped like condoms. Because of course.

In yellow: Lemon Chiffon, aka Patrick, the oldest of the group and generally the smartest/most strategic. In most cases, the other two treat her as the de facto team leader -- unless she pushes it too far.

By day she's a single guy with thick thighs and thinning hair, who has some body-image insecurities on the dating scene. And this show has Things To Say about unrealistic beauty standards within the community...not to mention, about masc guys who look down on anyone too flaming or femme because straight people disapprove.

Lemon's weapon is a fluffy boa that can be used as a whip or a lasso, especially when there's a bondage joke to be made.

In red: Scarlet Carmesim, also Donizete, the loudest and most aggressive teammate with the most cutting insults, who refuses to suppress that attitude in an attempt to appease racists. (But will give it a shot when trying not to get fired.)

Donny still lives in her religious/homophobic mom's apartment, and I'm pretty sure it's because neither of them can afford to move out. Her rock-solid sense of fierce self-confidence is the reason it doesn't bring her down.

Scarlet's weapon is a fan that she uses to throw shade. Yeah, you knew that was coming.

The Charlie to these angels is Champagne, who runs operations from a cool magitech compound and breaks the fourth wall at the end to petition for viewers' support in getting a second season.

...we let her down, folks :(

So here's a thing. The show never draws a sharp line between "people who become drag queens because it's a way they're driven to express themselves as gay men" and "people who become drag queens because they were trans women all along." That's consistent with how South American LGBT+ culture works. (Again: best of my knowledge, not personally an authority on this, etc etc.)

Many of the characters, including Champagne, never describe themselves in ways that translate to one of our sharply-defined Anglo-USian identity categories. And I'm not going to try to impose any English labels on them here.

But I can say (in contrast to Safira, Lemon, and Scarlet), Champagne never switches out of her "drag" name/voice/presentation, not even in the most candid off-duty scenes, and still has the same bustline when naked in the tub. Make of that what you will.

You Should Watch This Show

If you have a Netflix subscription, watch Super Drags!

If you ever do a Netflix free trial month in the future, make a note to yourself to watch Super Drags!

It's one of their original productions, so there's no risk of missing your chance because the license expired. But it's absolutely not getting the promotion it deserves. Which means potentially interested viewers won't find it, which means Netflix will think there's no interest, which means they'll keep not promoting it...etc etc etc.

No idea if there's any chance of getting it un-canceled, but maybe we can at least convince them to release it on DVD.

And the sheer gutsiness it took for a group of Brazilian creators to produce this show in the first place -- that deserves to be rewarded with your attention.

In spite of various anti-discrimination laws that sound good on paper, the country has serious problems with homophobia, transphobia, and anti-LGBT violence (warning, article has a violent image which is only partly blurred).

Maybe the creators could've gotten a second season if they made this one softer, less sexually-explicit, more restrained...but honestly? I bet that wouldn't have helped.

Consider Danger & Eggs, an Amazon original cartoon. It was made in the US, thoroughly child-friendly, and restricts its LGBT+ representation to things like "characters go to a Pride celebration...where nobody ever names or describes the quality they're proud of."

And it didn't get renewed past the first season either.

(Note: it had a trans woman showrunner and a queer-heavy creative staff, so I blame all that restraint on executive meddling, not the creators themselves. The showrunner even liked the tweet of my review that complains about it.)

So there's something very satisfying about how Super Drags went all-out, balls-to-the-wall (sometimes literally), all the rep explicit and unapologetic, packing every 25-minute episode with all kinds of queer content that would be censored or muted elsewhere -- but here it's exaggerated and celebrated and just keeps coming.

(...as do jokes like that, and I'm not sorry.)

Okay, there are a few legitimate reasons to not watch this show

Some caveats.

None of these things are Objectively Bad Problems that the show itself should be shamed for...but maybe they're genuinely not your cup of tea.

It does have actual Adult Content beyond "the existence of gay people." This show loves to swing barely-clothed cartoon genitalia in your face. There is, as mentioned, an orgy monster. If that kind of humor is going to bother you too much to appreciate the rest of the show, give it a pass.

I wasn't kidding about how realistic the homophobes are. Opening of the first episode has a guy trying to murder a busload of people while shouting slurs at them. If that level of hatred on-screen is gonna crush your soul, even in a show about sparkly queens flying to the rescue with dick-shaped magical weapons, don't push yourself.

Any fiction with this much crossdressing and gender-transgressing is going to hit some trans viewers in a bad way. Because trans people are such a broad group, with so many different experiences, that Every Possible Trope Involved pushes somebody's buttons. (See also: "some trans readers complain about a storyline that turns out to be drawn from a trans writer's actual life experience".) If this show goes does gender things that turn out to be personally distressing for you...or even just distressing for this specific time in your life...don't feel obligated to keep watching.

It has aggressively-sassy queer characters making jokes and calling each other things that are affectionate in-context, but would not be okay coming from straight/cis people. If you can't wrap your head around that, go watch something else.

Other Than That, Go Watch This Show

For all its big heart, big ambitions, and big gay energy, Super Drags is tiny enough that I've binged the whole show 2 times in the past 2 weeks. Thankfully, it's highly re-watchable -- lots of fun background gags and subtle foreshadowing that you don't catch on the first round.

(Pausing one last time to appreciate that a show with elements like "the high-tech robot assistant is called D.I.L.D.O." can be subtle at all, let alone be this good at it.)

I've also paged through all the fanart on Tumblr and Deviantart, looked up the single fanfic on the AO3, and started brainstorming plans to request it in Yuletide next year. Someone, please, come join me in (the English-language side of) the itty-bitty fandom for this ridiculous, glittery, over-the-top, fabulous series.

#Super Drags #lgbtq #recommendations #recs

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 6 years ago

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Sweet Pea//Big Fun

March 1st 2019. Dear Diary, which is just my inner monologue as I walk to school. I believe I’m a good person. You know, there’s good in everyone, and here we are! I was asked by Kevin to help him with his new musical. Heathers! Hence this format of inner monologue. I thought I’d get in the mood. Anyway, today is the first day of rehearsal! And well, I’m nervous. I looked at the cast list and saw that Sweet Pea was JD, perfect casting by the way. Well done Kevin. Anyway, I have liked Sweet Pea since the students from Southside High were transferred, however as I arrive with ten minutes to spare and look around the other kids that I’ve known all my life. I realize, none of them know me. So how’s he going to? What happened.

“Freak!” A footballer shouts at someone.

“Slut!” Another one shouts at someone on the River Vixens.

“Burnout!” Is heard from the end of the corridor, quickly followed by...

“Bug-eyes.”

“What kind of insult is that?” I mumbled and get bumped into.

“Poser.” Is heard from a classroom, but I’m pretty sure that was from a teacher.

“Lard-ass.” Yep, definitely a teacher.

Thinking back, I remember how tiny we were. So happy and shiny. Me and Archie would play tag, and I remember he would do anything not to get chased.

“Freak! Slut! Loser!” They are thrown around like people’s actual names and you can’t help but shake your head.

Singing and clapping. Laughing and napping. Baking cookies, eating paste. It was mainly Reggie who would eat the glue paste.

“Stuck up!” Your thoughts are interrupted when you realize that you’ve walked in on somebody’s argument. But like everybody else, they don’t notice you and just continue to argue.

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger.

“Sorry.” You apologize when you bump into someone.

“Get the fuck out of my way.” They reply and push past you.

Welcome to my school, this ain’t no high school. This is the Thunder-dome. Just hold your breath Y/n and count the days. Graduation is soon. College will be paradise, if I’m not dead by June.

“Trailer park trash!” A footballer shouts.

“Shut the fuck up!” A familiar voice shouts back and you look up. Sweet Pea is stood just in front of you looking angry as normal.

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...

“Ow!” Fangs complains after being pushed over.

“Just not today.” You sigh.

“Y/n!” Evelyn interrupts your thoughts.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Kevin told me to haul your ass to the auditorium.”

“Sure.” You smiled and linked with her. She may be weird but Evelyn seemed nice enough, and she was the only person who seemed to actually notice you, apart from Kevin. You made your way to the auditorium with Evelyn, who was rambling beside you. Once you got there, the main cast was already seated and waiting so you decided you would sit next to Evelyn. Kevin smiled at you before diverting his attention to the group.

“Greeting Heathers family.” He started. “Before we start today, there’s been a slight change to our creative team. You all know Evelyn Evernever has been helping me produce the musical.” He smiled at her and everyone sighed. “But I’ve also asked Evelyn to step up and be my co-director.” He finished and everyone looked at each other confused. She stood up, and walked towards the front, stopping beside Kevin.

“Yay.” She laughed slightly. “So fun!”

“What? Kevin. No you always direct the musical alone.” Betty argued.

“Which has been incredibly stressful, Betty. Especially after last year’s events.”

“Can we just not talk about Midge, please?” Fangs asked and Kevin nodded.

“Good idea. Let me introduce someone else. Everyone, this is Y/n.” He pointed at you and you waved awkwardly. “She’s helping me plan and sort of direct. She’s a fan of Heathers so she’s here to help you with any questions or stage directions. Stuff like that. Now, how about we do a rundown of everybody’s parts, catch Evelyn and Y/n up to speed?”

“I’m playing Veronica Sawyer.” Josie started with a smile. “Outcast, turned Heather, turned outcast again.”

“Hi, I’m Sweet Pea.” He introduced himself and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Um, I’m playing JD, Veronica Sawyers bad-boy love interest.” He sighed.

“Reggie Mantle” Reggie interrupted. “Aka, jock Ram Sweeney. Gonna bro it up with my bud Arch, here. Just two single straight dudes, doing some theater.” He grabbed Archie and you and Sweet Pea rolled your eyes. Archie and Josie looked at each other awkwardly before looking at Kevin again.

“Given how much dancing there is in Heathers, Evelyn and I felt we should bring on a choreographer, so, give a big Heathers hello to Riverdale’s resident Fly Girl, Toni Topaz!” Everyone but Cheryl clapped.

“Um, does anyone have a chainsaw? Because what the...”

“Cheryl!” Kevin interrupted. “I know you’s two have some issues right now but I really want this to work so please don’t start anything.” Kevin pleaded and she glared at Toni.

“Fine!” She agreed.

“Great. Lets run Candy Store! Y/n! You wanna help.” He asked and you nodded.

It was the end of the rehearsal and nothing had gone that well. Cheryl and Toni went rouge causing Kevin to have a breakdown.

“Everyone stop! None of you are listening to Y/n. She’s here to help. She knows what you have to do. You have to listen to her.”

“No offense, but nobody really knows who she is.” Reggie replied.

“How is that not offensive?” Sweet Pea asked.

“I know a way we can get to know her better.” Cheryl smiled deviously.

“What are you doing?” Veronica asked.

“I’m in the mood for chaos. Time to go back to the better version of me. Before my heart was broken.” She replied, before Veronica or Betty could say anything Cheryl had already stepped towards you. “Come to the party tonight.” Cheryl smiled at you.

“Me?” You asked.

“Of course. You’re one of us now.”

“Oh-”

“Cheryl, do you really think this is a good idea?” Josie interrupted you.

“Of course. Now back off. She’s one of us isn’t she? Why wouldn’t she come?” She asked rhetorically and everyone looked around. “So its settled. Bring alcohol.” She told you before walking away, Betty and Veronica following her quickly. You looked around confused, you were never invited to parties, to be honest nobody knew you existed until this musical.

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You could hear the music from the party down the street so you were not looking forward to how loud it would be when you actually got to party. However you pushed that to the side, you were gonna have fun tonight, so you looked at the sparkling cider in your hand (it was the only thing you could find in the house) and walked into the house, to see that half of the people were already drunk.

“My dad says I have to act my age.” Reggie complained as you walked past him.

“You heard the man. It’s time to rage!” Archie replied and Reggie cheered. Hugging him drunkly before making their way over to the stereo.

“Blast the bass!” A footballer shouted and Archie turned the music up. You were’t entirely sure if it could have gone any louder. Maybe this was a bad idea, you don’t fit in here.

“Maybe I should just go home.” You mumbled and started to walk out of the living room.

“Y/n! Turn out the light!” Archie shouted and you stopped, looking at him confused. He motioned to the light switch behind you and you flipped it off, leaving the room lit by cheap disco lights.

“Ain’t nobody home tonight!” Reggie shouted and everyone cheered, holding their drinks up.

“Can we smoke in here?” Fangs asked.

“Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.” He replied. “Hey! Veronica. Lets get naked in my pool!” He made his way over to Veronica, bumping into Sweet Pea. Holy shit, Sweet Pea’s here. Like actually here, at a party, with you.

“What the fuck dude?” Sweet Pea asked, looking down at his beer stained shirt.

“Sorry.” Reggie slurred. “Didn’t see you there.”

“How can you not see me?” Sweet Pea asked.

“I said I’m sorry man. Shut up.” He argued and Sweet Pea lunged at him.

“Punch a wall Sweet Pea.” Josie shouted and he glared at her.

“Oooo. Or start a fight!” Cheryl added. “Ain’t nobody home tonight!”

“Josie. Reggie’s folks have a waterbed. Why don’t we go upstairs, rest your head.” He winked and Josie rolled her eyes. Reggie wrapped an arm around you and smiled.

“Lets rub each other’s backs. While watching porn on Cinemax! Wait, sorry, you’re not Veronica.”

“Yeah. I know.” You replied and shrugged him off you.

“Who are you again? Actually doesn’t matter. I see Veronica!” He replied and wandered away.

“The folks are gone!” Archie shouted, talking a break from making out with Josie.

“Its time for big fun!” Everyone shouted.

“Big fun?” You questioned.

“We’re up till dawn!” Kevin cheered.

“Having some big fun!” Fangs replied.

“What the hell is big fun?”

“When mom and dad forget...” Archie shouted.

“To lock the liquor cabinet!” Cheryl interrupted and held up vodka bottles.

“Its big fun!”

“Big fun?” You decided you would see what was going on in the kitchen because everyone in the living room was acting weird. However, there wasn’t much of a difference between the two rooms.

“Ok, ok, ok, So its salt, and then lime, and then shot?” Evelyn asked.

“No, its, salt, and then-” Veronica started.

“You’re doing it wrong!” Cheryl interrupted, pushing past you.

“Really? Cause I feel great.” She replied.

“Yes. You dimwit.” She rolled her eyes. “Come on girls.” She pulled them out the kitchen, and you moved out of their way. Standing in the kitchen, alone, you took a deep breath.

“Y/n. You are looking good tonight!” Sweet Pea complimented and you blushed.

“Whoa.” You mumbled.

“Can you pass me that beer please?” He asked.

“Yeah. Sure.” You replied nervously and handed him it. He nodded at you before walking out, leaving you alone again.

“A hot guy smiled at me. Without a trace of mockery!” You squealed excitedly, your nerves disappearing.

“Oh hey Y/n.” Betty smiled at you. “I didn’t think you’d come.” She said and you shrugged. “Everyone’s high as a kite.” She complained.

“Ain’t nobody home tonight.” Reggie interrupted and reached around her to get a drink. She rolled her eyes at him and he winked before leaving.

“Stoned?” You asked.

“Zoned.” She replied.

“Maybe I should quit. I should go home.”

“Hey, is that weed. I want a hit!” Kevin shouted from the living room. Betty groaned before walking into the living room. You decided to follow her to see what was happening, and you were not disappointed.

“Fill that joint.” People chanted quietly. Fuck it, you thought.

“And roll it tight!” You added. “Ain’t nobody home tonight!” You shouted and everyone cheered for what must have been the thousandth time. You looked around the room and saw Sweet Pea smiling at you. “Dreams are coming true. When people laugh but not at you. I’m not alone! I’m not afraid! I feel like Bono at LiveAid!” You said happily.

“Huh?” Betty asked.

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “The house is ours!” You changed the subject.

“Its time for big fun!”

“Big fun!” You repeated.

“Lets use their showers!” Archie suggested.

“Why?” Betty asked.

“Because you can fit loads of people in them.”

“That sound like big fun!” Josie replied. Out the corner of your eye you could see Sweet Pea sigh, and look at the floor.

“Big fun!” Fangs shouted.

“What?” Cheryl asked.

“Big fun!”

“Crack open one more case!” Reggie shouted and pointed to where the beer was, however you were slightly put off them when you saw Archie and Josie practically dry humping on them.

“I think thats what they call third base.” You mumbled.

“Excuse me.” Sweet Pea squeezed past you.

“Big fun!”

“Big fun!” People cheered as you made your way out of the house, narrowly avoiding a girl vomiting.

“Alright, people, listen up. What is Riverdale High gonna do to Greendale High at Sundays game?” Archie shouted.

“Gonna make ‘em go whee! Whee! Whee! Whee!” Reggie replied.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” Cheryl rolled her eyes.

“Big fun!” He shouted back.

“Big fun!” She repeated.

Sweet Pea was sat on the curb when you found him. You sat beside him and he sighed.

“Way to show maturity.” He sighed.

“Huh?” You asked.

“I said I wouldn’t get that upset about Josie and Archie and now I’m sat on the curb outside a northsiders party with someone that I don’t even know.” He complained and you winced at his use of words.

“Were you not having big fun?” You asked with a smile.

“Big fun.” He replied sarcastically.

“Quit it jackass. Get off of me!” You heard Josie shout from inside, a few seconds later Archie ran out looking angry.

“Its your fault she doesn’t want to be my girlfriend!” He shouted and you and Sweet Pea stood up.

“What the fuck. Calm down.” You tried to reason.

“Who even are you?” He asked.

“Hey! Leave her alone.” Sweet Pea defended making you smile slightly.

“This is not big fun.” You mumbled. Archie was starting to shout and you could tell Sweet Pea was trying not to punch him in the face. “Yo! Archie! Emergency! I just saw some Ghoulies sneaking over the pool fence!” He stopped ranting and looked at you before turning around.

“I hate Ghoulies! Where are you little pricks! I’m coming for you!” He shouted as he ran to the backyard.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked and placed a hand on Sweet Pea’s shoulder.

“I didn’t need your help.” He mumbled before storming back inside, you quickly followed him.

“Aw, thanks, Evelyn, but I don’t really have to vomit right now.” Kevin said kindly and gave her a pill back.

“The party’s hot, hot, hot!” Veronica shouted.

“Its time for big fun!”

“I’m sick of hearing the words big fun.” You grumbled and pushed past them so you could get to the living room.

“You need a jello shot!” Sweet Pea said now much happier and wrapped an arm around you. You were worried about how much alcohol he had downed.

“Thanks.” You smiled and took it off him.

“We’re having big fun!” He shouted.

“Big fun! I think we should take you to see Fangs.” You told him and started to pull him into the living room.

“Toni Topaz, in the flesh.” Cheryl noticed. “Here comes the cootie squad.”

“We should-”

“Shut up Betty!”

“Sorry Cheryl!”

“Look who’s with her.” Veronica pointed. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually came.”

“You brought her?” Cheryl asked Toni, and pointed at you.

“What?” You both replied.

“I’ve been here for ages. I’m getting Sweet Pea some water.”

“Likely story. Showing up here took some guts. Time to rip them out.” She walked towards you and you backed up. “Nobody knows who you are, or what you’re actually doing here. If it wasn’t for Kevin you would still be unknown to us.” She continued and you looked at Sweet Pea. Everyone was staring at you and you wished you never agreed to come. “Oh. I get it. You like Sweet Pea? You think because Josie doesn’t want him, he might want you. How Sweet. But guess what. He’s a main part, and you’re just helping Kevin because you’ve seen Heathers too many times. Let me guess, you came here because you wanted to feel like you were apart of something. But guess what, if this was Heathers, you would definitely be Martha Dumptruck. A nobody, who wants to be like the popular people, but fails.” She finished, tears were flowing down your face and she smiled evilly at you. “But lets have some big fun.” You ran out. “See you on Monday!”

“What the fuck was that?” Sweet Pea asked, now slightly more sober. “You do know this isn’t actually Heathers. we’re doing a school musical and you’re not actually Heather Chandler. You’re Cheryl Blossom, and she would never had been that cruel.” He shook his head and pushed past her.

“Not cool Cheryl.” Betty added and everyone else agreed.

“What’s your damage?” She asked angrily before storming out.

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A few hours had passed since you left the party and you couldn’t help but think about what Cheryl had said. She was right, you were the Martha Dumptruck even though she was a great character, but that was besides your point. You decided you would go for a walk to clear your head, and reflect on the last 30ish hours of freedom until you have to go back to school and face everyone.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday, 8am, I’ll be deleted.” You sighed. “They’ll hunt me down in study hall, stuff and mount me on the wall. 30ish hours to live how shall I spend them? I don’t have to stay and die like cattle. I suppose I could change my name and ride up to Seattle, but thats a lot of hassle and I don’t own a motorbike, or car, or any mode of transport.” You sighed, stopping outside Reggie’s house.

The party was dying down but you could tell there was a few people still in there. You wondered if Sweet Pea was still there, and what had happened when you left. You and Sweet Pea had somewhat bonded during the rehearsal, however you were nervous about having to walk him through dead girl walking. You weren’t opposed to dry humping him but you would much rather do it in a bed than on stage in front of your classmates. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you phone buzzed.

hi, this is sweet pea. i got you’re number from betty, are you okay? what cheryl said was out of line. do you wanna come over? i enjoyed talking to you today and i think we could both benefit from talking to each other again.

You read and re-read the text over and over again. Holy fucking shit. He wants to see you! Fuck. Right. Okay. Calm down.

Yeah! You replied and made your way to the trailer park.

Trailer 17 :) He text back and you had to stop yourself from running. You got to the trailer park in record time and approached his trailer. However, you could see someone standing outside one of his windows.

“I need it hard. I’m a dead girl walking.” They muttered to themselves. “Sweet Pea, I’m in your yard, I’m literally a dead girl walking.”

Was that Josie? You wondered to yourself.

“Before they, well Archie punches my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. I’ve got no time to knock I’m a dead girl walking.” She opened the window and climbed in. Slowly you walked towards the door.

“Josie? What are you doing in my room?” Sweet Pea asked confused.

“Shh.” She shushed him. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you.”

“I’ve kinda got someone coming over.” He replied.

“See, I decided I must ride you till I break you.”

“Oh.” You and Sweet Pea said at the same. “Did you hear that?” Sweet Pea asked and tried to look out the window. Josie grabbed his face, so he was looking at her.

“Archie says I gots to go. You’re my last meal on death row.”

“Thats why you’re here.” He replied.

“Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!”

“Ha! Sweet Pea wears tighty-whities. Thats adorable.” You mumbled.

“Come on Sweet Pea. Tonight I’m yours. I’m your dead girl walking. Get on all fours Sweet Pea, kiss this dead girl walking. Lets go.” She whined. “You know the drill. I’m hot...”

“I’m pissed.” You mumbled angrily.

“I’m on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.”

“Josie. I’m supposed to be seeing someone.” He argued, but Josie cut him off by kissing him. He was surprised at first but then started to kiss back and you gasped. You turned and sat on the steps outside the trailer, wiping the tears from your face.

“You know, you know, you know, its cause your beautiful. You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.” You sighed. “So the worlds unfair.” You stood up and started to walk home.

“Lets keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful. Lets make this beautiful.” Josie whispered in his ear.

“That works for me.” Sweet Pea shrugged.

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“Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walking.” You sat on top of Sweet Pea.

Monday had rolled around but you had managed to avoid literally everyone. However that changed once you got to rehearsal. Sweet Pea and Josie had tried to rehearse Dead Girl Walking but it came across as very rigid so Kevin sent you in to show them how to do it. Much to your dismay. Sweet Pea did ask why you didn’t turn up on Friday night so you told him that when you got there he seemed preoccupied so you just left.

“How’d you find my address?” He asked.

“Lets break the bed, rock this dead girl walking.”

“I think you tore my mattress!”

“No sleep tonight for you. Better chug that Mountain Dew.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Wow.” Cheryl interrupted and you got off Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea stood up and held a hand out to you to help.

“What are you doing here?” Kevin asked. “You’re not in this part.”

“I thought I’d see how the two star crossed lovers are doing. Turns out its a different pair. How does it feel, this is the closest you’ll ever get to doing anything with him.” She asked and you ran off.

“Cheryl! Why are you such a bitch?” Sweet Pea asked and Cheryl gasped.

“Excuse me hobo.” She stepped towards him.

“I know you and Toni broke up but thats got nothing to do with any of us, especially her. Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you have to take it out on any of us. Now get your head out of your ass and go talk to Toni.” He ranted before running after you.

“Y/n!” He called after you and you turned around. “Come here.” He pulled you into a hug. “They made you cry, well Cheryl did. But that will end tonight.” He reassured you, and kissed your head. You cried harder against his chest and he hugged you tighter. “You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.” He complimented and you pulled away, your watery eyes meeting his brown ones. “Go on and cry, but when the morning comes, well more like when they kick us out, we’ll burn it down and then rebuild this world again.” He continued and you looked at him confused. “You’re getting that this is a metaphor right? That the world is gonna change for you. Hopefully for me too.” He added sadly.

“Are you okay?” You asked, seeing the tears in his eyes.

“I was alone after Josie left, and then came back, and then left again, you get the picture. I was a frozen lake, again, thats a metaphor, but then you melted me awake. When I saw you in the auditorium while Kevin was introducing you, I just couldn’t take my eyes of you. I knew that you were something special and something that I needed in my life. Shit.” He laughed bitterly. “Now I’m crying too.” He said and you laughed. “You’re not alone.” His hand was cupping your cheek while the other was on your hip. He leaned in, kissing you sweetly and you felt every cliche in every movie/book ever. You pulled away and smiled.

“You’re not alone.” You replied and leaned in to kiss him again.

“Sweet Pea!” Josie interrupted and he pulled away from you quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Can we talk?” She asked.

“Um. Sure?” He shrugged and looked at you. “Sorry.” He mumbled before following her out of the room, leaving you alone. Again.

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“Okay. Where’s Josie!” Kevin asked stressed. Everyone looked around and shrugged.

“I dunno.” Evelyn replied.

“We’re missing Kurt/Archie too.” You informed him and he groaned.

“So. What are we gonna do?” Sweet Pea asked. “We can’t do this without Josie.”

“You can’t seem to do anything without Josie.” You mumbled.

“Are you still pissed at me?” He asked.

“Yes! How could I not be! I thought you liked me, but as soon as Josie wants you, you drop everything. I actually thought I belonged to a group and that people were taking an interest in me but half of you still don’t know my name and the rest of you treat me like shit! I thought you were different Sweet Pea. But you’re just like them.” You cried and stormed off.

“Great. I’ve got no Veronica, I’ve got no Ram and I’ve got no help! Sweet Pea! Stop pissing people off!” Kevin shouted, making Sweet Pea storm off. “Great. Fucking great.” He muttered.

“Y/n!” He called after you once more.

“What? What do you want Sweet Pea? I’m sick of playing these stupid games.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up in Josie that I completely forgot about what was right in front of me and I know that doesn’t make it any better, especially the way I treated you but I am really sorry. I’m just damaged. We all are. Please stop!”

“Fine!” You turned around angrily. “We’re ‘damaged’. Really ‘damaged’. But that does not make us ‘wise’. We’re not ‘special’, I’m certainly not.

“Lets be normal, see bad movies. Sneak a beer and watch TV. We’ll bake brownies. Actually forget that, I’m a rubbish baker.” He said and you laughed, moving towards him.

“We could go bowling? Don’t you want a life with me?” You asked. “Can’t we be seventeen?”

“Thats all I want to do. I know I haven’t been the best but if you could let me in, I could be good with you.”

“People hurt us. You hurt me. Or they vanish.”

“And you’re right, that really blows. But we let go, take a deep breath.” He smiled at you.

“Then we’ll buy some summer clothes. We can go camping!” You said excitedly.

“Play some poker.” He added and you raised your eyebrows.

“And we’ll eat some chili fries. Although, I don’t think we could play poker in Pops.”

“We’ll just go to the speakeasy.” He shrugged. “We could go to prom, maybe dancing.”

“Don’t stop looking in my eyes.” You cupped his cheek.

“Can’t we be seventeen?” You both asked the same time.

“So what’s it gonna be? I wanna be with you.” Sweet Pea asked.

“I wanna be with you.”

“You’re loves too good to lose.” He pulled you closer, and kissed you.

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March 20th 2019. Dear diary/my inner monologue. Tonight is opening night. Three weeks ago Kevin asked me to help him with his production of Heathers, and three weeks ago my life changed. Cheryl apologized, begrudgingly after her and Toni got back together. And now I have a social life. I have also noticed that everyone has started to become kinder to each other which is a plus point! But the best thing to come out of this is-

“Babe? Are you okay?” Sweet Pea asked and kissed your cheek.

“Yeah. Fine. How are you feeling?”

“Good. Nervous though.” He admitted.

“I brought you a rose. For good luck.” You smiled and gave him the rose.

“Thank you baby.” He returned the smile and kissed you.

“You’re gonna do great! You’ve got this.”

“Well, I do have the best teacher.” He winked and you rolled your eyes. You pulled him towards you and kissed him roughly. After you pulled away he smirked at you.

“What?”

“You make my balls so blue.”

“You’re so gross.” You pushed him away from you and he laughed loudly.

“Only cast back here!” Kevin shouted.

“I’m going!” You called back. “Good luck. You’re gonna kill it!”

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imaginingit · 6 years ago

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high school au!haechan

GUESS WHO’S BACK !! in case you’ve never met anyone that embodies SUCH a typical high schooler like hyuck before, here u go ! may or may not have done the quarterback and band geek trope . i regret nothing

oh BOY

first of all

let’s backtrack a little bit and talk about middle school!haechan too cause...,,, dude is a Mess

was the sketchy one in seventh grade that sold like g-shocks and silly bands at the hill in front of the park every lunch recess

had a power ranger lunchbox all the way up until he was like 13 lol when yukhei would be like.....hyung......What.

during the summer when the school staff are making up the lists for the classes everyone’s like

“nO no way he’s in a class with renjun, renjun is the only person he’ll ever be afraid of i can’t have that dispute in my class”

“um. hyuck can’t be in the same class as jisung either...i once saw him try to feed jisung yellow snow saying it was lemon flavoured... poor boy believed him...”

“mark’s mother gifted me a box of chocolates last year with a note thanking me for my hard work and begging her son to be in a different class than hyuck. sorry, guys.”

the principal looks over all the lists and is like UM these are bullshit reasons, just put all of them together, how bad could it be???

ahem. BAD.

every science class starts with chenle and yukhei SCREAMING the bill nye theme song do u guys watch the vlives my GOD i thought chenle was hard to keep up with and nOW THERE’S LUCAS

dodgeball during phys-ed is just haechan, yukhei and jeno absolutely slaughtering everyone

mark has his headphones in the entire time in art class and if one of the guys try to talk to him he just raises his finger and shushes them

jeno and jaemin flirt

renjun, chenle and yukhei trying to win jisung over and then ending up just swearing at each other in mandarin

anyway

has been the football captain since he was at the youngest age that was eligible to even sign up,,,,, he’s that good

always always makes mark walk home with him after practice

so mark just sits on the bleachers with his bio textbook in his lap and glasses slipping down his nose, pages just flying left and right from the wind, bored out of his mind like fUCking hyuck i hate u i hate waiting two hours for practice to end just so you can show me your new pokemon cards at home ffs

everytime there’s practice before school, he’s always the last one to stay on the field, promising coach he just wants to try another long catch

SO because he’s always late this BITch just runs straight to first period with sweaty hair and practice clothes and athletic tape still on his fingers

renjun: you disgust me.

jaemin: here’s my deodorant. and jeno’s. and jisung’s. here take all of ours take it please just take it oh my gO d

loves this sport more than absolutely anything honestly

his entire bedroom is just full of patriots posters and banners

his mom pranked him on his birthday telling him to open the box on his bed with pats tickets inside

ran upstairs crying hysterically and fucking opened it to find a picture of his siblings going HA YOU THOUGHT

resented them for the rest of his life

but this boy also really loves music!!

always performs a ballad every year at the school talent show with jisung doing some sort of contemporary performance

his parents are both fans of old schoolers, like abba & elvis & beatles such, so he grew up with the beautiful combination of football on the tv and ‘mamma mia’ spinning on the record player in the kitchen

during his final middle school year, he performed a version of his favourite park hyoshin song, and finished with the entire school in uproar, cheering and screaming HYUCK HYUCK HYUCK!!! YES!!!

and so he puts the mic back on the stand and runs down the stage to his teammates waiting in the crowd

so excited and and ready to jump into their arms

only to witness a couple of them standing there motionless and checking their wrists, as if waiting from the start for his performance to be over

he sees the defensive tackle of his team, some dude that probably shaves twice a day and is beefed BEYOND belief

“hey man, abt time you’re done, coach wants to run over some plays for next week’s game against yg tech, let’s go”

and that was it

the hoard of guys in letterman jackets pull him into their midst and before he could even complain, they mercilessly make their way to the gym as a group

with renjun, chenle, jaemin, jeno, mark and yukhei all just standing there like ... o ... ok ... we just wanted to congratulate u, hyuck...

donghyuck never brings that moment up ever and the dreamies don’t question (yes lucas is a dreamie square up)

from then on, they notice hyuck’s been humming less and isn’t even commenting about day6′s new releases or how renjun’s grandfather bought a brand new record player from the most expensive record store in their town

donghyuck continues being the school’s star quarterback and having meetings with minor league scouts every week

they know it’s a touchy topic and being as close as they are with each other, they don’t pry hyuck about it and knows he’s the type to hold it in but will bring it up when he has to

but unlike what they all think, hyuck doesn’t explode in anger or spite

he finally opens up on a regular friday night when mark’s sleeping over after finishing a hefty assignment

and mark is surprised that he prods on this topic with, not anger or spite, but ,,,,, fear?

“hey mark.......what if this is the only thing i can do?"

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t want to just be some brainless jock”

mark is a little... stunned... he’s known him all his life and this is the first time hyuck has shown any sign of fear?? of anything???

mark just scootches in a little closer....”you’re not brainless, and this won’t be the only thing you’ll be good at, i promise”

BUT OF COURSE they never speak of it again hyuck’s just kinda like hahahahahha emotions what ahahahah sadness what ahahhahah

but graduation hits and before the dreamies (and yukhei hehe) know it, it’s time for high school

all the upperclassmen know him and think he’s a little shit but love him anyway, so embraced him and all his friends when they entered

fascinated by how much wider the hallways are and how BIG the school actually is

gets lost MORE FREQUENTLY THAN HE’D LIKE TO EVER ADMIT OUT LOUD .

tryouts for the football team are on like the second day

was so excited!!!! to play with his close hyungs and co-captains jaehyun and youngho

coach personally came up to him and was like .... boi it’s so rare for a freshman to be on the varsity team, hERE’S YOUR JERSEY NUMBER AND YOUR LOCKER AND YOUR EQUIPMENT AND YOUR OWN PERSONAL PRACTICE SCHEDULE I’LL WORK AROUND U IT’S OKAY

is treated automatically like the superstar at the first official practice and honestly doesn’t ..,,know how to handle

he’s only always been around his middle school friends, aka people he’s known all his life and who know he doesn’t like being smothered

donghyuck knows he’s good but again, will anyone ever look him past the football?

mark sees all this new attention he’s getting and his heart silently breaks a bit knowing hyuck doesn’t truly want all of this

the football, yes !!! the clout, not really

but hyuck is a freshman!! and knows he can’t speak up quite yet so he endures this superstar status already bestowed on him and forces his uncomfortable smile away

it’s ok !! he tells himself

it’s good to be recognized for something you’re good at ..,, right ?

but as years pass and seniors graduate and championships continue to be won, hyuck slowly climbs up the popularity pyramid with it too

so by the first day of senior year, having just recently started getting close with the captain of the cheerleading squad and throwing the biggest party of the summer break as a last hurrah a few days prior, hyuck walks into the high school doors as the talk of the TOWN

all those stereotypical popular pretty boys you see on tv namely um troy bolton um austin ames um finn hudson um scott mccall um YES

that’s literally him at this point

loved by all students for being a social butterfly and not ??? an asshole ??? to those that aren’t as popular

teachers adore him cause he participates in class and always hands assignments in on time despite his student schedule and always gifts them little holiday baskets at the end of every semester

renjun had junior year chem with him and almost threw his paper out the window when he saw hyuck’s mark

“how are you this good ,,,,,,,, when you don’t even DO anything?!”

point is, he’s at the top of his game

and this year, senior year, the stakes for the championship are higher than ever; with hyuck’s school topping the rankings for the east, they’ll likely be meeting with the champion team in the west for the finals, and coach claims he hasn’t seen a matchup this neck-and-neck in terms of stats, style of play, and pairing matchups in .,,,, years

so there’s absolutely no screwing around this year - losing is not an option

but overall, haechan believes he has his shit planned out: there were assignments, then exams, then playoffs, then the championships, followed by celebrations here and there, and then hopefully a scholarship, followed by graduation and then college, and then it’ll just be the flower road from there

what he really doesn’t factor in, though, is a certain captain of a certain school marching band, swooping in to save his ass for the first time of many,,,,many more to come

it happens on a regular tuesday afternoon

you two shared the same stupid humanities elective class during last period, and it didn’t dawn upon him that a rough copy of this useless visual presentation was due today that he did nOT even know was even assigned

the teacher comes around with her pointy ass glasses and a clipboard decorated in purple flower stickers, visibly softening at an obviously panicked hyuck

“hello, donghyuck, ready to show me the rough copy?”

“well,,,,see i-i um ,,, i”

THE ENTIRE CLASS IS SILENT AT THIS POINT BC

????? LEE DONGHYUCK FORGOT AN ASSIGNMENT?

the teacher kind of urges him on, half in disbelief and half in pity at how scared he looks for the first time ever

he’s still trying to conjure up a plausible excuse, all the while LITERALLY WANTING TO HIT HIMSELF IN THE HEAD

ugh ur so stUPID, hyuck, he thinks, coach even ended practice early last night too and all u did was binge the last airbender for the 80th time AGAIn like a DUMBASS ugh

so there’s a couple more awkward moments of silence

until

“oh, ms kwon! i should have said something, haha we partnered up for this one! i have it on my laptop here!!”

his flushed face whips around and lands on you

in your oversized knit sweater and cute skinny blue jeans ripped at the knee, round glasses threatening to fall from your nose

and a surge washes over him he’s neve r ev er felt before

relief ?? ya, sure. we’ll call it that for now

the teacher looks at you, then back at hyuck with an eyebrow cocked and you steal that moment to send him a nod and stern look in your eyes

he’s spluttering at this point

“ye-yeah, sorry miss, just a little tired and f-frazzled i guess...”

the teacher kind of just gives herself a knowing smile, as sort of a “heh....alrighty then” but walks over to your desk nonetheless

the entire class seems to buy it too, and go back to their white noise chatter

hyuck lets out the loudest exhale before scrambling to his feet over to you just glaring at him with a knowing smile and your arms crossed across your chest

“i’m so soRRY I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME WHY DID YOU JUST DO THAT FOR ME YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO i’m s o sorry i had practice late last night and holy crap it just totally slipped by me and-”

he stops at the sight of you bursting into a fit of giggles and is even more ??? confused ?? hes so frazzled

you: “it’s ok, you idiot, i know you always get stuff in on time anyway”

and he shuts right back up and turns BRIGHT RED bc who even is this person? who’s so cute n helpful

you: “i’m y/n btw!! i’m captain of the marching band for ur team”

and the lightbulb visibly clicks for hyuck

“OOOOH so that’s why you look so familiar!!”

so the two of you chat away about playoffs coming up and the championships the last few years and how it’s so strange neither of you have crossed paths in the pass when you’ve had so many connections

and you kind of just smile and nod at that

because you fully know why

lee donghyuck, captain and quarterback of the football team

lee donghyuck, school heartthrob and teachers’ favourite

lee donghyuck, the social butterfly and the amicable figure in every situation

he had always been there, practicing on the field in front of you as you tried to pry your eyes off of him and run the trumpet section one more time,,.,,,,he was always there, but always so??? unreachable???

you couldn’t pretend you never laid eyes on him on freshman orientation day when he was being stopped by every person he walked by to be high fived and welcomed to the team

and thought wow . his skin? his aura? the way his smile lights up the whole goddamn room?

and you’re in a lot of classes with jaemin and always see hyuck drop by a few minutes before class to sit and goof around before getting lovingly chastised by the teacher

but never reached out to say hi or anything

he was always too unreachable

BUT OF COURSE you don’t say anything and instead just smile at the ground and shrug

“guess that’s just the way we’re supposed to be, you know?”

and just as he was about to ask what you meant by that, the bell rings and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

like w Ow a whole 1 hour class w ur crush and he’s finally talking to you ???? TOO MUCH FOR ONE DAY

you don’t even utter a goodbye but just give him a bright, knowing smile, stuff your papers into your bag and leave for the day

and even as the classmates pack up and the teacher is gone and hyuck knows he doesn’t have practice today but needs to get home bc he promised his mom he would help with her flat tire, he can’t find it in himself to stand up and leave

he’s sitting there processing your words, and just,,,,you

“i’ve really been around y/n this whole time and didn’t even know it?”

suddenly he just feels stricken with guilt and shame and remembers all the time the ball landed by the bleachers and you exCitedly running down the steps to toss it back clumsily

he remembers always smiling back and saying “thanks”, but never quite meeting the eyes of the person

he lets out a grumble and just plunks his head onto the wooden desk loudly

chenle and jisung come bc they were all supposed to walk home together

and just see a slumped hyuck bumping his head up and down on the table whispering “stupid, ,,,,, so stupid” over and over again

jisung: he did it oh my god it’s done it broke him football finally broke him HIGH SCHOOL FUCKING BROKE HIM

so after fixing the tire and helping clean after dinner and finally lying in bed that night

he makes this silent promis e ??? to make it up to u somehow ??

you both wake up the next day, both w each other lingering in your minds, and both unsure of what to do to get rid of it

though hyuck isn’t sure he wants to

you both daze off during classes and stare at the back of the head of the person in front of you,,,,just,,, thinking

and then it’s time for fifth period

and you don’t think you’ve ever speedwalked so fast to a class before

people start pouring in and as the second bells starts to ring you still don’t see his face and you decide getting your hopes up all day for no reason was just stupid

the teacher is about to start the class before the door opens one last time and you see a visibly flustered hyuck shuffle in

right into the seat next to you

what you don’t know is two minutes prior to this, poor dude was in the bathroom rinsing his face and trying to do something, anytHING to get the blush off his cheeks but to no avail

so the lesson today was about families and societies and you swear the next ten minutes felt like forty

your eyelids start getting a little heavier before you hear the scratching of a pencil on paper

he’s marked the side of your notebook with a little “hello ^-^”

you try to conceal the beaming smile threatening to creep on ur face but you really can’t

you’re just a little whipped aren’t u

that entire class is then just spent doodling stupid things on each other’s notebooks and giggling and even had to have the teacher turn to you guys and give a stern look before realizing it was hyuck and just BEAMED

by the time the class ended you were packing your stuff up to leave before he gRabs your hand

“what the--?”

he takes your thumb and places it on the fingerprint scanner before fiddling with something on it

your mind immediately sprinted to the WORST IDEAS

“he’s hacking my instagram right now isn’t he he’s telling my family on facebook that i do drugs, isn’t he LEE DONGHYUCK GIVE ME MY PHONE”

so you start to fumble for it before he hands it back to you calmly,

“i’ll be expecting a text tonight”

and then he’s gone

SMOOTH ISN’T HE

and that was the start of the cutest friendship ever ????

you guys talk about anything and everything, from the colour of your room to his sister’s favourite food to the one time you fell from your treehouse and had to get stitches to the time lucas got stuck in a slide on a children’s playground when they all decided to sneak out at like 11pm at night and had to call the fire department to come get him out

and texts eventually turn into calls and calls eventually turn into being inseparable at school

the boys LOVE YOU and immediately pinned you on their side to torture hyuck together

and as time goes by, all the boys start noticing changes in hyuck and how he would never do anything with them without mentioning your name

like they’d be out having ice cream after studying at jisung’s and he’d absentmindedly mention that this lemon ice cream is the perfect colour of your room and that yellow is your favourite colour

or that the disco ball in jaemin’s basement is exactly the one you have dangling on the rearview mirror in your car

so WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE but the boys respect you enough to not tell you yet bc you deserve to have hyuck confess on his own

you guys hang out any chance you get and it isn’t till near spring formal that he comes over with some mcdonalds that you realize you’ve gotten so comfortable so fast

so you both settle into the kitchen before he opens up the big mac, takes off one of the buns of the burger, to reveal ketchup dotted across the patty spelling “SF? :D” bc the patty was too small to spell the full words, “spring formal?” lol

and you scoff and throw a fry at him bc of course you’d go with him

and your heart’s just racing for the rest of the night

after dinner you head out to your backyard and lay a blanket on the grass to stare up at the stars

hyuck knows a lot about astrology so you love just lying there and hearing him tell you about the lyra constellation and its myths

you spend the night just giggling and laughing and shoving each other around before it starts to get really late and he knows he should be going

but he can’t seem to move

and so he asks,

“hey, are you mad at me?”

and you’re a little,,,confused before you reply, “for spilling jisung’s apple juice on my laptop the other day? just a little, but i’ll forgive you if you pay for my spring formal ticket for me hehe”

he rolls his eyes and scoffs and says, “no you idiot”

you can’t think of why you’d be upset with him, considering it was just a regular night for you two

he explains, “you know.....for not really knowing you before this year”

your heart kind of sank bc you weren’t really expecting it but you also deep deep deep down seriously wished he would never bring this up

it’s silence until you answer

“no, because i don’t blame you for it”

“what do you mean”

“well...” you know it’s a tough thing to tell him but you know he’ll listen to your words

“you’ve just always been unreachable, you know? like i remember seeing you on freshmen orientation day and just thinking, you know, this guy is just something else,,,something i’ll never be. and over the years, i made my peace with that, bc that’s just the situation you were thrust in,,, you know, football and parties and stuff”

and hyuck’s heart sinks with each word because you really mentioned everything he was afraid of,,,,that he was only ever gonna be popular because of football,,,,and that he never really had a say before he was thrust into the social status he’s in now

just as he’s about to clear his throat from emotions and get up to spout some stupid excuse on why his mom wants him home now even though she was probably already in bed, you continue

“but....now i know that’s not all that you are...you’re kind and smart and sweet and funny, and yeah you’re crazy good at football but you’re also crazy good at singing and science and fixing tires and vacuuming and playing with your little sister and making people laugh,,,that’s why you’re my friend now”

hyuck doesn’t realize how long he stares at you after you said that before you wave your hand in front of his face ((”uh dude.....”))

he feels tears welling up in his throat so he just lies back down and makes some nonchalant comment again, playing it all off like he usually does

“mhm okay yea enough with the sappiness i just wanted to know if the geeky band girl hates the quarterback captain like they typically do okay blah blah”

but you and him both know

you’re both concealing smiles as you lay there, staring at the stars

he’s never heard anyone talk about him like that before

and you’ve always known that he was still a little unsure of himself

and maybe this just put this all to rest

and as you both lay there with the sound of your own frantic heartbeats in your ears, you dwell on the fact that maybe it shouldn’t be beating that hard,,,,that fast,,,,

ANYWAY

senior year is going by, and before you guys know it, championships are in three days

your school wins the semi-finals in dramatic fashion, with the winning touchdown seconds before the final whistle

and you couldn’t make it to that game bc of a huge assignment due the next day but hyuck makes sure to call you as soon as he grabbed his stuff from the locker room

“hEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING WE’RE GOING TO MINGYU’S HOUSE FOR DRINKS TO CELEBRATE”

“SORRY DUDES SOMETHING IMPORTANT CAME UP!!! HAVE FUN WITHOUT ME!!”

it was only a beat of silence before jungwoo just scoffed and shrugged, “someone’s WHIPPPEEEDDD”

hyuck just blushes red and runs out in the midst of the entire locker room hollering and throwing sweaty towels at him

bc he knows he doesn’t really have feelings for you, does he?

these past few months have been amazing but it can’t be

all he does know is

how your hair smells like vanilla when you whip your head around to scold him for pinching your sides

how your eyes crinkle when you laugh at some pun you read on reddit

how your fingers get really bad circulation so they’re always cold and red and you have to make sure to wear sweaters during the winter to keep them warm

how you hate helping out the flutes cause they’re always screechy

how you started playing the saxophone because your grandma did when she was in college

how your eyes light up when someone mentions your favourite tv show character

how you hate carrots but he always makes you eat them cause they’re good for you and you just sit there all pouty

how much he loves loves LOVES when you come over to just do nothing like sit on his windowsill and read or go through his old childhood pictures for the millionth time and giggle at every cute smiley one for the millionth time

he’s standing there in the middle of the field with his phone in his hand, dangling by his side, with you hollering through the receiver like “,,,,hello? bitch u called ME, HELLO?!!”

and he just mumbles a “uh i gotta go sorry i’ll tell you about it tomorrow”

and hangs up

cause fuck

he’s in love isn’t he

and he’s lying in bed again that night, knowing that he wants to tell you but he’s also so afraid, cause you’re his best best best (sorry mark) friend

and he’s never gotten so close to anyone so fast

and he loves going to practice early with you so you guys can grab breakfast before

and how he always makes sure to “accidentally” miss a toss and have it land on your head while you’re running a piece

so he tosses and turns all night

before he comes to a decision

he knows the marching band always has practice on the bleachers every wednesday morning, coinciding with the team’s morning practice as well

he rips his sheets off his tired body but surges up and runs to his computer, types in a few things onto the search engine and presses “print”

it’s the next morning, and as you groggily heave yourself up from your bed, dreading having to deal with the flutes and their screeching sharps today, you also think abt hyuck and you wonder why he was acting so weird last night

but you brush it off as fatigue from a long and gruelling game

it’s a beautiful day outside already at 7:00 in the morning, with just the slightest bit of chilliness and dew on the morning grass, and hyuck thinks it’s no accident that the sun decided to come out today too

he holds the crinkly sheets of music in his hands, slightly shaking and profusely sweating, somehow nervous bc of someone he admires for the first time ??? in his life ????

he practically sprints to school, wanting to be there before you do

he spots the majority of the marching band already there and he sighs in relief when he doesn’t spot you

“hEy guys!” he runs up to the bleachers

and he stops for a second before he realizes like ..... all these people look like deers in headlights bc ,, ,,,,,, the quarterback,,,,isn’t here with you?? aren’t you guys always stuck beside each other ????

“i’m s o sorry i don’t have a lot of time to explain and i know its confusing and this is gonna be such a rush but here !!!!”

he hands out the sheet music to everyone there and makes them promise to not let you know about it

everyone exchanges confusing looks ((one dude’s just like ‘fuck man it’s too early in the morning for secrets’)) but end up agreeing anyway and haechan doesn’t even have time to celebrate before he hears his teammates starting to make their way out of the practice room

he runs over to seungkwan, your best friend in band and someone who haechan knows won’t hold his word unless a bribe is involved

“okay look i know you’re y/n’s best friend but you have to promise me you won’t let her know about this okay?”

seungkwan props his clarinet on his shoulders, almost as if he was holding a baseball bat instead and does his best to puff his shoulders like “HMPH well what do i get out of this??”

“if you can establish a secret rehearsal time for tomorrow with the rest of the band where i can come and rehearse with you, i’ll set you up with our running back” bc god fucking knows vernon and seungkwan have been crushing on each other for years but have never had the guts to go NEAR each other and haechan is just sick of vernon’s endless daydreaming in the locker room

seungkwan goes BRIGHT RED before clearing his throat and muttering “ugh fiNe” under his breath even tho he’s finally !!!!!! gonna talk to hansol !! agghhhhh!!!!

haechan practically blows him a million kisses and runs off to the locker room before seungkwan asks

“HEY ummmm but uh why are you doing this?”

haechan sighs and feels he can’t even begin to explain himself without becoming a blubbering mess

so he just reassures him with a, “you’ll see”

hyuck doesn’t come to class that day even though you swore you saw him at practice

he had cancelled breakfast w you earlier that morning and only waved to you once during practice, but again, you credit that to the finals being in 48 hours

you shoot him a “cute bum where u from” text in hopes of getting his attention

“okay but no seriously WHERE ARE U I HATE MS KWON SO MUCH”

and no answer again

you huff and give up and know he’ll message when he has to

what you don’t know is he made sure to steer clear of you from now until the championships bc 1. he’s still not sure what he can do around you anymore now that he Knows how he Feels

and 2. bc his hands are just glued to the sheet music, trying to rehearse as much as he can for this little surprise he has planned for you

so all he does is just send you back a simple “not feeling well, just gonna rest up until the game”

and your heart sinks bc you guys haven’t gone 48 hours without talking since like 8 months ago

regardless, with championships coming up and endless school assignments piling up, you’re pretty well distracted

but you do also silently curse yourself for imagining every quote in romeo and juliet to be hyuck and you

and how every hour of those 48 hours seemed so excruciating and long and empty bc both of you were so busy

so by the time it’s game day, you are restless and in so much yearning for a presence you never knew you needed this bad

but you know, as soon as the game’s over, you can hopefully run into his arms and congratulate him

ahem platonically ofc ahem, you try to convince yourself

you get to the field and it’s already bustling with mascots and spectators and streamers and you can barely hear the sound of the band warming up above all the noise

intros begin and you guys start playing the opening pieces as the banner rips and out runs

hyuck

and it’s like suddenly the earth just . stops

looking at him running out, eyes blazed and all determined and strong made you feel so much all at once, you could feel your knees starting to buckle

and it didn’t really help when, mid run, he turns his head to you and gives a subtle smile and wink before heading to the center of the field

you bite back a beaming smile of your own

for the next two hours, that’ll have to be enough

and there wasn’t a single doubt in your body that they were gonna lose

the game starts and the volume doesn’t dim for even a second

you feel yourself sweating profusely through your blue and white uniform with each toss and whistle and tackle and you swear you’ve never been so nervous in your life

it’s the final quarter and your school is down by just a touchdown and you swear you won’t be able to handle this anymore it’s toO MUCH

you glance up at the stands to see yukhei holding chenle’s head and screaming and jaemin with his head in his hands and jeno just closing his eyes ((”i can’t watch i can’t watch i can’t watch”)) and mark and jisung grabbing onto each other muttering things that look like praying ???

you even spot former alumni, youngho, taeyong and jaehyun, biting their nails and clasping their hands

there’s barely a minute left and the ball is in our possession

you hear hyuck echo a “HUT!! HUT HUT” before he tosses the ball in the air

it’s like time slows down as you see the running back catch it and dash for the end

THE ENTIRE FIELD IS ON THEIR TOES as you watch your team’s defence tackle and hammer people out of vernon’s way

he’s going and going and just before the horn blows for the end of the game, he crosses the line and

EVERYONE GOES INSANE

the horn blows for the final second and once again, you guys have done it

everyone from the stands pours down onto the field and before you can process it, mark and the boys are running up to you and dog-piling you, dragging you into the crowd with them

they did it!!! hyuck did it!!!!

there are streamers and confetti everywhere but your eyes are just straining and stretching, looking for him

it’s just loud, white noise for a second before you hear something behind you

your band is in position and you see seungkwan counting them in for the opening beats

your heart starts to panic to remember if you forgot you had another piece to perform?????

the opening chords to a familiar classic starts playing and before you can even react

there’s a voice in a mic

and the sound of someone singing

and it’s hyuck

the band plays along with him and you’re just,,,,,perplexed and confused as to what he’s doing

until you realize he’s looking straight at you

the swing beat starts to get everyone in the crowd singing and dancing

but you’re frozen in your spot

did he plan this?? what is he doing and how did you not know about it???? you feel hands behind you and eyes start to land on you as the boys push you forward and hyuck starts making his way onto the field to where you’re standing

the crowd gets even louder and the music gets even happier as he’s dancing and grooving his way to you

and then there he is, right in front of you

his voice has you hypnotized and you’re absolutely sure this is a dream

you guys move together to the beat, never taking eyes off one another and you just have an amazed expression on your face the entire time

the songs comes to a beautiful climactic end and you still have no idea what’s going on

the lyrics still echo in your head

“hey, hey, baby....i want to know if you'll be mine...when i saw you walking down the street, i said that’s someone i’d like to meet,,,”

and the entire school is watching ((INCLUDING HYUCK’S PARENTS AND YOUR TEACHERS))) and your head is just spinning, spinning, spinning

he lowers the mic and just leans close and rests his forehead on yours and whispers his words to you

“i love you, and i’m so sorry it took so long but i really really do, i just hope i can make up for all the time lost,”

his eyes are pouring emotions into yours and for some reason you want to cry

his team just won a championship!!!! scouts are probably here, scribbling his name down for a scholarship right now!! and everyone on this field was just yelling and whooping his name a second ago!!!

yet he’s standing here, so vulnerable and nervous in front of you

so you grab his face and swallow your nerves

and tell him you love him, you’ve loved him for so long

all you hear is just muted yelling and cheering and whooping around you before you swear you see a glisten in his eyes as he leans and swoops you in for a kiss

the band is going off and playing some other 80s love tune and there is still confetti just flying all over the place and people running up to you and hugging you guys

but his hand is still entangled in yours and he just winks

bc in the midst of all the chaos and all the noise of being such a superstar, there you are

and he’s sure that’s all he’ll need

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years ago

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 7.5

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic sex, oral sex

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in August 2016.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

The Chris & Ellie Series Masterlist | Chris & Ellie Masterlist

Episode 7.25

Episode 7.5: Desperate for Football

August 4, 2016

Boston, MA

*Beeeeeep* *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep* *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

Reaching over to the bedside table, Ellie blindly felt for her phone and silenced the alarm. She groaned into the pillow as her body complained that it was still tired.

Since she could hear Chris softly snoring next to her, she knew it couldn't be too late in the morning, but she couldn't recall what she had set the alarm for. Lifting her head, she saw that it was 10:28 in the morning and decided to go back to sleep for a few more minutes.

Settling back against her pillow, she closed her eyes and tried to recall the dream she'd been having, but the only thing that came to her mind was football.

"College Football Live is on!" she exclaimed, sitting up in bed.

"Uh! What?' Chris asked, groggily from beside her.

"Nothing, babe, sorry for waking you up," Ellie apologized. She gave him a kiss on the lips then climbed out of bed. Dodger and Daisy followed her as she left the bedroom and headed into the living room where the only TV in the house was.

Turning the TV on, she flipped it to ESPN and then let the dogs out of the house to do their business. Returning to the living room, she was surprised to see that Sports Center was on and not College Football Live. Grabbing her phone, she opened up her TV Guide app and looked at the ESPN listing for 10:30, which showed that CFL was supposed to be showing.

"Stupid ESPN," she muttered as she listened to them talking about stuff she didn't care about. "All I want to watch is College Football Live!"

"That's not on for another 3 hours," Chris said from the doorway.

"No, it's on at 10:30!" Ellie replied. "Look!" She showed him the app on her phone.

"It's on at 10:30 on the West Coast," Chris said. "That's 1:30 here. It's only 7:30 back in California."

Ellie frowned as she processed his words and she crossed her arms. "Stupid time zones and jet lag."

Chris shook his head as he chuckled. "I'm going to get you some coffee," he said.

He returned a couple minutes later with a mug in each hand and gave one of them to her before taking a seat next to her on the couch. As they sipped their coffee, the sports casters talked about everything from basketball, golf, tennis, the upcoming Olympics and every other sports known to man except football.

"Shut up and bring us football," Ellie told them.

"Damn," Chris said, giving her a side-eyed glance. "You're getting really aggressive about your football, babe. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were desperate for it…"

"I am desperate for it!" she exclaimed. "You saw the way the Ducks totally and utterly -" She stopped talking, not wanting to remember the horror that was last season or the way her team had given up a 30+ point lead in their bowl game and ultimately lost. She took a deep breath and then continued, "It's a new season and I'm ready for it to begin."

"That's not what I meant by desperate," Chris said, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "I meant it as in you are horny for football to start."

Ellie's blue eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth to disagree, but she couldn't because it was true. "Yeah, well, at least I don't pop a semi every time -"

"Do not finish that statement," Chris said, threateningly.

"Every time Tom Brady's name is mentioned or his picture is shown on the TV!" Ellie finished defiantly.

"You've done it now," Chris said, his eyes flashing with danger. He licked his lips and then he dove at her, his fingers finding her most ticklish spots.

"Stop it!" Ellie shrieked as she laughed and tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. "Chris! Stop!"

"You know the magic words," Chris taunted as he continued to tickle her. "All you have to do is admit that Tom Brady is the best quarterback of our generation and I'll let you go."

"Never!" Ellie replied as she tried to squirm away. The only result was that she and Chris both ended up on the floor, but somehow he was still on top of her.

"Are you ok?" he asked with genuine concern on his face.

"Yes," she nodded and immediately regretted it when he started tickling her again. "Stop it or I'll knee you where the sun doesn't shine." She tried to put a mean look on her face, but it was hard when he kept tickling her.

"You'd never do that," Chris said smugly.

"Yes, I would," Ellie said, channeling all her inner strength to display a threatening look on her face.

"Nope," he shook his head.

"Stop saying that," Ellie frowned.

"If you were going to do it, you'd already have done it," Chris pointed out. "Besides, you like the dick too much it hurt it."

"Eh," Ellie shrugged, giving a bored shrug.

"'Eh', really?" Chris asked.

Ellie fought back a smile as Chris grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, holding them there with one hand.

"I'll show you 'eh'," he whispered.

He took advantage of the fact that she was wearing what she'd worn to bed the night before--a long t-shirt and a pair of booty shorts--and slid the shirt up with his free hand, exposing her large breasts to his eyes.

Ellie bit down on her lower lip as Chris's pawed at one of her breasts while his tongue teased the nipple of the other. He took his sweet time on her breasts, letting her know that he planned to get even with her for her 'eh' comment.

She was more than ready when his hand finally moved down her body to her panties, but he took his time teasing her through the thin fabric.

"Chris," she whined as he teased her sensitive nub through her panties. "Please!"

"You know the magic words," Chris taunted as he let go of her hands. "Don't move your hands."

Ellie's chest rose and fell as Chris slowly pulled her panties down her legs. She parted her legs, giving him full access to her lady parts, hoping he'd take a hint. She 'huffed' out a whine when his hands found her inner thighs.

"Just say it, babe," he said, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

"The Dick isn't eh!" she said. "It's magical! It has the power to completely undo me!"

"Of course it does," Chris replied as he let his fingers dance over the outer lips of her sex. "But those aren't the magic words."

"I don't want to say that," she whined.

"Say it." He blew hot air across her mound.

"Fuck you!" she cried out.

"I'll fuck you as soon as you say the magic words," Chris replied, looking up at her with a mischievous smile.

"TomBradyisthebestquarterbackofourgeneration," Ellie grumbled.

"What was that?" Chris asked. "I couldn't hear you."

Ellie glared at him and then said, "Tom Brady is the best quarterback of our generation."

"Damn right he is," Chris smirked and then he dove in between her legs, his hands exploring her inner lips and his tongue tasting everything she had to offer.

Ellie closed her eyes and grabbed onto the leg of the coffee table as Chris applied his practically orgasmic kissing skills to her sex. Her cries filled the living room, blocking out the voices of the sports casters as they talked about the NFL.

Ellie's body tightened as he brought her over the edge and she cried out as she came. Opening her eyes as she recovered, she watched as he shucked his boxers and ran his hand over his hard manhood.

Repositioning himself between her legs, Chris slid into her in a single motion. Leaning down, his mouth found hers and he slipped his tongue in between her parted lips. As they kissed, he moved in and out of her.

Soon their mouths separated and their heavy breathing filled the room as their bodies moved together.

Chris said nothing as Ellie's hands moved from the leg of the coffee table and grabbed hold of his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The fact that she had held out for so long made him harder and added extra power to his next thrust.

Ellie cried out as she came and Chris followed with a moan as he shot his seed into her. He collapsed against her, half on and half off of her.

As they lay there, the conversation between the sports casters turned from the Patriots to baseball.

Episode 7.75

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