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raibebe · 4 years ago

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Sugar and Spice

Genre: Fluff? Words: 4.390 Warnings: none for this chapter

Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | masterlist

A/N: Sugar and Spice is a series now, I know you all probably wanted more smut but I chose to write a prequel about how Jeno ended up being a sugar baby in the first place. Since this is going to be a longer story, I wanted to try to do it in chapters instead of writing one giant thing. Later on I will switch the POV but I felt like it was needed to start off with Jeno’s. Do not worry, there will be smut in later chapters.

Taglist: @yutaalove, @byunniebaekhyunnie

Like all the bad decisions Lee Jeno had made in his life, this one started with none other than Lee Donghyuck. The two boys were sitting in the university’s cafeteria where Donghyuck watched Jeno eat the food they had served with a disgusted look on his face. “I don’t understand how you can even swallow that.” “It’s either this or instant ramen again and I am pretty sure my body consists of 60% ramen already,” Jeno whined, trying to wash down what must be the most dry piece of meat he had ever tasted his entire life with some water. “Dude you work like three jobs,” Donghyuck groaned, kicking his friend beneath the table. “Got fired from the library because they caught me sleeping,” Jeno sighed deeply. “You look like you’re ready to pass out right now.” “Hyuck, I am functioning on three hours of sleep and two redbull.” “Jeno,” Donghyuck sighed and Jeno hated it when he used that tone of voice. He didn’t need Donghyuck’s pity. He could do this. He was fine. Well mostly. Apart from the fact that he got an average amount of four hours of sleep, was barely passing his classes and got fired by one of his many part time jobs every few months his life was absolutely peachy. “I’m sure if you talk to your parents again-“ “No,” he cut Donghyuck off, “I won’t come begging at their door. I chose this path for myself and they simply don’t agree Hyuck.” “Your parents suck ass,” his friend sighed, leaning back in his chair, “Pretty sure my parents would throw a party each day for a week straight if I had told them I wanted to become a vet.” “Well mine aren’t,” Jeno sighed and raked a hand through his messy hair. It was getting too long again, his bangs hanging into his eyes. Could he ask Renjun to cut it again? Did he trust the furious Chinese man with something sharp that close to his eyes?

For a while it was quiet between the two friends while Jeno continued to stuff his face with the cafeteria food. He didn’t have much time before he had to go to his shift at a little record store not far from his dorm building. It wasn’t paying the best but the owner of the shop and no issues with him doing his readings there when no customers were around. “You know that we miss you, Jeno. Right?” Donghyuck cut the silence which made Jeno stop mid bite, “We haven’t done anything with all the boys in forever and I am not counting the times we were at the club while you were working and declining the tips we were trying to give you.” “I don’t need nor want your pity money, Hyuck,” Jeno groaned again and shoved the plate with his food away. His appetite had left him. Donghyuck and him had this conversation every other week always with the same outcome: Donghyuck explaining how he was worried about him and Jeno telling him that he was fine (which he most likely wasn’t but he managed). “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to make it to our meets ups, I really am,” Jeno tried to explain and Donghyuck’s eyes immediately went soft, “I just- I’m behind on my tuition again and haven’t paid the lease for the dorms for the last moth yet. I really need to take every minute and hour of overtime I can get and my grades aren’t getting any better either. This will all be for nothing if I fail my anatomy class again.” “Jeno,” Donghyuck tried again, “You can’t keep on like this for another three years.” “I have to Hyuck,” Jeno sighed, slouching back into his chair, “I have to.” His body had been screaming at him to stop whatever he was doing for weeks now and to be completely honest, he was aching for a full eight hours of sleep and not the usual four that were just disconnected naps throughout his day.

“I’m going to make a suggestion and I need you to promise me to not be mad at me, alright,” Donghyuck suddenly said, holding out his pinky finger. “Hyuck, I won’t take money from any of you. I don’t want Chenle to pay for my lease again. That was a one-time thing and I told him that I would pay him back,” Jeno immediately argued, shame running through him. He hated constantly being treated to meals and the thought that he had a debt with his younger friend even though the Chinese had told Jeno hundreds of times that he didn’t need to money back. “That’s not what I wanted to suggest. Now promise.” Jeno rolled his eyes before interlocking his pinky with one of his arguably best friends. “Actually this isn’t my idea. But Jaemin and Renjun brought it up last Friday at our movie night.” That alone made Jeno feel bad again. While his friends had been all cuddled up in Chenle’s apartment to watch some movies and eat popcorn while drinking cheap beer, he had been working in a sweaty club with horrible music that made his ears ring. “I’m sorry,” he muttered under his breath but Donghyuck didn’t seem to hear him. “But hear me out: Have you ever thought about becoming a sugar baby?” Jeno lost all control over his facial muscles and was pretty sure his brain had just short circuited, his open mouth free real estate for the fruit flies that were all over the cafeteria. “No, no, think about it Jeno,” Donghyuck immediately argued, “I did my research and you can get a monthly allowance for at least a thousand dollar if not more. You’d be able to quit that job at the shady bar.” “Hyuck,” Jeno cut in when his brain had successfully rebooted, “In case you haven’t noticed in all the years we’ve been friends: I’m not gay.” “So what?” “What do you mean so what? I’m not going to prostitute myself for some old man just because I need money,” Jeno hissed between his teeth. “Oh my god Jeno,” Donghyuck sighed, “You’re so 2010. There are plenty of wealthy woman out there looking for some arm candy to pass their time.” “You’re insane Donghyuck.” “Insanely brilliant that is,” his friend grinned, “This is literally the perfect solution for all your problems.” “How is fucking some old hag going to solve any of my problems?” “Oh come on, Jeno,” Donghyuck groaned, “There are plenty of sites that let you choose your preferred partner for this kind of arrangement. And don’t even try to deny that you’re into older girls.” At that Jeno flushed a deep red color. His preference about his partners was basically an open secret in their group of friends that he had confessed after a drunken round of truth or dare some time in highschool when Renjun had asked him why he had rejected the confession of a cute girl a year below them to keep crushing on the substitute teacher they had. Chenle had not let this thing die until Jeno had started to date a girl from Mark’s class and even then the boy had made some cruel comments about their age difference. “Here, Renjun found a site that seems very legit,” Donghyuck brought him back from his memories, scribbling down a link on a piece of paper, “Please just check it out.” “That’s a lot of promises I have to give today,” Jeno mused but took the paper to put it into his pocket. “We’re just trying to look out for you Jeno.” “I know,” he sighed, “And I appreciate that.” “You’re running thin Jeno.” “I know Hyuck!” He said, making his friend flinch at his outburst, “I fucking know, okay. I’m sorry I am making you all worry with how terrible my life currently is. It’s not like I am happy about it but you could really stop bitching about it.” Just when Donghyuck opened his mouth to reply something, Jeno’s eyes shot to the big clock on the wall. “Safe it Hyuck, I need to go to my shift.” With that he got up to hoist his bag that was barely holding together onto his shoulder and basically fled the cafeteria. Donghyuck could bring back his plate, that was the least he could do.

Once outside, the student quickly plugged in his earphones into his phone and played his favorite playlist on his way to the record store, inwardly scolding himself for being so proud and not leeching off of Jaemin’s spotify anymore when what felt like the third ad in ten minutes interrupted his vibing. At the record store, he quickly unlocked the front door and put on a random record to play over the speakers before he got situated behind the counter to try to revise his notes from today that were unreadable at best. He had fallen asleep at least twice in his morning class and had to be shaken awake by one of his classmates once the lecture was over. Great. So self-study it was.

Over the course of his shift, he was only interrupted twice from reading the chapter in the book that he was pretty sure he should have brought back to the library last week. But since he really didn’t have any money to spare for the fine, he had decided to keep it a little longer until he was at a financially better place which was nowhere near in close sight now that he was fired from his job at said library. Which brought him back to what Donghyuck had said to him. But him becoming a sugar baby? Jeno really couldn’t think of himself in such a position. Sure, he wasn’t bad looking but when he thought of the word sugar baby he thought of beautiful and petite boys like Renjun or maybe even Jaemin but him? Even though he had lost quite some muscle mass since this shitshow had begun, he was still built quiet broad and had more of a masculine, handsome feel than sweet and beautiful. And wasn’t that was sugar mommies would look for? If they wanted a man, they wouldn’t search for a someone younger. Jeno sighed loudly and let his head hit his book. This was a hopeless situation.

But he guessed having a look at the site wouldn’t hurt and so Jeno ended up typing in the address of the sugar baby site into the computer at work, praying the owner didn’t know how to check which sites he had opened once he’d delete the browser history. The site itself looked clean, mainly consisting of muted pastel colors and black font and accents. If you weren’t signed in, you didn’t get much information on what exactly was going on but the site claimed that keeping their clients data safe was their main concern since very influential people were using their site. Jeno completely blamed Donghyuck and the two redbulls he had already had for clicking on the pastel blue ‘sign up’ button. He then had to fill out basic data about himself: His gender, age, profession and interests along with his sexual orientation. He hesitated for a second when the site asked if he was okay to be partnered with someone of the same sex for a strictly platonic relationship but denied it in the end. Next he was asked to choose a nickname to chat with potential benefactors as the site called the sugar mommies and daddies. Was this where he should choose something cute to attract people to his profile? Whacking his brain for any cute plays on his actual name, he came up with exactly nothing other than the No-Jam nickname he had earned in highschool which really wasn’t cute at all. The only other thing that came to mind was when Jaemin jokingly called himself Nana and Jeno Nono in that god-awful aegyo voice which never failed to make Jeno cringe. Why did he have to choose a nickname anyways? It was to protect the benefactors; he really didn’t have anything else to lose than his dignity. Sighing, Jeno quickly typed in: ‘Jenonono’ as his nickname, only cringing slightly when choosing a password and entering his email address to confirm everything. Once he had activated his account with the link he was sent, Jeno only had to choose a couple of pictures for his profile to complete it. Well this was a problem. Jeno couldn’t even remember the last time he took a selfie where he wasn’t looking like death on two legs to send them to his friends. He quickly scrolled through his camera roll in search for at least one decently attractive photo. He only stopped scrolling when he found photos from almost a year ago before he had changed his field of study and had the fall-out with his parents. His hair was bleached a bright blonde color and the sides were shaved but he was looking good, more toned than he was now and like he actually slept at night. Not even close to how he was looking right now but it was still him, so did this count as catfishing? He quickly chose two photos with his blonde hair styled up and one with his natural haircolor from before he and Jaemin had the great idea to bleach each other’s hair and send them to himself via mail so he could upload them onto the website.

When Jeno pressed the ‘complete’ button, the site showed him on overview of what his profile would look like and it wasn’t even half bad if he did say so himself. He still felt a little uneasy about the whole thing and the fact that he was basically catfishing people into thinking he still looked so bulky and put together like he had looked last year didn’t help. “Come on Jeno, you have nothing to lose,” he grumbled and pressed the ‘confirm’ button one last time. His profile disappeared and the site instead showed Jeno their actual layout for the matching. Unlike other dating sites, he couldn’t swipe through potential benefactors himself; he had to wait until someone actually message him. Great. So he had to hope that his pictures and his honestly not great profile would lure someone in who was at least mildly attractive. Maybe no one would ever contact him and he could just throw it back into Donghyuck’s face how this had been a shitty idea to begin with. Sighing, he closed the site for now and deleted the browser history just to be safe as well.

The rest of his shift went by in a blur of trying to make sense of his scribbly notes and whatever the authors of the book he was reading were trying to teach him about the anatomy of different species and Jeno didn’t even think twice about the site he had signed up for when he closed down the shop and went home to his shitty dorm. The short trip to the convenience store only made him more aware of how poor he was when he had to choose between an actual meal and food for the cat he had recently (very much illegally) saved from the streets and taken in. He’d be more than damned if the kitten he had named Bongsik would have to suffer, so it would be a delicious meal for her and more instant ramen for Jeno.

Back at his dorm room - a single one that could barely fit his bed, wardrobe and desk - the little cat immediately rubbed its tiny head against his pant leg and Jeno couldn’t help but smile and bend down to pet the little creature. He felt a little bit of tension immediately seep from his tired muscles and indulged the kitten in a little cuddle session until he felt his eyes starting to itch. His allergies be damned! Sighing the boy got up to actually shed his jacket and shoes and opened the fresh can of delicious cat food for Bongsik who immediately devoured it. If she thought it was delicious, would it taste good for Jeno as well? Chuckling he turned back to prepare his own food, all this instant ramen might have started to take a toll on his psyche. He ate his meal in silence before throwing both containers in the trash. Jeno knew he had to work on his essay for one of his classes but for a moment he just felt the need to relax for a bit, especially now that he didn’t have to rush over to his job at the library. Taking out his phone, he quickly replied to the group chat of his friends where they were animatedly planning a trip to the cinema on Friday which Jeno had to decline. Not only did he have a shift at the bar but he also didn’t really have the money for it. Sighing he locked his phone again. Well that went great, now he was stressed again. “Bongsik you love me right?” He asked and turned towards his cat again who was lounging next to him on the floor, her belly full with delicious food. Oh to be a cat...

Jeno sighed again when his cat of course didn’t answer. He really was going insane. But it was going to be worth it, he reminded himself again. Once this was all over he would be a vet and able to help all kinds of animals. He would make good money and could pay off his tuition slowly and maybe a couple of years later he could even have his own medical practice. But to have all that, he really needed to up his grades. Especially this godawful anatomy grade. Groaning Jeno got up from the floor to plop down on his desk and start his laptop that made an awful lot of noise while booting up. Knowing that it took the device a good two minutes give or take to completely be ready, he started to go through his notes again before typing them into the document where he compiled all his notes just to have them all nice and neat in one place.

By some ungodly hour in the morning, Jeno’s eyes started to close more and more often on their own accord and the letters on the screen started to blur together despite wearing his glasses. “We should probably call it a night, Bongsik,” he spoke into the silent room, his cat already fast asleep at the foot of his bed. Fondly smiling at her, he saved his progress on both his notes and his essay and shut down his laptop. Jeno didn’t really dare to look at the time, so he just quickly grabbed his stuff for the bathroom and got himself ready for bed in the vacant bathroom he shared with a couple of other students. But at this time it was almost guaranteed to be empty.

Once back in his dorm, Jeno quickly climbed under the covers and plugged his phone in to make sure his alarm would actually go off in about 4 hours. Even though he was dead tired now that his body was surrounded by the warmth of his bed, a notification caught his attention. Leeching off of the free wifi at the record store, he had downloaded the app that came with the sugar baby site praying it would work on his outdated phone which it luckily did. Maybe the programmers had actually thought about broke students with shitty phones just like him for once. Taking a deep breath, Jeno clicked on the notification that had told him that a potential benefactor wanted to text him. Well that was quick. A lot quicker than he had anticipated. When the app had finally loaded with the shitty wifi he definitely not stole from his dorm neighbor (he had set his password as 1234, he was begging to have it stolen), a profile of a woman showed up. She smiled warmly in the picture she had chosen and it seemed to be taken at some tropical place judging by the palm trees in the background. Jeno quickly skimmed through the rest of her profile that only said that she wasn’t that much older than him. Well she was but not to the extent where she could have been his mother - ew. As her job she just had just listed estate agent. Did that pay well? Jeno didn’t know. His thumb hovered over the pastel button that said ‘accept’. If he would press this, this wasn’t just a ‘I’ll take a look at this app for Donghyuck’s sake’ then he was actually invested. But even if he accepted, he was not entitled to the woman. He could still say no if she turned out to be a creep. Hell, he didn’t even have to meet her ever if he didn’t like chatting with her. Before his courage could leave him, Jeno quickly accepted the offer and a new page opened that looked just like every other messenger.

To: Jenonono You’re up late.

What a weird way to open up a conversation. But it certainly was better than perverted innuendos or a ‘hi’ like Jaemin was continuously whining over whenever he had reinstalled tinder. But what was he supposed to reply? Should he try to act cute and coy? Was that what she would be looking for? But before he could even type anything, she had sent another message.

To: Jenonono You don’t seem like the typical boy you find on here.

What was that supposed to mean?

From: Jenonono I’m not? what are those like then?

To: Jenonono They’re not as handsome as you.

At that Jeno flushed a deep red color. He wasn’t used to such blatant flirting.

To: Jenonono I really like the blonde on you but the darker color is cute as well.

From: Jenonono it’s dark right now

As soon as he hit send, Jeno wanted to hit himself. What was she supposed to answer to that message? God he was such an idiot.

To: Jenonono Cute. Are you nervous?

From: Jenonono I have never done this before and didn’t think someone would message someone like me

To: Jenonono I haven’t been doing this for long either. And what do you mean by ‘someone like me’?

From: Jenonono you said yourself that I’m not the typical boy you would find on here...

To: Jenonono Well occasionally there is a diamond between all the rocks.

Jeno wasn’t sure if this was even an actual saying but it made him feel warm nevertheless.

From: Jenonono you’re pretty forward with your flirting

To: Jenonono Am I making you shy, baby?

As if to prove her point, Jeno almost choked on his own saliva, coughing loudly which ultimately woke up Bongsik who threw him a very much not amused gaze. He hadn’t known that just reading the word baby would have such an effect on him. A voice in the back of his head that sounded a little too much like Donghyuck called him a ‘bottom bitch’. Biting his lip he contemplated whether he should flirt back. Up until now it was fun talking to her. And he still had nothing to lose.

From: Jenonono What if I maybe blushed just the smallest bit?

To: Jenonono You’re so cute. I’m glad I found you. But you should go sleep, baby. It’s late already.

From: Jenonono shouldn’t you be asleep as well then?

To: Jenonono I just came back from a long flight and my bed seems a little lonely.

Was this his chance to get a little flirtatious himself? Was she testing him?

From: Jenonono would you want me there with you? so it’s not as lonely?

To: Jenonono That does sound very tempting, baby boy. Let me take you out for a meal before I take you to bed.

Jeno’s breath caught in his throat for a little before he broke out in little giggles. He had completely forgotten how good it felt to feel wanted between all the stress that his life currently was. Maybe but just maybe Donghyuck had been right and this truly could be the solution for many of his problems.

From: Jenonono is that an invitation?

To: Jenonono How does lunch tomorrow sound like baby? I’ll treat you to something delicious.

Gnawing at his thumb, Jeno read the message over and over. He didn’t even know the woman. Meeting up with her might be a risk. For all he knew she could be a serial killer.

To: Jenonono I know this is sudden. But I want to get to know you better. Face to face. Not just over a stupid text box.

Taking a deep breath, Jeno took all his courage and replied with shaking fingers.

From: Jenonono I have a little break between my last class of the day and before I have to go to my part time job.

To: Jenonono There is a cute little bistro not too far from where I remember the main dorm buildings were. [link attached]

Clicking on the link, a website opened and showed him a French-style bistro that judging by the address was right between his dorm and the record shop. He should be able to do it. Curiously he clicked on the menu and immediately regretted it. The prices were ridiculous. For the price of a simple piece of bread, he could easily feed Bongsik and himself for two days.

From: Jenonono isn’t this a little too much?

To: Jenonono Let me spoil you, baby. Just tell me the time and I’ll make sure that I can be there.

From: Jenonono would around one work for you?

To: Jenonono I’ll be there. I’m looking forward to meeting you. Now sleep tight and have sweet dreams, baby.

From: Jenonono maybe I’ll even dream of you

Screaming into his pillow, Jeno threw his phone away. He couldn’t believe that he just send that. Quickly grabbing his kitten, he pressed his face into her soft fur while she struggled in his hold. “Bongsik I have a date,” he whispered, “An actual date. With a potentially very rich woman. I can’t believe I actually did that.”

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sweeethinny · 4 years ago

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Brothers

none of this makes sense, I didn’t make a good ending, so .... I’m sorry I wanted to write this, but it wasn't getting any better, so I made these little moments during the years of James and Albus, I hope you like it i'm sorry for not making sense, or for mistakes, I just needed to get it out of my mind

(James and Albus are 2 years apart, so in the fight scene James is 15 and Albus 13 - and it happens in the same year that Lily enters Hogwarts -, and in the final scene, James is 17 and Albus 15)

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When James went to Hogwarts, Albus felt alone.

It was strange, because he always had James in the next room, ready to play with him or just piss him off, Albus had a friend at all hours of the day, but then, he went to Hogwarts and he came back talking about friends that he had done it there, and everything incredible that happened there, and Albus was alone and jealous.

He lost James to those stupid friends of his.

When Albus went to Hogwarts, he was angry with James.

At Hogwarts, James was not his older brother, who liked to race with him and loved to talk to him and make jokes. James, in addition to having his own friends, James seemed to be famous, even though he did nothing. People always seemed to sit down and listen to whatever shit he or his friends were talking about, and the worst part is that Albus realized that they loved all that attention.

When Lily entered Hogwarts, Albus wanted to break James' nose.

Albus was seeing a boy. A Ravenclaw boy who didn't want anyone to know about them. But Albus also wanted to keep it a secret, so it was no big deal. However, James was always on the way.

He and Greg agreed to flee to Hogsmeade together, but of course James was close by and saw him running away, and of course he followed. But in the end it was good, because their father was in Hogsmeade and if it weren't for James and the cloak, they would have been caught.

Later, back at Hogwarts, James even had the courage to yell at Albus about him being irresponsible! James! The same boy who got into trouble almost every week.

Albus had been so angry that if it weren't for Mira to intervene to warn that Harry was at school looking for James, Albus would have broken his brother's nose. How could he think he had a right to intervene in what he did? To say what was right and wrong? James liked girls, he had seen his brother kissing some in the halls, he would never have to worry about the things that Albus worried about. He didn't need to be afraid to talk about who he liked with his parents. His father had even talked to James about girls.

James was normal.

When James broke Greg's nose, Albus felt guilty.

James, as always, was out of the castle that night with his friends, he saw when Greg attacked Albus, when he fell like an idiot to the ground, and he went to help him.

James didn't tell anyone about what Greg had called him. He didn't even joke later, when Minerva sent them home for the weekend. James had a bruised eye and cheek, and Albus's jaw was aching like never before, and even when his father yelled at them, James said nothing.

'Who was in Hogsmeade that day?' Harry asked, and for a second Albus thought James was going to tell the truth, but for some reason, he said:

'Me.' And Albus thought he had never seen his brother so embarrassed and looking so sad when his father said he was disappointed in him.

'You lied to me.'

When James defended Albus, he was stupidly moved.

Their father had been injured and had gone to the Hospital, the three were called by their mother, because Harry had asked for them there. He was in terrible shape, half of his face was bandaged, James and Lily cried when they saw their father in that state, Albus however was paralyzed on his mother's side.

James asked Albus to tell their parents that he was gay, sometime soon, saying that no, they would not fight with him or throw him out of the house. Seeing his father like that, looking so fragile and so hurt, Albus wanted to throw up, thinking that he could have died without knowing the truth. James never told him why he had hit Greg.

'I'm gay,' he said, awkwardly, and his parents looked at him as if Albus had said that he had found a diamond mine in his room.

He was afraid, so afraid that he went to James' side, who had come out of his father's embrace. Nobody said anything for a while, and Albus thought it had been a bad idea, he should have been quiet.

'Why are we quiet?' James said, nervous. ‘It isn’t a horrible thing what Albus said, you don't need to be like this.’ He didn’t even seem to be breathing. 'He's still the same Albus, boring and stubborn, as usual, and just because he kisses boys doesn't mean anything. And if you two think this is a big deal, I'm going to disinherit myself, because Daddy was excluded his whole life for being different, and I think the Potter know what it's like to be alone, so I don't see any point in making Albus feel like that.' James put his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. 'I think Al deserves our support, and he has my full support. I punched Greg in the face for talking shit, and I would do it again, even if it’s someone twice my size.’

Albus blinked his tears away when his mother hugged him, and when his father called him in for a hug. They were not angry, ‘We would never be angry about that, regardless of who you kiss or how you see yourself, we still love you very much.’, And Albus felt a lot more relaxed and free when that weight came off his shoulders.

'Please call us if someone says something to you. You have a very beautiful face to be hurt by punches.’ Ginny said, filling him with kisses, tears falling down her face.

When James told him that he was dating, Albus wanted to laugh.

It was so obvious that he and Mira had been dancing around each other for months, and every time he saw them together, full of little secrets and smiles, Albus knew they would end up dating.

He and Lily even bet when James would tell the news, Lily who won.

'James doesn't know how to keep a secret.' She said, laughing. 'And he seemed very nervous when I saw him and Mira together near the Astronomy Tower.'

When James asked Albus to go out with him and his friends, he felt important.

They went to Piper's house, together.

Albus felt much older that night, along with James' friends, listening to them talking about girls and boys, and playing video games with them. Michael always asked Albus' opinion if he was quiet for a long time.

‘Any boy on your radar, mini Potter?’ Piper asked, handing him the packet of snacks. 'Pretend your boring brother is not here, and tell us about the Slytherins. Hot or not?’

But when they smoked together, Albus felt that they had reached a new level of friendship between siblings.

Usually Scorpion didn't like being around James on vacation, and Albus knew that he hadn't fully overcome his crush on Mira, and it seemed that James knew it too, because he never talked about girls as much as he talked to Scorpion around.

'It's to irritate you,' he said for the thousandth time. 'He never talks about it, but he knows it will piss you off, so he does.'

James was lying on the floor in the living room, smoking a joint and laughing at something Michael had said, something that involved girls. Scorpion grimaced, and Albus thought his friend really didn't understand what it was like to have an older brother.

‘Sloan, you need to learn to talk to girls, or you’ll be forever comparing their hair to that poisonous flower,’ James said, his voice slightly curled from the marijuana.

'I need to learn? Don't be an asshole, Potter, if it weren't for Hazel you would never have started dating,' Piper snapped, taking the cigarette from James' hand and swallowing, green eyes, which were naturally clear, now dark. ‘And Blanca liked my poem.’

'I would never have agreed to go out with you.' Michael was sitting in the armchair, his feet dangling from the arms of the chair while he was leaning on the other arm, devouring the rest of the ice cream that was in the jar.

'Of course you would, you already kissed me, why wouldn't you accept it?' Piper asked, pushing the cigarette to Albus. ‘Do you want to try, mini Potter?’

‘Albus doesn’t smoke,’ James said, staring at his brother with the eagle eyes very much like the ones his mother gave them when they fought.

'Stop it, James. Albus you can smoke, if you want.' Michael smiled at him, blinking. 'If you don't want to, mini Malfoy can try.' Scorpius looked at Albus, seeming to be talking to him mentally.

'I never smoked,' Scorpius said, looking at the other boys in the room, but Piper didn't seem to mind because he kept the cigarette stretched out for both of them.

‘Take it or leave it, if you don’t want it, I won’t offer it again.’

'You two don't have to do this,' James said, now sitting on the floor.

'But what if I want to?' Scorpius asked, looking more cheeky than usual, and Albus almost laughed at the grimace that James made.

'Then smoke. But I am only responsible for my brother.'James raised his hands, facing the two who were sitting on the other side of the sofa. ‘If you fall, I won’t get you up.’ He would, Albus knew that, but James would never admit it.

'Okay.' Scorpius shrugged, taking the cigarette out of Piper's hand and putting it in his mouth, all attention turned to him. ‘Al?’ He looked at Albus, the joint in his hand, the smoke coming out of his lips as his pupils seemed to dilate a little.

'Will you lift me if I fall?' Albus asked, just to annoy James, taking the cigarette between his fingers. His brother laughed, lying on the floor again.

'I always get you up, Al.'

#hinny #hp next gen #james sirius #albus severus potter #next gen harry potter #ocs

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Requested by anon: I saw you write posts with male readers, so I was hoping you’d write this idea: Tommy Shelby’s son being gay??? I’d love to see what you come up with, i fucking love your writing!!!! 😘😘😘

Pairing: Thomas Shelby + Son!Shelby!Reader, Shelby + Gray Family + Nephew!Shelby!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, ADA BEING THE BEST AS USUAL, mention of homophobia, indications of smut, slight angst, I think that’s it

Words: 1699

Key: 'Cause I’m too lazy to think of a name, B/n = boy’s name or boyfriend’s name

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Y/n Shelby, the son of Thomas Shelby, was a person who kept to himself. It intrigued many residents of Small Heath, but few were lucky to learn why. His family didn’t even know, but they were to find out soon enough, one way or another.

He was handsome, smart, kind, practically had all of the young women wrapped around his finger. Only eighteen but brave enough to take on the world himself. It was a wonder to almost everyone how the Y/n Shelby had yet to find himself a woman.

The truth was, Y/n had an attraction to people the same sex as himself. And male on male relationships weren’t something a lot of people accepted, so Y/n kept his secret with his social life; if he didn’t talk to a whole lot of people, he didn’t have many people to tell.

Of course, it couldn’t have been that easy. He knew that. His whole family taught him that. When something seems to easy, there’s bound to be a price for it’s doing.

Steal a car with no distraction or extra people required? Someone’ll find out soon. That or, you’ll crash or something. Why? Because there is always, always, a price.

No price had shown up so far, and it was making Y/n nervous, anxious even. Y/n had a lover now, for months, and they were doing alright. No one found out, no one hurt them, it was completely fine. But they’d both be lying if they said neither of them was worried.

They hadn’t even came out to their families! Y/n was the one with the most to lost in this situation, the most to be scared about. What if-

“Y/n?” Tommy snapped his son out of his trance-like-state. “I’ll be going somewhere with your uncles. Here’s some money,” he dropped said money into his hand, “ask Pol if you need anything. I’ll call you when I get to where I need to be, alright?”

“Yes sir, I understand.” Y/n smiled at his father, gripping the money tightly. He walked over and gave him a hug, “Bye, dad.”

“Goodbye, son. I’ll call you, so be ready!” Tom was running out the door, yelling to his oldest child as he approached the car. The two waved to each other until the car took off.

Right after the vehicle was out of sight, Y/n raced to the phone, dialing the one number he’d been waiting all week to call. “Y/n?” The voice of his beloved came through.

“B/n! Is he gone?”

“Yes, he’ll be gone for a while. Can you come over?” They talked for a few minutes, speeding through their conversation with excitement. He was eager to have his lover over after not being able to for so long. It was almost a full two months since they’d been together, the lack of intimacy being no exception.

So there they were, together after a small, quick, phone-call. In bed, lying with limbs tangled together, sweat slick on their bodies, a vulnerable moment for the two. A vulnerable sight to walk in on. And unfortunately, that’s just what happened.

Polly was just checking on Y/n, as he didn’t answer the phone like he’d promised. Tommy called her with worry, begging her to make sure his boy was okay. She argued, “he’s an adult now,” but he continued begging and begging, just needing to know his son was okay.

Opening the door to Y/n’s room, Polly released a gasp, widening her eyes upon the sight she had been greeted with. The two were covered, thankfully, but still found in the same bed, very obviously naked.

“P-Pol it’s not what it- um... it’s not what it looks-”

“I think it is what it looks like, Y/n. And I think your guest should leave so you can explain to your father that this is why you missed his call when he returns.” Her eyes were still wider than Y/n had ever seen them and her breathing was off due to the unintentional scare.

Y/n clasped his hands over his face. “Fuck...” He’d forgotten about the call.

“S-sorry.” B/n kept his head down as he slid his trousers on, grabbing the rest of his clothes when he got off the bed, and ran past Polly to get to the front door.

“Pol-”

“No. Don’t ‘Pol’ me right now. This is... you have no idea how.. how... how frightened your father was when you didn’t pick up! He demanded I come to check on you and this is what I see!”

“Are you ashamed?”

Polly blinked. “What?”

“Are you ashamed of me? Your great-nephew being a homosexual?”

“I-” She inhaled sharply, “I’m more disappointed in the fact that you didn’t trust us enough to let us know. Aside from that, I can’t think right now. Meet us in the family room when Tom arrives.” Polly closed the door behind herself, walking down to the same room she spoke of.

Y/n sighed, his head hitting the bed behind him with a soft ‘thud’. How was he going to explain this to his father?

“So, Pol says you have something to tell us.” Tommy sat down, confused due to his lack of information on the matter.

“I um...”

Polly, from the seat next to Y/n, rested her hand over Y/n’s. “You don’t have to tell them about that quite yet. Do that on your own time. For now, just explain the reason why you missed the call however you please, alright?” She whispered into his ear, expressing her change of heart since the last few hours.

“No...I have to.” He smiled at his great-aunt. “The secret’s out anyways.”

“What secret are you talking about, Y/n?” Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, laced with uncertainty.

“Well...I missed your call because I had someone over-”

“Your boy’s finally done it!” Arthur cheered, raising his drink with John, the two chaotically drunk as always. “See, Tom, told you it couldn’t’ve been bad!”

Thomas studied his son, the hesitation still present on his expression. “No. Let him finish.”

“But- he just-”

“Arthur. Tommy’s right, there’s something else, I can see it too.” Ada rested her hand on her nephew’s shoulder. The look in her eyes was heartbreaking, causing Y/n’s heart to speed up faster than it already was. He couldn’t cope if he’d hurt his family, let alone his sweet aunt, the most supportive of the bunch.

“I...It wasn’t with a girl.” He waited, allowing the sentence to be processed by each person. “It was with a-”

“Another male.” Tommy looked at the ground.

“Shit...” Arthur and John stopped celebrating, sobering almost immediately if it were possible.

The three remained quiet. Silence created the worst tension Y/n had ever felt, and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. Until Ada interrupted, cutting it with words like scissors.

“Could you three just get over yourselves already! Y/n has just told us something that he obviously has had a lot of trouble telling another person! Something he trusts us with, and all you do is be quiet?” She scoffed at her brothers, standing up and walking to her nephew. “Come, love.”

Sitting on his bed, Y/n told his aunt about his boyfriend. The stuff he loved about him, what he was like, how much he loved him. Ada felt special, for the first time, over joyed with how close she’d gotten to her nephew in just a few minutes.

“Ada?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

He kept his head down, similar to his father’s in the family room. “Do you think my dad hates me?”

“No... I think it’s just taking him time to process... you know? A bit hard for him to process in a couple minutes. You’re his son, someone he loves more than anything in the world, and to learn something that big... he loves you, okay?” Y/n looked at Ada, the tears starting to stream down her cheeks creating an ache in his heart.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled his aunt in for a hug. When they pulled away, he thought for a second, “Do you, support me, aunt Ada? Even if my dad doesn’t?”

“Do I support you? I had a gay roommate, Y/n! ...Of course I... Your father and that man, they worked together at one point. He didn’t care that he liked men. So that’s why I have complete faith that Tom will come around. I promise, we all love you, so so much.”

“She’s not wrong.” Y/n and Ada’s heads turned towards the door. Tommy walked in, hand in his pockets and a small smile on his lips.

“How long have you been-”

“Long enough. Ada, can I please I have a moment with my son?”

She nodded, hugging Y/n one more time before standing to leave. As she walked past Thomas, she leaned next to him to whisper before she left the room completely. “If you hurt him in any way, I will not hesitate to invite him to live with me, nor will I think twice about ruining your fucking life, Tom.”

“Y/n... I admit, it’s hard to process, but your aunt is right. Yes, you’re attracted to males, sexually and romantically, and yes, it’s is a hard thing for me to think about-”

Y/n rolled his eyes, thinking it was going to be the same old “subtly-homophobic” talk parents these days gave their gay children, but Tommy caught on quickly, “but that changes nothing. Nothing in this world could make me hate you or stop loving you. You are my son. You like men? So be it. Invite him to a family dinner next week if you’d like-”

“Wait really?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

Y/n studied his father, smiling and hugging him tightly. Tommy’s smile returned, his arms mirroring his son’s movements and pulling his son into him.

The door creaked open, the two drunken uncles ready to say the same when they, and Polly, saw the father-son moment. The hug bringing a smile to Pol’s face as it did to Tommy and Y/n’s. She hushed her nephews as she shooed them from the room and closed the door, listening as the words left Tommy’s mouth again and again.

“This changes nothing.”

Supportive Ada comes back to defend the gays again! I love her so fucking much oh my god- anyways! How do you guys feel about a series? I know it may sound funny at first, but think about it; Ada being the cool aunt she is with her gay nephew?

Feel free to send ideas! And speaking of sending ideas- feel free to send some requests for Elizabeth!

Also like- listen- if Ada isn’t a lesbian, bi or pan, curious, or any part of the LGBTQ+ community, she’s an ally. Like, it’s the truth- and it’s cannon

✘ Bowie

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thesmokingguns · 4 years ago

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Wendy and The Lost Boys Chapter 10

He was going to have to wake her up soon so that they would make the plane ride back to Los Angeles but she was asleep on top of him, her head on his chest and seemed so at peace that he couldn’t be the monster to wake her up. Plus he had been true to his word and she had only fallen asleep a couple hours ago. She shifted slightly, her hands sliding up and resting in his hair. Nikki was feeling sentimental with her laying on him and not the usual claustrophobia of being with someone. How was he going to move in with Lita when he had just had a night like that with Sasha? She had done something impossible by having him feel relaxed and like himself. He didn't have to think of the right responses or put on this rock and roll persona. She wanted him as he was, with or without the frills. It was this refreshing realization that he didn’t have to try with Sasha to be anyone but who he was. He could talk to her about things outside of music and he liked having that. A soft yawn took him out of his thoughts and he saw her smiling up at him.

“I fell asleep.” She said it was obvious but he still nodded his head, his fingers running through her blonde hair, “One more shower together and then we can get on the plane?” Nikki grinned, liking how he thought and practically dragging her to the bathroom.

For most of the flight Nikki had watched amused as Sasha shifted in her seat trying to get comfortable but not being able to find the sweet spot. She was wearing one of his shirts, a jean jacket, her eyes hidden under sunglasses, white socks, keds, and a deep burgundy lipstick. He watched her head to the bathroom for what felt like the seventh time of the flight and decided he better check on her to make sure that she was okay. He did a quick glance around and saw Tommy had passed out on Mick’s shoulder which would be a huge issue if Mick wasn’t also fast asleep. However, Vince’s eyes were following him with a smile on his face as he saw what Nikki was going to do.

“Are you okay, angel?” he asked as he knocked on the door. She reached out a hand pulling him into the small space. Nikki nearly fell over but there wasn't even enough space to do that. She gave him a look and he smiled at her, “Did you set up a plan to lure me in here?” he asked, smiling as he leaned down to kiss her. Her hands were around him as they kissed and when they pulled apart she was holding the bandana he had been wearing. She tied it around her to cover some of the bruises that he had left all along her neck. Nikki wished she’d leave them uncovered, he liked looking across and seeing her fingers absentmindedly touching the places he had been kissing last night.

“As much as I would like to fist fight your girlfriend at the airport, I don’t think it would be a fair fight since someone didn’t let me sleep last night.” He didn't like her bringing up Lita but it was the reality of the situation they’d be going into. Nikki lifted her up pressing her against the wall easily. “We land in a half hour so you have ten minutes to get us into the mile high club, Sixx.” she said with a smile. He didn’t need her to say another thing about that.

Sasha had expected to see Lita at the airport and she was very surprised to see Len standing with a bouquet of roses, shifting from foot to foot as he waited for what she expected was her. When he caught sight of her he did a wave, hoping she’d notice him and come over. She had wanted to turn to look at NIkki and see his reaction but she just made her way over to him, letting him wrap her in a hug, wondering if he could smell Nikki all over her.

“Sugar Pie, I’m so glad you’re back. I hope you don’t mind but I asked your mother where you were and she told me about you flying back in.” he was looking at her with these clear eyes that made her almost feel guilty about the last 24 hours she had. He pressed the flowers into her hand, leaning in to whisper, “Can we go and talk somewhere? I think we need to open up about a few things.” her eyebrow shot up wondering what the hell that could mean but she just nodded her head. He must know about her and Nikki if he was talking about opening up about things.

“Yo, Sasha.” she turned to see Tommy waving at her as he walked over. He gave Len a nod in acknowledgment, “Lita and NIkki just moved into a place in Coldwater Canyon and they’re having a housewarming party at 8. You both better be there.” he gave her a look and she knew that she’d have to go. She thought about turning and saying bye to everyone but she already knew that when she turned around she'd see Nikki and Lita and she wasn’t strong enough to have to see that twice in one day.

Sasha was drinking her coffee feeling like she couldn’t fully process what Len was asking her and telling her. She didn’t know if it was the lack of sleep or just how crazy everything was but she couldn’t make sense of what he was exposing to her. She was sitting at his kitchen table in the huge three bedroom apartment his parents had in the city. The place he had just asked her to move into with him as part of this whole elaborate plan for the next few years until she graduated college and possibly after that. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand the plan but she didn’t get why he was so sure she was going to go along with it or why she was thinking about how she was going to go along with it. It would be the perfect cover with everything with Nikki. She wouldn’t have to do anything with Len but would have the cover of a boyfriend but the freedom to be with the bassist on the down low. All she had to do was accept all the perks of being his girlfriend without sleeping with him. She would be dating one of the most eligible bachelors from an old money family. She would have to go out to dinners with him and to family events where they would be playing the young couple in love. The weird pressure from her sorority sisters who all wanted her to graduate with her WIFE degree would be put to rest if she dated him long term. She would have to go out with him more and she had the option of moving out of her sorority or living there until she graduated so there was some choice in the matter.

“Are you okay? I think I broke you. You look blank.” Len touched her hand and she looked up giving him a smile. He had definitely overloaded her. She sipped her coffee and just nodded her head. Leaning back she looked at the person in front of her. Len was the blonde haired rich kid who was always dressed in what seemed like brand new clothes.

“You’re gay and you need to date me so that you keep up appearances?” She was clarifying what he was saying to her. He nodded his head, anxiety seemed to be written on his face. Sasha knew that this wasn’t an easy thing that he was asking and it was hard for him to open up. There was nothing for her to lose and she did like Len a lot as a person. “And I can’t tell anyone, not even Nikki?” She asked . There was a flash of uneasiness on his face as he shook his head at her.

“Not now. If he gets drunk or he gets mad at you and says anything my life would be over. Maybe in a year or so if something goes on but not right now.” Sasha nodded, reaching out to hold his hand, giving Len a smile.

“Okay, baby. When can I move in?” She asked, the visible relief on Len’s face made it worth it for her. He’d be able to live his life as long as he had her to keep up the front with him. Being able to now feel safe was something that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I’m going to be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.” She laughed as he hugged her tight. “We need to have dinner with my parents tonight but then we’ll go to the party after. “ she just nodded her head in understanding. Part of her was glad she’d have someone to show up to the party with. She’d need to be all over Len tonight to throw Lita off. She knew Nikki was going to be pissed and part of her was glad. There was nothing like giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Nikki watched the string of people move into the apartment he now lived with Lita. She had been pretty pissed about Sasha answering the phone in his hotel room and they had a pretty big screaming match on the ride home. He might have made the mistake telling her that he didn’t even want to date anyone but that had just made her get really quiet. She had given him a look at that point trying to decide if it was worth it to fight over Tommy’s sister, who wasn’t going anywhere and who he was insisting that he didn’t fuck.

Just thinking about Sasha made his head spin. How the fuck had the last 24 hours just changed his opinions on pretty much everything he believed? As if on cue he saw the blonde walking up the driveway, she had on a white suit with her jacket open showing off a lace bra. She stopped to light a cigarette at the end of the driveway, seeming to take in the new apartment which was a major upgrade. Nikki frowned as she saw Len come up behind her, they laughed about something together and moved inside.

He made himself finish his beer before heading inside, telling himself that he wasn’t going to look for Sasha but his eyes were running around the rooom for her. He almost threw up seeing her in front of Lita, Len was handing her a bag as the bassist rushed over to them. They all gave him a confused look at why Nikki looked like he had been running.

“Congrats on the new place, man.” Len reached out his hand to shake Nikki’s. “We were actually just inviting Lita and you to dinner on Friday. We’re having a small dinner party in our new apartment.” That’s when Nikki actually got to look at her. Sasha was wearing what looked like Len’s suit with a white bra under it. Her blond hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She also had a scarf on, which hid most of the hickeys he had left on her. He wished she was here with him; he’d pull off that scarf and show everyone who she belonged to. It freaked Nikki out how possessive he felt about her and how badly he wanted to show her off. He was always dominant but never selfish like this.

“I’m going to cook Friday so I’d recommend getting pizza before you come over.” She teased making a joke at her own expense. Nikki snorted, burying his face in his drink as he remembered her setting the kitchen on fire trying to cook eggs last summer. He had to spray the foam over the stove, which was ruined after that point, to get the flames to stop.

“That’s going to be an interesting dinner.” Nikki said, tossing his arm around Lita’s shoulder. He had watched the way Len had worked his hand under Sasha’s jacket and rested it on her stomach. HIs fingers seemed comfortable skimming her hip and touching her in a way he wished he was doing. He gave her a look, knowing Lita couldn’t see it, and frowned watching her wrap herself around the man she was with as if he hadn’t been fucking her on a plane hours before.

“We just stopped by to give you a house warming gift and to invite you Friday but we have-“

“Sasha!!!” She cursed, seeing Tommy walking over towards them, pushing his way past people to find her, “I’m so glad you came with your boyfriend! Mom told me you’re moving in together and I have to come to dinner Friday in a clean shirt.” He was grabbing her away from everyone before she could figure out what was going on. She was thankful when Len grabbed her, making Tommy stop dragging her away.

“Sugar pie, we have brunch in the morning.” Len knew Sasha didn’t want to be at the party for a long time because being around Nikki and Lita together was a bit much for her to see. They had only invited them to dinner to make sure everyone saw her with Len and to give them a stronger cover story with everything. Unfortunately, Tommy and Nikki both didn’t like seeing someone tell Sasha no. Even though Len was just holding her forearm lightly the fact he had reached out and grabbed her didn’t sit well with either of the men .

“You’re right-“

“Let her go.” She was going to kill Nikki for speaking. Instead of smacking him, like she wanted to, she needed to put on a fun smile laughing like the boys were just being silly because Lita was currently giving the bassist a confused look as to why he had let go of her to go to some other girl's rescue. Sasha spun away from them linking her arms with Lita, trying to not feel like a piece of shit for having slept with her boyfriend. The move surprised everyone and all the guys didn’t know what was about to happen.

“Why don’t we go have a drink together and make sure Vince isn’t bothering your friends? The boys obviously need to have a dick measuring contest.” She was guiding the woman back to her apartment from where they were standing in the front yard. This night was going to be very long if she didn’t start drinking soon.

What made her night harder was how much she realized she liked Lita and how easily the two women got along with each other. Sasha had gotten her away from the guys who were bound to blow the situation up and started talking to Lita about everything. They had a similar taste in clothes and music. They found themselves getting to know each other and finding common ground. The pair of women had gotten very drunk in this process and were stumbling around the party together hand and hand.

“Nikki kept telling me you were like the band's little sister but you’re so pretty so I didn’t believe him. But I feel you’re my little sister now.” Lita said, kissing her forehead. Sasha needed to get the fuck out of there. Her guilt was going to come out soon, probably in her hysterically sobbing, “I love Nikki. Do you know he’s my first love?” Lita said and now she was feeling even worse about everything.

“Don’t love Nikki. He only loves himself and the band.” Sasha warned her, her eyes caught Sixx through the crowd and she felt like she could punch him right now. As if he knew someone was looking at him he turned to see the look she was giving him. Her blue eyes were sad, even from across the room he could see it. He felt like a monster having her here with the woman that he was living with. He knew that Sasha cared about him and that even though she talked like she was fine with everything her feelings were hurt.

“You’re right. All musicians love their bands more than their girlfriends. But we have dreams. Dreams were both going to live. I think he’s really going to stick with me.” Lita was rambling and Sasha was wondering if she would die if she jumped off the roof. She needed something guaranteed to make her guilt stop and just getting a broken leg wasn’t going to cut it. “Do you love Len?” Lita asked her, turning and giving her a look that left really no other way for the question to be answered. All she could think about was Nikki. She looked at her drink, as if she found that interesting all of a sudden.

“I feel safe with him. Like when we are laying in bed and I can hear his heartbeat I feel safe like that's where home is. Wherever he is and I can sleep and not have to worry about having nightmares before he’s like my own personal dream catcher. Or when we go out I know it’s going to be fun and I’m going to be okay. And when he kisses me it’s the only time my mind stops running at a million miles a minute and I can just feel. And he never wants to be vulnerable or weak but sometimes I feel like when he’s wrapped up in my arms he feels safe there and he can just rest. So maybe I am in love with him.” Sasha looked up to see Lita staring at her with Nikki beside his girlfriend, his green eyes seeming to burn into her. Her heart was in her throat and she was going to puke all over the nice living room from the way that her nerves were frazzled.

“I love you too, sugar pie.” Len was wrapping an arm around her like the hero that he was; when he saw Nikki moving toward her and Lita he wanted to act as a buffer. He was pressing his lips to hers to take her attention away from the other man and make it seem like they were in love. “Why don’t we get you home now?” He asked, he could see that she was going to cry and if they were in this fake relationship together he knew it was his job to get her out of there. She could vaguely hear him saying goodbye to everyone for them as he weaved them out of the apartment. She was never going to drink with that woman again and she was going to steer clear of Sixx.

Nikki woke up on the couch in a vaguely familiar apartment. It took him a second to realize that this was his new place and the living room. He had been “accidentally” falling asleep out here for the past week. After the party, where he was pretty sure Sasha had said she loved him, In her typical fashion she had vanished after that declaration and he hadn’t seen her since. But it was the Friday of her dinner party and he knew that she would have to see him tonight. The problem with seeing her was he had no idea what he was going to say to her. Was what happened in Canada a one time thing? She would be back in school in a couple months to start her second year and he knew she had a lot of growing up to do but he was suddenly thinking about how he wanted to be around for that instead of letting her explore.

“No one is going to believe I cooked all of this.” Sasha said as she moved around the kitchen and turned so Len could zip up the cocktail dress he had helped her pick out. It had mesh sleeves and was tight to below her hips where it had three tiers of ruffled. She had spent the week trying new recipes from a mix of magazine and cookbooks so everything would be perfect; their lives were really blending together at this party. From their parents to their school friends to the band it was going to be quite the collection. “Can you start making cocktails? I’m going to start putting the appetizers out. I think people will arrive soon.” It was strange how well her and Len adapted to domestic life together. Understanding what they had and what they were made them a lot closer.

The spare bedroom was where Sasha was sleeping in the house. Even though she had nightmares or a hard time sleeping alone it was important to her that she get a space where she could be alone and Len needed to have his own space too.Getting to know each other on an even deeper level had them falling into a domestic pattern. Sharing the house and not having time to be fully alone wasn’t awkward but actually both of them thrived. It was like two best friends who just wanted the other to be happy and to have fun.

The doorbell rang as Sasha set down the platter on one of their coffee tables. Len gave her a look to make sure she was ready before he headed to let in their first guests. She was smoothing out her dress, hoping that the night would go okay. In the back of her mind she was hoping that Nikki didn’t show up and make this dinner harder. Even though he was invited she hoped he had the sense to stay away.

“Hi Lita, Hey Nikki. So glad you guys could make it!” She turned to see the pair walk in. Lita was smiling as she walked over to Sasha, giving her a hug but she was looking past her to where Nikki was. She couldn’t help but smile seeing he was wearing leather pants with a white button down that looked like he had hastily tried to tuck in and a skinny tie loose. Part of her wanted to go over, straighten out his tie and let him know how good he looked but she reeled herself in to the reality of the situation

“Hey, can I take your jacket. I’m going to put jackets and bags in the spare bedroom.” She felt stupid saying a spare bedroom after having the summer where she shared a room with Tommy. It all just felt out of the norm.

“Can you show me the bathroom?” He just wanted to have a second alone with her. Nikki was surprised to see a slight hesitation on her face before nodding leading him away from the living room. “Why are you so quiet, Angel?” He touched her wrist feeling her flinch but not letting her go.

“We’re both with people, Nikki. And last time I was with your girlfriend she told me that you were her first love.” She said when they were alone in the bedroom together. He saw her eyes looking at him with hurt and confusion. “I don’t want to be the reason for her first heartbreak.” Nikki looked out as the doorbell rang again and shut the door behind them, turning the lock to give them a couple minutes.

“Why are you being like this?” he was touching her, bringing her closer to him, “I thought we understood each other, Angel?” He was touching her face making her look at him.

“I don’t think you understand me.” Her words hit him hard and Nikki flinched taking a step back. “I think you want everything and it doesn’t matter who gets hurt. I didn’t realize you were moving in with your girlfriend when we slept together. I didn’t expect her to tell me that you were her first love. I could be with you, just you, and be happy, Nikki, but you’d think being with me was settling and you’d resent me forever.” He didn’t expect this from her. He expected everything to be fine and for them to really consider being with each other, “I think you like that I like you and you like sleeping with me. It’s like you got that notch in your bedpost now and you have someone who can be in your rotation. But I’m not going to be that for you, Sixx.” Her hands were in fists by her side and she was hoping that she wouldn’t start crying. “You knew you were moving in with her and things were serious and you didn’t tell me. You let me think it wasn’t serious.” The guilt was making her feel crazy and she wanted him to have some of it but Nikki wasn’t going to let her project all the blame on him.

“You’re the one who showed up at my door. You’re the one who wore lingerie to the show and told me how fucking wet you were.” He could see the flush of embarrassment on her face as he threw the intimacy between them back at her, “If you didn’t want to sleep with me you shouldn’t have opened your legs so easily.” The way he snarled at her made Sasha feel even worse. If this had been a movie that would have been where she slapped him. Instead she started sobbing covering her face, throwing him completely off balance. The anger vanished as he saw the tears leaking out behind her hands.

“You’re right. I knew you were with her and I still wanted you.” She hiccuped out. Nikki did not like seeing her this upset about something. He wrapped her in his arms letting her lay against his chest as she cried, “I’m sorry.” The fact she was apologizing made everything worse for him. They had done everything together and were both guilty. He wondered why he didn’t feel bad for her way he was but he felt guilt for making her upset.

“I don’t want to fight with you, Angel. Everything happened and I don’t regret it and I don’t want you to either.” He was holding her close to him wishing that it was then living together in this apartment. He could picture a whole life with her but he didn’t know how to start it, “We should go back out there.” He knew it was a stupid thing to say as soon as she stepped back and looked at him. But she just nodded, wiping her eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you out there in a minute.” She gave him a weak smile and he frowned as she sat at the vanity opening a drawer and starting to do her makeup. If this was the guest bedroom why would her stuff be in here? The wheels on his head were turning as he tried to figure out what situation the girl was in. His jealousy of her living with another man making the situation peek even higher.

“Are you really dating him?” She looked at him through the mirror almost frozen by the question. Nikki stepped forward sitting on the bed behind her. Sasha chose to ignore his question as she lined her eyes once more, “I asked you a question, Angel.” She could see the way his eyes were narrowed and the anger was rising in her stomach again. She hated when he spoke to her like he had some command over her. Even though she liked the way Nikki could take control of situations she felt like he wanted more control over her and wanted more from her when he never seemed to want to give an inch.

“Yes, He is my boyfriend and we live together. You’re here for our housewarming dinner party.” That much was true. She could see the way he was trying to make sense of something. “Are you really dating Lita?” She asked thinking two could play this game but Nikki wasn’t buying into this. He stood up moving to the closet, opening it to see her clothing inside, “What are you doing?” She asked, trying to seem like what he was doing was stranger than all her things being in this room. Nikki was moving on now, he reached under the bed pulling out a notebook, book and a pair of her signature white shoes. Sasha was standing up now, hands on her hips as she watched him dig into things.

“If you’re dating him why do you have separate bedrooms?” His eyes were blazing as he looked at her, wanting to know what was going on between her and Len. “Tell me what’s going on with you and him because it’s been driving me crazy all week knowing you’re moving in with some guy.” Her face softened slightly when he said it was driving him crazy but she wasn’t going to fold that easily.

“Nikki, we need to get out of this room. Your girlfriend and my boyfriend are probably wondering what’s taking us so long. Plus, Lenny and I have other guests coming.” The way she had a new nickname for him made the bassists eyes narrow. He wanted answers to his questions. Sasha was unlocking the door but before she could open it Nikki was pressed up against her. The feeling of his body firm behind her making her forget how to breathe for a second.

“In a few years, Angel, it’s going to be our housewarming party. So make sure you get all the practice tonight so you’re ready for it.” He kissed below her ear on the soft spot of her neck before reaching around her to open up the door, “Go play hostess. I’ll be there soon.” She didn’t even bother turning to look at him only heading back to the living room with the thought that he wanted a future with her playing in her mind over and over again.

Nikki was getting drunk. When he finally reappeared into the living room again he saw a full living room of people. Sasha was talking to Tommy and her parents, that pest of a fucking boyfriend, holding her elbow and laughing with them about something. Lita was with Tommy and a few of the girls that Sasha went to school together. Everyone seemed to be happy to be there to support the young couple and it made him absolutely sick.

He moved over to the bar cart pouring himself three fingers of Jack Daniels. The bottle wasn’t open and he wondered if she had made sure it was there for him. He walked over to Lita, passing Sasha and letting his hand slide across her back, watching amused as she gave him a side eye look before going back to her conversation. Lita smiled at him when he came to her side and he felt a bit of guilt, he needed to do the right thing in this situation. It was hard because she wasn’t a bad person and they could get along really well.

“Can you believe she went from living in the apartment with us to this in one year? What a serious upgrade.” Tommy said, elbowing his friend. Nikki sipped his drink heavily. Once they got paid for their music he was going to buy the biggest house they had ever seen. He’d have a maze of rooms and that would be the upgrade that she deserved. He could imagine her running through the halls barefoot as he chased her threatening to throw her in the pool when he caught her.

“When we all make it big we can have a house that will fit this apartment in it.” Lita grabbed his arms when she said this and it took him a second to realize that she was talking to him. Tommy gave him a look making him realize that he was supposed to say something to follow that up with.

“I’m sure you’ll have a great house, Lita.” Nikki said pulling slightly away to go fill up his drink again. He saw the hurt flash across her face but he had so much that he was thinking about that he didn’t even care about it. His plan was just to get shitfaced drunk to make it through the night because without that he wasn’t going to survive.

Sasha glanced up looking at Nikki who had made it through the complete bottle of Jack Daniels by dessert. She could see Lita giving him these looks all through the meal as well as Tommy looking between the two of them. Obviously something was going on between them that she had missed. The parents had all left after dessert leaving just the younger kids to have some after dinner drinks and talk. She was sitting between a pair of her sorority sisters when Lita sat down giving the girls all a smile. Sasha made introductions and she felt all the eyes suddenly on her.

“You date the Nikki?” her friend asked Lita making Sasha’s stomach drop. She buried her face into the wine glass wondering how she could get out of this conversation, “And you’re friends with Sasha?” well this conversation wasn’t going to go well. She was trying to look past the girls and catch anyone eyes but all the guys were having some stupid bro chat and she couldn’t seem to meet a single pair of eyes. Except of course Nikki’s. He was staring at her so openly that she knew if anyone saw him they would be able to see. When she met his eyes he sipped his drink, still frowning and staring.

“The Nikki? Quite the title for Mr. Sixx.” laughed Lita but she was looking at Sasha now knowing that in girl talk a lot had been spoken just by adding the before his name, “We just moved in together and he was talking to my dad a few days ago so we all know what that means.” the excited chatter started and Sasha looked at the woman now confused. Did she think that Nikki was really going to propose to her or was she saying this to get some weird sort of control over the conversation. The girls all turned to look at Nikki who seemed surprised to have so many eyes on him from across the room. His eyes left Sasha and he was standing walking over to them. This catching the eyes of some of the guys, thankfully Tommy being one of them.

“Are you girls talking about me?” he asked plopping down on the couch and throwing his arms around Lita’s shoulders as well at the girl on his other side. Everyone kind of shifted nervously, smiles playing on their face, “I want to know what everyone had to say.” He watched the way Sasha finished off her wine reaching forward and dumping the rest of the bottle into the empty cup. Tommy sat besides Sasha ready to intervene in case this started to go badly. There was this tension building as Nikki waited to hear about what everyone was saying about him.

“We were all talking about marriage and what our weddings would be like.” Sasha said sipping her wine, “And what our perfect proposals would be.” she added, crossing her legs. She wished Nikki would stop staring at her like that. It was giving away everything and he wasn’t helping the situation.

“Well why don't you girls all give me some tips on how to give a girl the perfect proposal?” His heart was beating and he could see the way everyone was giving Lita these looks. What the hell had they been talking about before he had walked over to them? A realization was suddenly dawning on him as he realized that they thought he was going to be marrying the girl he was dating. HIs eyebrows raised, “Not that I am going to get married anytime soon. That’s going to be saved for the late 80’s.” he joked so easily about these things without knowing that Lita had just said she was sure he would be proposing soon. All that was playing in Nikki’s head was how he could imagine being with Sasha, “Aren’t we all too young to fall in love?. Even if we know who we’re going to end up with there’s no need to .” she wouldn’t make eye contact with him because she could feel eyes on her and was uncomfortable with it.

“I don’t think we’re too young to fall in love.” Len was suddenly behind Sasha, his hand sliding onto her shoulder, “I love Sasha and after we graduate I hope we can get married and start our careers and possibly a family together. You can’t put a timeline on love, Nikki.” his hand laced with hers and she could feel the smile blooming on her face. It was nice to hear someone say all the right things even if it wasn’t true.

People started to leave shortly after and Sasha had stayed close to Len for the rest of the night, wanting to make sure they were seen together as a couple. The shit Nikki had been pulling all night was making her annoyed. He could really talk a big game but he never wanted to commit to her in a way she craved. Finally she saw them headed for the door, Lita not bothering to say goodbye as she walked out. Nikki licked his lips, stopping at the door as if he was thinking about what to do next. The only other person still there was Tommy, who was staying the night. He was currently in the den being shown the sound system that Len had gotten installed a few days before.

“I’m sorry about tonight, angel.” he had gathered the courage to say goodbye to her. It was obvious that she was mad at him. Sasha gave him a look turning to stack a few empty platters, moving to the kitchen, “Please, don’t be like this.” she threw the platters down turning on him now in a full rage.

“Get out.” she pointed to the door. His mouth opened and closed. “Get the fuck out.” the way she was looking at him made him realize that she wasn’t joking around but she was actually really upset with him.

“Angel-”

“GET THE FUCK OUT.” She pushed his chest trying to get him to the door, tears stinging her eyes for the second time tonight. “You come in here and you act like an asshole. You make me the asshole along with you and I’m done with it. I’m done with you. I’m done feeling like this and being treated like this. You’re all smoke and no fire. You’re so used to writing songs and creating this fantasy it’s like you don’t understand how to actually be a person and live that life. It’s pathetic.” she had these tears falling down her face as she shook her head at him, “So get out, Nikki. Go be with your girlfriend and just let me try to be happy.” she was serious about what she was saying to him and it was clear that she wasn’t just emotional and mad at the moment. This had been almost a year of what felt like emotional torture and she was ready to break this cycle.

Nikki was searching her face hoping that she would just fall into his arms and cry well he figured out how to fix it. She was far enough away from him that he couldn’t just reach out and draw her into him. The way she was looking at him and what she had just said to him made it clear that this was it and he needed to go. He threw up his hands, the defeat clear on his face. He wasn’t going to get the girl in the end and he had done it to himself by creating these rules for himself and her that they couldn’t follow. Everything that happened was because he had wanted everything and now he realized that he wouldn't get that. She watched him walk out the door, locking it behind him before sliding down and letting herself cry.

#nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki Sixx fan fic #Nikki Sixx #motley crue fanfiction

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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Hi!!!!!!!!!! I just saw your playlist for the indruck rockstar au so naturally I had to go and reread the whole entire thing in one go this morning and I just wanted to say how much I Love it and the way you write that whole scenario, especially with the way you incorporated the music lyrics??? (Especially since you wrote a bunch of those????) chefs kiss. I was wondering if you had ever written or planned out any of the sternclay that happened before this story took place because the way you described what we got of how they got together sounded so amazing and I would Die to hear their point of view. Hope you have a wonderful weekend!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much! I’m really proud of that fic, and it seems to have been one a lot of folks really enjoyed. And well, when you asked this, it got me thinking. So here’s a brief history of how Stern and Barclay got together in this universe. Heads up: it is NSFW

That didn’t go as planned.

Joseph only meant to alert The Cryptids to the fact their manager was clearly skimming off the top and downplaying offers for further connections in the business before turning every ounce of charm he could muster on Barclay. He came to fuck bigfoot, not change careers.

Now he’s packing up the second of his two suitcases, conversation with his parents still ringing in his ears. They’re not taking the fact that he’s dropping out of college to manage an up and coming, horror rock, very gay band particularly well and have tried twice to talk him out of it. Which is why he’s glad he went through all the bureaucratic steps before calling them.

He’s never been more terrified or excited in his life. He’s sure he can do this, he’s already booked them four more gigs in a logical tour path, found a better system for making their merch, and is tracking down a promising P.R lead. It’s the close quarters that scare him the most; he’s certain he could charm Barclay for an evening, could get the others to like him enough to hang around back stage once or twice. But for months on end? What if they think he’s prissy, or too perfectionistic, or too normal?

What if Barclay hates him?

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“I must admit, I’d have thought you would have made a move on Joseph by now.” Indrid says before pulling a sweater on over his head. It gets caught on his glasses, and he flails until Barclay helps it the rest of the way down. They’re somewhere south of Madison, the van cutting a lonely path down the dark road; it’s so late, and they’re on one of those vast, distinctly midwestern stretches where there’s nothing but night sky and fields. Jake drives, tapping the wheel in time with the radio while Joseph sleeps in the passenger seat and Vincent sprawls on the far back one.

“Kinda weird to hit on your manager, right?” Barclay peers warily around the passenger seat to be double sure the manager in question isn’t listening. He isn’t, lips parted slightly and dark hair falling in his face as his sleeping body is tilted this way and that by the motion of the car.

“Not when the manager looks like that and has already broadcasted his eagerness to fuck you.”

Barclay can’t really argue that first point; Joseph walked into that sorry excuse for a dressing room looking like centerfold come to life. There’s a certain kind of fan of theirs who spends their daily life buttoned up and following the rules, and Joseph struck him as exactly that kind of self-repressing, well groomed gym bunny. They’re always the most fun fans to fuck, in his experience. Couple that with the fact Joseph was (is) hot and willing, Barclay would have happily called dibs on the van for an hour to fuck him senseless that first night. But now…

“I dunno, he hasn’t really flirted with me since we met. And even then he didn’t flirt much.”

“The lecture on Haye’s deficits did start about two seconds after he entered the room.”

“Yeah” Barclay sighs fondly at the memory, “maybe he’s just not interested now that he’s seen me offstage.”

“Or maybe you’re both acting from the same vein of professionalism. Which is not terribly punk rock.”

“I’m being myself” Barclay grumbles “that’s-”

“The most punk rock thing you can be.” Indrid finishes, nodding sagely. Then he smirks, “but that doesn’t change the fact Joseph wants to get into those leather pants of yours. Why do you think he keeps recommending the stage outfits that involve them?”

“Hey, I like that look too. It’s my idea as much as it’s his.”

“Mmmmhmm.” Indrid yawns, rests his head on Barclay’s shoulder. Then he sings in his ear “Baby you got the clothes, baby he’s got the romance, you’ve got the moves so while you’ve got the chance, you wanna get in his pants, you wanna get in his pants, you wanna-”

Barclay elbows him sideways onto the seat, making them both giggle like they’re ten and wrestling on the trampoline in his backyard.

“Enough with the prophecies, Mothman.”

“That was hardly a prophecy.” Indrid sticks his legs into Barclays laugh, “but very well. I will leave you to pine for as long as you please.”

Barclay spares another glance towards the front of the car.

“I’m not pining. I just want him to like me.”

A snore in reply, Indrid out with his arms sprawled in different directions. Barclay chuckles softly, roots around for one of their two pillows, and settles his head against the window. He doesn’t shut his eyes right away; instead he watches the lights of distant houses and stars race past, melding into the reflection of Joseph’s sleeping face.

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“I bought us ten more minutes, I cannot believe they didn’t warn us this was a double appearance. I’ll-” Joseph finishes shutting the van door and promptly grips it so hard it leaves an indent in his palm.

The band is in various states of rapid undress, trying to get back into their first set of outfits, and smack in the center of the tableau is Barclay, naked from the waist down.

“-I’ll be more thorough going, um, going forward. See you all backstage.”

He can’t scramble out of the vehicle fast enough, finds one of the two functioning bathrooms in the place and locks himself in without a second thought. Leans against the graffiti coated door and shoves his hand down pants, a little embarrassed at how turned on he is just from one peek at Barclay’s dick. That doesn’t stop him from picturing it as he shoves two fingers into himself and jacks off like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. The smell of two kinds of smoke, the half dead bulb, the din of the crowd gathering in the building all make him harder; he’s so desperately horny for his bassist he’ll make himself cum in a shitty dive bathroom. The thought has him moaning, and he covers his mouth with his free hand as he cums.

With a much clearer head, he washes his hands and leaves to round up his band. It’s better this way, better for him to get off alone than put Barclay in a weird position by his manager coming onto him. That’d be weird for everyone; this way is much easier.

Ten minutes later, standing in the shadowy steps and watching The Cryptids perform, Barclay growling and sweat-soaked, giving Indrid a messy, open-mouthed kiss when the singer initiates it, he knows it won’t be easy at all.

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They’ve done it; Joseph helped the others successfully sign with Amnesty Records, securing them a re-release of their first album at higher quality and with wider distribution, a massive U.S tour, and more money up front than any of them have ever seen. Amnesty sees promise in them, and Barclay knows they can deliver. They celebrated for two nights solid, and now reality sets in; Indrid is locked in a hotel room, writing like he’s possessed by the ghost of several rockstars at once, Vincent and Jake are trying to find places to live now that they’re based in Atlanta, and Barclay…

Barclay is standing in a half-furnished apartment that doesn’t belong to him. It belongs to Joseph, currently hopping on and off the phone while Barclay waits for dinner to arrive. In a perfect world he would have just cooked, but given how Joseph’s been the last few weeks, he’s worried that gesture of intimacy might freak him out. The manager was in meetings all day and is still in his suit, a forty dollar one they bought in a strip mall at the edge of town. On him it looks like it cost a thousand dollars just for the slacks. The slacks Barclay is failing very hard at not staring at. Joseph isn’t even twenty-one, but he’s been working deals like a pro, and it is the hottest fucking thing Barclay has ever seen.

He tries distracting himself from his unhelpful gay thoughts via distressing images. All he comes up with is having to steal Indrid’s phone from him after the singer called his family for the first time in almost three years. Whether that was to deliver a final fuck you or toss a hail Mary of reconciliation their way, Barclay isn’t sure. All he knows is he watched Indrid’s face take a turn, old hurts smothering the spark in his eyes, and he took the phone away while someone yelled on the other end of it.

“How are your parents taking it?” Joseph looks up from the laptop on the kitchen table where he’s entering dates into a calendar.

Barclay smiles, “Good. Pretty sure they’ve told everyone in the family the good news. Alice can get a chain email out like nobody’s business. They say they love me and are proud of me and that I have to promise to still come home for Christmas every now and then.”

Joseph smiles back, open for a moment before a guard slips back up. Barclay tucks his hands in his pockets, psyching himself up. He has to do this. He has to know.

“Have I, like, made you angry or something? You’ve just been standoffish lately.”

“Working out everything for the contract has been so stressful I’m not sure anyone but the execs have seen much of me.” The answer is well-rehearsed.

“Oh.” Barclay nods, hands still in his pockets and shoulders slouched.

“And, um, and they haven’t gone away. My feelings for you.” This answer is far quieter, the other man looking up from the screen with fearful eyes.

“That’s a...bad thing? But I, uh, I, like you too. I like so fucking much.”

A little puff of laughter, “I can tell. Believe me, I can. It’s just that being your manager is different than being a random fan looking for a hook-up; I might want something you’re not ready to give, or vice versa, and if we rush into things it could fuck up everything you guys worked for. Everything we worked for.”

Barclay cautiously steps forward, “What if we took things slow? Like, really slow.”

Hope sneaks into the corners of Joseph’s eyes, “What would that look like?”

“Like we go step by step, with first dates and like, hand holding and shit. We can take as long as we want; I mean, unless you’re planning on ditching the next big thing in the music world, think we’re gonna have plenty of time to spend together.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Barclay circles the table as Joseph stands. He cups his cheek, running his thumb up his cheekbone.

“Hey.”

“Hi” Joseph’s eyes have taken on a distinctly Bambi-ish shape.

“You wanna go get dinner tomorrow?”

The other man loops his arms around his shoulders, “Absolutely.”

Their first kiss comes less than twenty four hours; they may be taking it slow, but there’s only so much two men who’ve been pining in the confines of a van for months can take. It’s soft and popcorn scented and Joseph holds his hand the entire time.

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Joseph waits in the dressing room, ears ringing from the sound system and the screaming crowd. It’s the first time The Cryptids have played any sort of true arena, and they sold out the show a week in advance.

Barclay clomps into the room in his combat boots, grinning as soon as he sees him. He’s dripping with sweat, his eyeliner is a little smudged, and even though he isn’t the lead vocalist, he has enough backing vocals that his voice is a touch raw when he speaks.

“Fuck that was fun.”

“You all did so well. I, this is going to sound corny, but I’m so proud of you.”

“Should be proud of yourself too, babe. Without you, we’d probably still be playing no-name bars in Des Moines or Fresno.”

“Managing is easy when the talent’s this good.” He runs his hands up Barclays’ fishnet-clad chest.

“Take the compliment, blue eyes.”

High on pride and the knowledge that at least a third of the crowd would commit a felony to take his place, Joseph pinches Barclay’s left nipple, “No.”

Barclay growls, grabbing his lapels and yanking him into a salty, toothy kiss. He moans in reply, drops his hands down to undo Barclay’s fly so he can grind against him, feel him getting hard through his dress pants.

“You really wanna do that here, babe? Don’t wanna make our first time all soft sheets and candlelight?” Barclay rubs the top button of Joseph’s shirt between his thumb and finger.

“Yes, I want you and I want you now”

Barclay lunges, shoving him back until his ass hits the dressing room table.

“Fine” he grunts, getting his cock out while Joseph kicks one leg free of his pants, “can’t take a compliment, gonna take something else.”

“OHmylord, fuck, fucking finally.” He thunks his head back against the mirror as Barclay sets a ferocious tempo.

“Shit, you feel even better than I thought you would, and I’ve been, fuck, thinking about it for a long fucking time. Ever since you walked into that shitty dressing room in those tight shorts and shirt with my name on it.”

“Nnhng” He spreads his legs wider at the memory.

“Oh you fucking like that, don’t you babe? That why you wanted to do this here? So I could treat you like the horny fucking fanboy you really are?”

“Yes, ohmylord, yes, yes.” He can’t feel anything but the points where they connect, can’t hear anything beyond Barclay’s growls in his ear and the slap of skin on skin.

“Fuck” Barclay pulls his hair with one hand, shoves his knee further up with the other, “shoulda known, even with that fancy suit all you wanna be is my fucking toy.” It’s a snarl, the hottest sound he’s ever heard and he drags Barclay into another kiss, amazed that he feels close to cumming already.

Knockknock.

Barclay turns his head towards the door, Joseph muffling his panting breath in his shoulder.

“Uh, who is it?”

“Mothman. The winners of that drawing are back here to meet us.”

“Shit” Joseph hisses, starting to sit up only for strong hands to trap him in place.

“Cool. Uh, gimme like” Barclay looks down to where his cock is buried into Joseph, “three minutes?”

The smile in Indrid’s voice is unmistakable, “Of course. I still need to find Vincent. See you soon.”

“Three minutes seems optimisticAH, ohgod” He holds on for dear life as Barclay fucks him with sharp, deep thrusts. A calloused hand finds his dick and Joseph bites down on a broad shoulder to keep from alerting everyone in the vicinity to his impending orgasm.

“That’s it babe, cum for me, cum on my cock in a backroom like the horny, needy thing you are.” Barclay stills his hips, hand working with slick, messy movements until Joseph cums. He doesn’t wait for him to finish all the way before slamming into him for ten of the best seconds of Stern’s life and cumming with a deep moan.

“Fucking-A that was good.”

“Good is an understatement.”

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

A kiss on the head as Barclay helps him onto the ground, a flurry of putting their clothes into a rough approximation of order. Then Barclay kisses him again as Joseph strokes his hair.

“Offer of soft sheets and candlelight still stands.”

Joseph holds him tighter, smiling against his neck, “I guess we know what we’re doing tomorrow night.”

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It’s the last day of recording the tracks for “Blood on the Mirror” and the mood is bittersweet. After this, there’s one more tour and then The Cryptids go their separate ways. It was time, everyone but Indrid and Jake ready to move on to other projects, and Joseph is already on board to manage Indrid’s solo career (“I’d trust it to no one else, Joseph. I mean it”). All the same, when the final track is deemed done, everyone applauds and embraces like they’re going off to war.

He heads down to his office to finish reading over venue contracts while the band packs up, but he only gets through one before Barclay appears.

“Hey, blue eyes.”

“Hi, Bigfoot.” Joseph stands and comes to the door to kiss him, “are you already set to go home.”

“More or less” Barclay rubs his arm, his most consistent anxiety tell, “uh, there’s just one thing I gotta ask before we leave.”

Hushed voices down the hall, but no one there when Joseph looks behind him to check. When he turns back, his hands fly up to cover his mouth. Barclay is down on one knee.

“I, uh, I know this might not be the most, uh, traditional spot to do this but it feels right. I’ve just been thinking about how a huge chapter of my life is coming to a close and there’s this whole new, exciting, terrifying blank page where I have to write the next one. And I, I realized that I want you to be in that chapter with me, and the next one, and the one after that. So, uh, what I want to know is: Joseph Stern, will you marry me?”

He nods, not trusting his voice to come out with intelligible words.

“Oh thank god.” Barclay springs up, cupping his face and spinning him in a kiss. Joseph laughs as whooping cheers echo towards them. Indrid, Jake, and Vincent, are peering around the nearest corner, beaming.

“Indrid is for sure going to say I told you so the second he gets me alone” Barclay chuckles, “I was so afraid you’d say no because things will be kind of up in the air for the next few years.”

Joseph turns his face back towards him, “You’re right, they will. But I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend them with.”

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #rockstar au #TAZ amnesty

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loudsuitlover · 4 years ago

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Doctor Harry XXI. Si te vas

BLUE’S POV

The three of them were in my bed when I woke up. Marie and Ollie were under the duvet with me but Jason was on my other side like a kitten sleeping with their human. I don’t remember picking them both up but we must have had or maybe they came here on their own. Whatever the way, I couldn’t ask for better friends.

There’s no new messages in my phone so I text Coco to know her whereabouts and lie awake waiting for them to wake up. The fact that the three of them are here, like walls supporting the ceiling, makes it clear that what happened last night wasn’t a bad dream.

Harry was high. He was so high he couldn’t even talk to me. I remember the way he acted now and God, it was so clear I feel stupid for not realizing it sooner. His bloodshot eyes, his calmness, the way he got mad in a second and then back to the calm, the way he seemed to be disconnected to everything that was happening, how he seemed not to care at all.

I wonder what he thinks about me now. I wonder whether he cares at all. Somehow, I still don’t want him to think I’m being judgemental even though maybe I am. I’ve had this discussion plenty of times with plenty of Med students- about weed, yes or no, is it bad or is it less bad than they say?- For no one with biological knowledge dares to say it’s good. Fruit is good, walking is good- weed is not.

And yet it’s probably less harmful than it feels to me but it’s just… Last night I learnt he was the one driving and with that, the entire accident and the months that followed came back; and if that wasn’t enough he was high, just like Dylan was; and I wonder why Harry’s here and Dylan isn’t, why some people get another chance- and still smoke weed- and why some others just can’t live to change it.

I’ve never really believed in destiny. I don’t think our lives are written and we’re just players in a big board, thinking we’re free and taking decisions that were already going to happen anyway but sometimes, I do believe that there might just be this person, this person in the world that’s for you, the one who’s going to walk by your side for the rest of your life. I used to think that feeling of belonging with someone didn’t happen twice so I always thought I had it with Dylan and I will never have it with anyone else and somehow I liked that and I lived by that. But then I met Harry and for a second I thought I might have been wrong all this time and now the fact that his story could be superimposed to Dylan’s and it would connect... I feel like if this was a sci-fic movie and we have these parallel worlds and these alternative universes, Harry might as well be Dylan, in another body and with another face and another scent and that’s what I don’t want.

I loved Dylan. I loved him as much as a person can love another human being and I don’t think there’s ever been purer love but he also broke my heart to the point where I thought I was dying too. And he did because he changed and then because he died so I lost him twice all along and I just can’t go through that again.

“Morning, pixie.” Marie gives me a sleepy smile that I return. “How did you sleep?”

“Surprisingly good. I don’t remember getting here but I haven’t woken up until just now.”

“It makes sense that you were tired considering how drunk you were last night.” Jason’s voice is muffled against the duvet but I can still hear him.

I hit the back of his head with a pillow and he grunts.

“I don’t think you can call her out on that, pal.” Marie defends me.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Jason complains.

“Until you stood up on that table and take off your shirt and started yelling titties out, free the gay! you mean.” Ollie adds.

Marie and I laugh at the look Jason gives her. His eyes are widened, and his lips are set on a thin line. Before he can ask her whether that’s true, which I hope it is for the sake of humour, someone knocks on the door.

“Pasa.” I tell her. “But please be clothed. We have guests.”

Coco is grinning from ear to ear when she appears on the doorway.

“Oh, hi!” She chirps excitedly. “You guys slept like that?”

We all nod and she laughs. Olivia sits up and pushes Marie to do the same so my sister has a spot next to them. She’s wearing party clothes, which gives away that she didn’t spend the night home.

“So” Olivia wriggles her dark blond eyebrows “Guido Matteoti, hey?”

My sister smiles despite pursed lips and that’s all I need to know Chicco is history. Yes, Guido! I sit up too and Jason rests his cheek on his fist so Coco knows she has our undivided attention. Her cheeks tinge pink.

“He’s very sweet.” She starts. “I mean we’ve only been in a couple of dates but-”

“But you didn’t sleep home last night.” I raise my eyebrows and she shakes her head with a smile.

“And nothing happened.” She adds. “We just cuddled.”

The four of us look at her and from the corner of my eye I can see Marie melting while Olivia’s face seems like a puzzle missing a piece and Jason just blinks.

“He’s… I’ve never had this, you know? It’s like I tell him something mindlessly… Like something that isn’t really even important and he remembers it.” She smiles. “I mean last night he said something about Nana’s cameo and he had to tell me when I have told him about it because even me myself couldn’t remember.” She surprises. “And… He is interested in what I think and what I want and… I mean some guys have made me feel pretty, but he makes me feel interesting and that’s just so much better.”

“See?” Marie tilts her neck to give me a look and I smile. “It’s possible.”

“Do you like him though?” Olivia presses. “I mean him, as a person, not the way he makes you feel.”

Coco stares at her like a deer caught in headlights before she tilts her neck like a dog thinking. I’m taken aback too by Ollie’s deep understanding of the situation. She’s been so disassociated with the love department that it feels strange to have her understanding this so deeply.

“Yes, I do.” Coco blushes. “He’s smart and funny and caring and kind. And so handsome.” Her eyes open wide and Olivia laughs.

“Can we see him?”

“Yeah, show us the regulation photo, girl.” Jason adds.

My sister chuckles before she gets on her phone and shows us his Instagram. I have seen him before so I let my friends be as nosy as they want. Coco’s eyes meet mine and she frowns concerned.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

And like that I’m crying again. My sister jumps over my friends and takes a seat next to me, wrapping her small arms around my body and reminding me of home. Marie tells her what happened and Ollie and Jason curse under their breath. They did that last night too, I remember now.

“I’m good, I’m good.” I wipe my tears and sit back straight. “I’ll get over it.”

Coco sighs next to me and Jason gives me a smile.

“Unpopular opinion” Olivia says “I think we’re being too hard on him.”

Us three give her a death glare and she raises her hands on the air proving her innocence.

“Let’s go get started with breakfast, Ollie.” Coco says before war starts on my mattress.

“Yes, I need to tell you some things too.”

“Me too.” Jason smiles. “Spoiler alert: David is a dick.”

“Tell me something I don’t know…”

The three of them walk outside the room and we hear the beginning of the conversation with Jack’s name being thrown around among very colourful insults.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” I ask Marie.

“I’m visiting my mum.” She shrugs. “And her new boyfriend.”

“Nice.” I chuckle.

“You?”

“I think I’m gonna go spend some days with my dad. I need to get away from here.”

“And your mum?”

“Mum’ll go to Spain, I guess. It’s been a while since I don’t visit Dad.” I feel Marie nodding next to me. “I’m gonna hop on the shower.”

“Okay.”

“You can shower in Coco’s bathroom if you’d like.”

“Do I stink or what?” Marie laughs.

I give her a silent smile and make my way inside my bathroom. I don’t have much time because Coco, Ollie and Jason are not precisely the best chefs so I’m sure by getting started with breakfast they mean adding milk to cereal.

I let the hot water run down my body relaxing every muscle I hadn’t realized was tensed. Thinking about going back home is never been as easy as it is now. It’s always painful to go back to Capitol because it screams Dylan all over the place but it’s been a while since I don’t see Dad or Rio and I’m in the mood for a family Christmas.

When I make my way towards the kitchen, I hear them all talking about Harry and me but it doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t surprise me. I know they’re on my side anyway, even Ollie.

I announce my plans to everyone during brekafast and Coco and Jason decide to tag along to Capitol for Christmas too. Coco was the expected guest but I’m glad Jason wants to join too. It’ll be good to have a friend around when I start missing Dylan like the first day after his accident. Jason says he needs a change of scene and to stay away from David and I’d rather have him with me than getting back together with the devil.

We pack our stuff after breakfast and plan a videocall all together in a few days before Marie and Ollie leave to pack their own things. Olivia’s going to France to meet up with her family too but she seems to be very invested in my relationship with Harry or my lack of it.

Coco drives to Capitol, all the way without stopping once, and I feel safe when she’s behind the wheel. I’ve never understood how men can say women are bad drivers when women seem to be better at everything. Okay, that’s sexist too, but the fact that we’re asked to do double to earn the same amount explains why that could be true.

It's the first time Jason comes to Capitol despite our four years of friendship. When Dylan was alive, it was usually him go would come visit and during holidays J was usually with his family so I would go to Capitol alone. I hope the idea he has of me doesn’t change when he sees my house. I guess it won’t, because I know his parents have an equally big mansion but still…

The dark grey fence opens for my sister’s car after she sets the code and my sister’s Mercedes drives inside our sumptuous property. She drives around the fountain at the entrance and the set of pine trees on both sides of our private road brings back memories of my childhood underneath them.

The house looks more like a palace than I even remembered. I don’t quite know how many hectares of land my father owns but I know the entire house have glass walls looking at the back because there was no need to hide from nothing at all; there’s just a pine forest and snowy mountains behind it. I reckon if Jason was still a kid, I could tell him my dad’s a vampire and he’d probably believe it.

Dad’s waiting at the door with a big smile and his thick winter coat when we get off the car. My sister runs to hug him as Jason and I get the bags out of the boot. Then it’s my turn. My dad wraps his warm, big arms around me and presses my body against his bigger one.

“Oh, my lovely girls! How’s my favourite doctor?”

“Hi, dad, it’s nice to see you.”

“It’s very nice to see you too, Blueberry. I made soup and lamb for dinner.” He smiles.

“Thank you.”

“And garlic bread?” Coco asks. “Can we make garlic bread?”

“Already in the oven.” My dad winks at her and like that my sister is back to being. “Hello, Jason.” My dad shakes his hand. “I’m glad you could join us this year.”

“Thank you for having me, Peter.”

“No need to thank us. It’s our pleasure. Well, why don’t you show Jason around, Berry? Coco and I will get the mulled wine ready.”

“Yes! Mulled wine! This is paradise, dad. Where’s Rio?”

“He’s at the gym.” My dad explains. “Says he needs to make room for the lamb.”

The three of us laugh before my dad and Coco disappear down the hall towards the kitchen and Coco’s cheerful voice gets lower and lower until we can barely hear her. I show Jason around the entire house, the halls, the living room, the dining room, my dad’s studio...

We climb the stairs. I get ready to open the door to my old room. I take a deep breath and keep telling him some stories about the house, like about that time Coco fell down the stairs when she was about six and everyone was so worried and then she just yelled I’m okay! from the bottom.

Entering my room, I set my eyes on my empty desk. It looks like the room of someone who’s not there anymore and in a way I guess that’s what it is. This is the room of the girl I used to be but there’s little of her now.

I remember it used to be a mess. I have lots of books and even now they’re all organized in the shelves like a library now, they used to be all over the room and all my records, now also carefully placed on the shelf, used to be all around too. It gives me chills to see the room like this but I guess it would be harder if it still looked just like it used to. I would notice Dylan’s absence more.

“Berry, eh?” Jason teases.

I roll my eyes. My dad always calls me with the most ridiculous nicknames ever. I’m going to defend myself but my breath catches on my throat when I see the bed. I remember every night I spent there with him and I know it would never come back. I storm out of the room.

Jason’s quiet for the biggest part of the rest of the tour until he leaves his bags on his bed in the guest room. My mum decorated this room with warm colours because she says they help make the guest feel cosy and at home. I guess it depends on the guest for someone whose house was cold colour themed would hardly feel at home in a terra coloured room but if Mum says that’s the way it is, then that must be the way it is. She’s the painter after all.

“I just have a question” he says “why did you never tell us you’re the princess of Genovia?”

I laugh and sit down on the cushion bench on the feet of his bed.

“I mean, this is the guest room and it’s bigger than the girls’ apartment in Grad.”

“It’s not.” I shake my head. “The living room might be.” I joke and he laughs. “I usually sleep here when I come home though. I was in my room when Dylan had the accident and sometimes it just gets suffocating in there.” I explain.

Jason stays quiet and I enjoy his silence for sometimes there’s little one can say.

We were on the phone. We were fighting. He had come visit me that weekend and it had been the best weekend we had had in months. The last part of our relationship was as messy as it could get; we would fight all the time. I would fight him about the weed and about how he was... Losing himself all the time. And he would tell me I had changed a lot and that everything in my life was perfect except from him and he would invite me to just break up with him and have a doctor boyfriend if I was so disappointed on him. I heard the crash. And then he died.

“You can come sleep here if that happens.” Jason smiles. “Or we can swap rooms.”

I shake my head. I want to at least try. It’s been almost four years now and as tough as that memory is, I also have memories I treasured with my life. I remember Mum signing to me when I was little, Dad telling stories to Coco and me, Coco climbing in my bed when she was little and had nightmares. And I remember Dylan, I remember him trying to teach me how to play the guitar, me teaching him to braid my hair and I remember kissing him and him telling me he loved me.

“Have you talked to David?” I need to stop thinking about that.

“After breaking up with him, you mean?”

I nod and he shakes his head.

“I blocked his number and blocked him on every social media. Also deleted the apps at the risk of him creating a fake profile so as to be able to talk to me. I know it’s crazy but-”

“So is he.” I interrupt him, probably finishing his sentence and he chuckles.

“That’s right.”

I snort a chuckle and look down at my hands over the cushion. I’m sure this week I’m going to be out of it a lot of the times but I think Jason needs some time to himself too so it’s good our two sad asses are here together.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Have you talked to him?”

My heart stops. For a second, I think he’s talking about someone who’s dead but then I shake my head. I did tell Harry not to contact me again and as strange as it seems knowing him, he might be respecting that. I don’t know if I really want him to though but I know it’s what’s best.

“Should we go downstairs have some of that mulled wine?”

“Yes, please.”

Dad and Coco are sitting in front of the chimney with a glass of mulled wine each when we join them. She’s telling him about Guido now. I feel bad for mum but she can’t keep a secret to save her life so it makes sense she wouldn’t tell her yet.

“Hi, guys.” My dad greets. “Do you like your room, Jason? Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, sir, thank you. It’s incredible.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Please, take a seat and help yourself with some wine.”

“Thank you.”

“So how are you, Dad?” I ask.

“Can’t complain.” He smiles. “Rio’s doing great at the bank and we’re happy and my daughters are home for Christmas. Couldn’t ask for anything else.”

I smile at the sweet man who raised me.

“How are you, Berry?”

“I’m…” Should I tell him? “I’m good.”

He smiles but I know it’s his way of silently saying we both know that’s not true so I smile back and it’s my silent way of letting him know I don’t particularly want to talk about it.

“Have you seen the Meyers?”

My dad’s light hazel eyes set on mine. I know he’s taken aback by my serenity. I think I want to have a cup of tea with Dylan’s parents but it’d be great to have some background before I contact them.

“They passed by the bank in the morning, wished Merry Christmas like usual. Amalia cut her hair. It looks good on her.”

“I think I’m gonna text them. See if they’d like to have a cup of tea.”

“I think they’d love to.” He smiles. “I’m proud of you, Blue.”

I nod and give him a little smile and we all hear the door opening and my brother’s feet shuffling inside the hall. He drops his gym bag on the floor and Jason gets more excited than any of us. He’s got Rio’s fever.

“It smells like women in here.” Rio jokes.

“It smells like mulled wine, dofus.” Coco explains and he grins.

“Long time no see, Coconut.”

“She’s been busy with her boyfriend.”

“DAD!” She panics. “That’s exactly what I meant!”

My dad just laughs and then Rio’s interrogation begins. He asks for pictures, age, family name, degree and every little thing in between and Coco answers but cries for help at least five times.

I help my dad set the table while he finishes up with dinner and then the five of us sit around the table and enjoy dinner among shared stories of Rio’s adventure on the bank and the rumours he’s heard. Harry would like this nosy conversation too. But why am I thinking about him? He’s a junkie and a liar.

My dad tells us a messy love story between two of his associates and Rio adds the juicy comments every now and then. Coco and Jason are really invested but I know my dad is just filling in the conversation so I don’t have to participate. Much like me, he’s never been interested in other people’s business. As a matter of fact, he’s been in charge of the Anderson Bank for over thirty years and has never had trouble with any employee. He only learnt about relationships when he got invited to his employees’ weddings.

I look up to my father. He’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter but he’s able to admit it. He knows half the things he has, he doesn’t even deserve. For years I thought the right thing to do was getting rid of all of that but growing up I learnt, it’s a lot more useful to be a part of the system and make a change from within.

Harry: Where are you?

I turn my phone upside down and look at my dad, pretending to listen. We usually disagree on pretty much everything but he still talks to me about politics and economy and all that and I like the way he disagrees with me. He gets frustrated because he treats me like an equal.

Where are you?

My dad used to say I could do anything I wanted. He told my entire family I’d make a great cook when I was about sixteen just because I had taken upon creative cuisine and cupcakes with fondant and heart shapes.

What does he care where I am?

And then when I was seventeen, I started playing volleyball and he told everyone I’d be the national champion.

Why does he think it’s okay to text me at dinner time and ask my whereabouts?

And then… Then… Ugh, I can’t get the text out of my head.

“Blue, is everything alright?”

I look up at my brother’s concerned eyes and only then I realize I’ve been torturing the dead lamb on my plate. I clear my throat.

“Yes, I just have a virus or something on my phone.” I give him a tight smile.

“Alright.” He chuckles.

Jason types on his phone and gives me a look so I grab mine to see his text. There are messages from Harry.

Jason: What’s wrong?

Indie: Harry texted me.

Harry: Come on, Blue, it’s me.

Harry: Open the door.

“Who wants dessert?”

“Let it be chocolate coulant, let it be chocolate coulant.” Coco prays with closed eyes.

My dad laughs and makes his way to the kitchen with as many plates as he could get and Jason follows suit helping pick up stuff from the table. Rio hisses for me to look at him.

“Is the virus that guy you were seeing?”

“How do you even know about that?” I narrow my eyes at him threateningly so he would confess nothing but the truth.

“Mum and I talk, you know.” He shrugs.

I roll my eyes but his hand rests atop of mine on the table.

“If you want his legs broken, just say the word.”

“Rio!” I chuckle and he smiles.

“I’m just saying.”

After dinner, Jason and I sit on the balcony despite the cold. We brought a little mulled wine and got blankets from the wardrobe before we sat down on my favourite part of the house. I have two armchairs and a small table in between on my balcony and the view is magnificent. You can see the mountains behind a huge, now snow-covered, forest of pines.

“Did you text him back?”

I shake my head.

“And do you want to?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want to.” I sigh.

“I think it does.”

I tilt my neck to give him a warning glare.

“Olivia and I have talked.”

“About me?” I frown. “And why do you think I care about that?”

“I agree with her.” He confesses.

I have a long sip of my wine to busy my tongue and not curse at him.

“For all we know, it must have been the first time he smoked weed. I mean, think about it, he was really affected wasn’t he? And he told you several times he didn’t want to talk in that moment. He didn’t want to discuss it with you while he was high, Indie. I think that means he cares.”

“I think that means he was that high he couldn’t even think properly.”

“And yet he was lucid enough to know that was not how he wanted to be when he talked to you about that.”

“Why are you defending him?”

“I’m not defending him. I just think you’re overreacting, which is normal, I mean. We all know why you took it like that but he doesn’t, does he?”

I sigh and look ahead at the mountain.

“I mean… You’re getting mad at him because he didn’t tell you about that but there’s a lot of things you didn’t tell him about, either. Can you get mad at someone for keeping secrets from you while keeping secrets yourself?”

“I don’t do drugs, Jason. It’s not the same.”

Jason sighs.

“Before it happened, you were… Happy. I haven’t seen you that happy since Dylan passed” he whispers that part, afraid to bring upon us the weight of those words “and it’s all on Harry.” He shrugs. “So I think he deserves to at least be listened to. I mean you don’t even know why he was high.”

“Because he smoked weed, Jason, there’s just one explanation.”

“I mean why he smoked.” He chuckles. “Haven’t you thought about that?”

No, I haven’t.

“It was a family reunion, J. You weren’t there but it was cousins and aunts and his mum for the love of God. Who gets high with his family there? It was his older sister’s birthday.”

“That’s right. The same sister who was on the car the night he crushed it. Now, I don’t know why he crushed the car or how the accident was but neither do you and don’t you think it must be hard? Whatever the reason was, to be at your sister’s birthday, someone who’s on a wheelchair somehow because of you?”

My anger drops a knot. Or two.

“You said he doesn’t drink, right?”

I nod.

“And he… He has trouble sleeping.” I add.

He’s tortured about his sister’s accident and now I understand it a lot more. He lied to me that one time too, when he explained to me why he felt so terrible about it. He doesn’t feel guilty because he didn’t help during her recovery. He feels guilty because he thinks it’s his fault and for all I know it might be.

“He should have told me sooner.”

“That’s true.” Jason agrees. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t be mad. You have every right to be. Just… Don’t pretend like you don’t care about him.”

I feel my bottom lip quivering, but this is just Jason. It’s okay to cry in front of Jason.

“I… I don’t want to do it again, J; to think I can fix him because I can’t. I’ve been there before and I don’t want that again. He…”

Warm arms wrap around me so I rest my head on his shoulder.

“He’s not Dylan, Indie. He wasn’t driving that night.”

I think I fell asleep after that because I wake up on Jason’s bed and see him peacefully sleeping beside me. I’m happy he’s here and I’m happy he’s finally free from fucking David Dick. He didn’t deserve the way he treated him, no one does. I have five missed calls and new texts from Harry. He really isn’t given up, is he?

Harry: I know you’re with your dad. I’m glad you’re okay and with your family.

Harry: I’m truly sorry, Indie.

I don’t like it that he calls me Indie. It feels like we’ve gone backwards but then again I guess we have. I don’t answer him because I still need to think. I’m not sure what I want even and I know if I see him or even hear his voice he’ll get in my head and I’ll say yes to anything he has to say because that’s how much of a fool I am.

I think I’ll go to the lake today, show Jason our rope and where we go in the summer. I get up from the bed carefully so as not to wake the Sleeping Beauty and make my way downstairs. Dad’s having a cup of coffee reading his newspaper in the kitchen and the image is so familiar I feel like nothing has ever happened. I wrap my arms around his chest from behind and know he’s smiling.

“Morning, Blue.”

“Morning, Dad. How did you sleep?”

He looks me in the eyes. I frown and suddenly feel the air falling on top of our shoulders. It’s like without saying a word, he set the mood for something terrible. I rest my hand on his shoulder.

“What is it, Dad?”

“I don’t want to scare you” and that’s how you scare someone “but… I’ve been feeling a little weird these past few weeks. I’ve been more tired than usual, more… Anxious, I guess I’d say and my chest started hurting just after walking to the bank every day so I went to the doctor and they did this bunch of tests, you know and it was all good except from an X-ray from my chest.”

“What is it?”

“They found a nodule next to my heart.” He swallows. “Now they don’t know yet whether it is on the lungs or the heart or the aorta or even the thyroid so they have to do some more tests but… They said it could be a tumour, Berry.”

His words are a direct punch in the guts but I know what he needs right now is not me crumbling so I do what I can to give him a smile.

“Well, it could just be. There’s a hundred other things that could be and even if it was a tumour, it might be a benign one and even if it was bad, the diagnose might be in time to fix it if they didn’t treat it like something urgent.”

“Thank you.” My dad smiles. “I know how hard it is for you not to say what your doctor’s mind is thinking.”

“This is my doctor’s mind speaking actually.” I tell him. “My daughter’s mind is running wild but doctor Anderson is calming Blue down.”

He smiles again and gets up from his chair and starts making French toasts for everyone. He shows me the x-ray and I pretend I don’t get scared shitless when I see it. The lump is as big as a peach and is right next to his heart. Now I don’t know what that is but it can’t be good.

Harry: Indie, I’m trying to give you space but I suck at this and I think the more space I give you, the harder it’s gonna be for you to listen to me.

Harry: I miss you.

Harry: And I’m very sorry.

“Who’s that?” My dad smirks. “Is that your boyfriend?”

How can he even care about it after what he just told me? His nosiness surprises me so I just stare at him as if the devil had possesed him.

“Yeah, Blue, is that your boyfriend?” Jason smirks too.

I give him a death glare.

“Good morning, Jason.” My dad tells him.

“Good morning, Peter. So, what is it? Is he your boyfriend?”

“Don’t make dumb questions, Jason.”

“There are no dumb questions, honey.” My dad teases.

“Just dumb people, I guess.”

Jason just laughs and starts setting the table for breakfast as if he has been here before.

“Are you mad at a boy, honey?” My dad presses.

“If it was just at the boy, Peter, it wouldn’t be so bad.” I death glare at Jason again but it seems like he wants war today. “She’s mad at the world. She always is.”

“What was that?” I frown.

“Nothing.” Jason shrugs and gets the empty plates on the table. “I just want you to talk to him, I’m sure you’ll feel better.”

“So there is a he! I knew it.”

“Dad, stop.”

My phone screen illuminates and both Jason and I see Harry’s name. I defy him with my glare but he shakes his head. He’s not Ollie. Olivia would have picked up.

“He doesn’t give up.” My dad adds.

I can’t believe him. I grab my phone keen to set an end to this.

Indie: I’m with my family. I’ll talk to you if I want to.

Harry: Please want to.

Harry: Thank you for answering.

Oh, no, he’s going to act all kind and innocent now. I hate it. He’s not like this. He’s smug and irritating, he isn’t sweet and delicate.

After breakfast, Jason agrees to go for a run with Rio. I almost go along because Jason never runs, he just said he did to impress Rio, so I bet that has to be funny but I have something else in mind.

Coco and Dad stay home to set the Christmas tree and I go to the lake with an old copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and my laptop. I re-read the book I’ve read at least five times and promise to myself I won’t google my dad’s x-ray, I know that’s probably the silliest thing to do but... I send an email to professor Gibbins. I trust him and would like to know what he thinks. A second opinion is a thing.

He sends me his phone number and tells me to call him and that scares me to death.

“Hello, Indigo.”

“Hi, doctor Gibbins.”

“Call me Danny, dude.” He laughs.

I swallow but appreciate the easing. I wonder if he’s using one of the techniques we learn in Comunication with me but don’t waste more time before I tell him what my dad told me in the morning. He sighs.

“Well, I’m seeing the radiography as we speak and I mean it could be anything.”

“Yeah but it doesn’t look good, does it?”

“He needs a surgery.”

Harry’s voice freezes my blood. I wasn’t expecting to hear his accent so soon, much less to say that.

“Am I on speaker mode?”

“Mmm… Yes, I’m sorry. I’m at work and Harry was here. I thought two doctors were better than one.”

He’s probably right. Plus, Harry is the smartest person I know and I’m actually glad he asked him because as mad as I am at him I would love to know his opinion on this. He’s brilliant. I have no doubt of that.

“Does he have high blood pressure, Indie?” Harry asks me.

“Yes.” I frown.

“And did he feel a pain in the chest recently?”

“Yes!”

There he is playing his magic.

“I think it’s an aortic dissection. Look at it, it’s an A type.”

That last part wasn’t for me but for Danny. Why is he so smart? Why does everything he says seem so interesting and impossibly right to me? And why does he always make me feel safer and better? Why can’t he be normal, just like any other guy? And why did he have to ruin everything like that?

“If you need anything else, I can help you too.” Harry says very softly, as if he was afraid I was going to hang up.

“I know, and still I called Danny, didn’t I?” I sigh. “What do you think, Danny?”

“I think he’s right.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

I hang up without saying goodbye and hold my tears in before opening my book again.

"First of all," he said, "if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view ... until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

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btssmutficslovingfan01 · 4 years ago

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Skirt Skirmish

Summary: Love is a fickle thing, really, as settling down with a frat boy wasn’t really part of your plan. Neither was fooling around in the middle of a drive-in movie while your husband was rocking a skirt but there’s more to it than meets the eye. A night in the middle of the woods changes everything for you and Taehyung.

Words: 5.8k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

Warnings: Age Difference, Mentions of Cheating, Monster/demon/creature, possession (?), Violence, Jimin is a psychopath in this fic that gets away with murder and reader is an accomplice, Mentions of past relationships, Character Death, Post-pregnancy, fingering, oral, riding, car sex, submissive Tae, Tae actually gets trauma from wearing skirts, mature language

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“They’re looking at me weird aren’t they? Ah, I knew I shouldn’t have made that bet with Jungkook. He is just an ignorant frat boy after all.” You adjust your own skirt since your husband’s glamor was making you feel less feminine. You have to admit, being 32 and still having trouble with your self-esteem is not a good look for you. Tae introduced you to the concept of loving yourself, long before you actually even discovered what you liked. You knew you were straight, you just started having doubts once you graduated from college and found out that no man wanted to date you because they were all either gay or taken. You had previous husbands but that’s a story better told later.

Then one fateful day, you met 20 year old Tae. He was just a college sophomore at the time. All he did was hit on you, thinking you were another girl who went to his college. He was a notorious playboy around his school, so no girl dared to enter his den. The lion grabbed you, but you managed to fight back.

After meeting Taehyung a couple times outside of work, you finally decided it was time to take the next step. You asked him out on a date, first. Tae was so stunned that he had no words, but luckily he liked you enough to at least give it a shot. After the first date, you spent the night in each other’s arms. No, not like that you perv. You just fell asleep on the same bed. You were tired and Tae was tired and it just happened.

The rest was history, you and Tae knew you were meant to be after your three year anniversary and to your surprise, Taehyung was the one who proposed. That day was so special for you, since you also found out your best friend was moving in with you, since your parents didn’t trust a helpless girl like you alone in the city.

“Need I remind you that you were just an ignorant frat boy when we met? All you wanted to do was get into my pants any way you could.” You tut, clicking your tongue as Tae’s eyes twinkle with something a little more than just mischief.

“And boy, am I lucky I did. Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever been inside. Even after so long, you still clench around me like a virgin. So cute.”

“Tae, shut up!” You blush as someone in a neighboring car seemingly glares at you. No one can really see you that well, since your windows are tinted. Taehyung has nothing to worry about, his skirt is out of the view of others. You start panicking though, when he lifts his skirt up above his knee and reveals a tent peeking out from under his briefs.

You would love to lean down and suck him dry but you were in the middle of a crowd, what if someone caught you? You’d be so embarrassed. Like the time you were at the supermarket and an old lady thought you were Tae’s mother. Why do people always assume things? You just wish they’d mind their own business. “Puppy, no. We’re not doing that.”

“Oh come on Y/N, I know you’re dripping. I can practically smell you from here. I’m no werewolf but I do have the nose of a dog. It’s a family trait.” You knew this. Taehyung came from a long line of well renowned farmers who had noses better than those of Blood Hounds. The most interesting part is that Taehyung can actually smell when you’re on your period, or pick up on a change in hormones just from a small whiff of your natural scent. You weren’t big on perfume, so Tae could tell right away. It comes in handy for when your period skips a month, or when you think you’re pregnant. Tae would know, but as he said before, he’s not a wolf. Even if he could smell your period blood from a mile away, he couldn’t predict if you were pregnant or if you were having an off month. All he could tell were the obvious things, like the smell of your arousal.

Even now as he’s hunched over his seat, his ankles crossed, maintaining a proper position as he takes a whiff of your drenched panties, even your scent is enough to make him nut in his seat. His skirt was doing a horrible job at hiding his bulge, since you could make out the hard-on a mile away.

“Taehyung Kim, get your nose away from me right now. We are not doing this in the car.” He lets out a low whine, making you regret opening your mouth in the first place. Ah, the guilt trip is a horrible thing, especially when you have a husband as sweet as your Tae-by. (Like baby)

“Fine, we won’t. If you didn’t want me, you could’ve just said so.” He folds his arms, an adorable pout taking the place of his normally handsome boxy smile. You put your knees up on the seat, watching the movie as it plays on the big screen in front of your car. Normally people get out of their cars to enjoy the movie, but you felt like it was unnecessary. You also found your mind wandering again as your cute husband lets out an audible sigh of defeat. You feel bad, but you also don’t wanna get arrested. Nevermind the teenagers in nearby cars making out while the movie is playing in the background. You and Tae just didn’t roll that way, you weren’t risk takers.

At least, you aren’t as brave as your redheaded beau, but you could learn a thing or two from him about adventure. That’s why, you were determined to try stepping out of your comfort zone with the one man you trust and love enough to do something as dangerous as this.

You start small, moving your hand from his knee to his upper thigh. He doesn’t question you, unmoving as you continue moving up, your fingers massaging his cojones before moving to his twitching cockhead. Tae has surely caught on by now, staying still as you continue moving your palm adjacent to his cock, making sure you can reach his sweet spot. There isn’t much you can do, with two layers covering his manhood and restricting you from accessing what you want to reach. You keep it low key as Tae flicks his skirt up, expressionless as you let your fingers wander and you fish out his dick from his sticky briefs.

The only indication that anything is happening at all to your lovely husband is the shallow breathing and the way he stretches his legs every once in a while as you push him closer to his orgasm. You’re tempted to lean over and use your mouth, but you want to see where this goes, so you continue pulling his cock, teasing him like he spent every waking moment trying to get you to fuck him at least twice a day. You and Tae have a very different dynamic, that's for sure.

When it’s needed, you take full control. Tae loves it. He loves it even more when you squeeze him tight enough to push him over the edge and release his first load of the night. You don’t let it go to waste, of course, licking it up from your fingers and hands before wiping the wet globs of semen from your hands and sanitizing as well.

“Wasn’t that a lovely movie? How about you take me home so we can continue where we left off?” You smile, Tae snapping out of his gaze as you start the car, pulling out of the parking lot so you could go back home to get your freak on.

“Wh-that fast? It just started though...did I miss something?”

“Good question, honey. How about you answer that after fucking me in the back of our car like there’s no tomorrow?” You pull over on the side of an unfamiliar road, making sure to park your car more towards the forest-like area, ignoring the strange howls from the wind. The sky looks ominous, endowed with moonlight, yet no stars. It’s not a full moon, however the environment is strangely silent. You ignore the strange feeling in your gut, focusing all your attention on your husband once again.

He’s discarded his skirt and briefs, finding no need to cast away his shirt since you were going to have to drive back home anyways after this. You found it odd that Tae didn’t question you for pulling into the middle of a forest area when you could’ve just driven straight back home.

Luckily, when Tae’s cock is buried deep inside of you, he gives you a fruitful reminder that he is indeed the man you married, the same man you teased during the drive-in movie. “Tae, I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, your voice low as you feel him shift above you.

“Let’s cum together, dearie.” You ignore how ragged he sounded just now, his breaths sounding unnatural and more like he’s gasping as he draws near to his climax. It’s not at all like the first time, he actually sounds like he’s having trouble breathing.

“Tae, babe, do we need to take a break?” You ask, watching as a wicked smile curls onto his lips. He languidly cums inside of you without asking, hot white cum splashing your inner walls and making your toes curl as your entire body sucks it up.

“Nope. I’ve already released my seed inside of you. Now, we just have to wait. Can you see him yet?” You’re fatigued, ruling out Tae’s strangeness since it was the middle of the night and Tae did work overtime today. It’s easier to believe things when you are in a state of exhaustion, whether it’s physical or mental. Right now, you were both.

“Okay...I’m just gonna drive. Let’s just go home and get some sleep. Thanks for tonight Tae, I really enjoyed the movie and what we just did back there.”

“Mmm.” His reply is late, and what’s even stranger is the fact that you didn’t cum for the first time ever with your husband and he couldn’t care less.

The next morning, you wake up to find a strange creature standing at your door. It’s not moving, just standing directly outside your room and staring. You were definitely creeped out. The sheets next to you rustle as Tae turns around, a red mop of hair sticking out from under the covers as he mutters something incoherent.

“Tae, honey, I think I’m seeing things.” You wake him up, to find that the creature is still there, foul thing still staring at you with its two beady eyes, great big wooden legs, and a giant torso with a connected head. You don’t even know what it is, but it's not natural. You’ve never seen such a terrifying thing before, and the world was suddenly starting to make less sense.

“I’msorry!” He shoots up in a flash, surprising you with his words as he blinks twice and rubs his eyes to glance at the same place you were staring at.

“Do you really not see that...thing?” You ask, unmoving.

“I’m sorry. It was the only thing I could do, it was following me too.”

“Pray tell, when did this start? When did you start seeing this thing, exactly?” You blink twice, the monster suddenly disappeared from your sight in an instant.

“I...I cheated on you. I’m so sorry baby. I wasn’t thinking and I just slept with her and-”

“How many times?” Your response is surprisingly calm, as expected of an older woman.

“O-only once.” You sigh, frowning as you look down between your legs. You suddenly felt the urge to squeeze out all of his cum from yesterday in one go, although that would be painful, you didn’t want to have a cheater’s cum inside of you.

“I’m very disappointed in you but right now it seems this thing is passed through sex. I think I need to have sex with another person to pass it on, but it would be unwise to let it go loose. I think I should get an exorcism or a baptism or something to clear it from my soul.” You feel like this is the plot of a very terrible movie, but it makes sense, considering that you had this strange feeling the night before when you were in the forest.

“You’re a wonderful person. I don’t deserve you, and although you might hate me for what I did, just hear me out. This thing, whatever it is, is lucky that it latched onto you. Maybe you could help it, all it does is just stare and it hasn’t shown any signs of hostility. I was going crazy, looking at it everyday and just wondering why it picked me. However, I still don’t know why it didn’t transfer to you earlier, we had sex a lot of times after I cheated and it never helped.” He sheepishly rubs the back of his ear, you wish you could scream at him or punch him in the nose, but you simply love this idiot too much to cause him any harm.

“My friends were right after all. You were a playboy once, so what were the odds you would actually change? I kinda guessed you did cheat on me, but I thought it was earlier in the relationship like when we were dating. You hung around that Naya girl a lot and I can’t believe I never realized it. This entire time you have been hurting me.”

“Honey, no. That’s silly, I would never--”

“—don’t listen to him, tell him what’s on your mind. I am here to help you.” You hear a voice inside your head. A comforting voice really, it sounds like a soft blanket to your ears.

“It is your job as my husband to take care of me and protect me from harm, however you have done the opposite. Dooming me to see visions of a being that only exists to perturb me and distract me from work.” He clenches his jaw.

“Look at him, he’s probably wondering what he’d do with himself if you cut off his money. Pretending like he’s a sugar baby. He’s just using you for your money.” You feel a surge of adrenaline. The strange being was right beside Taehyung, peering down at you as he spoke to you with his mind.

“Are you with me for my money?” You ask, finally cutting him off as he rambled on and on about all the reasons why he’s the perfect match for you. Now that the creature was pointing it out, you did think it was strange.

“What?! No, where is this coming from?”

“He’s just playing dumb. He’s not actually a puppy like you thought, you know? I’ve been inside his brain, I know what he thinks of you, how he thinks his wife is only good for a decent fuck and some cash.” You gasp at that, how real it sounded. You couldn’t imagine the thought of your Taehyung thinking such a thing deep in his mind. But if the supernatural creature heard it, he cannot be lying, surely.

“He’s in your head, right? He’s talking to you, driving you crazy like he did to me, right? Making you believe that I’m not in love with you, that our life is an illusion. Well, wake up dearie. At the end of the day, no matter who I slept with in the past, I chose you. I love you enough to have wanted to marry you, and that still hasn’t changed. I still want you.”

Any control that monster had over you disappears. You feel light in your heart as your husband reminds you of that wonderful feeling called love. You forgive and forget, although the fact that Tae cheated still remains heavy in your heart, and he makes up for it everyday, piece by piece.

Until one final day, you snap.

“Taehyung, I want you to wear this skirt. I bought it from this thrift store downtown. I got a matching crop top to go with it,” You throw the bag on the table, but what Tae finds inside rendered him speechless. “You’ve been cheating on me for a few weeks now, right? I found these clothes in the back of your car while I was trying to vacuum the backseat. They don’t belong to me and they certainly don’t belong to you, so who the fuck have you been seeing behind my back?” Before you can say anything else, Taehyung falls back, cowering as he nears the couch in the living room, trying to get away from the terrifying creature behind you.

“I-I can see him.” He points right behind you, as you smirk down at your clueless cheater husband.

“Of course you can. He’s my manifestation, after all.”

“Wait, wh-what?” Taehyung trembles, as you kneel down in front of him, crushing his jaw in your hand as you grip his face to look at you.

“I’ve been suspecting you for a while now. We may seem happy on the surface but we both know what you’re really like. You can’t stay away from temptation. It’s in human nature. Lucky for me, I’m not even human. So I don’t make mistakes.”

“Y/N, what are you saying?”

“I’m gonna use you as my personal cum dump, Tae. In case you’ve forgotten, we’re bound till death do us part. This little beast here is my second set of eyes. He’s been watching your every move when you thought you were going crazy. And don’t you dare bring up divorce. You can’t escape me.”

You’re done playing innocent. This whole time, you were using your little victim card. You were the ultimate master, controlling this creature with your mind. Everything he tells you is a reflection of your own thoughts, and he feeds you valuable information. You aren’t crazy, but you are certainly too much in love with Taehyung to just kill him like every man that came before.

Ah, the re-introduction. You were actually experimented on in a lab illegally, and with your newfound powers, you were able to escape with a group of friends. You haven’t heard from them in years but you’re sure they’re all just afraid of being captured again.

That was when you were a teenager. A nice old woman who lived in the middle of a small shack in the woods took care of you, teaching you basic things like reading and writing and she quickly found out that you were exceptionally intelligent, learning everything you were supposed to know from kindergarten to ninth grade.

You spent another two years completing your education at home, she was a teacher back when she was working in the city. The old lady taught you everything you know, and in turn, you used your beast to protect her. He could attack on your command, and you knew what the surrounding area looked like. You can tell when a person is lost or if they went there looking for trouble.

She left this world a long time ago, passing away in her sleep before you sought off to find a college. That’s when you met your first husband. Namjoon.

He was brilliant, he always had a knack for machinery. He loved building things and inventing new ways to ease your life. You became his girlfriend a few days after meeting him, after completing an English project you had for college, he just asked you to be his girlfriend. And you said yes.

At first, you were happy. But then, your beast told you that he was secretly unhappy and he was cheating on you. Like a fool, you waved it off.

One fine day, when he asked you to meet you in front of the water fountain at a famous park uptown, you thought he was going to break up with you. To your surprise, he knelt to the ground and proposed to you in front of all those people. You were blinded by your happiness to notice that your beast was unhappy.

Your beast was your heart, but lately you felt like he was against you. Your own creation, at that! Luckily, no one but you could see him, unless you enabled someone else to. You hadn't worked out all the details yet, you weren’t sure if it’s a good idea to let your husband see him.

About 3 months later, the visions started. Namjoon saw him, first only out of the corner of his eye, a shadow passing by so quickly he barely caught it. Just barely.

But then they got stronger. He was starting to see the monster at night, at the window, outside the bedroom door, beside your figure. He couldn’t sleep well at all. Finally, he talked to you about it, telling you that he was miserable because he kept seeing some creature that didn’t exist.

Then, one night…you heard him getting up to leave the room. You assumed he was going to use the bathroom so you didn’t think much of it. That’s when you heard a scream and a crunch. You knew something was wrong. It was too quiet.

You switched on the light to find your husband, dead on the floor. He was holding a knife and it looked like his arm was twisted the wrong way. He fought with someone, and you knew he wasn’t human. That was when you first doubted the beast. You never had any ill intentions towards your husband, you loved him dearly. However, your “heart” seemed to disagree.

So you moved on. After mourning his loss for a year, you decided to move to a different college in a different town. You found yourself attached to a new group of friends, and a new boy who seemed to be weaseling his way into your heart. His name was Jimin.

He was just as cheerful as kind, handsome as he was sweet, and all around a really fun guy to be around. His presence made everyone around him feel energized, and you knew by the way your heart skipped a few beats that he could be the one to fix your broken heart.

You went out with him a few times for coffee, but that was nothing more than just a friendly interaction. You grew frustrated with how he wasn’t reciprocating until one day, you found out about his little secret. He was a psychopath, someone who hurt others for his own pleasure. You saw him through the window of his dorm, as he killed a girl while she was clad naked only in her underwear and bra. He was shirtless as well, you could tell that he probably lured her in by making her feel a false sense of security through the blanket of intimacy that’s sex.

You just stared at him, you and your beast staring at that crazy man. However, when he looked down to meet eyes with you, you grinned, smiling sweetly as you always do with him.

He smiled back, still not knowing of the crazy things that had to come being involved with you. You started by helping him clean his mess, you made sure to get a mop and some towels to clean blood from the floor and any other surfaces.

“So why are you helping me?” He asked after a lengthy silence.

“Isn’t it obvious? I thought I was pretty obvious about my little crush.” You explicate, since Jimin didn’t understand right off the bat.

“This is illegal, you realize this right?”

“Oh, I like you too much to tattle on you. Besides, I have a few skeletons in my closet too.” You both kissed fervently afterwards, making out for a good five minutes in the bathroom before disposing of the body properly. That was the first murder you helped cover up.

You never told Jimin about your first husband, since the topic never came up. You never pried about your lives before each other, the lives you had before knowing how crazy you both were about each other. Compared to Namjoon, Jimin was rough.

He was a lot more dominant in bed and loved reminding you how you belonged to him. Of course, that’s a story for another day since the first time you had sex, he started seeing your beast and going crazy. He kept muttering in his sleep and then talking about the voice in his head. It got so bad that one day, he was escorted out of class.

You told him about the beast, explaining that he was your heart but Jimin did not believe anything you said. Instead, he tried to kill him. So, he fought back. And that was the end of husband number two.

You had two more husbands after that, each relationship spanning around two years, both men dying at the hands of your beast.

You didn’t realize it before, but this was actually the longest your beast tolerated this man. Taehyung was special. More special than the others. Looking at him now, you know in your heart, you want him all to yourself.

You don’t want anyone else to have him any longer. You start by destroying his phone, feeding it to your beast before stripping him down to change him into a skirt and a jersey. You start by taking away his freedom, little by little.

At first, Tae fights back. He tells you to think about what you’re doing and talk it out, but you’re done with playing the good. Now he will listen to you for a change, and pleasure you like he should’ve been doing properly this entire time.

It makes the process a lot easier when you make your daily visits and your Tae is smiling at you as you kneel down and put your hand under his skirt to feel up his voluptuous dick.

“Mmm, would you like to join me in the bedroom, dear?” You ask, smiling at his little bulge.

“I-is that okay?” You nod.

“You’ve been a good boy for me Tae, it’s fine.” You kiss him fiercely before unlocking his handcuffs and pulling him towards your bedroom. You climb on top of him, kissing him as you finger him as gently as possible, preparing him for your dildo.

This has become something of a routine, you would come into the room and give Tae some food and water and if he’s a good boy and doesn’t talk back, you would take him to your bedroom to spend the night with him. The first time, he tried to run away after punching you in the stomach. You quickly recoiled and held your womb, whispering in a ghastly voice, “You’re lucky you didn’t hit me a little lower. I might not be able to give you children if you damage my womb.” You had no idea what was going through Tae’s mind when he did that, so you isolated him for a week, only sliding the food and water in through a doggy door in your makeshift prison. You had it installed a while ago for your front door, but you went ahead and switched the two doors and now your “guest room” is Tae’s room.

The only thing you could lean on was your beast, who continued feeding you information, how Taehyung’s side chick actually left the country to pursue her dream after an opportunity presented itself, not even looking back or giving Tae a slight goodbye. She never texted him back, after he said “Goodnight” to her one time.

You feel like karma was starting to take its effect. The only thing in your way was Taehyung’s will to leave. You don’t know why your husband tried to escape the first time, as he never repeated it, only staying still as you climbed on top of him and rode him to your high.

He stayed silent, only grunting or cursing under his breath. You could tell he was breaking, or a lot more weaker than he was before. You had also only given him skirts to wear, which in turn squeezed his waist and only made him more uncomfortable.

After a good month or so of the same routine, you decided to grant Tae the privilege of wearing sweats. He was so happy, he jumped to hug you. However, from the beast’s perspective, you oils see Taehyung growling at him.

After some time had passed, you allowed Tae to walk around the ground floor of the house as he pleased. He was allowed to watch TV, solve puzzles, and pleasure you whenever he felt like it. Life was a lot better this way, with you controlling him like this. Although, you have to admit you do miss the old Tae, how he used to make you laugh and how he would always give you that boxy smile.

Maybe you did take things too far.

“It’s great that you’re making your husband your little slave. Look what a good slut he is, slurping your pussy like it’s the only one in the world.” You hum in reply, concentrating on Tae as he spits on your labia.

He’s not happy though, and neither am I. He’s miserable. You frown as your husband continues licking down your slit, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.

“You made me, I know you better than you know yourself. This is what’s best for you.” He growls, you know it would be best to listen to him but what has he ever done for you? Killed the loves of your life?

“Tae, stop. I’m retaliating. I can’t do this. I want you back, I want to be free with you, but he doesn’t want that.”

“YOU MADE ME SO I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, LISTEN TO ME YOU INSOLENT HUMAN.” You cower, Tae immediately jumping in front of him, holding up his fists in defense.

“Tae, honey, I know you think you’re helping but you were locked in a small room for hours on end with no exercise unless you count sex. Your muscles are really out of whack.”

“Um, trying to save you from a horrible creature at the moment. Can you try to at least not insult my body? You did this to me.” Tae puts his hands on his hips as you move in front of him.

“Leave us alone. Leave me alone. I don’t need you anymore. You took advantage of me!” You grip Taehyung’s arm as he growls at you. Slowly, he starts disappearing. Like dust, he crumbles and all that’s left is residue. You grip Tae tight, holding him steady to keep him from falling in shock. “Fuck, you haven’t eaten. Ohhh, we need a doctor.”

Taehyung helps you out after he wakes up, having been diagnosed with Hypoglycemia after not eating well for the past month. He forgives you just as you forgave him for cheating on you earlier.

You made sure to take care of him, slowly returning to normalcy after a torturous time. After being forced to wear skirts for three weeks straight, Taehyung had trauma.

To support him, you threw out all of your skirts and got pant suits instead. One fine day after arriving home from work, you find Tae moaning in his room. However, he isn’t alone. He was in bed with another woman and all you could do was clasp your hands over your mouth and cry. This is what you get for trying to turn him into your slave. You deserved this.

You run away from home that night, leaving to find something to take your mind off from things for a bit. That’s when you meet someone at the convenience store.

“Rough day?” He’s obviously older than Taehyung, by a couple years.

“You know it. I just found out my husband’s cheating on me, again.” He puts his phone down, leaning over the counter as you vent to him.

“Oh really? Well sorry if it sounds impolite but I’m a doctor and I just had to ask, are you having problems in the bedroom? I can’t think of a reason why he would cheat on a lady as sweet as yourself.” You blush at the compliment, smiling before defending Tae.

“No, it’s not any of your business either. And for the record...I can’t think of a reason why he would do it again.”

“What about the first time, you said he cheated again, right?” You shrug. “May I ask if he's younger than you?” You scoff.

“Yeah, he’s about 8 years younger than me. He was a frat boy in college. That’s how he got my heart.”

“Hmmm, ever stop to think why he would cheat on you now?”

“Shut up. My Tae would never–”

“Ohhh Yoongi, my darling Taehyung just gave me this diamond ring. He called me his special gen.” You see a girl, who looks no older than 16 running into the shop.

“Aish, Soojin, I told you to stay away from that guy.”

“You know someone named Tae?” You ask the girl, untying your scarf from your neck in anxiousness.

“Yeah, my boyfriend Taehyung. He’s rich and he has a huge house. He also lives with his older sister but she wasn’t home today.” Your face goes pale.

“His last name might not happen to be Kim…could it?”

“Yes, exactly! Taehyung Kim who lives on 1292 Burbank street, do you know him?” You nearly faint, the man from behind the counter running over to help you up.

“That’s my husband, and no, he’s an only child. It seems that you’ve been played, little Soojin. We’ve both been played.” You close your eyes, feeling dizzy as a high-pitched ringing racks in your ears.

When you wake up, you’re in the hospital, the cries of a newborn filling your ears like music. It’s your daughter, you gave birth to her yesterday.

You passed out from the pain of giving birth that you dreamt up a whole scenario where your husband cheated on you. You vaguely remember that day you had sex in the back of your car and you were pregnant a week later with your first child.

Afterwards, Taehyung was cautious around you and helped make the entire pregnancy easier. He massaged you, pleasured you, and made amazing food for you.

During the entire birth he was by your side. Not once did he cheat on you or leave you for another woman. He was yours from the moment you laid eyes upon him.

“You’re awake,” You found Tae sitting right where he was when you gave birth, beside you. “It’s a girl. What do you want to name her?” You breathe in relief, pain leaving your body as you lay eyes upon your child for the first time. Her eyes are jet black as she peers at you curiously.

“Let’s give her the name we picked together.”

“Awww, Amie. Amie Kim has such a nice ring to it.” Your husband kisses your cheek as you both speak to your baby in hushed tones, ignoring the machines as they continue whirring in the background.

#taehyung x reader #bts #Smut #murder #happy ending #horror #smutcentralnet

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rulesofthebeneath · 4 years ago

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Hey guys!!

Here’s the new thing I’ve been writing! I hope y’all enjoy lmao this started as a dumb idea but now I’ve been really emotionally invested in it. I’m gonna try to post about twice a week. Let me know what you think, please!!! Tags: @abunchofbadchoices, @mrsbhandari, @lilmissperfectlyimperfect

The first time he’d ever told anyone, it was his first boyfriend, and he was met with a sarcastic snort.

“Come on, ‘Jay. That’s just what gay guys say when they’re scared to come out all the way. You can’t be both gay and straight, you have to choose.”

He was fourteen, and had no idea what to make of any of his feelings, much less the weird ones that made his heart beat faster and made butterflies storm his stomach. So he accepted that, and listened to Jake, who was older and wiser than him.

“Are you sure?” he’d asked.

“Yeah. Wait, ‘Jay, do you not like me anymore?”

“What? Of course I do.”

“Oh, good. I was scared you were trying to break up. But I don’t know why you’d say something as crazy as that. You know you can always talk to me, okay?”

Ajay nodded, but deep inside he sincerely doubted that. In retrospect, it was the first of several red flags that had led to a less-than-happy ending for him and Jake.

The next people he told were his parents. As far as Indian parents went, they were pretty open-minded, and hadn’t really cared about him liking guys. He’d even been able to bring home boyfriends or school dance dates without making too many waves with his parents. They didn’t really understand why he couldn’t just date a nice girl, but they loved him anyways, and he knew he was lucky.

But when he’d said he liked both guys and girls, he was met with polite parental confusion.

“What? But you only go out with boys, putra,” his mom had said. “You’ve never brought a girl home. How do you know you like both, hm?”

It was an excellent point. Ajay couldn’t explain how he knew he liked girls, just like he couldn’t explain why he liked guys. But he just did.

His father shook his head. “No, no, no. You’ll have to choose someday. You don’t have to hide yourself and pretend you like girls just to make us happy. You know we love you.”

Ajay hadn’t even known how to respond to that one, so he’d just nodded and excused himself from dinner. He’d never brought it up again.

He’d posted anonymously on a forum for gay youth that he’d found, but hadn’t recieved much other than “that’s not real”, “you can’t like both”, “you have to choose”, “so you’re a cheater?” and “you’re just saying that because you’re scared of committing to life as a gay guy”.

It wasn’t long before he’d just logged out completely, questioning himself. Did he just think he was attracted to girls because he felt like he had to be? Because society said guys were supposed to like girls? Was it true that he was scared of being gay, because of all the homophobia he’d have to face? Especially as a second-generation Indian, he was expected to life the perfect heterosexual American lifestyle, getting a good job and having two or three kids and making his family back in India proud of their success story. Even though his parents knew he was gay and didn’t care, nobody else in his family knew. He hated to think what they’d say about him if they did. They already talked smack about Ajay’s only openly gay cousin, Aditya, and Ajay knew he was basically dead to the family.

So was he just pretending he liked girls to escape the full ramifications of being gay? It was possible, he thought, but probably not. He’d never had a girlfriend or even been on a date with a girl, but that was due to an unfortunate outing incident orchestrated by his ex (another of those red flags he’d ignored).

Despite the fact that he was outed, though, he’d found a group of friends who had thoroughly supported him. Rory, in all of their genderfluid nonbinary aro/ace glory, Clint and Natalie whose sexualities seemed to be oriented towards whichever gender Rory presented as on a given day, Skye who was a goth sapphic icon, James who was the token straight ally, Trevor who was so deep in the closet that Ajay doubted he’d come out this century, then two mysteries.

One was Erin, Ajay’s longtime best friend. He knew she liked guys, but he didn’t know if she only liked guys or if she liked other genders too. He wasn’t about to ask, though, because asking her would lead to her asking him, and he wasn’t quite prepared for that.

The other was Grace, James’ twin sister. As far as James was known as a heartbreaker, Grace didn’t appear to have dated anybody. Or at least, she didn’t talk about it and neither James nor Rory, who’d known her since childhood, said anything about it either. And again, he wasn’t about to ask because of the possibility of the awkward return question.

All his friends would pick on him, good-naturedly, about just how gay he was– how he always dressed sharp, his hair was always neatly combed and occasionally slicked back with gel, how he liked theatre way more than a straight guy could ever, the fact that he couldn’t do math, how his best friend was a girl, his taste for iced lattes, his distaste for anything athletic. Erin had even caught him doing a facemask one morning, and had teased the living hell out of him for it. Ajay didn’t see the big deal– he just wanted to keep his skin clear– but was willing to accept that basic hygiene and skincare were not something that straight men typically did.

It was all in good fun, and Ajay knew that, and he would even laugh along with his friends when they pointed that stuff out. It was funny, he could admit that. And he was gay— that was the only part of his sexuality that was easy for him to admit. He’d found comfort in that label, even though it wasn’t the full story.

In all honesty, he was scared to be openly bisexual. Coming out as gay to his parents after being forcibly outed at school was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, and he couldn’t imagine doing it again. And how would he explain that he liked both guys and girls? He’d seen what they said on TV and in the movies, even in some books. Bisexuals are promiscuous, bisexuals are cheaters, all bisexuals choose to be either gay or straight eventually. It’s just a phase.

In previous years, in weaker moments, he’d wished he could just be gay. After a particularly disastrous encounter with a girl named Kelly and his very unfortunate crush on her, he’d cursed himself for liking girls when everyone knew he was gay. He tried to convince himself to be gay, to just only like guys, but it never took.

It never took, and it was one of the reasons he resented Rory, who was unapologetically themself. Rory didn’t care what people said, and either way they weren’t interested in dating. Rory had it good, anyways. They had parents who loved them, accepted them unconditionally, and had even thrown them a coming out party. They were just a far braver person than Ajay was, and Ajay wished he could have their accepting family and their confidence and just be who he was.

Ajay sat down heavily at the lunch table, having gotten there surprisingly early. Rory sat there, picking at their lunch absent-mindedly while scrolling through their phone. Grace sat beside them, twirling her hair around her finger and completely ignoring her lunch in favor of staring at something across the cafeteria. Ajay followed her line of sight but only saw the new poster advertising their spring musical, The Tempest.

Grace had snagged the lead role of Miranda after making her high school theatre debut as the lead in their fall play. It was her sophomore year, after she and her brother transferred from a school in Seattle when her parents decided to move back to their hometown and start their own business, a small diner called the Golden Griddle. Grace herself was an impressive actor, and even though Ajay didn’t want to admit it, she was an impressive person as well.

She turned her head as if snapping out of a trance, looking towards Ajay.

“Hey,” she greeted him. “Just checking out the new posters. I didn’t see them before.”

That’s right, Ajay reminded himself. Of course she might not have seen them until now. She had been noticeably absent from rehearsal yesterday, where Skye and Mr. Olsen had presented the new posters and the entire group had spent the last half-hour putting them up all over the school. It hadn’t been a huge deal- there were plenty of scenes that needed blocking, and Ajay had just had Skye stand in for Grace where it was needed. But he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t concerned, especially since he’d seen her twin heading home from soccer practice.

“Yeah, we put them up during rehearsal yesterday.”

“About that,” she started, looking uneasy. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to rehearsal yesterday. I… wasn’t feeling well, and I had to go home early.”

Ajay furrowed his brows. Grace looked so uncomfortable while she was saying that that it was obvious it was a lie, or at least not the entire truth. He wanted to ask her about it, but then James loudly sat down beside her, chatting with Erin, and he dropped it. Grace looked relieved at her brother’s interruption. Ajay shook it off– it didn’t really matter anyways. But he was worried all the same.

“Stop pouting,” Erin interjected,shooting him a ferocious glare. He was so surprised that the frown slipped off his face, causing the whole table to break out into giggles. Even Grace, which eased the worry a little. He shot a fake glare Erin’s way, then had to dodge another glare.

Skye, Natalie, Clint and Trevor showed up not long after, and Rory finally looked up from their phone.

“Hey,” they said. “How was everyone’s morning?”

Skye groaned. “Math test. Kill me now, before my parents see my grades.”

Grace rolled her eyes. “You know you got this, Skye. You knew everything on that test when we were studying last night.”

“Test anxiety is a bitch, though,” Trevor added. He prodded Skye’s shoulder. “I get it. We can’t all be the modern-day Einstein.”

“I resent that,” Grace mumbled, though a small smile remained on her face.

“I signed up to take the SAT at the end of the year,” Erin interjected. “I’m starting SAT prep tutoring this weekend. Three hours on both days.

The entire table except Ajay cringed. “Me too,” he admitted. “I’m gonna need a lot of help if I want a good score on the math section. I can’t make heads or tails of some of this trig stuff.”

Privately, he’d been thinking of asking Grace to help him out after rehearsal. She was already helping Skye on weekends, and though he couldn’t pay her like Skye’s parents could, he thought he’d offer to buy her dinner if she agreed. But that thought remained stuck inside his head, some part of him inexplicably nervous about being alone with her.

While he was caught up in his thoughts, wondering why the girl made him nervous and furiously trying to ignore that part of him, the conversation at the table had continued on without him. James jabbed Grace with his elbow and she jabbed him back. Erin and Rory talked about the college application process, Erin admitting that she wouldn’t be trying for any BFA Drama programs. Clint and Natalie hung on to Rory’s every word, echoing their indignation that Erin wouldn’t pursue drama in higher education. Skye and Trevor talked about set design, Skye even whipping out her sketchbook to add in some details.

By the time Ajay regained attention of the conversation around him, triggered by Erin asking him about that week’s rehearsal schedule, Grace had already zoned back out of the conversation, staring at the poster again. Ajay frowned again. What was up with her?

“Earth to Ajay”, Erin said. “We were arguing over which team was better, softball or soccer. What do you think?”

Ajay quirked an eyebrow. “Erin, I don’t do sports.”

“I don’t know why not. They’re fun! Even just to watch.”

“You know full well I have a complete aversion to any physical activity. But I guess if I had to choose, I’d say soccer.”

Erin nodded knowingly, a smirk playing on her lips. “I can see that. Scoping out the hot guys, are we?”

Ajay sighed “Sure,” he said, trying to sound as defeated as possible. Erin knew how he’d dated Jake a while ago, and he was now the team captain in his senior year at Berry. Erin had a theory that he still held a torch for the guy, though, which couldn’t be further from the truth. The only games he went to anymore were the ones that the whole theatre group went to with Grace to support James. Even though James wasn’t cast in the musical, he was an honorary part of the crew, having stepped in with his calm demeanor during various theatre emergencies. Everyone liked the guy– it was impossible not to– and they made up the loudest group on the bleachers cheering for him.

The only reason Ajay still liked soccer was because it was the only sport he understood. Jake had made sure he’d known everything about soccer, talking about it constantly. Ajay knew his ex planned to play pro soccer in Europe after graduation. Ajay had grown into a soft spot for the game that didn’t end when his relationship with Jake had.

The bell rang to signal that lunch was over, and everyone got up except Ajay and Grace. Ajay, because he was still reeling over the exchange, and Grace, because she was still lost in space, staring at that poster.

“Hey,” he said to her, barely able to make himself heard over the chatter in the cafeteria. “You okay?”

Grace’s eyes snapped to Ajay’s, looking startled for a half-second. “Oh, yeah, just distracted,” she said unconvincingly. She started to gather her stuff, and Ajay echoed her.

He fell into the crowd beside her, trying to make their way through into the hallway. Ajay screwed up all his courage to ask her about tutoring, because he really did need that extra math help.

“Hey, so, I was wondering if you’d be able to help me with my math stuff? I’ll be working on the SAT problems on the weekends but I’m falling dangerously behind in class again. I can’t really pay you but I can buy you dinner or something?”

Grace looked over, a little surprised. “Oh, yeah, sure. You don’t need to buy me dinner, though. I don’t charge my friends.”

“You don’t? But don’t Skye’s parents pay you?”

Grace looked a little embarrassed. “They insisted, and I tried to resist but Skye told me it was just a drop in the bucket for them. So really, I don’t need anything.”

“If you’re sure,” Ajay said. “But if there is anything I can do to repay you, I’ll do it.”

Grace paused for a moment. “Um… if you could help me with English it would be great. I don’t know what any of these old British writers are saying.”

“Sure, that stuff can be hard to digest. Sounds like a good deal for me.”

“Alright. Think we could hit up a coffee shop or a fast food place or something, say twice a week after rehearsal?”

Ajay nodded. “Thanks, Grace.”

“No, thank you,” she smiled. “See you at rehearsal.” Then she ducked her head and disappeared into the crowd.

#ajay x mc #ajay bhandari #hssca #high school story class act #choices #playchoices #choices fanfic #hssca fanfic #my fanfic

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remusownsmyuwus · 4 years ago

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Back in Baltimore

Warnings: Implied abuse, cursing, drugs/drug mentions, the foster care system, violence (some doodles Remus made), death mentions.

Prompt by @lance-alt

They were barely three. They'd been called in for a special day, so they packed their garbage bags (no one ever donated suitcases, and it wasn't like anyone would give them anything not required by law) early in the morning and ate a rushed, stale breakfast. The woman whose foster home it was crammed them in her van with the other six kids staying with her. There wasn't enough room and since they were the youngest, Remus sat in Roman's lap, looking out the window and bouncing his leg.

They got out at a nice park and the woman explained that today was a day where all the foster kids were going to be here to meet with "possible candidates" and maybe find new moms and dads. Remus picked at the grass, his fingers not yet precise enough to tie the blades into knots. Roman sat next to him, listening attentively until the woman clapped her hands twice.

Roman jumped up, beckoning to Remus. Remus followed, chasing Roman around the yard, his stubby legs propelling him forward.

Roman's foot caught in a hole in the grass in front of two men who were looking around at the kids playing in the park. He fell catastrophically, tumbling over himself and hitting against one of the men's legs.

"Well hello there!" The man said to Roman, ignoring Remus who had run up behind his brother, checking to see if he was hurt.

The man reached down, helping Roman to his feet. "I'm Corbin," he said, and then gestured to the man next to him. "This is Sloan, my husband."

"I'm Roman!" Roman said. Remus stood behind him. He wanted to speak, introduce himself, but... Roman looked so happy. And Remus suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This wasn't his place, not at all. Maybe.... Maybe these were Roman's new dads, and maybe.... Maybe Remus would find new parents somewhere else.

He walked away, sniffling. He didn't want to cry in front of Roman, then Roman would try to cheer him up. And that would be... That would be... A bad way to say goodbye.

★★★★★★★

"Fucking hell. I fucking hate Baltimore." Remus slung the garbage bag over his shoulder. He'd been kicked out of another foster home (this time for selling drugs, which sucked, because not only was he caught, but he had also been here a good few months and actually had a few regular clients.) And now he was going back to Baltimore. Home-sweet-fucking-home, Baltimore. There hadn't been any open houses in the area so booting his scrawny seventeen year old ass over a state and into his least favorite city was obviously the best thing to do.

He'd start at his new school tomorrow. He stepped down, thanking the bus driver, and relished the silence walking to his new temporary home. As he walked up the short pathway to the door, he heard yelling inside. Good to set your expectations right early, right?

He knocked on the door, rather loudly, and the yelling stopped.

"Oh, hello, uh...." Said a wiry woman who came to the door.

"Remus. Your new.... Kid," he supplied. He adjusted the garbage bag on his shoulder, hearing some of his few prized possessions clink together at the bottom of the bag.

"Right, right, come on in. You'll be sharing a room with Virgil, since you and him are about the same age." The woman beckoned him in, showing him up the stairs and into a room that was papered with band posters.

"'Sup," said a emo boy sitting in one of the three beds in the room. "I'm Virgil, but you can call me Virge. I guess we're roomies now?"

"That's basically the deal, yeah. I'm Remus." Remus walked to one of the beds and set his garbage bag down gently on it.

"Weird name."

"Says the guy named after a Roman poet who wrote about bees and flowers," Remus looked over his shoulder, watching the boy of maybe fifteen or sixteen crack a smile.

"Touché."

"What grade are you in? And do you go to the local public highschool? Because I'll need a tour guide tomorrow." Remus started to pull things out of his trash bag ""suitcase"" and organizing them.

"Tenth, and yeah. I'll take you around." Virgil hummed along to the song playing in his headphones.

"Fucking Baltimore."

★★★★★★★

A substitute teacher for his first class on his first day of a new school. Fucking spectacular.

"Hello class, I'm Ms. Mason. I'll be your substitute for today. First off, roll call." The teacher, about 30, with short brown hair, bent down and retrieved a clipboard, brushing some hair out of her face, and started to read names.

"Duke, Remus?" She said, after a few names.

"Here." He'd been garnering looks since he came in, because having a new student is fun and exciting for everyone else.

The teacher nodded, moving on down the list. Remus ears pricked. "Prince, Roman?" Remus looked around, somewhat frantically.

"Here," Said a boy with light brown hair, a few rows in front of Remus.

Remus craned his neck, trying desperately to get a look at Roman's face. It was super duper unlikely, but there's only so many "Roman"s in Baltimore. Remus thought about the name. If he really was.... Remus couldn't even think it.... If he really was him, then when he'd gotten adopted he'd changed his name... He'd upgraded, from a Duke to a Prince.

Ms. Mason finished calling roll, setting down the clipboard and picking up a thick stack of papers. "This is your worksheet for today, it's due at the end of the period." She maneuvered around the teacher's desk, handing out papers. Remus took one distractedly, still watching the back of Roman's head.

He didn't dare to hope, and yet here he was, hoping, desperately. Desperately, that this was his Roman. His brother.

He spent the rest of the class nervously fidgeting with his paper, doodling people's heads being cut off and swords being shoved through people's guts. When the bell rang he had already stuffed the paper in his bag, and he made his way toward Roman. What if he was wrong? He couldn't be. But what if he was?

"Do you need anything?" A voice said with a thick New York accent, and Remus met the eyes of a tall, thin boy wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses.

"Your number?" Remus cocked his eyebrow. If the boy was straight he'd be scared off and if he was gay... Well, Remus wouldn't mind.

The boy leaned down a bit, hugging Remus around the neck. "Type this into your phone," he whispered, starting to say his phone number after Remus had opened his contacts app. "And, the name is Remy, by the way. Toodles, babes."

Remus grinned, typing in the name and putting his phone in his pocket. He looked up, only to see the last of his classmates filtering out, and no Roman in sight. Fuck.

★★★★★★★

His next two classes were fine. He didn't pay attention, mind too distracted by Roman and Remy...

The lunch bell rang, and Remus was already out the door of AP calculus, pulling out his phone and tapping Remy's name.

"Babes?" Came the sarcastic, New York accented voice.

"Where can I meet you for lunch? It's Remus, by the way. From first period."

"A building, the one by the West gate. I'll be at the door and we can drop by Starbucks or something."

Remus hung up, walking through campus until he found the A building and spotting a shiny pair of sunglasses. "Hey there Remy. You said something about Starbucks?"

"Hey babes! Nice to see you again," Remy slung an arm over Remus' shoulders. "And yes. Starbies."

Remus chuckled. "Which direction?"

Remy gestured with his free hand, slipping his phone in his pocket. "What brings you to Baltimore? The big b?"

"Got kicked out. Again." Remus shook his head at Remy's concerned look. "Don't worry, my birth parents are dead." Remus laughed at Remy's shocked expression. "Don't worry about it. But, any chances you know that Roman Prince guy?"

"Yeah, we've talked a few times. Talks a lot about his dads, real family loving kid. I guess." Remy blew some hair out of his face, gesturing for Remus to turn a corner.

Remus was practically holding his breath. "And his dads, do you know their names?"

"Corbin and... Sloan? Shaun?"

"Sloan." Remus pushed open the doors of the Starbucks. "That's definitely him, then. My brother. Roman Duke. Or well, these days, Roman Prince."

"Isn't that dramatic? Damn, your life is like a soap opera or some shit, babes."

"Yeah, I guess," Remus laughed. "What do you want?"

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adrianainthesnow · 5 years ago

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Meeting the Brother(s???)

This is based on the Sanders Sides AU Love and Other Fairytales by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors. It’s a lovely extensive world with a lot of great lore and interesting characters. I would recommend it if you haven’t already read it.

Summary: After being cagey about talking about his hometown and family life, Thomas finally decides to start introducing Harley to his family, starting, of course, with his brother Logan. Just his brother Logan. At least, that was the intention.

(Harley meets the husband squad. Logan is very awkward at the beginning, Patton and Roman are little shits, and Virgil has very purposefully turned his scary-to-humans meter up to 150%. So basically, Thomas is having a rough day.)

Trigger Warnings: Homophobia mentioned

Harley wasn’t a habitually nervous person. He liked to think of himself as a calm person, actually: someone who was ready to roll with life’s punches with a smile on his face.

But today, yeah, he was nervous, because he was about to meet a member of Thomas’ family. They’d been dating for months now and at first when Thomas had brushed him off about meeting each other’s families, Harley had understood. It was a big step after all, but slowly over the next few months, it became abundantly clear that there was something else behind Thomas’ reluctance to introduce Harley to his parents or twin brother.

Anytime Harley brought it up, Thomas got nervous, his eyes darting around like he was looking for an escape, and he’d change the subject as soon as he could. He talked a bit about his family; Harley knew he and his brother were close and that he was very fond of his parents, but sometimes, when he was in the middle of telling a story about one of them, he’d abruptly cut himself off and rush to change topics. He almost refused to talk about his hometown other than it was small and near a forest. He hadn’t even told Harley where it was, as though he was afraid Harley would go try to track it down or something. He’d only accidentally dropped the name into conversation twice and seemed mildly horrified when he realized he did. Out of morbid curiosity, Harley had googled “Wickhills” the second time Thomas had accidentally said it. He hadn’t found anything particularly out of the ordinary, though when he tried to use the Google Maps feature, it wouldn’t load even though he’d tried it multiple times, so he still wasn’t quite sure where it was.

Harley had done the math. Gay man who moved to the city and was cagey when talking about his too small to be on the map hometown and his family. Yeah…

When Thomas had anxiously told him he was going to go visit his brother that weekend and asked if he wanted to join, Harley had accepted despite the way his stomach squirmed a bit.

So, here they were, in Thomas’ car, parking in a guest parking spot of an apartment complex. Thomas seemed strung out and it was not helping Harley’s nerves. Did Logan even know Harley was Thomas’ boyfriend? Did he even know Thomas was gay?

Thomas took a deep breath and Harley heard him mumbled, “it’s just Logan,” under his breath, sounding almost angry at himself before he resolutely pushed open the car door. Harley followed him up the stairs to one of the apartments.

Thomas dithered at the door, looked over at Harley, and leaned forward to press a quick, but slightly desperate kiss to his lips. Then he knocked.

The door opened almost immediately as though the person there had been standing by the door waiting for them to arrive. Harley had to blink. He’d known they were twins of course, but it was still startling. He looked almost like an exact copy of Thomas except his eyes were much lighter than the ones Harley was used to. Those eyes peered at him sharply and it made Harley want to squirm, but then he quirked an awkward half-smile and Harley forced himself to calm.

“Um, Harley, this is Logan. Logan this is Harley,” Thomas said. Harley noticed he didn’t introduce him as his boyfriend and decided to follow his lead and not mention it yet.

“Salutations,” Logan said, nodding at him.

“Hi,” Harley said back. The three of them stared at each other for a moment before Logan finally moved back from the door-frame and gestured inside.

“You two can come in.” It was a small studio apartment and Harley could see Logan’s carefully made bed in the corner next to a desk. On the wall to his left was a small kitchenette and a door to what he imagined was the bathroom.

“You have a nice apartment,” Harley said.

“Thank you.” Logan was as stiff as a board. Well that was just great.

Thomas was very clearly jittery and very clearly not going to be able to say anything to cut the tension.

“So, you’re studying Environmental Science, right?” Harley asked.

“I am, yes.”

Harley waited a moment, hoping he would continue. “What classes are you taking?” he asked.

Logan listed off a few classes and Harley commented and asked anther question and then another. They continued the conversation like that: Harley asking questions and Logan answering as concisely as possible and Thomas saying nothing. Eventually, Harley ran out of questions to ask and shot Thomas a okay-you-need-to-help-me-now look.

“So, anyway,” Thomas interjected. “We were going to go have lunch, right?”

“Right,” Logan said quickly, seemingly relieved that his brother was speaking. “Where would you like to go?”

“Um. I don’t know,” Thomas said. “You live here. You pick.”

“You’ve been here enough to know the restaurants around here, Thomas, and I can eat wherever I want, whenever. You pick.”

“I don’t care.”

“Perhaps Harley can pick,” Logan suggested, looking over at him.

And now they were both staring at him. “I don’t even know what’s around here to pick,” Harley protested.

Logan considered him. “What type of food do you like?”

“I don’t know,” Harley said, suddenly forgetting every type of food he’d ever eaten. “Pasta?”

Logan seemed to think for a moment. “I’m not sure of any places which serve pasta near us.”

“It, um, it doesn’t have to be pasta. I’m really fine with anything,” Harley insisted.

They continued to go around like that for a few minutes. Eventually, Thomas excused himself to go to the restroom.

They petered off into silence and then stared at each other for a few long moments. Harley suddenly wished to go back to the awkward, no-you-pick-the-restaurant conversation, but he couldn’t find it in himself to start it back up.

There was a knock on the door.

“Expecting visitors?” Harley asked.

Logan’s brows drew together. “No,” he stated. The knocking became louder and Logan sighed, turning to go open the door.

“Surprise visit!” a man yelled upon the door being opened. He launched himself at Logan, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“P-Patton?!” Logan sputtered.

Another man shoved his way into the room, dropping a bag by the door and pushing past them before walking past Harley to the bed in the corner. He paused to toe off his shoes before throwing himself on the bed. “Hey, Specs.”

A third man who wore a dark purple hoodie, the hood pulled up to obscure most of his head, followed him in and closed the door behind them. He didn’t speak, but just moved to hop on top of Logan’s desk in a motion that was just barely odd enough to set Harley’s teeth on edge. It may have been a trick of the light, but his eyes looked… wrong.

“I specifically told you I was meeting Thomas’ boyfriend today and to not come interrupt.” Harley blinked. Apparently, Logan did know the nature of his and Thomas’ relationship.

“Oh, was that today?” the one sprawled over Logan’s bed asked. “Oops, we must have forgotten Didn’t we forget, Patton?”

Patton giggled into Logan’s chest. “Uh huh, yeah,” he said unconvincingly.

“You allowed this,” Logan hissed at the man on the desk, his lips pursed. He simply shrugged in response.

“Well, while we’re here,” the man on the bed waved off Logan’s ire and turned to prop himself up on his elbow to study Harley. “Hello, you must be Harley, I’m Roman.”

Patton released Logan from the hug and turned to Harley with a cheery smile. He offered a hand to shake. “I’m Patton. It’s very nice to meet you! We’ve heard so much about you.”

Harley could not say the same. If Thomas had dropped the names Roman or Patton into a conversation, it had been fleeting enough that he didn’t notice.

“And Dark-and-Stormy-Night over there is named Virgil,” Roman offered, gesturing at him. Harley glanced at the man and had to swallow a lump in his throat at the intense way Virgil was staring at him, not moving.

“Um, nice to meet you all,” Harley said.

Patton beamed at him. “Oh!” he said suddenly. “Lo, your mom sent a pie!” He scrambled over to the bag Roman had dropped off near the door and unzipped it, pulling out a pie tin and moving to set it on the kitchen counter.

“I see my parents were complicit in this scheme,” Logan said dryly.

Patton blinked at him innocently. “Scheme?” he asked sweetly.

“It was an honest mistake,” Roman insisted, hands over his heart.

“Virgil, was this an honest mistake?” Logan asked.

“It could have been,” Virgil spoke for the first time and Harley felt his breath get caught in his throat.

Logan frowned at him. “That is not an answer.”

Patton laughed softly, coming back to Logan’s side. Then, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the corner of Logan’s lips.

Harley froze. “Wait, are you…?”

Logan’s eyes flickered to Harley and he seemed to understand the question he’d been trying to ask. “They’re my husbands.”

“Husbands?” Harley asked, his mind suddenly reeling.

“Is that a problem?” Roman asked, suddenly sharp.

Harley blinked. “No!” he said quickly. “No. It’s just… I thought… You’re married?”

“Yes,” Logan said.

Harley’s mind desperately tried to do the math. “Do your…” he glanced at the pie on the counter. “Your parents are okay with that?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t they be?” he asked as though it was the simplest thing in the world. Okay, Harley needed to recalibrate a few assumptions in his mind. He opened his mouth to say something else when the bathroom door opened.

“Oh, no, what’s going on?” Thomas asked. He’d frozen in the bathroom doorway, eyes wide on Logan’s visitors.

“I did not invite them,” Logan defended himself immediately.

“Hi, Thomas!” Patton greeted. Thomas squeaked back.

“Thomas, I thought I wasn’t meeting your family because they were homophobes,” Harley stammered.

He heard a snort from Roman’s direction. Surprise seemed to shock Thomas enough to speak. “What? No!”

“Then why have you been so weird about talking about your family?” Harley asked.

“I… uh, I, well…”

“You see what you did,” Logan scolded his husbands. “Thomas wasn’t ready for this conversation with Harley yet and you three are basically forcing him into it.”

That gave Harley pause. He looked at the way his boyfriend had shrunk down into himself and refused to look directly at him and suddenly realized what was happening. Harley had though Thomas was worried about how his family would react to Harley, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe, Thomas was afraid of how Harley would react to his family. “It’s,” he said. “It’s okay, Thomas. You don’t have to tell me right now.”

There was a pause. “Really?” he asked and the cautious way he was looking at him made Harley’s heart lodge in his throat.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d like to know what it is eventually, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. You can tell me when you’re ready. It can wait.”

Thomas sagged in relief. “Thanks.” Harley offered him a hand and Thomas took it instantly, winding their fingers together.

“Aw!” Patton said.

Thomas flushed red and his head shot up, but, Harley noticed, he didn’t move to drop his hand. “Say nothing,” he demanded, but he wasn’t looking at the man who had spoken. His eyes were locked on his brother.

“That’s quite a hypocritical demand, Bug,” Logan said, a smirk on his lips and light dancing in his eyes.

“We were going to go get something to eat,” Harley said. “Would the three of you like to join us?”

“Tacos!” Roman said slapping his hands on the bed and sitting up.

Logan rolled his eyes fondly. “Every time.”

“Tacos are good!” Roman insisted. “Especially from Marco’s Kitchen. Right Pat?”

“Whatever you say, dear.”

“See, you’re already outvoted.”

“That is two votes,” Logan pointed out, but there was a teasing note to his tone. “There are six of us. You do not even have half”

“Virgil, help me out here.”

“No.”

Harley listened to them bicker, clearly more than comfortable with each other and felt himself get a little less nervous. He squeezed Thomas’ hand in his. Today might actually turn out to not be as bad as he thought.

It was a few hours later that Patton, Roman, and Virgil left to head back home. They’d each given Logan a kiss and gave Thomas an affectionate hug, pat on the shoulder, and nod of the head respectively.

“It was nice to meet all of you,” Harley offered, and it had been in the end. Weird, but nice.

They had gotten tacos from a stand as requested and had gone to eat them in a park nearby. It had been tense at the start, and Thomas had seemed incredibly nervous, glancing at Harley every few seconds as though gauging his reaction to the admittedly odd bunch, but eventually, when Harley didn’t seem inclined to react poorly, he’d relaxed a bit. Harley had gotten to know the four husbands over the course of the picnic and found they were pretty good company for the most part despite their oddities.

Logan was a lot easier to talk to when he loosened up, smiling and laughing at the antics of Patton and Roman and poking fun at Thomas. Harley found himself smiling at the way Thomas and his brother interacted even when Logan was lightly teasing them both about their relationship. To be fair, it sounded like Thomas deserved it from what Harley had picked up about his past behavior in regards Logan’s husbands.

Patton was sweet and seemingly innocent. He was the easiest to talk to and spent most of the beginning of the afternoon smoothing over any rough spots in conversations. Once everyone seemed to settle, he’d allowed himself to relax, satisfied. Harley realized he wasn’t quite as naïve as he’d first perceived him to be when he’d winked and cracked a joke under his breath to Logan that made the other man blush all the way up to his hairline.

Roman was dramatic and a bit pushy and rough at the beginning. He’d been the source of most of the blips in conversation, but eventually he’d calmed into a more playful and teasing disposition. Looking back, Harley thought that maybe he’d been being overprotective of Thomas and testing Harley. It was rather sweet, actually.

Virgil was… slightly less intimidating when one of his husbands was laying across his lap, but not by much. He was fine though overall, and, if Harley was pretty sure he’d seen him pick up a spider and stuff it into his hood, it wasn’t like he hadn’t met weirder people. He’d worked in customer service after all.

Patton and Roman both were quick to tell him it was nice to meet him too and then Harley felt his attention drawn to Logan’s last husband. Virgil met his eyes for a moment and Harley did his best not to flinch. “You are adequate,” he said.

“Oh, god Virgil, please,” Thomas groaned, covering his face with his hands. Virgil’s eyes flickered over to him and his expression gentled, amusement pulling at the side of his lips. Something in Harley’s chest uncoiled and he finally could actually breath while looking at the man.

“Thanks,” Harley said softly.

Virgil turned to him and flashed him a quick smile. It’s like he’d flipped some switch and Harley’s instincts could finally relax around him now. A bit of mischievousness entered his eyes and he turned back to Thomas. “You should bring him home. I will make sure no one steals him away into the forest.” Well the lack of tension was nice while it lasted.

“Virgil!” Thomas spat, but Virgil had already turned away to join Patton and Roman. Roman rolled his eyes and Patton gave a little head shake. No one seemed confused by the alleged threat of something in their hometown kidnapping Harley. Harley was getting more and more worried about the big secret Thomas was keeping from him.

He glanced at Thomas who, despite the hole he seemed to be trying to burn into Virgil’s back with his glare, seemed a lot happier than he’d been this morning. It could wait, Harley decided, whatever it was. He already knew Thomas was worth it.

#love and other fairytales #tw homophobia

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gma-crafts · 5 years ago

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The Purrposal

The biggest thanks to @iloveyou-3000 for beta-reading faster than I could say Boom! You’ve been such a big help! A big smooch to @robertdowneyjjr for being such a sweet co-parent to the feline trio - check out her fics about the catdad!ironhusbands linked below!

Word Count: 3,286 Warnings: just loads of fluff, “very soft and gay” - test readers Characters: James Rhodes, Tony Stark, and their cats Mochi, Susu and Jonathan Summary: Tony lost something. Rhodey offers his help. But sometimes you only know what you’ve been looking for when you find it.

“Honeeey?” “What?” “Where’s my super suit?” “Whaaat??”

“Where the hell did she go?”

Rhodey drew his attention away from the movie he was watching. It’s not like he was able to actually concentrate on it anyway, ever since Tony slid into the room wearing his fuzzy socks ten minutes ago, and started opening drawers and doors, growing more and more frantic each time. Mochi, who had been sleeping on Rhodey’s lap, posing as a fluffy white bun, woke up from the ruckus and hopped off the couch to find a less noisy spot somewhere else in the house; and, honestly, Rhodey couldn’t blame her.

“You good there, Tones?” He asked over his shoulder, though he doubted he’d get a proper answer. Ever since he and his boyfriend moved in together two years ago, those hectic outbursts with Tony forgetting about everything and everyone within a two-mile radius became one of the less pleasant parts of their everyday life.

Don’t get him wrong, Rhodey loved waking up next to this beautiful disaster of a man, brushing back the mess of curls and watch those Bambi eyes flutter open. His military operations had him exposed to raw, untouched wilderness all over the planet, from desert sunrise to dusk setting over a snow-covered tundra. None of those ever had him stop and stare as when Tony’s soft, chocolatey gaze fell on him, spreading a warmth he almost felt physically.

But while Rhodey was a romantic at heart, as well as hopelessly in love with his oldest friend, he also was a calm and rational man - you’d never see him run around like a headless chicken in search for anything. Whenever something would be misplaced (and Rhodey liked to make clear that he was in no way affiliated with losing it in the first place), he would track it down systematically.

Tony, however, was different. He could hyper-fixate on a scientific concept for weeks, only to then revolutionize it in his basement workshop on a Friday afternoon. He kept track of a multitude of important things with an ease Rhodey only could envy. But if Tony discovered his favourite hoodie, the Stark Tech drafts Pepper had been expecting for weeks or Jonathan’s catnip toy weren’t where he assumed they’d be, the genius was gone in no time. You could set a countdown from ninety seconds down and watch him turn from chill to hysteric once it hit zero.

The time must’ve been up way before Tony dashed into their living room. Rhodey’s question went unheard and the bang of the highboard’s bottom drawer sounded particularly final. Rhodey hopped over the backrest with a small sigh - this goddamn hectic! - and squatted down next to one of the world’s richest people squirming on the ground, face pressed into the small gap between the expensive leather couch and the Italian oak floorboards , cooing and frolicking with a tremor in his voice that replaced Rhodey’s bewilderment with worry.

“Care to tell me what you’re looking for?”

“-t now, she’s gotta be here somewhere, f'god’s sake..”, came the muffled response. Rhodey gave his nose a small rub with his knuckle, more to gather himself than to cure an itch; he then hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Tony’s cargo pants and tugged him closer, ignoring the small yelp of protest, and cupped his boyfriend’s face firmly. Rhodey would tear up over the pout Tony sported later, he had to remain serious now.

“Babe. We talked about this. Stop making yourself all panicky and tell me what’s up.” Rhodey emphasized every sentence with planting a kiss on the absolute mess of curls, and with each, Tony’s grip on his wrists loosened a little. Finally he let some of his tension slip and leaned into Rhodey’s touch, still a bit out of breath from crawling all over the floor. His eyes were suspiciously bright when he finally answered.

“It’s Susu. I can’t find her! I looked for her all day, went through every room twice, I checked the laundry, all the drawers, I shook the treat box til I spilt half of them on the stairs, JARVIS went through the tapes for the last 48 hours, I checked all the beds and scratch trees. She. Is. Gone.” He huffed and slumped down against Rhodey’s chest, who immediately wound him into a hug.

“I lost my baby, Platypus. Probably locked her out days ago without even noticing and now she got run over by a car or froze to death or the Chitauri abducted her to-”

“Tony”, he cut off his boyfriend’s ramblings “First of all, nobody freezes to death in Malibu, especially not in June. Second of all, if she really had gotten lost outside, JARVIS wouldn’t have tracked her chip to still be inside this house. That was the very first thing you told him to do, remember?”

Tony nodded, his hair tickling Rhodey’s cheek. “Remind me to enhance the accuracy down to the very inch she’s standing on”, he mumbled against his boyfriend’s shoulder, hands gripping tighter on the fabric of Rhodey’s henley, his cheek vibrating from the chuckle the taller man let out.

“Anything, babe . But first let’s get you a snack and some water. Something’s telling me you haven’t eaten all day. And then we’ll find Susu together.”

Tony frowned at that suggestion, and Rhodey would’ve laughed out loud ‘cause it made him look so much like that genius, stubborn teenage boy that burst into his dorm room years ago, throwing his world upside down. Instead, he just smiled into Tony’s disastrous bedhead one last time before urging him towards the pantry.

Five minutes later, a granola-munching Tony followed Rhodey around as they searched for the smallest member of their feline bunch. It’s been almost a year since the two of them had adopted the pitch-black ball of fluff along with their oldest cat, Jonathan. Officially, they were brought into their little family to keep their first furbaby, Mochi, company; in reality, Rhodey had suggested taking in another cat after Mochi declared him his favourite person, and after Tony became less and less efficient in hiding that he was genuinely hurt by this decision.

While Jonathan never missed the opportunity to strut all over Tony’s face with a satisfied purr every morning, Susu and him grew especially close. Of course, Tony turned down any attempt of Rhodey’s to point out how much alike they were - tiny, soft, energetic bundles of joy, always on the jump to their next adventure, experiencing the world around them with a mind so sharp and a curiosity so insatiable Rhodey gave up on trying to understand them long ago. And every time he thought he finally had it sorted out, discovered the pattern, they’d turn around and surprise him with an entire new facette. But yeah, he was totally making all of that up.

They decided to start with their bedroom, since this was where Susu was most likely to be found - if she wasn’t napping in one of the twelve cat beds scattered in Tony’s workshop. While both Jonathan and Mochi mastered the art of coincidentally wanting to take a nap in the room you were already in, Susu never made her affection for Tony a secret. Rhodey often caught her checking in on Tony between naps with her high-pitched meows, her soft purrs, sometimes shamelessly bumping her head into his arm until he caved in and gave her some much-needed belly rubs. Those two chaotic goblins clinging to each other like conjoined twins made it even more suspicious that Susu hadn’t been seen for some hours now.

Rhodey tried his best to hide that he began to worry about the kitten’s sudden disappearance. With Tony still padding along behind him, he entered the bedroom and decided to start his search counterclockwise. Rhodey made sure to include Tony as best as he could, make him feel useful and not spiral further down; he asked him to hold up the sheets while he tried to squeeze under the bed with soft coos, or made Tony get the treats while he went through the first third of their wardrobe. Tony did as he was told, way calmer now as if Rhodey’s presence alone helped him to not lose his marbles.

He was in the middle of searching the top of their wardrobe as well as the upper compartments, when Rhodey heard a soft “Oh!” from across the room, where their dresser stood. He half jumped, half tumbled down the chair he was standing on and hurried over to where Tony hunched over the second to bottom drawer - the one with the old shirts Tony wore in his workshop. Rhodey sat down next to him, hand reaching to pull his boyfriend into a comforting hug, when he caught a glimpse of why Tony was on the verge of crying.

Two very yellow, very sleepy-looking spots were blinking up to him from between two stacks of black shirts. He now realized that Tony wasn’t sobbing, but non-stop mumbling to the little black cat squeezed into the already crammed drawer; a wild mix of profanities and affectionate murmurs. Rhodey let out a sigh of relief and reached over Tony’s shoulder to scratch Susu’s ear, much to her delight.

“-was so worried you stupid tiny fur noodle… checked this drawer like three times and you didn’t even wake up”, his boyfriend croaked and quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, before bending down and planting a big smooch on the kitten’s head. Susu responded with a friendly mewl and nuzzled her face against Tony’s cheek as if she hadn’t been M.I.A. for the past few hours, as if she was just checking in on him as usual, and yeah, now Tony cried.

Carefully he wiggled his hands around Susu’s tummy, lifting her a bit before placing one hand underneath her hind legs for support. But Susu, who had been fast asleep not even two minutes ago, wasn’t so eager to leave her hideout yet, and when Tony pulled her closer to his chest, two of the shirts came along with the cat, attached to her claws only by a couple of threads. And with the shirts and a small thud, something else fell to the floor, and Rhodey’s heart jumped to his throat.

“What’s that? You’ve been hoarding treasures in there, you stinky gremlin?”, Tony cooed, Susu pressed against him with one hand as he leaned down. Rhodey suppressed a small yelp; he had forgotten what he had put in that drawer until now. He tried to snatch it before Tony could see what it was, but both his hands had been too busy with running his boyfriend’s back up and down in soothing circles. A slim, calloused hand closed around the fine leather, and the soft words muttered into the kitten’s fur faded into silence.

Rhodey waited for a reaction, any reaction, but Tony just sort of froze, staring at the box he held, dumbstruck. He had no doubt Tony recognized the logo embossed into the lid immediately, connected the dots, and the longer the only audible sound was Susu purring like a fuzzy Bentley, the more anxious he became.

“Rhodey, is this what I think it is?” He didn’t look at the taller man, just slowly turned the box over and over in his hand, brows furrowed. Well, that wasn’t exactly a No, right? With gentle fingers Rhodey took the box from Tony’s grasp and flipped the lid open with his thumb, his eyes not leaving Tony’s face.

The frown slipped off his boyfriend’s features like a heap of snow from a rooftop, his eyes glistening with emotion and a sob tugging on the corner of his mouth. Tony lifted Susu a bit higher, buried his face in her fur for a second before he gently sat her down on the dresser, and reached to touch the slim metal band sitting in a bed of dark velvet.

“It’s made from our suits’ old chest plates. Y’know, that ‘piece of my heart’ thing. It’s sappy I know, but I liked it better than some fancy white gold or platinum,” Rhodey explained, more to calm his nerves than to actually share the info. Tony remained quiet, his thumb brushing over the anthracite metal, separated by a thin line of hot rod red and the tiny aquamarine sitting on top of it. Was that a smile? Yeah, but a sad one. Rhodey waited in anticipation for Tony to say something.

“I, um… I guess you want to keep that now.” Rhodey’s heart death-dropped from his throat to the soles of his feet. What?

“Tones, what are you talking about?” While he spoke, he set down the ring box on top of the dresser, where Susu gave it a curious sniff.

“I spent way more time on coming up with the perfect moment to give it to you than I’m willing to admit. The only reason I haven’t asked to put it on your finger yet is ‘cause I’m having the hardest time finding words for just how much I love you, and how happy it’d make me to be at your side, as your husband.“

Tony still didn’t look at him, arms wrapped around himself tightly and, oh no, Rhodey knew what that meant. They were back to spiraling, but the different kind. Quickly he closed the gap between them, his hands squeezing into the space between Tony’s biceps and ribs, gently forcing his crossed arms apart. The smaller man giggled involuntarily, and shied away from getting wound into yet another hug, but Rhodey wasn’t having any of it; his hands remaining on Tony’s waist, he pushed slowly, but firmly, until his boyfriend had to give in to the pressure.

Stumbling backwards until he hit the bed, Tony found himself harboured in by Rhodey’s arms on either side of his face, anchored down by the taller man hovering over him, so close he could feel Rhodey’s warm breath on his neck. It was hard letting your insecurities take the best of you, when the man you loved smiled down at you warm and tender like that.

Tony had a history with pushing through hard times alone, no one there to offer him comfort, even if he had been able to ask for it. Rhodey knew that isolating himself became one of Tony’s default responses to emotional stress, and he tried his best to let him know, at least physically, that he didn’t need to endure everything alone. Little did he know that for Tony, every kiss and every hug felt like a heating pad on an aching muscle.

"Tony. You’re the most brilliant yet most dense man I’ve ever met. Honestly, who looks at an engagement ring and goes ‘Oh, whoops! Must’ve been a mistake, that can’t possibly be for me’? I’ve spent years trying to figure out how that beautiful mind of yours works, and all it got me was a thinning hairline. So, Tones. Babe. Tell me what on earth makes you think I wouldn’t wanna marry you right here, right now?"

Tony squirmed around beneath him, his eyes glistening again; Rhodey didn’t move an inch. They’d talk this out, and they’d do it now, before Tony fled into his workshop and had JARVIS lock him out for three days straight.

"I- it’s just…”, Tony started, rather at a loss of words than reluctant to open up to his boyfriend; but eventually, the dam broke.

“I don’t see how you could possibly wanna marry me after I spent all day going bonkers over a cat, after I roamed the entire house twice, like an idiot, cried about seven times and didn’t even think of asking you for help 'til you physically dragged me away from crawling underneath the couch and- and”, he caught a quick breath, before continuing twice as fast “And I’m clearly not fit to be a good and supportive husband to you when I can’t even keep my shit together over a trifle like this, and just bottle up instead of asking for help, when I disappointed you and Susu with acting like an actual five-year-old and I don’t even know wh-"

The rest of the sentence was muffled by Rhodey’s lips on his, taking the breath for further rambling straight out of his lungs. The first sobs escaped Tony, and Rhodey switched to covering his face with pecks, kissing away the tear on his temple, brushing a thumb over the corner of his mouth until it lifted up into a tiny smile. Underneath him, Tony’s body was pliant now, and he just let Rhodey shield him from the world.

“Sweetheart. Dearest idiot mechanic. You may have synthesized a new element, but being brilliant apparently made you forget that you threw no less than seven birthday parties for your bots. And that I attended all of them. Going feral over a missing cat is not what makes me love you less, it’s what made me fall for you in the first place. You care about things most people wouldn’t even notice. The only idiot here? Clearly me for waiting so long with proposing and finally make you mine, with all your quirks. If you want, that is,” he added quickly.

And now Tony beamed, and he sobbed, and he hiccuped all at once, and goodness gracious how did he manage to look so disastrous yet so beautiful, Rhodey would never get used to this. Slender fingers tugged on his neck, pulling him into another kiss.

“Of course I wanna marry my Platypus. ‘course I wanna be yours”, Tony muttered against his lips, the tears rolling down his face not only his now. Rhodey smiled into the kiss, hands finding their way into Tony’s hair, lips trailing down the arch of Tony’s neck like they did countless times before. And when he got a soft, delicate moan as an answer it really couldn’t get any better- Only that it could.

“Hang in there for a sec”, Rhodey muttered and got up, scurrying over to where he left the ring on the dresser, with Susu guarding it like a fluffy loaf of bread. He reached for the box when a streak of muffled cusses erupted behind him.

“G’dammit Jonathan! Off my face you fuzzy bastard I’m. Not. Catnip!”

Rhodey turned around just in time to see the big grey tabby stretching out contentedly all over Tony’s head, as if he were his favourite toy. Tony’s efforts to get Jonathan off of him were sabotaged by Mochi, who had entered the room along with the older cat, and now took a seat on Tonys arm, making it useless in the man’s attempt to not suffocate. Rhodey grabbed both Susu and the box and hurried over to save his boyfriend - no! - his fiance.

“Didn’t strike you as the one to wear fur, Tones”, he quipped as he lifted the tabby off of Tony. Jonathan shot him a disgraceful look, before he scattered off to see if he could find some more of the treats Tony spilt earlier; Mochi and Susu followed heel. While Tony sat up and wiped the cat hair off his face with his shirt, Rhodey smiled down on him, opening the box once more to finally place the ring where it belonged. The small ‘click’ made Tony look up; and when Rhodey reached for his hand, and the cool metal settled against his flesh, his smile didn’t falter for a second.

“So, Babe,” Rhodey spoke after a minute of silence. He leaned forward until their lips met, softly pushing further, and Tony let himself sink back all too willingly. “Wanna pick up where we left off?”

#ironhusbands #tony stark #james rhodes #catdad!tony #catdad!rhodey #tonyrhodey #rhodey x tony

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the-greatest-tumbleweed · 5 years ago

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Well, I did it. Here’s the Rivers of London, Nightingale Is A Goose AU. It’s the 20s, things are getting weird again.

Quick disclaimer: this is a mashup of the story of Thomas Nightingale, the fictional RoL character, and Thomas the Blind Bisexual Goose, a real goose that lived in New Zealand and died in 2018. It is based on a previous post I made literally just being like “there was a bisexual goose named Thomas and I feel like that has fic potential”; I originally tried to post this on there, but the cut kept disappearing so here we are. I have taken a few artistic liberties; the start is based mostly on Nightingale’s life, the latter part of the story almost entirely on the actual goose. I changed the names of Henry and Henrietta the black swans to Peter and Beverly. I also needed to make a goose equivalent of WW2, but please don’t think that it is in any way meant to make light of the actual, human WW2; it isn’t, I just needed it for the story. Final point: this is an absurd concept and therefore an absurd story, which I wrote quickly while procrastinating my schoolwork. Don’t expect it to be anything it’s not.

The Untitled Nightingale Game

Thomas was born in Waikinae, around the turn of the decade – the decade being 1980. He would be known for many things over the course of his abnormally long life: he was a soldier, a leader, a lover, and a doting father. Among humans, he was a legend. But most importantly, he was a goose.

Thomas grew up with the other big, white geese of Waimanu Lagoon, and had a relatively uneventful childhood. He made some trouble, as one does when one is a young goose.

One sunny morning, a young human couple took a stroll by the lake. Thomas and his friend, Rupert, sidled up to the couple together, and just as the young man was fiddling with a diamond ring, they honked in perfect unison. The young man dropped the ring, and the couple spent a good long while looking for it in the grass.

Another, cloudier day, he and Horace covered themselves in mud and jumped out at a group of children, hissing and honking and flapping about. The children ran away, screaming. Thomas and Horace were delighted.

The fun stopped when a man with dark hair and angry eyes came to their lake. The older geese said he had been there before, but Thomas had been young then. The man’s name was William, and he collected eggs. William would visit the lake, sneaking about, and he would steal any egg he came across. The first time he came, William took a whole generation of goose eggs for his collection, and a whole generation of duck eggs, and a great many water bird families lost eggs to him as well.

The second time he came, he began to steal eggs again. He came in with his big green wader boots, early in the mornings, and took whatever he found. It was devastating. It was infuriating. It was known in the goose community the second William War.

One day, the geese and ducks and other fowl came together, and the elders said they must form a front, they must fight back. Thomas led the charge. He would hide in the rushes and jump out at humans if they got too close – after all, you never knew which of them would turn out to be William. He would hiss and nip at their ankles when they stomped around the nesting area.

The elders sent along a group of young ducks to help him; they would quack angrily as he hissed, and were brave enough follow him into any confrontation.

One day, an old man got startled by them, and kicked one of the ducks as hard as he could. From then on, Thomas fought twice as hard, and made sure he was the first in line whenever a human was involved. Nobody was allowed to hurt his ducklings.

Over time, the humans got a little nervous around Thomas, and started to recognise him among other geese. They called him The Goose, and told their children to watch out for him.

It was several months before they achieved their final goal: William was sneaking about in the rushes, looking for eggs to steal, when Thomas jumped out at him and honked. William was startled, and fell into the water with an enormous splash. Another human heard the splash, and came running, and saw that William was holding a bag full of eggs.

“Hey! Are you nicking their eggs!?” shouted the other human, and that was the end of that.

After William had been dealt with, the elders suggested they try and steal back their eggs.

“They’ll already be damaged, surely it isn’t worth the danger?” asked Thomas, but the elders insisted, and so he lead his ducklings in through the window that William had been seen in. They were noticed, and they got in trouble, and some of the ducklings were caught and taken away by the humans. Thomas never forgave himself.

For many years after that defeat, Thomas was sad. He felt guilty about the pain he had lead his ducklings into, and he missed the friends that were no longer with him. He grew apart from the other geese, segregated himself from the group, and took to wondering about, alone, lost in his thoughts. His only friend was a nightingale named Molly, who would sing to him on occasion, and cheer him up a little.

One chilly winter evening, Thomas was out for a lonely walk by the lake, when he came across a swan. He was a black swan, and he was young, and beautiful, and looked at the world with a curiosity Thomas had long forgotten.

Thomas waddled over to the black swan.

“Hello, what are you up to?” he asked the swan.

“I’m ghost hunting,” replied the swan, jokingly.

“Interesting,” said Thomas with a smile, “Any particular ghost?”

“You would do just fine,” said the swan. Ah, this was a cheeky swan.

“What’s your name?” asked Thomas.

“Peter,” said the swan, and smiled at him.

“I’m Thomas,” said Thomas, and smiled back.

The relationships of birds are not as complex as those of humans. Had Thomas and Peter been humans, their courtship may have taken days, months, or years. They may have had enough unromantic conversations to fill a series of novels. They may have never fallen in love. But they were a goose and a swan, so it only took them one conversation.

Thomas and Peter could be seen waddling about together, cleaning each other’s feathers, swimming about in the sun. They became inseparable.

The humans that walked around the area often – the ones making sick birds better and counting the numbers of each species – often wondered when Thomas and Peter would have their first child.

After a while, they became worried one of them was ill, but then one thought to check their sexes, and they all laughed.

“We’ve got a gay goose!” they exclaimed, and for a few years, other humans would come to see Thomas and Peter swanning about. Thomas and Peter quite liked the attention, and so they would happily come and see the humans, giving them a gently honked “hello”, and they became rather popular.

Thomas and Peter lived this blissful, loving life for a wonderful eighteen years, without a hiccup. Thomas made Peter smile, and Peter made Thomas laugh. Thomas told all the funny goose stories, and Peter told all the funny swan stories, and they never tired of them. They reminded each other that the world was a wonderful place.

There came a time, however, when a potential flaw in their relationship became apparent: Thomas had no desire to have any children, lest he should lose them again. Peter had no such worries.

One day, while they were out for a stroll, another black swan sidled up to them. She was glossy and beautiful, and disarmingly charming.

“Hello, I’m Beverley, fancy making some babies?” she asked, because, as established, swans are rather more direct than humans.

Peter and Thomas had a chat about this.

“I quite fancy making myself some babies, to be honest,” Peter confessed.

“Ah, right, of course,” said Thomas, sadly.

And so Peter and Beverley made themselves a batch of cygnets, and were very happy together, for a while.

Thomas was, understandably, rather upset. He returned to his old haunts, moping about in silence. The humans got a little worried about him.

One fine day, Beverley the Swan found him sitting in a puddle, feeling sorry for himself.

“Hi Thomas,” she said cheerfully, “Have a moment?”

“I have a few,” he answered.

“I see you’re moping too,” she said.

“Peter’s moping? That’s unlike him,” said Thomas, worried.

“He misses having you around,” she told him, “And I’d quite like you around, too.”

“But he’s chosen you!” exclaimed Thomas.

“He’s chosen both of us, you silly goose!” she exclaimed back.

She poked him in the side and waddled him over to their nest, and soon the humans could stop worrying again: Thomas, and Peter, and Beverley, and several batches of babies made their home together by the lake. The three adults happily shared their nest, and the cygnets were just as likely to waddle after Thomas as either of their parents.

“There goes Uncle Thomas with his little swans!” the humans would exclaim, and Thomas couldn’t have been happier.

The years went by, and everybody was surprised that Uncle Thomas was still so well.

“You know, sometimes it seems to me that I stopped ageing years ago. In fact, I almost feel as if I’m getting younger. Do I look younger to you?“

Peter laughed at him “I don’t know if you feel younger, but you haven’t changed a bit in all the time I’ve known you!”

“You’re a goose, Thomas,” said Beverley, “You’ve looked the same since you were four, and you’ll look the same when you’re forty.”

And that was the last time they spoke of that.

However, not all of them were immune to the passing of the years. Thomas reached his early thirties, and, indeed, felt as young as in his teens. Peter, on the other hand, began to slow down, and tire faster, and gave Beverly fewer children. Thomas and Beverly both noticed, but there was nothing they could do but enjoy the time they had.

“It’s been a great life, with you two,” Peter told them one day, and then fell asleep between them a final time.

Days passed, the two of them wept, and their last children left the nest.

“I’m not finished, as a mother,” Beverley told him, and wished him well. She flew to another area, where the landscape didn’t hold Peter’s memory, and life went on.

Thomas was sad anew, but a quieter, more mature sadness – the sadness of one who has lost something beautiful, but enjoyed it while it lasted. Alone again, he began to feel the weight of his years. His wings weren’t as strong as they once were, and his eyes began to falter.

He met a younger goose, and loved her, but not as he had loved Peter. They had some goslings – what an odd thing to make children of his own! – but they soon flew away, and he was alone again.

Soon, his sight was so poor he could barely make his way about the lake. The humans noticed and decided that wouldn’t do, so they picked him up and took him to bird sanctuary – though, as a goose, he did not know that it was a bird sanctuary.

“He’s a bit of a mother goose,” the humans told the keepers at the sanctuary, and the keepers listened. When the sanctuary was brought an orphan gosling, they gave it to Thomas, hoping he could look after it. He, quite literally, took it under his wing.

Happy with this successful adoption, the humans brought a few orphaned cygnets to him, as well, and he treated them as he had treated his own little cygnets, years before. More and more little birds were brought to Thomas, and he loved them all, and mothered them and fathered them and, indeed, became good old Uncle Thomas once more.

Thomas grew older, and blinder, and more tired by the day, but still he would walk about the sanctuary with his multitude of children in tow, happy as could be. Sometimes, Beverley would fly to visit him, bringing along children old and new, and the whole extended family would take a gander around the pond.

The day came when a new group joined the sanctuary: the humans came in one morning with a cardboard box of ducklings. They were young and scared, and all alone. The humans put the box where Thomas could hear them quack, and he called them, and they came and found safety and love under his old, feathered wings.

Thomas had his ducklings and he kept them safe, and he cried with joy at his wonderful luck.

Thomas the Goose spent the last of his years at the sanctuary, raising birds of all shapes and sizes. By the time he died – aged 38, which is a ripe old age, for a goose – the humans from both his places of residence reckoned he had adopted at least sixty eight baby birds of various species, mostly swan.

When he did die, happy as a goose could be, the humans wrote about it in their papers. Thomas the blind bisexual goose to be buried beside his male partner of 30 years in the greatest love story told said Pink News, and A tiny coffin, a mayoral eulogy and a bagpipe procession: Thomas the blind, bisexual goose memorialised with touching funeral as he is laid to rest next to his lover, said the Daily Mail.

And indeed, they held a funeral, and laid him to rest with the love of his life, and wondered at the marvels of nature, and when all was quiet and everybody had gone away, a nightingale perched on their tombstone, and sang.

#rivers of london #weird fanfiction #thomas nightingale is a silly goose #thomas nightingale #rol #what am i even doing #fanfiction

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bestwishes86 · 4 years ago

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"I got a good feeling. It doesn't happen. Very Often." Phoebe Bridgers

When David got the call he was just sitting down in his living room with "Game of Thrones" on his 42 inch flat screen. The fresh bowl of Pop Secret and a Heineken sat on the polished coffee table. Hadley was at the Tailgating party for the Puritans and he was on call with the station. He had spent the morning cleaning the upscale brownstone once back from Seattle to clear his head. The drive with that gay asshole had fucked with him more than he wanted to think about. So he had busied himself, not thinking about him walking out of the missing woman's shower naked. He could still see the words in other languages and black swirls running across that pale skin. As he had polished every surface he could still see the tattoos had covered even the plump flaccid cock between those thick legs.

His bookshelves were filled with paperback novels from the eighties and nineties and every Disney movie with the large white boxes and the faded art and a selection of dvds. The books and movies had belonged to his parents and he couldn't bring himself to throw any of it away. His wife Penelo had done the decorating and so three oil paintings of landscapes in polished wood frames hung on the walls on either side of the flat screen.

David sat on the soft dark leather couch and was pulling his remote to him when his phone rang. Internally he thought about ignoring it incase it was another call about cow tipping or another horrible trip to Seattle to pick up another gay asshole who smelled like honeysuckle and blood. Seeing the name LInds on the caller id he grabbed it and swiped right to answer it.

"Deputy, do you know a Jon Redding?" the deep voice of the Siren by night hard as nails, raven haired woman asked.

"Yes...why?" David asked slowly, staring at the burning emblem of the show and the paused status bar at the bottom of the screen.

"You should probably cut him off, he's down here talking about loving someone who didn't exist and getting thrown into posters and that's not what the boring patrons want to hear, now is it?" Linds asked as she looked at the usually handsome bearded man who looked ready to pass out or throw up sitting alone at a table. The other customers were human ones and she had sung two of her magical songs to distract them from him. David felt a headache building behind his furrowed brows but he still rose from the couch and hung up the call and grabbed his keys.

Jon stared at his empty glass, his mind muddled by the many drinks that had come before as he thought about that alternate version of himself. While he was a short, muscular young man covered in witches spells. That dreamed up version was a chubby, pasty coward. He missed feeling that weak and vulnerable and the way Pete had looked at him. Jon shook his head at the memory of the tall, pale muscular teenager with those green eyes and that square jaw. But it was too late, he remembered the dream Pete had been in and been gutted in. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes

"It wasn't real, none of it." Jon shouted to himself and all the bar patrons glared at him as they had every outburst he had made in the last hour. He knew it was stupid, knew it was a waste of emotion but those feeiings he had felt in that mental prison had become a part of him. He had been quiet the entire drive back with that asshole homophobe because he was etching into his memory those three dreams because of Pete. The witch he had planned on eating had trapped him inside her mental prisons had made the imagined world so real he had created real feelings.

"This seat taken," a gruff pissed off voice asked and Jon waved a hand in acceptance and grimaced at the loud scrapping of the wood against the concrete floor. David plopped down and held a hand up for the waitress. HIs brown eyes looking over Jon, the man had worn a dark blue sweater and jeans with loafers. David thought about his old Smashing Pumpkins t shirt and pajama bottoms and barefeet. He chuckled at this but when the red in the face spikey haired man looked at him, his smile fell away.

"You...." Jon said growling in distrust

"Hey man, Heard you were drinking here so I came by too," David was cut off by Jon

"You came here dressed like that to drink with me, no offense but unless you're going to knock me out and take me back to your house for a hard fucking, i'm gonna pass." Jon said looking David up and down and reaching for his glass having forgotten it was empty. He grimaced at the mere hints of alcohol in it and waved for the waitress while David glared at him.

"Do you have to go straight to sex every time i meet you." David said between gritted teeth.

"We've met twice. Second, what else am I good for? Never mind that last point. You don't even know me is what I'm trying to say." Jon slurred in a voice that was something between indignant and a purr. David rolled his eyes at him and Jon slumped back in his chair.

"Why would I want to? I'm just here to make sure you don't talk about shit you promised you wouldn't." David paused as the waitress appeared he ordered two Rum Punches and a Budwiser.

"I didn't say you could buy a drink for me," Jon said as he closed his eyes

"I didn't, those are all for me." David said as he glared at LInds who waved apologetically.

"Ok. Did the bartender alert you to me talking too much," Jon asked and Davd nodded.

"I just...never mind it's stupid once you're drunk we can leave," Jon said as the two red glasses and the bottle arrived.

"You want anything," David asked, his expression softened as he smelled the sadness coming off Jon and heard the pain in his voice. Jon reached for one of the rum punches and David smacked his hand.

"Mine," David said drawing the glass away from the drunkard, he continued, "I meant something else. I got you for it, I already covered your bill," David said and Jon thought about it for a moment and asked for a Bud Light. David raised an eyebrow but placed the order the two sat in heavy silence. David occasionally glanced at the drunk man stare at the table and the empty glass, it was clear his mind was somewhere else. David finished his first drink and curled his toes on the cold floor. Jon's beer arrived and David watched Jon drink half of it one go. He watched the Adam's apple bob with each swallow before he looked away.

"Have you ever missed someone you shouldn't," Jon asked and David sat up uncomfortable as he looked at Jon. The image of the beautifully deformed half woman half wolf chained to walls in an institution flashed in David's mind.

"Yeah, hurts all the same." David said solemnly thinking of his wife. His Alpha had told him to kill her, to end her suffering but he couldn't. So he had driven her to that asylum and chained her up himself. Her human mind was gone, buried inside the feral wolf mind that ruled that malformation.

"It really really fucking does. In that place that woman held me, there was a boy my mind made up. He was...kind to me. The first person in my life to be kind to me ended up being my own imagination...how fucked is that." Jon said and as he admitted it two large tears began their descent down his cheeks. They were soon chased by more and he quietly wept. He didn't care if David said something else assholey to him. If the bar patrons kicked him out, none of it mattered as he watched the large stainless steel meat hook burst out of Pete's broad chest. His mind had drifted back to that nightmarish prison he had been kept in. He and Pete had run from the blank faced woman up the stairs of his home to his bedroom and locked the door behind them. It had happened so suddenly as they had caught their breath. She had burst through the wood, her scream almost deafening as Pete had run at her with his chair as a weapon. She had smacked him away so effortlessly and then glowered at him.

Jon had stood there frozen in horror as the woman took slow strides toward him, she had reached into that dusty overcoat and pulled the metal hook from it and it caught the light of the room and glistened. He had wanted to brave, wanted to try something to save them but he had been so afraid. Pete had run in front of Jon to save him from it in that made up nightmare. Jon could feel the moment when life left Pete's body. It was if something was pulled from his body, ripped away with that second in life. It didn't matter if it was real or not, it had felt real to him.

Strong hands were on his shoulders, he felt his body rising up as he was swung up into someone's arms but he didn't care. He kept his eyes closed as he was carried out of the bar. The cool night air felt heavenly on his face. He buried his head against the hard flat chest he was pressed against. Jon focused on the heart beating strong beneath the shirt and skin and muscle there. It was real, in that drunken moment it was the only thing real to him.

David had felt his wolf howl in pain watching the quiet crying, he had tried to ignore it. But that open honest act of feeling had struck him in the gut. He had looked around and saw that the once loud raucous bar was silent as everyone watched Jon. That had been what caused him to rise from his seat and carry him out. Carrying the muscular man might have been hard for a normal man but for one with preternatural strength it was like carrying a newborn pup. He ignores the gravel that dug into the skin of his bare feet as he listens to the steady heart beat. Keeping Jon close to him kept his wolf from howling in mourning so he did. Linds was behind him a few steps, she silently watched him, he could feel her eyes on his back as he made his way through the packed parking lot to his truck. The tall, slender, dark haired woman wore a red velvet corset that pushed up her sizable chest and painted on black jeans and boots. Her race's language was tattooed across her arms in dark blue swaths of color. She opened the door for him and he placed Jon inside.

It wasn't til he buckled the seatbelt that she spoke. There were only a few reasons Sirens were ever silent and he knew it wouldn't be good but he listened, his focus on making sure Jon was secure.

"I've seen your future, the same as I saw it when your daddy broke your right arm. The man I saw you kissing in your future, he's that man there. He is exactly as I described it to you 15 years ago. You came here the instant you heard it was him. That means something Davey," Linds said and David whirled around to face her. His brown eyes burning gold with the power of his wolf burning right beneath his skin.

"Jesus H. Christ Linds!!! I don't fucking need this shit. This man is the top suspect in a woman's disappearance. My wife is in a fucking padded cell. Everytime I see her she rips my throat out and I watch her eat it. And you're here reminding me that 15 years ago my dad took a hammer and shattered my elbow. Spit on me and called me a faggot, all for this sad sack of shit who was in your bar mooning over a made up teenage crush that I am jealous of." LInds eyebrows shot up the same as his as he realized what he said. He couldn't take it back. Linds watched the lean werewolf vibrate with shock and anger. She knew she should be afraid but all she wanted to do was the same thing she had done when they had been teenagers. She reached out for him but he took a step back, not trusting the low growling wolf inside his soul.

He had sat in that bar watching those tears and selfishly wished they had been for him, not some made up boy. He felt immature and selfish and wanted to be alone but instead he fished his keys out of his pocket and stormed around to the driver's side of the truck and got in and without a word drove off as Linds watched him go.

#horror #novel writing #gay fic #gay romance #gay #werewolf #werewolves #gay author #witches #horror fiction

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27emailsicantsend · 5 years ago

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3x14 and 3x15 Andi Mack scene by scene recap + my unnecessary opinions lol

Forewarning: as from the title these ARE spoilers to the episodes if you haven’t seen it. I’m tagging spoilers out but there’s still a chance they could be seen. Also, I’m giving a scene by scene recap with my opinions of the show. I’ve been requested to do the recap but I also want to talk about what I thought from these episodes in more detail than my post yesterday. So for the most part it’ll be factual but I’m really invested in these two episodes so I’ll definitely be adding my own twang. It’s virtually impossible for me not to recap my own hype for the episodes lol. Hope you’re a Muffy and Tyrus stan bc I’ve got some cOnTeNt for you ❤️

Ok here. we. go.

3x14

Scene starts in the spoon. It’s Andi, Muffy, and Cyrus. Muffy and Cyrus talk about Andi’s parents not getting married while Amber overhears. She gets upset and asks why. Andi clarifies her parents aren’t married, but still together and Amber makes the comment, “unlike my house. My parents are still married but barely together”. Which gets some awks looks from the table. Andi tells them she’s not sad, but angry. Then she says that B&B (Bex and Bowie) said she’s entitled to her feelings to which Cyrus claims as being manipulative?? (Still don’t see how, but he explains that they are playing dodgeball and b&b are on one side and Andi on the other. She has a ball of anger she wants to throw, but they’re ready for it. So if she throws it, they’ll catch it and then she basically can’t show her anger- he’s obviously been listening to his counseling parents hahaha). Andi asks where she can throw her anger ball (lol) so Amber takes her to a sledge hammer place (Rage Cage) where everyone is in individual cages that have old items that you just beat up with a sledge hammer.

*opening song*

Andi is laying on her bed and gets a really excited phone call from CeCe about the wedding to which Andi feels guilty. She tries to tell Bex to tell CeCe it’s cancelled but Bex refuses bc the next day is CeCe’s bday. This scene had some really good acting BTW (I’ll probably tell you when this happens too bc honestly props to the actors. And the cinematography and music in these two episodes is beautiful. Literally made me feel like I was watching a movie).

Buffy runs up to Marty at a bench and he gets a big dimple smile bc why wouldn’t he be excited to see her?? Lol Buffy starts mocking Marty’s shoes because they have toe inserts and that’s when he tells her they are for a marathon. Buffy gets confused (and lowkey upset) she didn’t know about the marathon and Marty is all, “we have a lot of catching up to do” and I’m all (you have a lot of dating to do because my soul has been empty this past season without you. #RIPME 😭 ⚰️). So Buffy gets all flirty competitive and says she wants to race as well. Marty tries to talk her out of it bc he’s worried about an injury, dehydration, etc. but this is Buffy we’re talking about and she insists she can do it and then runs away lol, but Marty can’t help the love he feels for her and smiles sheepishly as he goes to run away with her (very metaphoric. I love)

Jonah and Cyrus are walking and Cyrus invites Jonah to see a meteor shower in his backyard for a campout (good Jyrus moment if you ship that) Jonah makes a lame joke about not having a s’more in awhile and so he has “s’less”- Cyrus tells him not to hurt himself making that joke 😂😂

B&B and Andi are at a restaurant waiting for CeCe & Ham. CeCe shows up and tells everyone Ham went back to India.

Cyrus and Jonah go into a beautifully set up tent where Cyrus obviously had to out-do himself and make everything in the tent extra. I love a gay interior design queen.

Back at the restaurant, CeCe says Ham went to India for rest. CeCe makes some really weird remark about seeing him again (yikes) and the rest make comments about him doing what he needs to do and that they have to accept it and not take each other for granted. Very subtextual of the real situation, but also a great way to write off his character and play into Bex worrying about cancelling the wedding. She showed fear like she wouldn’t want to say anything to CeCe bc he’s gone, but since CeCe was ok with him leaving, Bex calmed down too. Just really well done. CeCe tried to show Bex venue photo’s and Bex tried to stop her but then Bex just says she had a problem mailing the wedding invites *cliff hanger*

Cyrus and Jonah back at the tent. Jonah is panicking about dying in Cyrus’ backyard and Cyrus brings meat into the tent but makes it all flirty and weird- I don’t ship Jyrus but the whole thing lowkey felt like they were trying to impress Jyrus shippers with date vibes haha (also the meat is BAD if you’re camping bc animals can get to you). Then an animal hits their tent at (obviously) the right time

CeCe now knows the wedding is off and is PiSsEd™️. The waiters are all completely unaware and don’t know how to read the room so they bring a sparkler cake. CeCe flips the sparkler upside down, shoves it in the cake, and exits as dramatically as possible. Leaving the mustached waiter with an awkward face like:

Then there was this weird commercial on my app promoting season 2 like bish you already know I watched that season at least twice don’t play me like that

Back to the pointless tent scene (for real- this scene was just filler. You rip off Tyrus FOR THIS? Actual homophobia). Jonah mispronounces some weird thing (and Cyrus says don’t hurt yourself again) and then breaks the tent. Cyrus makes a failed attempt at opening the tent with a cheese knife but Shazam! saves the day by telling Cyrus not to hurt himself and opening the tent with the same cheese knife (honestly, weird flex but ok). They escape and are saved and watch a poorly CGI’d meteor shower like two old men on their front porch. and yippee five minutes of wasted screen time are over. I don’t care if you ship Jyrus. It was a waste of time when we could have been focusing on the TeA of the show. *rant over- no worries. Many more to come*

Back to important matters, Muffy is now running their race. Marty doesn’t want to race. He just wants to finish in under 4 hours and Buffy wants to finish under his time. Buffy agrees with Mr. Party at first, but then hears the word “race” and bolts away like Lightning McQueen.

Bex and Andi back at the house. Bex says it went bad with CeCe bc she won’t even act like Bex exists. Andi realizes her anger and knows where to take her (you guessed it. RAGe CAGe- Andi said it wasn’t for Bex lol so she wouldn’t tell Bex where she was going with CeCe 😂 the shade)

Marty is jogging along like a middle aged white woman and sees Buffy wheezing. He gets all husband like and concerned as he catches her in his arms. (Which reminds me of a pic I saw on Tumblr where they drew her in his arms but laced it with the “Miss Keisha” vine and I was here for it). Then Marty and Buffy put their arms around each other and he escorts her to a bench. (Just saying, everyone knows Tyrus is going to involve a bench scene but as us loyal fans know, Muffy shadows Tyrus and they have also encountered two (2) benches thus far. Coincidence? Maybe. Will I believe it was a coincidence? Absolutely not). Then he puts her on the bench and acts all cute and paramedic and concerned. He’s been taking doc notes at General Hospital obviously. (He even mentions taking her to a doctor). Buffy is all like, “Run your race Marty. 4 1/2 hours. [I’m the supportive girlfriend you hoe].” And he doesn’t want to leave her and she accuses him of being a martyr? Then she snaps at him (like tf) to go away and he gets all angsty™️ and runs off and my heart broke bc I was not ready for a Muffy battle.

Andi and CeCe at the Rage Cage... rage. In a cage.

Marty comes running back to Buffy with a dimple smile again bc he knows she was trying to “White Fang” him from a movie they saw together (❤️). To “White Fang” is for the boy in the movie to send the wolf away, wolf doesn’t want to leave, so the boy throws rocks at him to make him go. Buffy is caught (but she ain’t mad) and I need to quote this part word for word bc it’s TOO CUTE 🥰🥰🥰

B: You’re the one who said we should run our own race

M: That’s what I’m doing

B: Wanna sit here with me?

M: No. I wanna cross the finish line with you 😭😭😭

And that, my friends, was the day my heart ripped in half from joy

Then he picks her up and they put their arms around each other (I seriously can’t. They made me cry last night and lowkey I thought it was bc I was tired but I’m fully energized and watery eyed... sooo....) then Marty makes a joke about them running and Buffy goes, “you’re hilarious” and his voice gets all soft and he looks at her all gentle and goes, “you finally figured that out” AND PLEASE TERRI STOP IT HURTS. But no, the scene CONTINUES BECAUSE MY HEART APPARENTLY COULD TAKE THAT (lies). And the scene changes and now Marty is PIGBACKING HER ACROSS THE FINISH LINE THREE HOURS LATER. LIKE STOP. STOP. I CAN’T HANDLE THESE TENDER MOMENTS. (Seriously they were together an extra three hours with him helping her. I’m WeAk). And they both get medals and Buffy compliments him so he gets all happy and tells her to keep going, but she runs out of compliments so he goes, “ok, I just wanted to see how deep that well went” with his eyes darting all over her face and then the music shifts to almost like progressive-romantic music as BUFFY PUTS HER ARM BACK AROUND HIM AND THEY WALK AWAY (the music was placed so we knew they were having a moment) and that was the exact moment I died. MY PARENTS. (Watched this scene 3 times and will 100% watch it at least 1000 more).

Then Andi sees Amber raging. In a cage. She’s like “excuse me? What are you doing here” and Amber is all mad at Jonah and Andi’s all break up with your boyfriend yeah yeah cuz I’m bored. And Amber wasn’t here for it because apparently she thinks she’s in love with Jonah now? (with tears in her eyes... I mean, love to me isn’t that angry and hating everything he does [he only sent her six emoji’s apparently and just isn’t there for her] that it drives you to physical violence but ok)-(but good acting along with the last Muffy scene but I’m sure ya’ll picked up on that from my synopsis lol)

3x15

FYI this synopsis won’t be AS long, but that’s because Muffy is absent and I have an unexpresible love for them and this episode also sent me over the EDGE with Tyrus 🙄😤🙃 but I’ll do what I can with Tyrus bc it’s still gay and angsty and I was here for that part of it (also I love the Terri devoted two separate episodes to Tyrus and Muffy. Like she really knows this Friendom and what will keep us watching lol)

Unnecessary opening scene with B&B and Andi going to the movie instead of spending time on their phones (it was cute but unnecessary. I liked in the last episode that the rage cage in the beginning scene actually tied into the episode)

*opening credits*

Buffy and Cyrus watching Kira and TJ like hawks from the bench far away and Buffy is confused af about it. She asks Cyrus and he gets all angsty (I WILL over use this word bc it’s too accurate for this episode, wait til you actually see it) and goes “I don’t know” *shoulder shrug* “I haven’t been hanging out with TJ lately”

Buffy: because of that?

Cyrus: they’ve been pretty much attached at the hip (then Kira has the AUDACITY to jump on TJ’s back) and the back. They look happy.

B: it won’t last. Kira’s not a nice person. Only took me a day to figure that out. Since he’s a GUY, it’ll take longer.

Cloud 10 with Bex and Andi discussing Bex and CeCe making up, but in front of CeCe. CeCe is still PiSsEd™️. Bex tries to talk to her and BEGS to make up with her mom but her mom is cold and I felt Bex’s pain. (Great acting in this scene too. I just wanted to hug Bex. Like did you really have to do her a dirty like that? With Tyrus and Bex, this episode is starting to feel like 3x13 again and I thought we all agreed to never speak of that episode ever again)

Cyrus is sitting all angsty and alone with some frozen yogurt in front of a greenhouse? Literally no idea where he is at but it’s such a mood lol and even funnier that TJ found him there. Like where are they?? Hahahaha but ANYWAY, TJ sits down and confronts Cyrus about avoiding him. Cyrus says he isn’t but TJ is like “kinda feels like it”. Cyrus tries to say that TJ has been occupied with Kira taking up his time and TJ denies that hard. And here’s the TEA sis:

Cyrus: you two are clearly hitting it off. Which is great. I’m happy for you guys.

TJ: you make it sound like we’re a couple. We’re not. We mostly just talk about basketball.

C: and then you give her a piggy back ride?

T: she bet me I couldn’t carry her. That was all

Then TJ tried to tell Cyrus to hangout with them more and Cyrus rejects that bc Kira knows Cyrus is Buffy’s best friend. Then Kira comes in to hoe around the scene and sits at the table. Says “heyyyy” all flirty to TJ 😒 and “hi Cyrus” direct and cold to Cyrus. Then becomes the most fake hoeeeee when pretending to agree with TJ that they should hang out more with Cyrus. Cyrus YEETS outta there and Mr. heart eyes looks like he created depression (it was that prevalent). Kira gets all needy and is like, “hellooo? I’m over here” and TJ just looks at her with the fakest angsty smile. Like why.

At the spoon, the GHC AND Jonah are sitting and Andi tells of this store called Mint Chip where they burn clothes rather than donate them bc it would make the brand look bad and lose sales if it’s with charity. Like??? Ok you actually look better with charity sooooo take two steps back B. Buffy gets the taste of wanting to be a bad guy (cue bad guy by Billie Eilish) and they all go dumpster diving and get the clothes from Mint Chip’s dumpster. Not much happens other than them stealing clothes and Buffy says her ankle hurts so she can’t get in the dumpster. IDK if that’s from the dehydration last episode (bc when she’s walking with Marty 😍 she’s limping) or if she fell wrong at the dumpster. It’s foreshadowing bc I know she has a hurt foot in a later episode so not sure where it will come in or why.

The kids have an outdoor “sidewalk sale” where they give away the free clothes from mint chip and some lady comes and gets a coat. She shows up later in the episode to tell Bex and CeCe about the sale but they do nothing. It was really weirdly staged like this character had more importance in the episode and got cut or she has importance later on. IDK? She just got a ton of screen time for it to go nowhere so we’ll see. And Cyrus is a Queen and styled some guy for an interview and Buffy is a Queen and styled a lady for a first online date. Then Jonah is just himself and doesn’t know what a pencil skirt is. *cue clothing sale montage with Jonah being a player and talking to lots of girls and the GHC+Jonah looking all sweet looking at pics from the day*

B&B get a wedding gift from Celia. It’s a snow globe from the night Bowie proposed, but since it’s mailed, was sent before CeCe knew about the cancellation. Bex tries to write her a thank you card but can’t and cries through it (great acting here too- Bex just takes the cake on acting TBH)

At the sale, Cyrus shows Buffy a shirt he wants to give to TJ (which isn’t a hoodie, surprisingly). He takes a pic & sends it to him to ask if he likes it and Buffy says “it’ll look good with his eyes” and Cyrus is all “it WILL 😍”

Buffy: he’s gonna like it. Why don’t you just give it to him?

C: I thought about that. I’m not sure how much he’s want that.

B: a free shirt??

C: ME. Giving him a free shirt.

B: there’s a great way to find out

C: what is it?

B: *forcing the shirt back to Cyrus* give him the shirt. Maybe it’ll mean something to him. Maybe it won’t. Either way, it’s a nice thing to do [seriously though I stan a Tyrus Ally]

C: it’s TJ. Thumbs up on the shirt *replying to Teej lol* you should come by the sale. It’s amazing. *back to the Vampire Slayer* was that too braggy?

B: not braggy enough

C: TJ *reading the message* I’m at the park *back to Buffy* what do you think that means?

B: he wants you to meet him?

C: you think

B: why else would he tell you where he is?

C: should I bring the shirt? I’m gonna being the shirt. *walks away and comes back* the shirt feels weird

B: then don’t take it

C: *walks away and comes back*

B: *whilst saying nothing hands Cyrus the shirt with a loving, yet so over Cyrus’ gay angst expression*

C: he’s gonna be expecting it... so I’m just gonna- yeah *yeets out of there in gay*

Kira and TJ at the park. Kira asks who TJ is texting and he says no one 😤 so TJ suggests feeding the ducks and Kira decides to hoe around yet again and suggests swinging first. She’s all flirty and TJ is ~not straight and not here for it~. He’s all like “I’m not five” like he doesn’t go swinging and Kira gets all competitive over who can swing higher and makes comments reflecting his and Cyrus’ convo which gets him to get on the swing (reluctantly) and also she is on Cyrus’ swing?? So umm? Get tf off???? And that’s when Cyrus pops around a tree, shirt in hand, to see THAT DISGUSTING MOCKERY OF A FRIENDSHIP I HATE IT SO MUCH??? EWWWW. And he’s all sad and angsty and jealous so he walks away **AND AS HE’S WALKING AWAY DOES A LOOK BACK SOOOOOOOOOO HE IS FOR SURE IN LOVE FREAKING HECK I CAN’T** and I just want to hug my boi and I can’t hug him and ugh 😭😭😭 my sad tears are here.

So Cyrus sees Buffy and tells her TJ was with Kira so that makes Buffy all annoyed (she’s a real one). Cyrus becomes a liar and says they’re “good together” again. Buffy tries to reassure him it won’t last, but Cyrus isn’t sure and now has this shirt he doesn’t know what to do with. He gives it to Jonah and says he has nice eyes too??? Like umm? Rebound much, Cyrus?? Like Boo. Don’t do that. I’m here for YOU. Jonah then tells some woman about how they pulled off the clothing shop and a police officer shows up. They don’t have a license to sell and never bought the clothing so they can’t give it for free. Next thing you know Bex is getting a call (after trying to make things right with CeCe AGAIN and more A+ acting.. seriously though freaking FORGIVE HER ALREADY SHE IS DOING EVERYTHING SHE CAN) and runs with CeCe to go help bail the GHC+Jonah out of jail (this was also after the woman in the coat makes a 2 second appearance at cloud 10 to talk about the sale and NOTHING HAPPENS WITH HER SO WHY). The scene ends with the cell door closing so I hope next episode maybe this scare freaks CeCe enough into making up with Bex. But IDK.

I’ve got many mixed feelings about these episodes. Hope you enjoyed my highly detailed and opinionated synopsis of the show 😂😂 can’t wait for next week!! ❤️

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