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poetrusicperry · 3 years ago

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A Meddling Friend

charlie dalton one shot

word count: 2,380

warnings: none

notes: soooo i wrote a matchmaker!charlie one shot because i felt like it heh (also there is no way charlie isn’t the best matchmaker around tbh)... here it is (:

A Meddling Friend

When Charlie “Nuwanda” Dalton set out to do something, hardly anything could stand in his way. A meddler by plain terms, Charlie butted his way into any situation, whether he saw a benefit in it for himself or for others. Oftentimes, Charlie’s triumphs would stem from wanting to succeed. In what? The possibilities were endless. He had once convinced his entire chemistry class to fudge their hardest experiment of the year (“Look, the teacher can’t possibly fail all of us; a failure on all of us means gigantic failure on him,” he’d said pointedly), he’d tricked his younger sister into begging their parents for a dog, despite her allergies (when asked about why he didn’t just ask his parents for a dog, he claimed they were much more inclined to appease his sister), and he’d smooth-talked his way into a date to the Ridgeway Junior Prom at a diner in town on a dare (“Now I have a hot date and five bucks from all of you”). His successes were plentiful, and there was no end in sight.

So when Charlie had endured months of secret glances between his best friend, Neil, and Neil’s roommate, Todd (not to mention the awkward, weighted silences and painfully obvious unsaid words), Charlie decided to do what he did best: meddle.

The leaves were in their adolescence on the trees; varying shades of orange and red made campus seem ablaze. Charlie would find himself, on multiple occasions, staring out the window when he was supposed to be paying attention in class. Today was no different– the leaves were beckoning, and Charlie’s eyes sat fixed upon them until he heard his name being called from the front of the room,

“Mr. Dalton?” being at the back of the room, everyone turned in their desks to look at Charlie.

“Yes, sir?” he replied, unfazed. Dr. Hager had begun to go into detail about the question he had just asked Charlie, but Charlie’s gaze was, again, caught. This time, by Todd, who was the only person not looking at Charlie; Todd was looking at Neil. Charlie hadn’t heard a word his teacher had said, more focused on the fact that Todd was gawking at Neil and Neil didn’t even seem to notice. Rolling his eyes at Charlie, Richard Cameron (Charlie’s roommate), raised his hand to answer the question Dr. Hager asked.

“That’s a demerit, Mr. Dalton,” Dr. Hager deadpanned before calling on Cameron. After everyone had turned back around to face the front of the room, Charlie sat forward in his seat, watching Todd, who was still looking at Neil. Upon dropping his pencil, Neil bent to pick it up, locking eyes with Todd on his way back to sitting normally. A smirk played on Charlie’s face when Todd’s face flushed as he turned back toward the front. And Charlie couldn’t help but notice that Neil’s cheeks had also turned slightly cherry-colored as his eyes darted back to his notes. Charlie sat smugly back into his chair and began to hatch a scheme in his head. If he could just get them to admit their feelings for each other, the world would be a better place.

A few weeks prior to the day, Charlie had caught Neil drawing a heart around Todd’s name in the margins of a trig textbook. A few days before that, Todd had read an original poem out loud in their English class that was so clearly about Neil it was painful (“Richest coffee eyes / That paint the stage wonderful”).

Charlie didn’t dare bring up the subject with any of his other friends, but once alone with Neil after Chemistry, he began to work his magic.

“What’s bugging you?” he asked Neil, nudging him slightly as they walked down the hallway.

“What?” Neil returned, confused.

“You dropped your pencil during chem. I’ve never seen you do that. So that either means you were distracted by something, or you were falling asleep, which means you haven’t been sleeping well because you’re stressed out. Which is it?” Charlie prodded, looking at his friend as they continued down the hall, “Come onnnnn, Perry,” he goaded, elbowing Neil, who sighed in exasperation.

“It’s nothing, Charlie,” Neil groaned, adjusting his books in his arms and casting a nervous look at Charlie.

“Lie to anyone else, Neil. Anyone else but me. It’s just embarrassing at this point,” Charlie smirked, “And offensive.”

“It’s just… the play. It’s hard to memorize without help,” Neil sighed before turning to Charlie, “You could help? Do you want to help me, Charlie?” Neil said excitedly. Bingo, Charlie thought.

“I’d really love to, Neil, but I’ve got some Latin stuff with Meeks for the next few days,” Neil sighed, “I do, however, know someone who can help you,” Charlie finished, pleased with himself.

“Who is it?” Neil cocked an eyebrow.

“I don’t know if you know him, but I’ll just tell him to meet you somewhere tomorrow? What time?”

“How do I know this guy isn’t crazy?”

“Again, I’m hurt. You don’t trust me to put you into good hands?” Or Todd’s hands, Charlie thought, laughing to himself.

“Of course I trust you, Charlie, it’s just… I don’t know, I’m stressed out, and my father is all over me, I just need some help. If you know someone who can help, I’m more than willing to accept. I don’t mean anything bad by my reactions, I promise.”

“I know you, don’t, Neil,” Charlie clapped Neil on the back, “At the dock, tomorrow at 4. He’ll be there,” he looked at Neil, “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise,” Charlie smiled as they made their way onto the landing of the boys’ floor.

After parting ways with his friend, Charlie bursted the door to his own room open, startling Cameron, who was sitting at his desk studying.

“Jesus, Dalton, you scared me half to death,” Cameron clutched his chest.

“Sorry, darlin’,” Charlie smirked, jumping into bed (with his shoes still on). He turned onto his back and put his hands behind his head, crossing his outstretched legs.

“Can you look at this trig, see if it makes sense?” Cameron asked, holding his textbook up to Charlie.

“At any other time, any other day, and in any other circumstance, I totally would, but I have some things to plan. Sorry, Cameron,” Charlie shrugged, closing his eyes.

“Come on, Charlie. I rarely ask you for help, and the one time I do, you won’t do it?” Cameron groaned. He opened one eye at the redhead across the room.

“Trust me when I tell you, the thing I’m planning is a lot more important than trig,” Charlie shot Cameron a knowing look, then closed his eye again, beginning to visualize and scheme as his roommate huffed a sigh and turned back around to his desk.

The following day brought giddiness for Charlie; he’d gotten Neil committed to going down to the docks, now he just needed to get Todd alone. The only thing Charlie was still figuring out was how. Todd was the biggest introvert Charlie knew.

Charlie’s proclivity for picking up on the ins and outs of his best friend had led to having more insight into Todd as well. Todd Anderson was new to Welton this past fall. And he was Neil’s roommate, so by association Todd had slowly, but surely (and slightly excruciatingly) joined Neil and Charlie’s friend group. He mostly listened and watched, but always sat near (although not too near) Neil when they were hanging out.

Since they were kids, Neil had always been personable; every new thing he learned about a person, would be spun in a positive way, even if the trait was inherently “bad.” He and Charlie would spend hours talking about people, but not in the “let’s gossip” kind of way– they both found a lot of intrigue in the general population. Even as children they were constantly surveying their peers in a way normal children wouldn’t. When Neil had met Todd, it was no different; he would go on about his sandy-haired roommate for ten minutes straight without taking a breath. Why Todd had transferred schools, where his family is from, what kinds of activities he liked. Charlie found the answers to these questions interesting, but perhaps nothing was more intriguing to him than the fact that Todd had willingly shared all this information with Neil. From what Charlie had experienced, Todd was not a talker, and would rather sit in a painful silence for hours on end than open up to the friend group or start a conversation… but he was doing so with Neil. Granted, Neil asked a lot of questions, but Todd seemed comfortable enough around him to share. That was the first thing Charlie noticed between the two of them, and the catalyst that had sparked Charlie’s master plan of getting them together.

After breakfast, which entailed a small conversation about Playboy models, gross scrambled eggs, and of course, a silent Todd, Charlie hung back to catch the boy before he slipped away to the dorms before class.

“Hey, Anderson!” Charlie called, jogging after him. Todd looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

“H-hey Charlie, what’s up?”

“Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

“Um, s-sure?”

“I’m meant to help out one of my friends with his poem later, but I have Latin tutoring with Meeks, and I figured since you’re so good at it, you could meet with my friend to help him out?”

“I… I don’t know, Charlie,” Todd knitted his eyebrows at the idea of meeting and talking to who he thought was a perfect stranger.

“It’d really mean a lot, Todd,” Charlie pulled his most innocent face and looked at the boy in front of him. Todd was quiet still, “Listen, if you really don’t want to, it’s no sweat. I just figured I’d ask you since you’re so good at writing,” Charlie smiled small, not wanting to push Todd that far.

“I… um, no I-I”ll do it. Where?”

“Ah, Todd you’re a lifesaver! It’s 4p.m. at the dock. You’re sure you want to?”

“Yeah, just… tell your friend I’ll be there,”

“I will, thank you!” Charlie called, backing away from Todd and turning away to head to class. I won’t be telling anyone a thing, Charlie grinned to himself, feeling pleased.

When the clock read 3:56, Neil began to get nervous. No one had shown up. Was Charlie pulling his leg? I’ll give them five more minutes, Neil thought, sitting criss cross on the dock and twiddling his shoelace between his fingers. His “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” script sat on his lap, frayed edges and all.

4:04, Neil sighed, looking at his watch. Just as he was calling it curtains for Charlie’s friend, Todd, flush-faced and sweaty, was making his way over to him. He was looking down at his shoes, careful not to stumble,

“H-hi, sorry I’m late, I got stuck in the dining hall behind–” he looked up to see a confused Neil. Neil’s disorientation spread to Todd’s features, “Neil?” he whipped his head around both ways to make sure someone else wasn’t coming.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Neil stood up from the dock, dusting off his pants and clutching his script apprehensively.

“I… um, I’m supposed to meet… Charlie’s friend… he needs help with–” Todd trailed off, looking at Neil quizzically– “Wait, w-what are you doing here?”

“I’m… supposed to meet Charlie’s friend… he’s supposed to help me rehearse lines…?” Neil’s voice upticked at the end of the sentence, confusion prevalent between the two of them.

“Wait, you’re supposed to meet Charlie’s friend, a-and I’m supposed to m-meet Charlie’s friend, too?” Todd shook his head, unbelieving. Neil’s face changed on a dime, a green light going off over his head.

He smiled slightly and huffed a laugh, “I think we’ve been made, Todd,”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I think we’re meeting… exactly who we’re supposed to be meeting,” Neil blushed, looking at Todd, whose cheeks were rosy from rushing over to the dock (and probably at the situation, too).

“We’re… you’re the friend that needs help with poetry?”

“Todd, I think Charlie meant to get us here alone…” Neil looked to Todd, fidgeting even more with his script.

“W-well why would h-he do that…?” Todd chewed his bottom lip. Neil shut his eyes, almost as if the next thing out of his mouth would cause endless pain. He breathed an unsure sigh,

“Because,” he swallowed thickly, looking at Todd, “Charlie knows I have the biggest crush on you, and this was his way of making me make a move,” Neil’s cheeks were a deep crimson.

“You have a-a crush o-on me?” Todd gestured to himself, bewildered. Neil grimaced and nodded, squeezing the script tighter than before, averting his eyes, “Oh…” Todd’s eyes widened slightly as he looked around them once again, “I… are you sure?” Neil sighed again and sat back down on the dock.

“Yep,” he looked at his hands, the script clutched tightly between them, “I’m sure,” he sounded tired all of sudden. Todd stayed frozen for a few seconds before he trudged over to Neil’s slumped body and sat down carefully beside him.

“I guess Charlie’s g-good at this thing, then,” he laughed incredibly lightly.

“What do you mean, why?” Neil cast a glance up at Todd before looking away again.

“I don’t know… b-because I like you, too,” Todd mumbled.

“What?” Neil looked at him again, not daring to turn away this time.

“I like you… t-too,” Todd’s volume stayed the same. Neil raised his eyebrows, his eyes searching Todd’s.

“Really? This isn’t some prank that Charlie is pulling? You’re being serious?” Neil interrogated, his hands still wrapped around his script. Todd just nodded, earning a huge grin from Neil. Silence fell over the pair and their newly learned information, but when Todd spoke, his conviction surprised even himself.

“So can I help you read lines?” Neil’s smile was vibrant.

“I think I’d love nothing more.”

Charlie watched from his dorm window, smiling as the two boys sat down to read lines. He climbed down off of the windowsill and dusted his hands off, another victory in the books.

#charlie dalton #anderperry #todd anderson #neil perry #angelina writes #dead poets society

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i-did · 4 years ago

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hi mlm here. so i want to write andreil smut but im a virgin so i have no idea what exactly sex is like. but i do not want to write it for the.... straight women gaze. what are some things that are accurate to write about. this is prolly super nsfw but i dont know who to ask.

Okay so this response took me literally months, and I'm sorry about that. I honestly was so excited when I got this question. I don't know why I put off responding?? But here I go:

CW for discussion of NSFW, STD’s, and a lil homophobia

I bet a lot of people who write smut are virgins tbh, that's not to insult anyone or anything, but like writing is a non physical way to explore sex and fantasies by yourself, so you’re definitely not alone lol.

So you're MLM and want to write smut, (and others who want to get my opinions on writing non-fetishistic smut).

Porn is porn and can have unrealistic circumstances to fulfill said fantasy, such as anything from people messing around in locker rooms to tentacles.

To get a general sense of what is common in MLM sexuality, (rather than the typical feminine gaze that is seen in smut) looking at gay porn and gay porn categories is good insight.

Bear culture, muscle culture, leather culture, etc.

These are obviously still porn and unrealistic, however being attracted to sweat, jockstraps, and muscles is very common outside of porn.

Bear culture is a body-positive movement that started because of the gay community's fat-phobia, age-phobia, and overall shittyness about body hair.

Leather culture is also really big, it started because of the belief that gay men couldn’t be dominant or “masculine”, even in bed. So in America, leather culture was a way a lot of MLM embraced themselves.

Going to pride, you will see many men wearing those leather harnesses, it doesn't indicate a preference of topping or bottoming necessarily, they're just something mlm wear and has grown quite popular in the culture, I've known some men to say it feels like a security blanket for them.

And I think it’s very important to understand these cultures or at least be aware of them on a base level if you’re going to write gay porn.

Also looking at erotic MLM art made by men, there is Tom of Finland, who was very historically significant, and is the most famous erotic gay artist. There is gay literature, one that openly talks about sex quite frankly is the book “We Both Laughed In Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan” which is a series of diary excerpts from a real gay trans man where you follow his life up until he died during the aids epidemic. He talks about sex with partners and discovering himself as well as what being a gay man means to him. He has a real love for sex in a way that is very unashamed and interesting to read about. We know that he wrote the latter half of his diaries with the plan of compiling them and publishing them but he passed away and people in his life carried out this wish for him. He is considered a significant part of gay and transgender history because of this, and his diaries are in LGBT museums.

Reading gay poetry, looking at gay art, erotic, romantic, grungy, whatever, and you will find and see how they portray things differently than when it’s not portrayed by gay men usually. I mean there is a clear difference between yaoi and bara and that's the audience and authors. Some yaoi are made by MLM, (well technically their called gei comi, or gay comics in Japanese)

“Also known as ‘gei comi’ or ‘men's love,’ bara comics are by men, for men. There is a yaoi equivalent to this, and it is called ‘gachi muchi’-- it is written by women, for women.” – myanimelist.net (lol)

but more than 90% aren't. I haven't ever heard of a non-MLM bara artist, but I'm sure there's at least one.

Of course, I've seen things depicting MLM just together pretty realistically that didn't feel like it was written by someone who definitely wasn't MLM, but these scenes tend to be more writing in the general sense of art in the general sense rather than porn, which has a huge gap in characteristics between stuff usually written by MLM vs when it's written by women. (sorry about the binary language here)

I know some people don't like any realism in their porn, but I personally really like small details such as prep being mentioned, foreplay, even acknowledgment of the existence of condoms even if they choose to go without.

Especially as an MLM who lives in America currently, the ever-present acknowledgment and stigmatism of AIDS is around us. We think about it, even when we don't want to. An entire generation of MLM, trans people, and a lot of POC were wiped out. Not necessarily a PWP detail, but including discussion of prep, PrEP (the anti HIV medication) and/or getting tested, even for diseases besides HIV, is a small detail that I think is nice. MLM often have to have a moment when opening up a conversation about sex where HIV is mentioned, our dating apps and hook up apps have sections where you put positive, negative, non-transmissible/undetectable, or prefer not to say. The books take place in 2006 so PrEP didn't exist yet, but also the aids pandemic was happening when they were being born and as young kids, so it wasn't that long ago in society's mind. It's still illegal for many trans people and MLM to donate blood despite that the blood is screened for diseases after donation.

Also, some realism I like is when a character isn't getting their ass ate first in the morning. Like, for me that's a huge turn-off because I think “holy fuck hygiene.” specifically with anal play I just really think even casually mentioning “washing up” or basic prep, or if you want more accuracy/details mention time between last meals or “x only ate a salad, so he would be fine”. It's like a joke in the gay community to eat chili fries or some shit on a date to indicate that either there will be no anal, or if there is you’re not going to be the one to do it, because you just fuckin ate those fries to say so.

A cock just going in without prep and no condom is going to A) hurt very bad the body does not do that naturally and can cause injury B) get shit dick.

An also not sexy detail that is common for sex is just laying down a towel so you don’t have to wash sheets. Lube on hands? Wipe off on the towel that you’re on rn. Laying down a towel is pretty normal especially for anal. But this is if you’re going for a much more playing for accuracy sex scene.

Honestly just writing fingering and prep and stuff like that in my opinion goes a long way and also gives the audience more to read.

Also, sex is way more than peen in hole. Get creative, frottage, mutual masturbation, docking? Idk like thigh fucking, fucking buttcheeks but not hole, handies, blowies, anal oral, Neil doesn’t have to be the only one who gets his ass ate and things don’t have to follow formulas, in fact, they’re better when they don’t.

Sex comes in many forms, and like I’ve definitely been with someone and he took off his shirt and I was like what, because he was skinny and clean-shaven and I didn’t expect him to have nearly as much chest hair as he did. I bet honestly Neil has a massive bush, like fuckin, massive.

Andrew and Neil don’t have to like everything the same amount, Neil could be like “I wanna lick your armpit” and gets really off on it, Andrew is neutral but likes that Neil likes it and agrees even if it does nothing for him physically. Honestly, Neil having a sweat kink imo is pretty fitting lol.

Try not to categorize the characters into “the bottom” and “the top”, or “the man” and “the woman”

This is something I see a lot and pay attention to how “the bottom” tends to adopt traits that are seen in straight porn that are over-exaggerated. I’m not saying it's inherently wrong to write someone as slim, but we know Neil isn't delicate, but I personally wouldn't categorize him as slim. He's a college-level athlete and is definitely muscular and defined, he has some bulk at least, he isn’t model lean for sure imo. You also often see PWP where the bottom makes a bunch of noise and the top makes none, or the top grunts and the bottom mewls, these are things I personally feel gives the bottom the role of a woman in porn. I don’t think Andreil have rough sex necessarily, but I do think when Neil does make noise, it would be because it was practically punched out of him by the feeling, and would sound more like a gasp than a kitten or whatever. There's nothing wrong with writing them both grunting, both of their voices being lower. Someone bottoming doesn’t suddenly magically not have secondary sex characteristics and stubble and body hair or a deep voice or however, they’re like everywhere else.

When I read an over-emphasis on Neil’s slim waist and swaying hips and ass I’m like,,, okay someone please mention Andrew looking at Neil’s dick or bulge or shoulders. As an MLM, what do you find hot about men? I like stomachs and arms and shoulders, jawlines, collarbones, asses yes but like in a different way than how I like women’s asses (I’m bi lol) they are smaller and I like them muscled and squared almost. I look at veins on hands and noses and shoulders and backs, I look at a lot and I honestly don't have a type. But yeah so think about what you like, why you like it, what you might want. Or look at what others like, and why and how they want and like it.

what would Neil like, how would he feel about it? And Andrew. I kinda feel like Andrew is low-key masc 4 masc but that's just me lmaoo. Anyways, good luck writing.

#aftg #ask #fandom psychology #fandom culture #osha violation #mailob

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eponinemylove · 5 years ago

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Do you have any Kevandreil headcanons?

yes!!

I wasn’t sure if this meant like getting-together Kevandreil or established relationship Kevandreil, but I hope you enjoy!

When they sleep together (it happens, sometimes, when Andrew isn’t having one of his bad days and they’re all too tired to worry about how they’re going to have to squish to fit 3 on the dorm beds) Neil is always in the middle, bordered by Kevin and Andrew. He’s in fetal position, back to Andrew and head tucked into Kevin’s chest. Kevin sleeps like the dead, one arm behind his head, legs tangling. Andrew sleeps kinda tucked into himself, back to the wall and farther away from the others but close enough to have his hand under Neil’s pillow, fingers just barely grazing Kevin’s bicep. Sometimes Neil wakes up gasping and reaching for a gun. Sometimes Andrew wakes up in a cold sweat, beating anything that touches him. And sometimes it’s Kevin, who startles awake and won’t talk, eyes squeezed shut and lips silently counting in French. Sometimes it’s bad. But they make it work

Kevin doesn’t come up to the roof with them a lot, but that’s okay. Neil and Drew have the roof. Kevin and Neil have the court. Drew and Kevin have the gym. It’s never a competition, who can get the most time with who. They know where to find each other, where to go to be alone, who they can talk to and who they can be quiet with. It’s familiar, it’s routine, and it’s safe.

Kevin and Neil fight constantly, about everything. It’s never about anything important, except that it is to them. They’ll be ready to throw hands over drills and at each other’s throats arguing about what to do for dinner. It’s ridiculous. Andrew hates them both 110%. Andrew and Kevin are somehow worse. They don’t scream like he does with Neil, but their fights are somehow more violent. Neil is an instigator. He’ll encourage arguements over petty shit (you really didn’t get Drew’s ice cream from the store? What the fuck, Kevin) because he’s an asshole and he likes watching his boyfriends roast each other. The fights never get bad, though. They’ve had enough bad fights to last the three of them a lifetime and there isn’t a point, anymore. They don’t need to use venom because the danger is behind them. Now when they fight it can be dramatic and arbitrary and over nothing. They know what lines not to cross and they don’t cross them, simple as that.

Kevin catches onto the “yes or no” thing pretty quickly. He uses it with Neil, even if Andrew isn’t there. Kevin and Neil don’t need it the same way Andrew does, but they both like the asking. Knowing that they’re in control and everything is consensual, no one does anything the other isn’t comfortable with. Andrew secretly really likes that they’re careful with each other, because even if they don’t need it, it’s there.

The other foxes thought they knew what they were getting into with Andreil. They thought they were ready. Well, ok, they didn’t know what to expect, but they thought they could handle it. And then they find out that it’s not just Andrew and Neil, it’s Andrew, Neil, and Kevin, and they don’t know what to do with that. Like, it makes sense. Kevin and Neil were so much alike but still somehow polar opposites, and the chemistry was there. And, to be honest, at least half of them saw it coming with Kevin and Andrew. They’d abandoned that train of thought when Neil happened, but come on, Andrew called dibs on Kevin. But still. That’s their captian (because, yes, Dan is definitely their team captain and they listen to her, but Kevin is like... not their dad, but he’s the authority figure, even if he’s a hot fucking mess and the most Dramatic Bitch to ever live) and their son and their Andrew.

Aaron doesn’t even react when he finds out. He looks from Andrew to Neil to Andrew to Kevin and just turns and walks out because fuck that, nope, he’s so over his brother’s love life. He already talked with Neil and that’s as involved as he would like to get, thanks. Katelyn would have a field day when she heard about this shit.

And you would think that since they’re all boyfriends and sickeningly in love in their own asshole-ish way, they’d get along so well at practice, right? A united front? Fucking wrong. Andrew hurls balls and Kevin and Neil because it’s amusing and sometimes just sits down in the goal to get them riled up. Kevin is at Neil’s throat constantly, always on his ass about something, and Neil gives back as good as he gets. Both of them patronize Andrew to put some effort into the game (and, he’ll never admit it, but they make some progress in that field, because as fun as it is to say no to them and see them get agitated, giving in feels pretty good too when they look at him like he hung the fucking moon just for swatting away a couple of balls, junkies) and it’s so confusing to the test of the team how these are the same people that Would Literally Die for each other (and have literally killed for each other)

Wymack is probably the first to realize about their little ot3 tbh. A vein bulges in his forehead and he might go into minor cardiac arrest, but he manages not to completely lose his shit. He looks at Kevin and tells him he trusts him to make his own choices. He looks at Neil and tells him that he trusts him to know what he’s doing with them. He looks at Andrew and tells him not to be such a little shit or he’s signing him up for a marathon at 6 in the goddamn morning, Minyard. The boys pretend that his approval doesn’t matter to them, but they’re all a little touched.

Nicky makes a comment that Andrew shouldn’t be able to call dibs on Kevin and Neil, and that he should share. Andrew gets very, very close to stabbing his cousin, but Matt and Neil were right there to haul him away and talk Andrew out of homicide

#kevandreil #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #neil josten #tfc #andrew minyard #kevin day #kandreil

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psychefm · 5 years ago

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talk to the hand [ TIMOTHEE CHALAMET ], [ REED ‘NEWT’ NEWTON ] is the new kid on the block around here. at [ TWENTY ], the [ CIS BOY] works at [ BABBAGE’S ] in the mall and, like, [ HE ] totally reminds us of [ CHANDLER BING ]. oh snap! what? their favorite movie is [ HOME ALONE ]???? so is mine!

ABOUT THE MUN. i used to lie to y’all, my mom didn’t say no, i did

i hate this site man. and that’s it, that’s all you gotta know about me.

BIO. good news!!!! i’ve successfully replaced all my emotions with jokes !!!! tw bullying

reed newton was born in london england to sylvia anne bixby and cornelius otis newton and honestly, he’s regretted it ever since.

newt was an accident. he was the product of one of his mother and father’s first ever lustful encounters, and their subsequent shotgun wedding so honestly they both spent most of newt’s formative years in the honeymoon period. some of newt’s earlier memories are of him walking in on his parents doing the devil’s tango in the broom closet and his nanny rushing to cover his eyes. good times.

honestly newt walked in on his parents doing the do more times than any kid should have before the age of nine. and then he walked in on a parent doing the do with a non parent. in other words newt got an eyeful of his father and the pool boy and it wasn’t long after that that his parents went through a long and messy divorce. once again, good times.

his mother decided to pack up their things and move herself and her nine year old very impressionable son to nebraska, because fuck that kid amiright. newt was quickly designated as the skinny weird nerdy kid with glasses and a funny little accent, and so as you can guess he was pretty mercilessly bullied from age nine to eighteen. he really never stood a chance.

i feel like this is a good time to mention that newt’s mother was a sex therapist, which is not the same as a regular therapist but still, therapist is in the name. he should have been able to talk to his parent in this time of strife and get some level of support right? nope. sylvia bixby is well known for writing a men are from mars, women are from venus like book on communication and dating and all that, so his mom was generally on book tour after book tour. but maybe she would have been supportive if she was ever actually around, right? again, nope.

unbeknownst to newt whenever his mother was around she was not only just casually psycho analyzing her only child for shits and giggles, no, she as also writing about it. newt’s mother wrote an entire book about raising a highly repressed teenage son with newt as the star, and you can only guess what that did for newt’s stellar high social status in high school. nothing great.

did newt ask her not to publish it once he realized she had wrote it? yes. did she still publish it? also yes. so newt and his mother no longer have the greatest relationship. holidays are awkward.

things were not better on his fathers end, but it wasn’t because his father particularly did anything nearly as tone deaf as his mother. yes, his father was a famous erotica novelist and yes that made newt’s life a living hell, but newt luckily wasn’t the subject of those books. neil transitioned from writing fabio like novels to writing some lgbt fiction which, great for representation, horrible for your teenage son who is now known around school for having a dad who writes porn. to top it off, neil ended up starting a long term relationship with the pool boy and gaining a pseudo step son from it. benjamin caley was not only more athletic than newt, not only more attractive than newt, but also better than newt in every single way imaginable which was a real self esteem booster. his father actively prefers benji and every time newt visits him in england over the summers he comes home hating himself a bit more.

which works out because after the book being published, most people kind of hated newt too so at the very least he was on trend. there was a lot of classic nineties bullying you know, wedgies, swirlies, shoving newt into lockers. all very cliche. newt would tell his bullies as much, but it never really went over that well.

but then finally newt graduated. he was free from the hell that was the public education system and his childhood household. he graduated with honours, moved out of his mother’s house, and got himself his own apartment with a roommate near the mall where he got his first real job.

goes to university for software engineering. has an internship at apple that he’s absolutely terrified to mess up. has an old beat up car that was like the first big purchase he ever made with his own money, so he loves it to death even though it’s a piece of shit.

PERSONALITY. do you fear me? don’t feel so special now. i have social anxiety. i fear everybody.

this is my first time playing newt so all of this is subject to change BUT

INSECURE. newt is a weird mix of cripplingly insecure and weirdly confident and there is no in between ever.

WITTY. humour is and always will be the only defense newt has against anything, so he makes a lot of jokes especially when he feels uncomfortable.

EMPATHETIC. newt is a big push over when it comes to emotions like he would never do anything to hurt someone unless it was by accident or he was provoked or you’re his step brother benji or either of his parents in which case he will run you over with his car on sight. but no really, if newt is in a position where he has to hurt somebody he will do absolutely everything in his power to either not or avoid the situation completely.

AWKWARD. sometimes honestly, although it depends on the day. v clumsy though. usually he can try to make his awkwardness funny but does he always succeed? the answer is no.

HEADCANNONS. actually all of my systems are nervous.

has to drink like six cups of coffee or tea a day. very serious about his tea because english. also has vegemite on his toast.

can actually cook pretty well even though he prefers to eat takeout. cooks because it’s cheaper and he’s a broke ass student yk. won’t take money from his parents ever, and will straight up give it away if it’s forced upon him.

writes star trek fanfic for fun and has a kind of weird relationship with writing because of his parents honestly?? but he enjoys it so, maybe the apple in fact does not fall from the tree.

has commitment issues because of his parents divorce but don’t we all.

developed a stutter after all the divorce drama because he thought it was his fault. he later had to see a speech therapist. his mother later had a fwb relationship with this same speech therapist. newt wanted to die.

traded his glasses for contacts and you will literally only see newt in glasses if he rips or loses his contacts or if he’s at home.

in love with all things sci fi, will rent and see every sci movie ever made if he can

accidentally knocks down at least one display in babbages per day so there’s that.

speaking of newt runs a small side gig out of babbages where he fixes up tech because paying for university, rent, and car insurance out of pocket gets up there. so if you need someone to fix your desktop newt is your guy.

is actually a pretty good flirt when he’s drunk or feels comfortable. is constantly teetering between painfully insecure and confident.

is very bi and very hesitant about it because of his father and all his feelings towards that, but he will eventually stop fighting it so much soon hopefully. has probably had a few drunken hookups with guys but tries to convince himself that is just a drunk thing yk.

is allergic to bees so death has a kiss just for him i guess.

loves video games but that goes without saying

has anxiety and takes medication for it, one of the few healthy things his mother has ever done for him.

speaking of his mother if newt ever sees her book about him in a book display he will spend as much time as needed taking each book and hiding them in obscure places so that no one will ever be able to find them and buy them. he read the whole thing because he had to know and yep he absolutely hates it.

goes by newt and only newt so that no one can make the connection between him and his mother or his father upon first meeting him or hopefully ever. a lot of the kids he went to high school with still know though and with the accent and everything, he’s not fooling anyone who has at least heard a rumour

idk what else y’all imma fite tumblr for making me write this twice

WANTED CONNECTIONS. actually wait, i take that self deprecation back, i’m great.

ROOMMATE. because newt can’t afford his place on his own between all his expenses. please. think of the shenanigans.

ON AGAIN OFF AGAIN THING. kind of inspired by chandler and janice tbh. these two are pretty incompatible and whenever they’re together all they talk about is breaking up with each other but whenever they’re broken up and they see each other they somehow always find themselves waking up in bed together the next morning. it’s a mess.

NERD SQUAD. give me newt’s friends from high school please and thanks. just a crew of absolutely dweebs and misfits.

FWB/EWB. self explanatory considering newt’s big commitment issues but i just imagine like making out in the back room and like hooking up in the break room and someone leaving like a damning article of clothing in there and the two of them scrambling to get it before anyone notices. just fun.

EX. self explanatory but yes, an ex gf or bf, an ex fwb or ewb, give me all the exes please.

REPEAT CUSTOMER. this person is always paying newt to come fix their computer and other tech and newt just doesn’t understand how they mess it up so badly. like he doesn’t get how or why technology hates them as much as it does, but he’ll take the money.

HATESHIP. just good old fashion animosity. could be hate from school or the fresh hate upon working in the mall together or they can just be newt’s least favourite customer and he can hate them for that.

CRUSH. maybe newt had a crush on them in school. maybe they had a crush on newt in school. maybe newt has a crush on them now. maybe they have a crush on newt now.

and anything else tbh. i’d love a smoking buddy for newt, a friend who he can never get any work done around like when they’re together they’re just like !!!, someone who used to be one of the popular kids who he is now getting along with or still holding a grudge against, his big gay awakening in school maybe like the first masc person he had a crush on, someone who tries to get newt to party and come out of his shell, someone who idk steals from babbages skjsdj idk man i am open to anything at all so just like this and we can brain storm if anything!

#vhsintro #r.n. | intro.#using this gif of timmy surfing cause when else am i gonna get the chance #but oof finally done

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humboldtfog · 5 years ago

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Years of depression has prepared me very well for the current state of affairs which is weird but whatever here’s a list of my faves on netflix, if I’m missing something let me know cause now’s the time, right?

I'm kinda embarrassed by how long this list is but also kinda like fuck that, there have been very long periods of time where it was either sit and watch shows all day or lie down and stare at the wall in silence all day so I chose the former and it adds up and there's nothing wrong with that.

Glow (Badass ladies learn to wrestle, great 80s aesthetics and grrrrl power.)

Our Planet (Netflix version of Planet Earth, beautiful, cute, terrifying that we aren’t doing more to save us all.)

Bojack Horseman (Hilarious and “deep” critique of LA and celebrity culture for people who don’t care about LA or celebrity culture. Also very funny visual jokes about how if animals were also kinda humans, and lots of great jokes about cliches and tropes, puns, and weirdly rhyming and alliteration? I don’t know how to explain it just watch it.)

Father Brown (BBC, based on mystery novels about a priest who always meddles in police business and solves murders in his small English countryside town.)

Pose (The Ball scene in NY in the 80s, poc queer and trans writers and actors bringing their people’s stories to life. So much joy, so much beauty, but also NYC in the 80s so you will cry.)

Paris is Burning (Documentary made during the Ball scene Pose is based on.)

Sex Education (Such empowering representations of all walks of gender and sexuality, and actually very educational, like I would straight up show this in schools because everyone would be very entertained and would learn a lot more than they teach in a lot of schools.)

What Happened Miss Simone (Documentary about Nina Simone’s life, music and the activism the establishment/ government worked to suppress and used to blacklist her.)

Night on Earth (Low light camera technology has gotten hella good and they’re starting to learn stuff about animals’ behaviors at night that they’ve never been able to study before.)

Call the Midwife (Follows stories from the midwives that worked in the East End of London after the war, based on memoirs. Interesting look at the kind of life of poverty people led before there were many large hospitals or birth control, right as the British were implementing their universal healthcare program.)

The Great British Baking Show (Everyone’s so nice and everything looks so good!)

Atypical (Dramady about a high schooler with autism and his family, very funny and great representations of autism and how to be a good dude.)

Parks and Recreation (Just very funny and everyone knows it. Amazing ensemble cast, and they still keeps in touch through a group chat awww doesn’t that say something!)

Kim’s Convenience (Canadian comedy about family of first and second gen Korean immigrants that’s just a really solid funny modern day sitcom.)

Queer Eye (I feel like if everyone in this world could get a life makeover from these guys we just wouldn’t be here right now.)

Obvious Child (Jenny Slate accidentally gets pregnant and gets an abortion. It’s funny and it’s realistic, we’re not all Juno.)

Maria Bamford: the Special Special Special (Rad lady comedian not afraid to talk about her mental health and lack thereof and very vocal about the stigma surrounding mental health problems and I very much relate to. My favorite standup probably ever. I could make a list just for standup so message me if you’d like more suggestions.)

Monty Python (Flying Circus, movies, doc, ect. “The Beatles of comedy” is the cliche but it's true.)

Easy (Very unconventional non-narrative structure and editing, following random people in Chicago in a very real life feeling way. Different story each episode, but sometimes characters show up briefly in each other’s lives or return for a second episode.)

Everything Sucks! (High school nerds and lesbians and theater geeks in the 90s! I’m so sad this only got one season I rewatched it recently and it’s just so solid.)

She’s Gotta Have It (Revival of Spike Lee’s first movie, black girl magic, art world, gentrified New York, lots of sex.)

The Office (Classic, holds up very well, totally solid throughout, worth a rewatch. Also if you're a fan Jenna Ficher and Angela Davis are doing a rewatch podcast jsyk.)

Billy on the Street (Mindless game show for laughs, amazing gay comedian runs around New York yelling questions at them. I watch this with my dad and he can’t help but snort even when it’s “inappropriate” or “juvenile” so you know it’s good.)

Good Girls (Some lower middle class family ladies that are all about to be broke decide to rob the grocery store one of them works at, but they accidentally cross a gang that stored their cash there, so they gotta pay it back, and of course can’t help but get deeper and deeper into it. Very suspenseful like your heart rate will go up and stay up. )

Arrested Development (It’s just funny, as you've probably heard, but I'm telling you it just really is.)

The Laundromat (Tells the stories of a few of the people involved in the panama papers in different ways, explains in an entertaining way how money laundering works in a way that made it mostly make sense even to me. The rich get richer, and Meryl Streep is here to tell them to fuck off and pay their taxes.)

Russian Doll (She keeps dying and coming back to the same moment over and over and can’t figure out how to stop the cycle or why so kinda sci fi, very suspenseful, big cliff hanger ending, or rather no ending, and just found out season two filming is delayed because virus which is very annoying!!)

Dear White People (Show picking up where the movie left off, after a frat hosts a black face party and the ivy league college is forced to deal with racism.)

Dolly Parton’s Heartstrings (Stories based on Dolly songs. Very Hallmark channel, you will cry.)

Episodes (Show about two British writers making a version of their BBC show for American tv. Kind of meta, very funny, Matt LaBlanc plays himself and it's great.)

Dumplin’ (Fat girl grows up with a beauty pageant winning mom and enters one herself with the help of her late aunt’s Dolly Parton drag queen friends.)

Lunatics (Chris Lilley is the best character actor ever, all his shows are just him playing different parts and you seriously forget it’s all one actor, even when he’s playing teenage girls.)

Jane the Virgin (Prime time soap opera about a girl who is engaged and waiting until marrige and is accidentally inseminated with the only sperm sample of a man who’s had cancer so decides to keep the baby, very heavy on the soap opera cliches in a meta way but also that’s what it is. So good at first but after the first three or so seasons it gets too much tbh though.)

Zumbo’s Just Desserts (Australian Bake show but with just sweet stuff and pressure to be avant garde.)

Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee (Jerry Sienfeld goes out with funny people to coffee and lunch in fancy cars and they have funny conversations.)

One Day at a Time (Very very cheesy laugh track sitcom, like the kind of thing my grandma would watch, but it makes me so happy it’s doing a great job eplaining really woke concepts like queer pronouns and ptsd and addiction and white privilege to people like my grandma!)

Orange is the New Black (Good stories about very diverse characters, I’d say by starting it off about a upper middle class white girl it tricks privileged white people into watching and then encountering the more realistic stories of women who go to prison and how the system treats prisoners. Ending of season two is super solid and you can stop it there, season three is a really great critique of the privatization of prisons. I admit it goes on and on to the point that it’s stressful and after watching it spread out over years I can’t remember/ keep up with all the different story lines, though they’re all good stories to tell.)

Space Jam (Just saw while scrolling for more ideas this was added! One of the greatest sports movies of all time obviously.)

Bonus amazon prime shows, I try to avoid Amazon in general but these are just too good if you know a prime member who you can't convince not to give their money to amazon so they might as well give you their login (like yer dad).

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (A 1950s New York upper class Jewish house wife gets dumped and starts doing stand up, so funny, great actors, and they seriously transform NY back into another era.)

Good Omens (Mini series based off Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s satirical novel about the biblical apocalypse, very funny, very smart, very British, does the book pretty solid justice.)

There are other decent things that aren’t included, I’d say these are solid recs for a general list of genres all over the map without letting it get to a ridiculously unhelpful length. I feel like I’d be good at the “if you like this then you’ll also like…” so let me know if some of these are your favorites too and want personal recs for what to watch next based on a brain instead of an algorithm.

If you want to have a remote date and watch things together on video chat or one of those watch party sites or just tell me what to watch next here’s some stuff on my list I’ve been curious about or not sure about or don’t want to watch alone or have been putting off, and now’s the time right?: Strangers Things, I Am Not Okay With This, Black Panther, The Betty White doc, John Mulaney Snack Lunch Bunch, Dead to Me, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, A Wrinkle in Time, The Little Prince, Maniac, Wet Hot American Summer reboots, and a bunch of different standup specials from comedians I like.

#netflix #list #best #favorites #self #coronavirus #covid19 #2020

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hawkinspostbite · 6 years ago

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𝐵𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎’𝓈 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

So please tell me how often we see PLATONIC Billy Hargrove things? Not very often :) so here you go !!!

PS: Billy Hargrove is a SHIT person and I’m not gonna ignore that, but sometimes there’s parts of people we don’t see. So I didn’t erase his shitty parts, I just added some better ones. :)

MASTERLIST

A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.

- ok let me just start off by saying you two would FUCK SHIT UPPPP at Hawkins

- Anyway let’s start from the beginning Billy was born before you so he had a whole year to himself to soak up being an only child but when you came along he HATED you

- So about the first three years of your life he hated you

- Until you started to actually walk and talk and then you two were inseparable

- When you guys were in middle school he gained his rep as the resident badass and you were right there beside him

- “Oh there go the Hargrove kids” literally Raising HELL in Cali

- It was around that same time when things started to fall apart with your parents

- Your dad never really came after you but you didn’t know it was because Billy would purposely take the fall for you

- You stayed out too late at a party? Billy said it was his fault

- You snuck out to fool around with a boy? Billy took the blame

- In high school you became a little more tame, ya know actually caring about school and stuff

- But ofc you still went wild on weekends

- Finally your parents split for good and within like six months you had a new stepmom and stepsister

- And tbh you didn’t hate having Maxine around (although you could do without her mom)

- But just like Billy you still acted like a little shit to her, but you’d never scream and belittle her just like agitating and being rude sometimes

- You threw a royal temper tantrum when your dad announced you were moving to Indiana

- “What do they even have there? COWS?”

- That was the first time your father ever scared you

- Conveniently Billy was out and it just got bad, you were screaming and Neil was screaming and the second his hand came down onto your face you immediately shut up

- You didn’t speak to your father for days

- When you finally moved to Hawkins you didn’t hate it

- Sure you missed it being warm and sunny, and your first worry was losing your tan you worked so hard for

- You tried your hardest to make Hawkins seem like home, which meant spending as little time at home as possible

- Somehow within like the first week you two had already had reputations

- You didn’t have your own car so you were always riding with Billy and taking max places didn’t bother you

- You went to parties pretty much every weekend, and you made your way around with boys (just like your big bro)

- And you two were soon raising hell in Hawkins

- Now it comes to the Halloween party

- You and Billy had always been competitive which means that ofc you had to challenge him on the keg that night

- You did not beat him but you sure did try

- You got worried when him and his friends went up to Steve and Nancy because you didn’t care that your brother was a complete drunken mess as long as he didn’t kill anybody in the process

- So you were quick to break that up

- And so began your frenemy-ship (?) with Nancy

- You didn’t hate her but you also didn’t like her so

- After a month or so you’d become used to Hawkins, it was nothing like Cali but you managed

- But you hadn’t really noticed that Billy had become progressively worse than normal until that one day he grabbed max

- And so you two had your first real real fight in sixteen years

- “Billy what the hell is wrong with you? Neil will literally kill you if he finds out you touched max? Do you even have a brain? Or has it completely left your head since we got here?”

- “Ah What the hell do you care? All you’ve been focused on is school and whatever dick you’ve been sucking”

- Then you two started screaming at each other just delivering low blow after low blow and then you just couldn’t take it anymore

- So you got out of the car, and just walked home

- You didn’t speak to Billy for days

- Then there was that day you saw max sneaking out and usually you would’ve snitched to Billy but instead you jumped out your window “Hey! Wherever you’re going I’m coming too” Lucas’ jaw dropped bc he didn’t put two and two together (he always thought you were Billy gf, gross)

- So you followed them to the junkyard where you met Steve once again and a cool kid named Dustin

- And somehow you ended up barricading yourself inside a bus and you received the entire story of like the whole past year with the upside down and eleven and the demogorgon within two minutes

- So then you heard really loud roars and gurgling sounds and Steve decided to outside of the bus which was dumb but what was even dumber was the fact that you followed him

- You went HAM on those demo-dogs and saved Steve’s life like 15 times

- After that was over you went to the byers’ house where you met mike (who was pretty cool), will (although he was possessed...), Joyce who was lovely, Jonathan didn’t talk much, Hopper was awesome, and Nancy was there, and then el who was pretty badass for a kid

- Then it came to the infamous fight

- You heard the camaro from like a mile away and instantly went into fight mode

- “Stay away from the window guys” you stood right inside the door, watching through the little peephole as Steve was pushed to the ground. great

- Billy burst through the door “shit y/n I didn’t expect you to be here, with Harrington” he was actually surprised

- You put your hand on his chest as his eyes locked on max and the other kids “ok Billy I know you’re pissed but let’s not get out of hand here” and he shoved you out of the way and you were in shock

- Billy had never, N E V E R laid a hand on you and you were not having that so you stood up and while he was on the ground from Lucas you pushed the kids behind you and just cracked him right on the face

- “You PROMISED me that you would never turn into dad! You fucking pushed me Billy! Who the hell are you? Where is my brother ?!”

- But he just glared at you with pure evil in his eyes and shoved you out of the way, you stumbled, which led you to fall, smacking your head against the counter on the way down and then you were out cold

- When you woke up you had no clue where you were

- Turns out you were in Billy’s car, sitting practically on top of mike

- Steve was freaking the hell out and Dustin was yelling at him, Lucas was yelling at max who was driving ?! Holy shit

- “Somebody please tell me what the H E LLLLLL is going on?!” You screamed but before you could get an answer the car stopped

- at the tunnels max quickly explained how she stabbed Billy with a needle and while he was your brother you were never prouder of Max than that moment

- And you guys torched the tunnels, and el closed the gate and Will became un-infected

- You and max and Billy never mentioned that night

- After that tho you became so close with max it was awesome and you spent a lot of time with the other kids too it was pretty fun

- You didn’t make the first move to make up with Billy surprisingly it was him

- He came into your room one day when you were doing some work “what do you want?”

- “I wanna apologize. For pushing you around that night. I didn’t mean to break that promise but I was just so pissed and you know dad and-“

- “Ya know what bill it’s fine. Just don’t worry about it. “

- He didn’t believe you at first but then you didn’t say anything and he knew that you really meant it

- So it was basically back to normal after that

- You and Billy got messed up at parties on weekends, didn’t take any shit from anyone, and during the week you went to school and hung out with max and her friends

- For the first time in your life you were actually happy

BONUS

- Sitting in one of your rooms and sharing a blunt (shhhh we all know Billy blazed it on the reg)

- Laying on the floor of your room and just listening to music together

- Party pregames we’re always lit

- “Two shots for me, two shots for you”

- “Ok bill you’re not driving then we’ll have to walk”

- “I’m not fucking walking to a party y/n so let’s just hope we don’t die”

- if there wasn’t a party you two would go get ice cream and drive to a random spot and just sit quietly

- You’d always patch him up after fights with your dad

- Helping each other sneak out

- Rolling up to parties together

- Billy can be the best brother or the worst it’s really your choice

#stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove headcanons

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makeyourlivesextraordinary · 6 years ago

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AU Yeah AUgust Day Two-College

I took inspiration for this from this post: http://thesadlookonyourface.tumblr.com/post/166000587701/au-prompts-university-cont

Particularly the part that says: “ you’re waiting in my dorm room for my roommate to come back from class and you end up helping me on my lab work AU “ but it strays from the prompt because this story kinda had a mind of its own tbh

Thanks to @wordshakers for helping me with this!

I hope you all enjoy it!

Todd was in the middle of doing his history homework when there was a loud pounding on the door. Rolling his eyes and sighing loudly, he went to door, opened it-half expecting it to be Cameron from across the hall who was always asking for pens and being prepared to tell him to just go buy some-and then immediately lost his train of thought upon seeing a gorgeous boy on the other side of the door.

“Can, can I help you?” asked Todd, once he regained the capability to speak, which admittedly, took him longer than he was comfortable with. The boy didn’t seem to mind much though. He just put on a big smile and said,

“Yes, actually. I’m looking for Charlie Dalton, is he here?”

Oh. He was here for Charlie. The cute boys were always here for Charlie. It made him wonder. Was this Charlie’s boyfriend? He had mentioned having one before, but had never met him. It was his own fault, Charlie was always nice and tried to be inclusive, it’s just that he was so painfully shy, he was always too nervous to tag along to anything with him.

“Umm, no, sorry, he’s not. He should be back soon, if you’d like to come in. I mean, only if you want to, don’t feel any obligation or anything-”

Todd was kicking himself for going on and on, but he just couldn’t stop. He was feeling very flustered and nervous around this boy and he was sure the boy thought he was a complete idiot who stuttered and didn’t quite have himself together. But the boy, still with that same amiable smile on his face, said,

“Sure, I’d love to come in,”

“Feel free to take a seat anywhere, I’m sure he won’t be too long now. I think he just stepped out to get something so yeah sit anywhere, um, what’s your name?”

The boy laughed, a sound that was both delightful and pleasing to the ears. Todd wanted badly to make the boy laugh again just so his ears could be graced by the enjoyable sound again.

“My name is Neil! I’m so sorry I didn’t introduce myself. No wonder you looked so freaked out when you answered the door, I’m a complete stranger to you.”

Todd laughed it off, relieved that the real reason for his looking freaked out was seemingly still unknown to Neil.

“I’m kinda used to it at this point. Charlie’s friends are always dropping by to see him,” he said nonchalantly. How was he being so calm? How was Neil so easy to talk to? He never had this much ease when it came to interacting with other people. Why was he now freaking out over the fact that he’s finding it easy to talk to someone?

A different expression crossed Neil’s face upon hearing what Todd had just said to him. Todd wasn’t quite sure he could place it, but he looked as if he had something he wanted to say.

“And what about you? Don’t your friends visit?” asked Neil.

Todd didn’t look at him. He didn’t quite know where to look. He didn’t want to look lame in front of Neil, but if he gave the true answer to that question, he knew he would.

There was an awkward silence in the air. It wrapped around Todd, suffocating him. He knew he should answer. He knew by now he had taken an abnormally long amount of time to answer, but he just didn’t know quite what to say. Neil was too cool for him, he would never want to hang out with a guy like him once he knew the truth.

“Listen, if I said something to you to upset you, I’m very sorry. That wasn’t my intention at all, um,” Neil giggled nervously, “I just realized I don’t know your name either.”

Todd smiled, a timid smile, but a smile nevertheless, and said,

“My name is Todd.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Todd. And really, I am sorry if I upset you.”

Todd sighed. He should just tell the truth. He had always been told that anyone who didn’t like him for him wasn’t worth having in his life and while he knew that was true, he was paralyzed with the fear that this newfound, potential friend, would leave him for being a loner and a loser.

“You didn’t upset me, I just, well, I don’t really have a lot of friends so I didn’t really know what to say. And I-” he hesitated and Neil looked at him with a concerned, but also inquisitive expression. “I was afraid you would think I was a loser if I admitted such a thing.”

“You seem to care a lot about what I think of you, why is that?” asked Neil.

“Well,I-”

Todd was interrupted by the sound of the doorknob being turned and the sight of his roommate entering their dorm. He was relieved. He wasn’t sure how he would have answered Neil’s question if Charlie hadn’t come home right at that moment.

“Hey, Todd, did you finish your his-oh, Neil, hey! I didn’t realize you’d be here.”

“Yeah, sorry, I stopped by a little earlier than I told you. I’m sorry,” Neil said to Charlie. Then he turned to Todd and said,

“I’m very sorry for interrupting your homework. I had no idea you were working on homework and I shouldn’t have distracted you. You should have told me to eff off.”

“I would never say such a thing to you ever.”

Neil looked amused at that, his eyes twinkling as he laughed. Charlie, on the other hand, just looked confused.

“You ready to go, Neil?” Charlie asked.

“Todd, you should come with us,” Neil said, not listening to Charlie.

“Oh, um, yeah I think I will, thanks.”

Todd got ready to go and he heard Charlie whisper to Neil,

“What did you say to him to get him to go? I’ve invited him so many times and he’s never once accepted.”

“Let’s just say I had this feeling he’d want to join us.”

Todd smiled to himself, trying to let on as if he hadn’t overheard their conversation. He went back over to the boys and said,

“I’m ready to go!”

“Todd, your face is really red, are you okay?” asked Charlie.

Todd felt his face getting even more red at Charlie’s question and Neil whacked Charlie on the shoulder.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?”

“He’s fine! Here, Todd, take my hand! Let’s get this party started!”

After that night, Todd began to look forward to the times men would come knocking at their door because oftentimes one man would come to see him and that man was Neil.

#au yeah august #dead poets society #anderperry

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6/50 - “Could you be any louder?”

Fandom: All for the Game Characters/pairings: the Foxes/andreil, kevin x allison, (aaron x katelyn, matt x dan, renee x jean) Summary: The Foxes decide to spend spring break together again (sans the freshmen). The walls are thin and Allison doesn’t want to hear any stupidly happy couples screwing. A/N: Because I saw this post and all I could think of was tfc/aftg. Tbh it’s all I think about these days.

http://maelerie.tumblr.com/post/135803922052/send-me-two-characters-or-more-and-a-prompt-and

**warning for the usual things brought up from the Foxes’ pasts**

It was their second spring break together and would be the girls’ last one with them since they were fifth year seniors. Dan, Matt, Renee, and Allison had decided to rent a cabin again.

Even though they were no longer roommates, or maybe because they were no longer roommates, Neil and Matt kept up with their fighting lessons. Neil showed up just as the upperclassmen decided it might be nice to go to the same place as last time.

“Think Andrew would let you guys come along again?” Dan asked.

“I’ll ask,” Neil said.

“Then it’ll be a definite yes,” Matt grinned.

Neil smiled, a little less socially awkward after nearly two years with the Foxes. “Are the freshmen coming?” he asked.

“God no.” Allison groaned. “Spring break is supposed to be relaxing and fun. It’ll be hard enough with the monsters around.”

All Neil said was, “Okay.” He knew she had a soft spot for them even if she still hated them all. Also, he was pleased they didn’t want the freshmen around as much as he didn’t.

He joined the others in the lounge after his shower and Wymack went over notes for the coming week. He ended with, “Don’t fail your midterms.”

“So?” Allison asked Neil.

“I haven’t asked, yet,” he told her.

“Asked what?” One of the freshmen questioned.

Neil turned to Andrew and spoke in German, “They want to know if we want to join them for spring break like last year.”

“Hell yeah!” Nicky shouted in English.

“It’s not fair when you guys speak in German,” Sheena complained.

Aaron looked at her and said, “If it’s in German, it’s not your business. You don’t hear Kevin complaining.”

“That’s probably because he’s just relieved he doesn’t have to listen to Neil and Andrew’s dirty talk and understand.”

If it wasn’t Exy, Kevin didn’t care so he didn’t respond. Neil ignored the comment and relayed the invitation in French.

Kevin shook his head. “There wasn’t a court last time.” His response was in English.

Neil kept on in French. “Will you go if they find a place with a court?”

“Nobody likes it when you guys speak French either!”

“No one likes it when you speak.” Aaron returned.

Kevin pointed at Allison. “Find a place with a court.”

She glared. “You’re so fucking predictable.”

“Fuck you.”

“In your dreams, asshole.”

One of the freshmen blurted, “You guys are making plans and only inviting half of the team?”

They ignored the freshmen and started for the door. “Aaron?” Dan asked. “You can bring Katelyn.”

This started another round of protests from the freshmen. “She’s not even on the team!”

Aaron shrugged and Dan grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Thea can come, too.” Renee said kindly to Kevin.

“No.”

Neil nudged Andrew and got a glare. “So we’re going?”

“Make sure there are enough rooms. I want the one farthest away from them,” he shot over his shoulder.

“Hey, Renee,” Nicky said. “Is Jean coming?”

“Are you kidding me?” Jack yelled when Renee nodded. “He’s on another fucking team!”

Dan/Matt Kevin/Nicky Andrew/Neil Aaron/Katelyn Allison Renee/Jean

They left Saturday afternoon. They took three cars since they had two extra people coming along. Matt drove Nicky, Aaron and Katelyn since Aaron still refused to have Katelyn and Andrew in the same space for long. Allison drove Dan, Renee and Jean since Renee wanted to avoid the awkwardness that was Kevin and Jean. Andrew, Neil and Kevin were the last to arrive since they stopped for alcohol.

Neil thought there wasn’t much difference between this place and the one they stayed at last spring. The set up was much the same with one bedroom on the first floor and four on the second. The only difference was there was a loft/attic that acted as a sixth bedroom.

The others had left the first floor bedroom for Andrew and Neil again so Kevin went upstairs to find the room with Nicky’s bag.

Their first day was remarkably similar to their first day last year. The others were already in the hot tub. Nicky helped Andrew mix drinks for the others. Andrew and Neil isolated themselves in view of the others and sipped whiskey.

They ate dinner together then settled on couches and raced to see who could get wasted first. They ended the night with Allison calling out the same warning she had the year before. “The walls are thin! I better not hear any of you stupidly happy couples fucking.”

“I bet if you ask nicely Kevin will keep you warm tonight,” Nicky singsonged.

Kevin shot him a disgusted look at the same time Allison told Nicky, “It wasn’t funny the last five times you said it.”

Late Sunday morning the Foxes slowly convened in the front room so they could head to breakfast together. They talked quietly, most of them hungover, all of them still waking up.

“I’m hungry,” Nicky complained.

“Then go wake up your cousin,” Allison snapped back.

“They have to be awake,” Dan said, eyes closed and head leaned on Matt’s shoulder. “I heard one of them get up to shower this morning.”

Nicky glanced at their door. “If one of them is up, the other is, too, but I haven’t heard a sound from their room. Have you?”

He crossed the room and knocked. There was no answer so he tried the door knob and was surprised to find it was unlocked.

His jaw dropped when he took in the scene before him. Neil was leaned back against the wall, hands in Andrew’s hair, and Andrew was on his knees.

Neil’s eyes snapped open with the door and he spluttered, “Fucking hell, Nicky -” He made a noise Nicky never in a million years thought he’d hear coming from him in real life and struggled to keep his eyes open. “G-get the fuck out!”

Nicky slammed the door in his haste and turned to the others who were looking at him curiously. “I think I just saw Neil enjoying himself while not playing Exy,” Nicky deadpanned and couldn’t keep the grin off of his face.

“You’re lying,” Matt accused but he was laughing like the rest of the team.

“Andrew was -” Nicky mimed giving a blowjob and the others lost it.

“You’re gonna make me puke,” Aaron was perhaps the only one less amused than Kevin.

“They’re so quiet,” Matt looked back at their door.

Allison stood. “Let’s go to breakfast, then.”

The others agreed and stood up. About half of them were out the front door when Andrew emerged from his room.

He grabbed Nicky by the shirt and hissed, “Don’t do that again.” His cousin struggled to hold back his laughter but nodded.

“You look wrecked,” Allison commented and Andrew glared.

“Shut up.” More than a couple of the others snorted. It was hard to take him seriously when his lips were swollen and red, his pupils were so dilated his eyes were almost completely black, and his hair was sticking up in weird angles thanks to Neil’s hands.

Allison only allowed a small smile and said, “It’s a good look on you,” before walking out the door. It wasn’t a lie.

Andrew refused to come out of his room for the rest of Sunday which meant Neil didn’t either. The others left them alone until after dinner.

“They could be having sex,” Nicky slurred, already tipsy. “And we wouldn’t even know.”

“Is it normal?” Matt looked toward their door again. “To be so quiet?”

Renee cleared her throat softly and the others looked to where she was curled up with her feet under her and Jean’s arm around her. “I think that everybody’s different. Different experiences and all that.”

“What?” Katelyn asked.

Aaron groaned but kissed her temple. “If the only experience you have is being raped and having your life threatened if you make a noise, you’re used to being quiet.”

He waited for Katelyn to show she understood. The alcohol made her brain sluggish so it took her a few seconds. “Okay, but what about Neil?”

“I heard him tell Andrew that his mom used to beat him any time she caught him with a girl.”

“Damn!” Nicky laughed and Aaron turned to glare. He had been speaking quietly but hadn’t realized the others had gone silent around him to listen. “I’ve heard of people trying to beat the gay out of you but never have I heard of someone beating someone n-not straight!”

Aaron ignored the others as usual and told Katelyn. “Also, Neil’s a liar. The first nineteen years of his life he spent controlling what other people saw of him. I imagine it’s not easy giving up control after so long.”

“Neil ‘I’m fine’ Josten,” Matt agreed.

“What does that mean?” Jean instinctively looked toward Kevin for an answer.

The others hadn’t really seen the two former Ravens interact except for at the banquets when Riko had a collar around Jean’s neck. They also knew the reason Jean wasn’t playing with the Foxes was because there was too much history between him and Kevin.

They didn’t know what they expected but it wasn’t an open expression and Kevin telling Jean, “Last year, whenever anyone asked Neil how he was or if he was okay he would automatically say, ‘I’m fine.’ Even after he came back from Christmas break he told everyone he was fine.”

Jean nodded at this. He changed to French. “The two weeks he spent with the Ravens he never said how he was doing. Mostly just screaming and groaning.”

“Nobody asked,” Kevin assumed. “Nobody would’ve cared.”

“When we talked, it was mostly about Riko, Exy, and you.”

Riko’s name spiked interest in their conversation even more. Kevin only slightly stiffened. When Jean finally looked at the others he said in English, “I’ve never heard Neil say, ‘I’m fine.’ If I had to give him a name like that it would be Neil ‘fuck you’ Josten.”

His comment lightened the mood again and the others went back to talking about random things. Allison motioned for Dan and Renee to follow her so they got up from their seats. Renee looked at Allison and pointed to Katelyn with her eyes and Allison shrugged. While Dan kissed Matt, Renee went over to Aaron and Katelyn and said, “We’re going upstairs. Care to join us?”

“Sure,” Katelyn looked only slightly surprised. She kissed Aaron’s cheek then let Renee help her to her feet.

“Come on, Dan,” Allison whined. She pulled Dan away from Matt and grabbed the fullest bottle she could on their way to the stairs. Renee brought up the rear in case any one of her tipsy friends decided to trip.

When they reached the attic, they all climbed onto Allison’s bed. Allison and Dan turned to Katelyn.

Her face was already a little flushed from alcohol but blood rushed to her cheeks when Allison asked, “So is Aaron loud?”

“Wh-what?” she stuttered, then laughed a little nervously. “Why?”

“We just got proof his twin’s not.”

“No, we didn’t,” Katelyn said. “We got proof that his twin’s boyfriend isn’t loud.”

Dan nodded. “Yeah, but you heard what Aaron said.”

Allison rolled her eyes. “Okay, but both of them are very controlling. The only time we’ve ever seen Andrew show any personality was on his drugs. After that, nothing. I think it’s safe to say neither of them is able to give up that much control even when they’re getting each other off. I think Andrew’s less likely than Neil.”

Dan giggled and choked on a mouthful of liquor.

“So, back to Aaron,” Allison tried to gesture to Katelyn.

She shrugged and took a gulp from their shared bottle when Dan offered it to her. She grinned and said, “Mostly only when he’s drunk. Otherwise, he’s not. He’s kind of serious and sweet.”

“Aaron? Sweet?” Dan hiccuped. She paused then said, “Last year I would’ve never believed it. But now - now that we’ve seen him around you - Oh, my god! He does have a soft side!”

She said it like a revelation. She turned to Allison. “Do you think Andrew is sweet to Neil?”

Allison blinked lazily up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. Remember when Nicky thought it was just hate sex?”

“Yeah, but they’ve been together for a year now,” Dan took another swig from the bottle.

“I’d be more shocked to find out Andrew is gentle when they’re - do you think they’ve even had sex? I mean, like, besides handies and blowjobs. Like, I’d get it after all that shit with Drake last year.” Allison leaned up on her elbows suddenly to look at Renee. “Does he tell you that stuff?”

“No,” she said and left it at that.

Allison fell onto her back again and dragged Dan with her. Katelyn drank from the bottle and swallowed. Then she said, “Which one of your teammates do you think is the loudest in bed?”

At the same time Dan and Allison answered, “Nicky.” This sent them into a fit of giggles. Renee smiled down at her friends.

“Hm,” Allison hugged Dan and snuggled into her warmth. “Now we know two are quiet, two are loud and one -” She pointed at Katelyn and nodded once in thanks. “Is both.”

She gasped and blurted, “What about Kevin?”

“Someone so uptight has to let loose somewhere, right?” Dan rolled so that she was on her stomach.

“I don’t know,” Renee said and the other women immediately gave her their undivided attention.

When she didn’t elaborate, Allison and Dan both complained.

“C’mon, Renee-nay,” Allison leaned across Dan’s back to tug at her pastel colored tips. “What do you know?”

She pursed her lips. “This doesn’t leave this room,” she finally caved. They waved her off and she spoke quietly, not wanting Jean or Kevin to hear her even though there was an entire floor between them. “Riko decided when Kevin and Jean had sex for the first time.”

“What? Like he fucked them?” Allison shrieked.

Renee shushed Allison and said, “No. He chose the girls for them and was there when it happened. Ravens weren’t allowed to go anywhere without another Raven. Kevin was literally by Riko’s side for most of his life and when he finally left, Jean was.”

Dan grimaced and spoke slowly. “That’s sick. So they were only allowed to have sex if someone else was watching?”

“I don’t think the rules were as strict with the other Ravens but I don’t know. Neil said Riko and Kevin shared a room in one hall and all the other Ravens were in a different hall.”

“But if he was always with Riko, how’d he and Thea get together?”

Renee shrugged, deciding she had shared way too much information for the night.

Allison was on her back again, blinking lazily at the ceiling. She asked, “Is Jean loud?”

Renee’s eyes looked empty. “I imagine it’s a little bit like Andrew’s situation. He learned begging and fighting didn’t make them stop.” She flinched and she was sweet Renee Walker again. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud. We’ve kissed and that’s it. I don’t really know.”

Dan grabbed her hand and squeezed. It was hard to believe Renee when she said she and Andrew were very similar but times when they were reminded of her past and now that they knew a little more about what he had gone through, it was hard to believe she didn’t turn out exactly like him.

“I thought Kevin was gay for the longest time,” Allison admitted, subdued. “Like, I thought it was the reason he couldn’t fully give up Riko.”

“Do you think he was ...” Katelyn wondered. “Is that why you said you don’t know if he’s loud in bed?”

Renee shrugged. “I don’t know. Everyone’s different. Even two people who go through the same situation can react to things differently.”

“Geez,” Dan said. “Sorry, Katelyn. We promise our hangouts aren’t always such downers.”

“It’s interesting,” Katelyn admitted, laying next to Dan . “I know not all the girls on the squad had perfect lives but I feel like we live in a bubble sometimes, you know? I feel like everything I’ve learned about your team is stuff you only see in movies. Abuse, rape, murder. After hanging out with you guys, it’s just something so different hanging out with the squad.”

“I guess after dating one of the monsters, nothing can really surprise you, huh?” Allison’s eyes were closed and she reached out blindly to squeeze Katelyn’s arm.

Dan threw an arm over Allison’s waist and snuggled her face into the side of her neck. “Remember that thing that Neil said? Uh, it-I, um, if we got what we deserved we wouldn’t be foxes.”

“Hm,” Allison sighed, already asleep.

Renee woke up before the sun rose and couldn’t fall back asleep. She turned over under Jean’s arm and studied his face. It was weird, the contrast. She had seen all of her teammates awake and asleep at some point and it never ceased to amaze her.

They all looked so peaceful and it made Renee sad to think that anyone could hurt them. The thought passed through her mind again and she remembered why she couldn’t fall back asleep. She felt guilty.

Jean’s and Kevin’s lives at Castle Evermore were their business and for some reason Renee had shared some of Jean’s and Kevin’s experiences. She wouldn’t want Jean telling his teammates that she had been raped. Yet, she had all but stated that multiple people had forced themselves on him.

Lightly, she pressed a fingertip to his cheek and traced the three she knew was underneath his coverup tattoo. His eyelashes fluttered and he breathed deeply, moving a hand to cover hers. He moved their hands down until he could press a kiss to her palm.

“Morning,” he sighed against her skin and she felt his lips quirk up into a smile.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said softly.

He squinted his eyes open and turned to grab his phone off the nightstand. “You didn’t,” he told her after checking the time. “I always get up now.”

A door opened on the other side of the space separating Dan and Matt’s and Renee and Jean’s rooms from Nicky and Kevin’s and Aaron and Katelyn’s rooms. Quiet footsteps crossed that space and stopped in front of their door.

The knock was light and Renee looked up at Jean before sliding off the bed and going to answer it. She knew who it was going to be but she was still a little surprised.

Kevin leaned against the doorframe, looking slightly surprised to see Renee as well.

“Kevin, good morning,” she said.

“Hi, Renee,” he responded. “Is Jean up?”

She had a feeling he already knew the answer. She opened the door the rest of the way and moved so Kevin could see Jean.

“Neil and I are going to the court.”

Jean sat up. “Meet you downstairs.”

Neil finished tying his shoe before turning back to look at Andrew. “Are you planning on leaving the room today?”

“I might kill Nicky if I do.”

Andrew’s eyes were closed so Neil rolled his eyes and leaned in close. “Yes?”

“Mm,” Andrew hummed. Neil kissed him.

When Neil closed the door behind him he was greeted with an annoyed look from Kevin. He looked at his watch, making sure he wasn’t late, then shrugged it off, knowing Kevin was displeased with Andrew’s failure to join them.

Kevin didn’t move so Neil shot him a questioning look. He looked up at the second floor when he heard a door open. Kevin waited for Jean to get halfway down the stairs before heading outside.

Neil drove them to the court. He would’ve preferred to run but then he couldn’t take his racquets. They started with laps around the court which was nice but slightly smaller than an actual Exy court. They stretched like they usually did at their morning practices with their teams before running through the Raven drills. Kevin let Jean borrow one of his racquets since he and Neil both used heavier racquets more commonly used by backliners and was closer to Jean’s height.

Three hours later other people started showing up at the court much to Kevin’s annoyance. He started collecting the balls into a bucket but he was Kevin Day and he was with Jean Moreau and Neil Josten. He was one of the sons of Exy and now he was the only son of Exy. They had all been marked for Riko’s perfect Court.

Of course he wasn’t able to gather more than a couple balls before someone approached him. Kevin half assed one of his press smiles which was more than enough.

Neil took over collecting balls. Kevin and Jean were media trained; Neil was known for saying controversial things and pissing people off. As soon as he finished collecting the balls, he called out to Kevin.

The boy who was posing for a picture with Kevin and Jean looked at Neil. Kevin motioned for him to come over and Neil tried to wave him off.

It was a repeat of Kathy Ferdinand. Kevin called out in French, “You gave me your game so get the fuck over here. Play nice.”

Jean raised his eyebrows at that. “Really?”

Neil called out, “Fuck you, both.” Kevin and Jean laughed like Neil had made a joke. None of the people there had understood their conversation so they laughed, too.

They posed for pictures and gave autographs for ten minutes before Kevin said, “We better get going. It was great meeting you.”

“Play a game with us!” Someone suggested.

Neil thought Kevin would decline. These people were only playing for fun. They weren’t dedicated enough that Kevin would be wasting his time.

“Sure, one game,” Kevin agreed and Neil gave him a look. “Jean needs to borrow some gear though.”

They headed over to their duffle bags and Kevin muttered, “Stop looking like Nicky just walked in on Andrew giving you a blowjob.”

Neil gaped. “Did you just make a fucking joke?”

They pulled on their helmets and gloves, deciding they’d do a short first-team-to-five-points kind of game. They were just deciding teams when Andrew and Renee showed up.

Neil watched as one man was brave enough (or stupid enough) to try to introduce himself to Andrew. He offered him a hand to shake and Andrew stared at him uninterested. Renee intervened and shook the poor guy’s hand, introducing herself.

Andrew left them and went straight for Neil. He hooked his fingers through the grating of Neil’s helmet and said, “You’ve been gone for more than three hours.”

“Don’t blame me,” Neil couldn’t help but smile knowing Andrew had run five miles to get here. “Blame Mr. Celebrity, Queen Day, over here.”

“I want ice cream,” Andrew said and a piece of sweat-darkened hair fell into his eyes. “Give me my keys.”

“Play a game with us,” Kevin said.

Andrew’s gaze floated over to Kevin. “No.”

“Neil will get wasted after.”

“No, I won’t.”

It was amusing watching Kevin try not to scowl because so many pairs of eyes were on him. “I’ll fill the freezer at the cabin with your favorite ice cream and won’t say anything when you make yourself sick off it.”

“I’m not putting on any gear.”

Jean and Renee joined them, both wearing borrowed helmets and gloves. They each had an arm wrapped around the other. Under her free arm, Renee carried an extra helmet and gloves.

“Here you go,” she smiled at Andrew.

He took it and said, “I’m not guarding your goal.” He crossed the court and went to stand in the opposite goal.

Renee smiled at the other three and said, “I’ll be a backliner for the other team.”

They had more than enough volunteers to fill their team. They ended up having to play three games because so many people wanted the chance to say they played on Kevin Day’s team.

Andrew rebounded most of the balls off of Kevin’s helmet whenever he got the chance. Neil was relieved Renee was put on as Kevin’s mark because she knew what he was like when he was frustrated or upset with Andrew. Whichever striker Jean guarded had a hard time getting the ball at all but their other backliners weren’t very good and their goalie was worse.

After the third game, Andrew walked off the court. Kevin declined another game and Renee made sure to thank everyone she played with. Jean waited and held a hand out to her when she started toward him.

They changed out of their sweaty clothes. Jean gave Renee his clean shirt and she smiled gratefully. He replaced his dirty shirt with his jacket. Neil threw Andrew his hoodie before going into a stall to change.

“I will leave you,” Andrew called so Neil could hear him from his bathroom stall.

“Just like you’ll push me off the roof of Fox Tower.” Neil came out and joined the others.

In the car Jean checked his phone and frowned. “What’d you do to piss off Thea?” he asked Kevin.

Kevin didn’t turn around and he answered in French. “We had an argument about Riko and the Ravens. She didn’t like what I had to say so she dumped me.”

“I thought we convinced her last year that you were telling the truth,” Jean switched to French to humor Kevin.

“She wanted to know more so I told her more. She’ll get over it.” Kevin turned the volume up on the radio to end the conversation. Andrew slapped his hand but didn’t turn it back down.

Andrew parked the car in the farthest parking space possible and told Kevin, “Buy me a spoon, too.”

Jean and Renee went with Kevin. Neil waited until he couldn’t see them through the back window before leaning forward. “Shower when we get back?”

“Not with you.”

Neil kissed the side of Andrew’s neck and murmured, “Why not?”

He didn’t answer. He wouldn’t answer for two reasons: Neil already knew the answer and Andrew wouldn’t admit to weakness.

When the others came back, they filled Andrew’s trunk with ice cream. Renee passed him a pint and a spoon and he ripped the plastic seal off with his teeth. Kevin looked disgusted but true to his word didn’t say anything.

On Tuesday the group went on a five mile hike. It was a loop trail through a densely wooded area. They paired off on the narrow trail talking about anything and everything.

It was one of Neil’s favorite parts of spring break. Their team blended together and “upperclassmen” and “monsters” was scarcely used, if at all. They still argued a lot, but it was over stupid things that normal twenty-somethings would fight about.

Neil hung back until he was bringing up the rear with Andrew. They walked in silence, listening to their teammates laugh and shout.

As they approached a part in the path where sunlight broke through leaves and branches, Neil nearly toppled over the side of the trail. Andrew’s grip on his hand tightened and to anyone who looked back at them it would seem that Andrew only grabbed Neil’s hand to stop him from falling. In truth, Neil had tripped because he wasn’t expecting Andrew to hold his hand with all of the others around.

He looked at Andrew, hair and eyes unnaturally pale in the sunlight. Andrew stared back, mouth straight, eyes only Neil could read as defiant.

“Aw,” Nicky cooed and the couple’s attention snapped forward.

Andrew dropped his hand and Neil glared at Nicky for ruining this moment. Katelyn was peering over his shoulder at his phone.

“This is a great picture,” she said. “Dan will want to put it on the wall.”

“I will kill you,” Andrew fixed Nicky with a look.

Nicky rolled his eyes but forced his way to the front of the group as he yelled, “What’s new?”

Four miles in Allison stopped.

“Where’s Dan?”

The others looked between themselves and shrugged. Neil frowned. “Matt’s missing, too.”

“Oh,” Allison smirked.

“We should go look for them,” Neil said.

“Dan and Matt are missing together,” Nicky emphasized. When Neil still looked confused, he said, “They’re probably doing the straight person nasty.”

The others groaned. “Do you always have to call it that?”

“What if they’re actually hurt?” Neil didn’t look convinced. “We’re in the woods. One of them could have twisted an ankle or fallen.”

“They’re fine,” Allison put her hands on Neil’s shoulders. She breathed in deeply through her nostrils. “Fine. Let’s go everyone!”

The others protested but they all headed back the way they came calling out to their ‘lost’ teammates.

They didn’t have to go far before they heard Dan moaning and Matt grunting through a patch of trees. The others tried to keep straight faces. Aaron was the first to turn away.

“Happy?” he asked. “They’re fine.”

“More than fine,” Renee agreed, taking Jean’s hand and following Aaron and Katelyn.

The others started to follow but Neil stood frozen in place. He felt the burn in his cheeks.

“Neil?” Kevin looked over his shoulder when he didn’t hear them following behind.

“Wh-why?” he stuttered. “Why would anyone want to do th-that out here?”

Nicky put a hand over his heart and sighed. “Oh, you sweet, sweet boy.”

Andrew shot him a warning look and Neil glared. “I’m serious.”

“Andrew, take Neil about a mile back and show him why.” Nicky winked.

“No.”

Nicky laughed. Andrew took Neil’s hand and dragged him along in the opposite direction from the others. Neil looked back and forth between the cousins.

“Have fun, you two!” Nicky called.

“Andrew, stop,” Neil said. He immediately loosened his grip and waited. “We’re not actually going to - like, we’re not going to do whatever Matt and Dan are doing, are we?”

Andrew shrugged.

“I don’t want -” Neil sighed.

“What?” Andrew demanded, impatient, not angry.

“Our first time to be in the mud,” Neil finished, rushed, eyes locked on Andrew’s.

Neil could have sworn Andrew nearly smiled. “Can I blow you in the mud?”

He wasn’t Andrew so he grinned, suddenly at ease. “Can I blow you?”

The upperclassmen wolf whistled when Andrew and Neil finally returned from their eight mile hike. Andrew ignored them and went straight to the porch, pulling out his pack of cigarettes.

“So now do you understand why people do that out there?” Matt smiled knowingly at Neil.

“No,” Neil tried to keep a straight face. He turned to Nicky, “Thanks for pissing off Andrew.”

“Anytime.” Nicky winked.

Neil crossed his arms. “Stop winking at me. I had to walk an extra three miles because Andrew refused to finish the hike with you guys.”

Nicky frowned. “You mean you guys didn’t -”

Neil shrugged and went to find Andrew. When he joined him at the railing, he leaned in close and asked, “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Andrew exhaled his lungful of smoke in Neil’s face.

Neil closed the distance, smiling as the taste of Andrew on his tongue was replaced with the more familiar taste of his cigarettes.

“Smells like rain,” Dan commented as she came out of the bathroom toweling her hair dry. “Did Neil and Andrew come back, yet?”

The others pointed around a table, through the archway toward the sliding glass door. Dan tilted her head.

“Guess they didn’t get enough of each other out on the trail.”

“Do you think Neil’s only allowed to touch Andrew’s hair?” Matt asked, not able to drag his eyes away.

“Five dollars - yes,” Nicky responded.

Allison shook her head. “Fifty for no.”

“I’m with Nicky,” Matt said.

“Oh, honey.” Dan plopped down next to Matt. “You boys are so wrong. Fifty for no.”

“Are you going to bet?” Jean asked Kevin.

The others immediately started protesting. “That’d be unfair.”

“Kevin has an unfair advantage. He shares a room with them. He spends extra time with them on the court.”

Kevin glanced at the others. “We go to the court to play Exy and run drills. I see what the rest of you see.”

“Liar.”

He shrugged, unaffected.

Dan groaned at the sunlight coming in through the window. She pressed her naked body closer to Matt’s, one leg thrown over his thigh, and kissed his chest.

“Good morning,” he whispered, his lips pressed to the top of her head.

“Ugh, five more minutes.” She stretched against him before curling up again.

They had been up late, talking, drinking, betting. Despite Kevin’s protests they all went out and tossed a ball around in the rain.

“Ok-” Matt started to agree but a loud clatter had them both shooting up in their bed.

They exchanged looks and paused, waiting to see if a fight would break out. They heard Allison give a shout and Dan was out of bed in a split second, pulling on shorts and a tank top.

She ran downstairs accompanied by a few other bedraggled Foxes. Neil was the first to reach Allison since his and Andrew’s room was on the first floor.

“What’s going on?” Dan crouched next to Allison who had sunk to the floor and pulled her legs up to her chest.

“That fucking asshole motherfucking cunt,” she seethed through her teeth. She was glaring at the pieces of her cellphone across the room. She was yelling and angry but Dan could see how she held back her tears. “Fuck him!”

“Allison,” Renee said from the stairs. “What happened?”

Allison turned to look at the others behind her. “He fucked a Vixen.” She fixed Katelyn with an accusatory stare and Aaron grabbed his girlfriend’s hand defensively.

“Who did?”

“My good for nothing virgin ex-boyfriend. Ha!” Allison’s laugh was humorless. “Ex-virgin ex-boyfriend, if he really was one. There’s a video and everything.”

Kevin emerged from the bathroom, hair wet.

“Get your laptop,” Allison told him.

“Why?” Kevin asked, dully.

“Because I fucking said so!”

His expression went from bored to angry but before he could say anything, Dan said tiredly, “Just do it, Kevin.”

Dan insisted they do whatever Allison wanted for the rest of the day which mostly meant sitting on couches and piles of blankets, drinking. Whenever Allison sent him a pointed look, Neil took a sip of his drink.

Soon enough even Neil was feeling warm and light. It was only one in the afternoon.

They spent the first hour listening to Allison talk shit about her stupidly tall basketball playing ex boyfriend. The conversation slowly moved on to worst breakups - personal and in the celebrity world.

Nicky pulled up a list on his phone and the Foxes made bets as to which breakup was number one. They were all wrong.

“Number one,” Nicky read aloud. “Kevin Day and Riko - uh.”

The group fell silent. Finally Jean said, “Go on. Finish the article.”

Nicky looked stunned but obliged when Kevin said nothing. “They may not have been an actual couple, though some fans dispute this claim - but many will agree the breakup of the sons of Exy was a horrible one. Inseparable from the time that Kevin was adopted by Riko’s uncle and cofounder of Exy, there was mass hysteria among Exy fans when it was discovered that not only did Kevin break his hand but also that he would be leaving the Raven’s for the last-ranked Foxes. Kevin only continued to add to the confusion over a year later when he implied something else had happened to his hand that conflicted with the original statement offered by the Ravens.”

“Stop,” Neil said. “We all know what happened. This is just some stupid recap.”

“I need another drink,” Matt said.

“Nicky, what was that drink you made yesterday?” Dan asked.

Nicky got up, only a little wobbly. “Aaron has dust, right?”

Aaron reached into his pocket and pulled out some packets.

“When did you get that?” Neil questioned.

He shrugged and handed them to Nicky. Andrew got up and went outside to smoke.

“Neil?” Renee offered a packet to him but he shook his head. She gave them to Kevin instead.

Nicky returned fifteen minutes later, using a circular pan as a tray. “I made one for everyone!”

The bright blue drinks got passed around as Dan enthusiastically insisted, “You have to try it! It’s the best drink ever.”

A glass was shoved into Neil’s hand as he stared toward the porch at Andrew. Allison wrapped an arm around Neil’s neck and hoisted her glass toward the center of their deformed circle.

“Fuck cheaters!”

The others echoed her toast and sipped their drinks. Neil grimaced a bit but took another sip. Even he had to admit it tasted better than most alcoholic beverages.

He accepted the shot Allison messily poured for everyone and toasted the “lying bastard” before tipping his shot back like the others. He hadn’t finished Nicky’s first drink but another was passed to him anyway - pink and glittery.

“Why is it sparkling?” he asked, his tongue starting to feel heavy in his mouth.

“Edible glitter!” Nicky yelled over the music that had been turned up once Allison started pouring shots. “It makes everything better!”

Neil barely tasted the second drink. The sun was setting outside and the lights were blurry inside.

“Drink!” Allison called from where she was dancing with the other girls. They all obliged.

Neil was three quarters through the glittery pink drink when he felt someone behind him. He startled, trying to blink the haziness from his eyes.

“How much did you drink?”

“Andrew!” Neil twisted around and pulled Andrew’s hands so he could sit next to him. He started to crawl into his lap but paused. “Is it okay if I -?”

Andrew reached around him and picked up a glass. He kept his other hand on Neil’s hip as he took a sip.

He licked his lips and Neil watched, mesmerized. “Dust.”

“What?” Neil sat up quickly.

“You’re all high,” Andrew stated.

Neil’s brain slowly processed that information. “You’re not?”

He was rewarded with an annoyed stare. “You told me no more.”

“Well,” Neil thought, still staring at Andrew’s lips.

“Well, what?” Andrew snapped his fingers and Neil realized he’d been reaching a hand up to touch his lips.

“You should tonight.”

Andrew shook his head.

“An exception,” Neil insisted. His head felt heavy so he leaned it against Andrew’s shoulder, feeling himself go crosseyed trying to keep his gaze on his mouth. “I had some so it’s okay if you do, too.”

“Not tonight.”

“Can I kiss you?” He saw the hesitation. “We won’t do anything else but I want you to kiss me.”

Andrew looked around the room.

“No one cares. They’re all high,” Neil reminded him.

He stood up and Neil pushed his bottom lip out, prepared to pout. Then Andrew helped him stand and he smiled. “Yes?”

“Yes.” Andrew told him and Neil went in too quick. Their teeth clacked and Andrew hissed, forced himself to unclench his tight grip on Neil’s wrists. “Not here.”

“Why not?” Neil knew he sounded pathetic but he couldn’t help himself. He almost never drank and now he was on drugs, too.

“Hey, when’d you come back?” Matt asked on his way to the kitchen.

Andrew stared at Matt’s retreating back as if that was Neil’s answer. It was but Neil’s brain wasn’t working enough for him to comprehend why.

“Kiss me?” Neil said, question mark at the end.

“Not here,” Andrew repeated.

“If we go to our room, I’ll just want you to fuck me,” Neil said, exasperated. He tried to pull himself free but Andrew ended up having to steady him again.

Nicky, Allison and Dan were close enough that they called out obscene support.

Andrew tensed and Neil tried to take a step back. “Never mind. We don’t have to,” Neil slurred and tried to backtrack. “We can just be here. Not touching. I want to kiss you but it’s okay if you don’t want to kiss me. I shouldn’t have - like, I’m high? And drunk? And high? I want you to be okay and if that means -”

A hand shot out and Neil stumbled forward. It took him a moment to react but then he registered Andrew’s hand clutching the front of his shirt and his lips moving against his.

Neil kissed him back, then put a hand between them. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Andrew growled and grabbed Neil’s hand, bringing it to the back of his head. He turned them so Neil’s back was to the wall, fingers digging into his hips. He nipped at his lip then pulled back just enough to study Neil’s face. “Yes or no?”

Neil blinked his eyes open, confused as to why he wasn’t being kissed anymore.

“Yes or no?”

He realized Andrew needed to be extra sure when Neil was in this state and said, “Yes.”

He loved that Andrew put everything into kissing him, even now - especially now and he moaned. Andrew bit his lip in warning so he tightened his grip in his hair.

Some of the others started wolf whistling and cat calling. Neil didn’t notice until he felt the lack of pressure on his right hip. He opened his eyes and saw Andrew flipping them off. They laughed and Andrew stopped kissing Neil.

“Stop!” Neil nearly whined but caught himself. He tried to remember who he was without the extra stuff running through his veins. He forced an edge into his voice. “You’re ruining everything!”

The others laughed harder, Neil knew he had failed, and Andrew took a step back, forcing Neil to release his grip. Andrew shot the others a cool look before walking toward the porch.

Neil quickly sank to the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest to hide his arousal. “Sometimes I really can’t stand you guys,” he muttered.

“Aw, Neil!”

“Fuck off, Nicky.”

Kevin didn’t know how he found himself alone with Allison but here they were outside in the cold night, both drunk and both recently single. She tipped her head back and finished her drink before saying, “Being cheated on rea-really sucks.”

Any other night Kevin would have just ignored the comment. Tonight he said, “I wouldn’t know. You can’t be cheated on if you’re not allowed to be in a relationship and everybody is fucking everybody.”

“How could he cheat on me?” Allison was still whining and still drinking.

Kevin sipped his drink and said, “You’re annoying as fuck.”

“What?” she tried to glare at him. “I’m fucking hot as fuck, I’m beautiful, I have great boobs and I’m fucking good at fucking. Fuck!”

“Hm,” Kevin shrugged.

Allison stepped closer. “What’s that supposed to mean? Queen Day. You’re the most condescending asshole I’ve ever met and you’ve seen my father! You’re the fakest - stupidest, dumbest person ever. You needed a short little psychotic midget to protect you. You’re incapable of loving anything but Exy and yourself! No wonder Thea dumped you.”

“Thea dumped me,” Kevin was over enunciating to avoid slurring and tripping over his words like Allison. “Because she didn’t like the idea that I was telling the truth when I said Riko had her teammates fu -”

He turned away suddenly. “Fuck you.”

Allison grabbed his arm. “No. Fuck you. I’m amazing.”

Kevin looked at her, an eyebrow cocked. “Ha.”

The next morning Kevin woke up to the sound of Allison puking over the side of her bed. He shot up, ripped the sheet off of her to wrap around his waist and ran downstairs. He ignored stares from the others as he tripped into the bathroom, barely managing to get the toilet lid up before he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Allison appeared a few minutes later, wearing Kevin’s shirt from the night before inside out, sprinting for the other bathroom. Nicky leaned against the doorway to the bathroom by his and Kevin’s room and wrinkled his nose. “What’d you guys do last night? Rob a liquor store?”

Kevin flushed the toilet and kept vomiting.

“Renee gathered the clothes you two discarded on your way up to - ugh,” Nicky shuddered.

Kevin flipped him off and Nicky laughed, closing the door to the bathroom.

Matt, Nicky and Aaron kept driving even when Allison’s and Andrew’s cars pulled off at the first gas station. Allison groaned and said, “I think I’m still drunk.”

Neil went inside and came back out a few minutes later. He stopped by the pink Porsche and Renee rolled Allison’s window down. “Shut up.” Allison commanded even though no one was saying anything.

He handed over a couple of water bottles, something for her headache and a few plastic bags (”just in case”), then got back into Andrew’s car, presumably giving Kevin the same. The passenger door opened and they heard the splash of sick hitting the pavement.

“Ugh,” Allison groaned, holding her stomach. “Get me away from him.”

Renee obediently pulled out of her parking stall and got them on the road again. The drive was a few hours long so they let Allison try to sleep off her hangover. Dan and Katelyn dozed as well as none of them had gotten much sleep the night before.

An hour out from Palmetto Dan’s phone buzzed and she answered it sleepily. “Hello? Hm? Yeah. Tell them -” She got Renee’s attention. “How long?”

“One hour.”

“One hour. Love you. Yeah, I’ll call Neil. Love you.”

Dan selected Neil from her contacts and waited for him to answer. “Just a reminder to dress nicely.”

The freshmen had agreed to shut up about not being invited on their spring break plans if the upperclassmen treated them to an expensive meal when they got back. They stopped at another gas station to change and Andrew’s car pulled in not far behind them.

Kevin and Allison reached the doors at the same time and they stopped to glare at each other before going inside. Renee wrapped her arms around Jean’s waist and sighed. “Think this will be a problem for our team?”

“No,” Jean said honestly. “Kevin would never let anything as trivial as a one night stand with someone he hates get in the way of his game.”

When they arrived at the restaurant the freshmen and Matt’s car were already there. They joined them at a group of tables pushed together. Nicky had made sure to save the end spots for Andrew and Neil.

“You guys look exhausted.”

“That’s because somebody woke us up in the middle of the night and kept us awake for quite awhile,” Dan said without any heat.

“A couple of somebodies,” Nicky smirked.

The freshmen looked around at the others’ faces trying to figure out who they were talking about. Katelyn laughed. “Dan came out of her room because she thought she was going to have to break up a fight.”

“What convinced her it wasn’t?” someone asked.

“She tripped over Allison’s bra,” Katelyn giggled.

“Shut up before I tell everyone what you said about Aaron in bed,” Allison threatened through her teeth.

Aaron shot Allison an annoyed look but he turned and raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend. Katelyn blushed and shook her head.

“I’m sure Allison was only doing it for science,” Dan mused.

“Fucking Kevin was a science experiment?” Nicky’s jaw dropped. He winced. “Don’t kick me, Kevin.”

“What?”

“Kevin and Allison?”

“I thought they were both seeing other people?”

Kevin continued fixing Nicky with a loathsome stare. When someone brought up cheating Allison whipped around. “I am not the cheater,” she seethed.

“But how?” Sheena questioned. Everyone looked between Allison and Kevin, legitimately confused.

Finally Allison stated, rushed, “Because we were so wasted his face was blurry.”

“Oh, I’m sure you guys knew who you were fucking. Also, we all know it’s not his face that’s hard to handle. The amount of bickering between was enough to know you knew. Never mind the ‘fuck, Kevin, god.’” Nicky mocked.

“Kevin always talks shit,” Jean offered, maybe thinking he was helping by offering a fact that negated Nicky’s statement that the bickering is what gave them away.

“Not surprised,” someone said.

Nicky looked at Allison. “So really, how the fuck did that end up happening?”

“Have none of you ever been cheated on?” Allison demanded. “You choose the best looking guy around and fuck him.”

“But you and Kevin?”

Allison groaned. “God, Nicky. We were wasted and both recently dumped. That’s enough. End of story. It won’t ever happen again. Mind your own fucking business, you creep.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Nicky conceded. “Just one more question though because I mean damn! I thought I was loud but, could you be any louder?”

#aftg #tfc #andreil #kevin x allison #FUCK i'm so sick of looking at this #parts may be a tiny little bit ooc #i was tired when i tried to finish this #so it might not make sense #i feel . like it is a little incomplete #i'M SORRY #i should read through this once more #BUT I'M NOT GONNA #I DONT CARE ANYMORE

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