#billy x goody college au

[hellolittleogre]

ugh

I had like a long bit worked out in Idiots in Love and it as going to be a thing about a bit that led to a whole other thing but its just not working and now I’ve had to scrap that whole thing.

[mag7swagbag]

Right - what do we have in here for May?

We have nine Swagbag works this month, and every one like diamonds!

1. Character prompt: Write a fic pairing Red Harvest with any other character(s).

While Searching For A Pocket Full of Gold - QuickSilverFox3

Red Harvest finds himself in the middle of a strange contest. - Looking back, through the entire twisted trail of actions and reactions, decisions and consequences, one fact stood out beyond all others: It was all Faraday’s fault.

Oh Red! Dear Red! - mysticalninjakoala

Red Harvest has been acting strange, a concerned Faraday has a theory.

Sometimes things are not what they seem...

Like A Lawyer (How I’m Always Getting You Off) - dancinbutterfly

They see each other across a hallway in the courthouse and their eyes lock for six and a half seconds. The air crackles before they pass each other and that's that: the beginning.

2. Theme prompt: ‘Old flame’.

So Now For A Last Farewell - QuickSilverFox3

Billy still waits for Goodnight, abides by the rules of the agreement he made to keep him alive. So why hasn't he returned? - The night air was a balm on his fevered skin, moon hanging heavy and full in the sky. He should go back inside and curl up on his bed that was too large for just him — waking up sweat soaked in the night, reaching out into the void with the taste of salt on his lips and tears stinging at his eyes.

“Where are you Goodnight?” Billy whispered into the darkness, knowing his question would go unanswered.

3. Format prompt: Make art for someone else’s fic, or write a prompt for someone else’s art.

From The Way That We Said Goodbye - QuickSilverFox3

Goodnight meets Billy again, and again, and again. - “My heart would feel to be a crime,” Goodnight whispered to himself, tasting the words on his tongue. They felt bitter, a child playing at an emotion he didn’t understand.

Idiots in Love - mysticalninjakoala

Art for Little ogre’s Billy x Goody College AU

4. AU prompt: Dystopian AU

And There’s Still No Rest - QuickSilverFox3

The first words Joshua Faraday ever spoke to Vasquez — just Vasquez, he said with a grin a hair's breadth away from a snarl, and that was that — were “Oh good, we got ourselves a Mexican.” That was all he managed to get out, before Vasquez’s fist collided with his jaw, knocking blood and spit free. - Vasquez is a mechanic working on the Jaegers with dreams of becoming a pilot.

5. Sentence prompt: “We’re sitting at the kitchen table confessing our sins.”

Of Good and Evil - hellacluttered

A broken post-Rose Creek Vasquez searches for something to live for, some reason to keep going.

What It Is You Plan To Do - QuickSilverFox3

Sam has a problem. And there can only be one possible suspect...

And a dead man’s hand for QuickSilverFox3 (@inkformyblood) who filled a full house of prompts this month!

[el-cheung]

Teacher-Student School AU... 

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Drabble Masterlist

AO3 LINK

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

“I can’t sleep, can I stay with you?”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

“Stop doing that, it’s turning me on.”

“Hello. We’re actually in the middle of something.”

“You haven’t lost me.” “Let me take you to the hospital.”

“What are you doing in my bed?” “I’m pretty sure I’ve aged ten years since meeting you.”

“Wars end” and “I almost lost you” kiss

“Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed” kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss and Accidentally Witnessed kiss

First Kiss

 “You’re an idiot.”

“I almost lost you” kiss

Soft kiss/ Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

Jealous kiss

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

It’s a slow day on base, maybe Poe and reader do a puzzle?

Kylo Ren

10 Minute Writing Challenge: Bed Sharing

Cassian Andor

“Drop the attitude.” “You two fight like an old married couple.”

“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“You deserve better than me.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

Bodhi Rook

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

“Who gave you the right to be that sexy?” “Stop doing that, it’s turning me on.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

CT-5597/Jesse

Soft morning cuddles

Grand Admiral Thrawn

10 Minute Writing Challenge - Senator!Reader x Thrawn: Protect

Can you do Thrawn with a shy quiet reader?

“Thrawn drabble, with a rebel tactician reader who has been captured by the empire?”

“How would Thrawn react to someone who stutters?”

“How you think Thrawn would react to his partner telling him they love him”

Jayna Dar (OC)

Random Dialogue Dump

Jayna vs. Savage

Scene from “The Lawless”

Jayna Recruits Cad Bane

Jayna vs. Maul

I really want to see your interpretation of an interaction between Jayna and Obi-Wan, maybe after she’s partnered with Maul

Florist AU + Hair Brushing/Braiding

Pregnancy Fic  + Accidental Eavesdropping

Sera Darros (OC)

“Things I receive, struggles. Things I want, snuggles.” (Bodhi x Sera)

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?” (Platonic!Cassian x Sera)

Cassian decides not to leave (Platonic!Cassian x Sera)

Cassian carries Sera to bed (Platonic!Cassian x Sera)

Rogue One Coffee Shop/College AU Rambles

Bodhi x Sera Rambles

Lana Solo (OC)

Poe x reader (or Lana!) where they get a little competitive?

Crack Highschool AU

“My name is Lana Solo, you killed my father, prepare to die”

Time Travel AU

The Last Jedi (Deleted Scene)

Lana Solo Meets Phaedra Meln

Lana Confronts Phaedra

Pregnancy Fic + PWP (headcanon)

Modern AU + Neighbour AU (headcanon)

The Magnificent Seven

Vasquez

“I’m pretty sure I’ve aged ten years since meeting you.” “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

Billy Rocks

“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

You and Billy plan to go to Goody’s Halloween Party, but then get sidelines

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

Joshua Faraday

“It’s okay, to cry…” “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

“You need sleep.” “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

Red Harvest

“It’s cold, you should wear my jacket.”

Marvel

Peter Quill

All Peter and the reader want is a nap

Clint Barton

“We’re not going to steal someone’s dog.”

Thor

Thor is having a hard time coping and needs a hug

“Do you ever follow directions?”

Ice-cream Date

Doctor Strange

The reader flirts with Strange just cause

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

Returned from the dead kiss

Returned form the dead kiss 2

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Accidental Witness Kiss

Reader and Strange reunite after the events of Infinity War

“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes

“Stephen, if you hate Tony Stark so much, why are we going to his wedding?”

Doctor Stephen Strange gazed out into the ocean below.

Loki

“You are my sunshine.”

A hoarse whisper “kiss me”

“Can you do something for me?” “Anything.” “Get the hell out of here.”

Top of Head kisses

“You couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions.”

Loki x Sigyn

Loki asks Sigyn to marry him

“In retrospect, there was no way this could have gone right.”

Library Meeting

Random Sigyn Dialogue Dump

Historical AU + Hospital AU

Tony Stark

“Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes” kiss 

Bucky Barnes

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Matt Murdock

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Star Trek TOS/AOS

Doctor McCoy

“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

M*A*S*H

Elizabeth “Doc” O’Neil x Hawkeye Pierce

Random MASH OC Dialogue

Hawkeye gets a bit of jungle fever

Another M*A*S*H Dialogue Dump

OC Pilot Episode Outline

Relationship Dump

"Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 am?"

"I'm a doctor not a brick layer"

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths/ Long kiss

“The Interview”

Blind Date + Almost Kiss 

“Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick”

Another Episode Outline (Season 2)

Fake Dating + Mutual Pining

Vacation Fic + Bed Sharing

25 Days of Ficmas (2018)

Updated August 16, 2020

[hellolittleogre]

Chapters: 4/5 Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks, Sam Chisolm & Goodnight Robicheaux Characters: Billy Rocks, Goodnight Robicheaux, Sam Chisolm, Vasquez (The Magnificent Seven 2016), Joshua Faraday, Emma Cullen Additional Tags: College AU, Tropes, Mutual Pining, Roommates, omg they were roommates, Idiots in Love, sustained misunderstanding, Coming Out, OCs - Freeform, one use of the word fag Summary:

Billy had initially been worried about having a roommate in college, he’d not shared a room since he was six and shared with his sister, and from what he could remember it had been intensely annoying. He was pretty reserved and needed his own space: and what if his roommate was loud or messy, and never did dishes, or never cleaned or always had people over? It could be a year of hell and Billy was feeling apprehensive, to say the least but Goody, or Goodnight which was his actual name, was, well, Goody was fine.

[hellolittleogre]

Six sentence Sunday

Squeezing this in under the wire. Trying to wrap up the college AU so its sprawling out longer than my usual installments.

Something feels off the moment he comes home. He can’t put his finger on what it is, something about how his mother comes to pick him up from the bus station, and immediately takes his face between her hands and declares that he looks too thin (not only is this unusual for her, but even though it was a while ago since competed seriously, Billy is still used to keeping an eye on his weight and he knows he hasn’t gained or lost an ounce). It gets a little weirder at dinner where both his parents are watching him eat like hawks and his sister keeps hiding her face in her plate.  It’s his dad cooking celebration food, galbi ssam and little plates of various banchan, all Billy’s favorites and when he tucks into his second helping something in the room relaxes and his mom and dad smile a little at each other. 

Billy’s family might be a little distant and awkward, his mother has never said she loves him, he can’t remember his dad kissing him, even when he was little, and he knows that they are a little disappointed that he’s studying engineering, instead of medicine. They make up for it in different ways though, and Billy has always known that his mother cares because she piles his and his sister’s bed high with pillows, as if by sheer force of bedding she can articulate what she can’t say. When he opens the door to his room his bed is so full of pillows it’s a struggle to recognize it as a flat surface. 

Something is definitely up.

He kicks most of the pillows to the floor and then digs to the very bottom of his backpack after the rumpled slip of fabric that is Goodnight’s t-shirt, snagged off the floor of their room. It smells of him, of cigarettes and soap and a little like their room. It feels pathetic but also defiant, a tangible marker that he has come back from college different and he buries his face in it and holds it tight, for once letting himself imagine, without feeling guilty about it, that its Goodnight’s back pressed close to his chest and that he would be allowed to bury his nose in his hair and hold on.

[hellolittleogre]

Billy x Goody College AU

Since starting college, in a fit of equal measures rebellion and laziness, Billy had been letting his hair grow, and now was shaggy and long enough to get into his eyes and it was driving him crazy. It was forever hanging down and tickling his face and getting in the way and no matter how many times he swept it back it always fell forwards again.

It was especially annoying now, way later than it should be and he was squinting against his screen fighting with getting his conclusion nailed down, deleting two words for every new he managed to type and the hair getting into his eyes, and itching his nose and tickling across his forehead and it was just so frustrating…

“Billy, arretez!” Goddy snapped. “Quit fucking fussing with your hair. Its not going to help,”

Billy looked up startled and saw Goody, equally hunched over his desk, looking as annoyed as he’d ever seen him. He’d never showed a lick of bad temper previously and then Billy realized it was late and they were probably equally stressed. He blew the hair out of his eyes, resisting the urge to pick a fight, or pointing out that Goody had been continuously sniffing the last half hour if they wanted to get into annoying personal habits, could he just blow his damn nose already?

“Whatever,” he murmured sullenly and turned his attention back to the document, which was still resisting any sort of sense. Five minutes later he slapped his hair away from his face with another annoyed noise and Goody banged his hands on the desk and pushed his chair away, getting up.

Billy thought about saying sorry, but he really wasn’t feeling it, if it was so annoying Goody could go and study in the library.  He scowled at the screen, so intensely that the digital print seemed to flicker. 

“Hold still,” Goody said from behind him, one hand descending on Billy’s shoulder and the other gently stroking across his forehead.

“Wha..?” Billy said, looking up, into Goody’s face who was standing behind his chair, close enough that the back of his head was brushing against his stomach (against his firm, lean, warm stomach his treacherous mind supplied), Goody who was wrinkling his nose in concentration and gently, gently stroking his hands through Billy’s hair, pulling it away from his face. When he was little his mom used to stroke his hair when he went to bed but as far as he could remember nobody else had done that to him. Goody’s blunt nails was scratching his scalp a little as he was carefully carding through the hair. It was an odd sensation, sending tendrils of feeling all down Billy’s spine and somehow making him nearly cross-eyed, his eyelids strangely heavy.

“What, what are you doing?” he said, barely getting the words in just before a head splitting yawn. The shivers were so strong he had to roll his shoulder, and Goody scratched a bit more, nearly making him bend in half with the strange tickling pleasure sensation, not knowing if he wanted more of it or if he wanted it to stop immediately. Even his tongue felt like it was twitching with every gentle pass of Goody’s hand through his hair.

 “There you go,” Goody said with a small smile and released him and Billy’s hand flew to his head. His hair hand been pulled back and secured in a little stump on the top of his head.

“I solved your problem for you, had a padookie in my backpack so I thought I’d just put your hair back.” Goody said with a trace on apologetic smile. “Get them out of your eyes.”

“I look like a palm tree,” he said sourly and the immediate twitch of Goody’s mouth told him he wasn’t entirely wrong about that.

“I ain’t never seen anybody do that before” Goody said, a sly calculating look in his eye and Billy  glared at him.

“Do what?” he asked and Goodnight smiled widely and scratched Billy at the crown of his head making his whole body jack-knife together, eyes nearly rolling back into his head. It was as if his body had previously been calibrating, deciding how to process this new sensation and now booted it firmly into the pleasure camp. He could feel his jaw falling open and the most embarrassing little moan escaping his lips but it just felt too damn good to care. Without really knowing how it had happened he found himself half sprawled on top of the desk, limp like noodle and panting, forehead pillowed on his arms, nearly drooling and making noises he’d previously not even known he could make. Even before Billy had discovered his pathetic crush on Goody he had been worried that he’d one day break and just ask him to be touched all over and he knew that this was now, this was the moment, his hands already fisting into his t-shirt so he could peel it off and turn around it the chair and beg Goody to please, please,please, everywhere, everything now, please, when he remembered Sam. It cut like ice through the hazy-pleasure feeling, Sam, who cared enough to call most evenings, Goody silently laughing on the phone, talking in a quiet murmur to not disturb Billy, Sam who was friends with Billy now too, and asked him about martial arts and sent him links to songs he might like and pictures of his big goofy golden retriever. Billy couldn’t do this to Sam. He managed to get one hand over his head to bat Goody’s hand away.

“Hey, knock it off,” he managed, mouth still muffled against his arm, trying not to think about what it would be like if it was Goody’s skin his mouth brushed over, instead of his own.

“You sure, cher?” Goody answered him, sounding very smug, “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Yeah I’m sure,” Billy said, sitting up, rubbing his face and neck trying to erase the shivery trace of Goody’s hands, smoothing down his hair. Goody was still smiling, his hands restlessly plucking at the hem of his shirt.

“Would you,” he said, and stopped and shook his head, sitting down by his desk again, and Billy looked at his own screen and tried to remember what he had been trying to write before Goody has exposed a whole new erogenous zone for him, in addition to a brand new sexual orientation.  The room was quiet for a while before Goody cleared his throat.

“Would you like to go for coffee? With me?” he said in a rush, hands gripping the edge of his desk. His face was red and for some reason Billy couldn’t fathom, he looked nervous.

“Yeah, sure,” Billy said easily, whatever he had tried to write was gone anyway. “I could use a break. It’s a bit late for coffee  though, I might have tea.”  He pushed his chair away and stood, rummaging for sweater and when he looked over at Goody he was staring at Billy with his mouth half open.

“No, I meant..” he started and broke off, tongue coming out to wet his lips before he broke out in a reluctant smile. “Yeah, of course,yeah a break, sure. Never too late for coffee.”

When Billy finally got his shoes on and came out in the chilly evening Goody was standing outside their door, hands clapped over his forehead and swearing in a mix of French and English.

“Are you all right?” Billy asked bemused and Goody looked up startled and gave him a weak smile.

“Fantastic, terrific, yeah, everything’s great yeah,” he said, nodding frantically. His face was still pretty red.

Billy huffed a laugh and clapped him lightly on the shoulder before they set course towards the campus coffee shop, and after a couple of steps, Goody looked much more natural and started telling Billy about his latest lecture about the Odyssey and colour theory.

Christmas came and when Billy went home for the holidays he snatched one of Goody’s t-shirts off the floor, guiltily stowing it at the bottom of his bags and slept with it under his pillow

[hellolittleogre]

Billy x Goody College AU

OK, taking answers on a postcard here, but what should they be studying?

I have a notion that Billy should be studying something utilitarian and focused towards a profession? (but how to translate assassination to a modern profession?) and Goody something less so?

Goody could also be studying towards being a translator, if he is bilingual French-English, it would make sense, he could be doing a lot of literature and writing and mixing in one or two more languages with that?

[hellolittleogre]

Billy x Goody college AU pt.3

Billy texted his sister Jujin three days later in the middle of campus.

“I think I might be gay,” 

(I’m not sure how I feel about this, I might delete and rework later but I wrote it on the plane going home and I hate flying and it was the only thing keeping me from complete panic.

Billy texted his sister Jujin three days later in the middle of campus. “I think I might be gay,” 

Which was short and sweet, and to the point and he then watched in terrified anxiety the three little dots of her typing appear and disappear for what was probably the longest minute of his life.

“Is this about you room mate?”

Even by text his sister managed to make him blush like a tomato and feel so incredibly busted. He thought he had talked about Goody a normal amount. A normal heterosexual non-crush-having amount. But apparently not. He suppressed the knee jerk reaction of denying it. That would defeat the whole point. 

“Maybe?” He conceded, legs feeling like jelly. His phone was silent for a long while before it beeped.

“So you think you might have a crush on him?” 

“Yeah? But Idk ykno? I could just really like him? Sometimes with new friends its like that?”

Because sometimes it was, getting a new friend could be a headlong rush and feel like an infatuation, just the sheer joy of finding somebody else whose brain worked in the same way, or had similar interests and there was suddenly so much to talk about and the more you talked the more there was to talk about. And maybe, maybe that's what it is with Goody? Maybe all the butterflies in his stomach and his complete inability to breathe normally when Goody’s hands brushed his shoulder was just friendship feelings? A deep intellectual appreciation and joy of finding a new person to click with? It was possible. 

“Hm, see what u mean.” His sister texted back. “U think he's funny and want to talk to him all the time?”

“Yeah I do, but you and Liv are the same?” Liv his sister best friend and Jujin had at one point been joined at the hip.

“Not the same, Liv is clearly my wife,” the phone buzzed, and then a bride emoji.

“But I guess we’re not having sex.” she continued. “Although at this point we might as well...”

“dont want to know” 

“So I guess the difference is, do u totally want to rail him?”

Billy stared at the message for a second and the spat coffee all over himself. His sister picked up on the first ring, laughing like a hyena.

“You can not just say things like that! I do not want to” Billy lowered his voice and looked over his shoulder before he hissed “rail him” into the phone. “Nobody is doing that to anyone!”

“I was being direct, to the heart of the matter! I can't help that you're such a prude!”

“I'm not a prude, I'm your big brother and we are never talking about this again!”

“Haha! That means you do want to nail him!”

“It doesn't mean anything! It just means that I don't want to talk about this with you, you’re my baby sister!”

“You brought it up!”

“And I'm already regretting it, forget I said anything.” 

“You are hopeless. I’m hanging up now.”

Five minutes later when Billy had sunk down into a seat at the back of the lecture hall to calm his flaming face his phone buzzed again. “It doesn't matter if you think your gay, il always love you”, followed by three pink hearts in a row. If anybody asked why Billy was looking like he might cry in Introduction to Linguistics, he'd be hard pressed to answer.

At two in the morning Billy gave up any pretended of trying to sleep and turned on his lamp, looking over at Goody’s bed. He was a gorgeous, a long-limbed mess on the bed, one arm hanging off the side and his head tipped back, exposing the column of his throat.  Billy watched him and imagined tip toeing over there and carefully nudging his legs apart, nuzzling and breathing over the bulge in his boxers until it tented and Goody woke sleep creases on his face and his mouth slack with desire…

Billy sighed deeply and reached for his phone. 

“OK, so I do want to rail him” he wrote and three second  later it buzzed.

“Congrats to being gay, your club card is in the mail. Now let me fucking sleep”

[hellolittleogre]

Billy x Goody College AU masterpost

Part 1 here: Wherein Billy is touch starved and emotionally incompetent

Part2 here: Wherein Sam is an excellent wingman (he really isn’t)

Part 3 here: Billy texts his sister

Part 4 here: Billy and the whole new erogenous zone, a new amazing point of view.

Preview of part 5 here: Wherein Billy goes home for Christmas

[hellolittleogre]

I was tagged by @fontainebleau22 so here is the first bit of the second chapter of Idiots in Love. 

If Billy had a time machine he would have gone back in time and kicked himself in the head for saying he had a crush on Vasquez. Then, he would go back even further in time to kick himself in the head for not having a crush on Vasquez, because really, Vas was a dreamboat.

Which was besides the point. The point was that Billy had a crush on Goodnight, and Goodnight seemed to have lost his everloving mind since Billy told him about his crush.

(On Vasquez. Which he didn’t have.)

And now Goodnight was matchmaking with the same maniacal zeal of a violin player at a third rate Italian restaurant working late on Valentines day.

[hellolittleogre]

@poemsingreenink

Delicatessen is a french film by Jean Pierre Jeunet, the same guy who made Amelie and Aliens 4.

Its romantic comedy about a house in a dystopian future where the landlord lures in persons to be caretakers before butchering them and dividing them between the residents to eat.

It relies heavily on clowning

[hellolittleogre]

Billy x Goody college AU

This idea has not let me sleep for three days so I hope that if I wrote it down and posted it it would finally leave me alone.

College AU where they are roommates (omg they were roommates!) and Billy is totally touch starved, and Goody and Sam are basically JD and Turk from Scrubs.

Goody x Billy College AU

Billy had initially been worried about having a roommate in college, he’d not shared a room since he was six and shared with his sister and from what he could remember it had been intensely annoying. He was pretty reserved and needed his own space: and what if his roommate was loud or messy, and never did dishes, or cleaned or always had people over? It could be a year of hell and Billy was feeling apprehensive to say the least but Goody, or Goodnight which was actually his name, was, well, Goody was fine. 

A year or two older, his start in college held back for some reason, his side of the room comfortably lived-in but not dirty or messy. When he cooked he always asked if Billy wanted some and if he smoked in their room he smoked out through the open window, long pale arms resting on the window sill and his t-shirt riding up in the back when he leaned forward.

Goody was fine, really. 

Billy didn’t mind making two cups of coffee in the morning, when Goody rubbed his eyes and sleepily thanked him in rough French. Or saving him a seat for the lectures they had together so he didn’t have to sit next to anyone who’d ask annoying questions. Or watching films together in one of their beds, laptop between them

So yeah, Goody was fine, there was just one little thing that put Billy on edge. He was unnervingly tactile.

He’d rest a hand on the back of Billy’s chair during lectures, his warm knuckles accidentally brushing against Billy’s back. Sitting together in the library he’d companionably knock their knees together or pat Billy’s arm to get his attention, or anything really. Sometimes it felt as if Goody was always touching him, and it made of Billy’s thoughts scatter like a flock of birds in a myriad of directions. And he knew if he asked Goody to stop, he would, but that was the problem. He didn’t want Goody to stop. He wanted him to continue. He wanted him to never stop, to touch him everywhere. It had made him realize how little anyone touched him outside taekwondo or muay thai, and some days he felt cold and aching and the only thing that could soothe him was Goody’s hands. It made him afraid that someday he would just lose it and straight up beg Goody to touch him all over.

“Would you mind if I had a visitor?” Goody asked, turning his chair away from his laptop. “My friend Sam wants to come up and visit and stay for the weekend?” He was so excited he was practically vibrating in his chair, smile big and beaming on his face and Billy found himself nodding.

“Parfait,” Goody smiled at his assent, “You’ll really like Sam, he’s a great guy and he wants to see all sorts of museums, so we won’t be in your way at all.”

Billy still felt a twinge of worry, maybe Sam wouldn’t like him after all, anxiety creeping up his belly and he found himself drifting closer and closer to Goody’s side of the room, wanting to touch but really not sure how to justify it, wanting Goody to reassure him but he didn’t know how to ask. Luckily Goody reached an arm out for him.

“Get in here, Rocks. I want to send a picture to Sam so he knows what ugly mugs he’ll be rooming with.”

“What, no?” Billy said surprised but Goody got a hold of his shoulder and pulled him down and snapped the photo on the webcam, the picture in the end a blurry mash of Billy flailing and pulled into a headlock, his dark head butted close to Goody’s and Goody’s wide smile.

(Billy grumbled and tried his best to suppress the knowledge had been doing martial arts since he was 8, he could have gotten free of that hold if he’d really wanted to).

Sam was tall, with a big smile, broad shoulders and an easy animated manner that made Billy anxiously aware of his own inadequacies, his narrow, boyish frame, the fact he didn’t even need to shave yet and would never be able to charm a room. Sam and Goody made perfect friends, hugging each other warmly, so easy and natural in each other space. Billy had stiffened like a tree every time Goody came within a foot’s distance in the first month they had known each other. Of course Goody would want friends that were similar to him, friendly and bright and not quiet and impassive like Billy. Goody was only friendly with him because he was a nice guy and Billy was his roommate.  He had idly entertained the fantasy that Goody genuinely liked him and that they would have been friends even outside of college but meeting Sam quickly took that notion out of him.

Goody and Sam beamed at each other, and quoted poetry in loud voices and touched each other constantly. Billy clenched his jaw and tried to make himself as small as possible on his side of the room.

“We’re heading out to eat,” Goody told him, in between talking a mile a minute to Sam, “D’ you want to come? We’re just going down to the corner for pizza.”

 Billy hunched his shoulders and shook his head, he’d only be the awkward third wheel, besides Goody didn’t really want him to come, he was just asking to be polite.

Billy made a fair effort to get into his studies, writing an essay but the words kept swimming in front of his eyes until he gave up and rolled into bed and rolled himself into a burrito in his blanket.

He woke to the clatter of the door and Goody’s bedside light coming on.

“Hush now, don’t wake Billy,” he heard Goody mutter and then there was the soft noises and bumps of two people settling down for the night.

“Hey Goody,” Sam said, laughing low. “I can’t sleep on this, its flatter than your ass?” 

He was nudging the air mattress they had placed on the floor with his foot, Billy and Goody had borrowed it from a guy in their dorm and pumped it up before Sam came, Goody all the while talking excitedly about stuff Sam had done in high school. It looked depressingly flat and deflated.

“Merde, “ Goody swore, “It must have had a puncture. We’ll fix it tomorrow, c’mon get in, I’m tired.”Sam made a motion as if to get in at the foot end of the bed and Goody hissed in annoyance.

“Are we really going to sleep tip to tail, what are you ten? I’m not sleeping with your feet in my face.”

Sam got his pillow from the floor and settled in, there was a certain amount of scuffling and rustling  and Goody murmured contentedly “See, much better. Spooning like civilized people.”

“Why is it even called spooning anyway?” Sam muttered back, shifting.

“Forking sounds rude,” Goody said and they both laughed quietly, Goody pulling Sam’s arm around him before turning out the light.

Billy felt as if he had swallowed thumbtacks, everything inside him sharp and hurting. He hadn’t understood but they were, they must be…. His throat felt so tight he could barely swallow. He laid awake long listening to Sam and Goody’s breathe.

When he woke in the morning the first thing he saw were them, shoulder to shoulder reading in bed. Goody with his head pillowed on Sam’s arm and Sam holding his book with his other hand.

“Good morning,” Goody said cheerfully when he blinked awake at them. They looked entirely untroubled by their situation, no self conscious untangling or anything. Billy felt like his face was burning. Goody turned on his side to better face Billy, putting the book down and pillowing his head on his arms.

“There is an art museum Sam wants to check out and a bookshop in town too. Do you want to come with us? The museum might not be your style but they have really good coffee,” he added hopefully, as if he really wanted Billy along on what was essentially a date. A gay date. Billy swallowed, the thumb-tack feeling back in full force. They looked so comfortable over there, Goody’s blue t-shirt in striking contrast to Sam’s bright red, squished together in the narrow bed.

“No, I’ve got training. And, uh study...things,” he managed and Goody’s face fell a little.

“Oh, but you’re still coming to the party tonight though?” he said.

Their friend Emma and a couple of others had managed to arrange off campus living and rented a house together and had parties about once a month. Billy had started going when Goody had dragged him but he liked them. Emma was cool and her boyfriend Mathew wasn’t too bad either, if you got past that he seemed as bland as a beige wall at first. He had promised he’d be there but now he felt unsure, but he had no plausible reason to get out of it.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sure, of course” and Goody smiled, eyes crinkling in delight.

“Did you talk to him?” he heard Sam say in a quiet undertone as he left the room and Goody sighing heavily.

“Sam, what could I possibly say that wouldn’t be awkward?” And Billy struck a hasty retreat before he accidentally heard anything more.

He spent the rest of the day kicking a sandbag until he felt slightly better about it. 

So what if Goody had a hot, manly, charming, handsome boyfriend? Goody was hot, manly, handsome and charming, of course he wouldn’t be single, or lonely or wanting even a friend. Billy had just been foolish and built something up in his head that wasn’t true.It was fine, they were roommates and that was all.

He had to drag himself to the party, his stomach heavy as lead when he saw the lit up house and heard the music. He dragged himself through it to the kitchen, certain that Goody would be in the living room in the center of attention of things. With Sam, ugh. 

The first he’d heard when he opened the door was Sam’s hearty open laugh and he slunk away to get a beer as fast as he could.

“Billy!” 

Looking up he saw Goody come barreling towards him, face lit up with his smile. “You came!” he said, clinking his bottle against Billy’s plastic cup.

“Uh, yeah, I said I would, right?”

“But you’ve been so busy, and anyway I wanted to talk to you all day. There was an exhibition on at the museum that I really think you’d enjoy, we should go back and see it someday, uh?”

Billy nodded, a little stunned in the face of this overwhelming enthusiasm and when Goody swung an arm around his shoulder he could feel all resistance running out of him like water- so what if it was pathetic, just following Goody around like a puppy wanting its ears scratched- it had never stopped him before. He let Goody drag him to the sofa and wedge him tight to him, his warmth seeping into Billy’s side, making him feel warm and tingly. Billy was just peering down into his beer letting his thoughts drift and when Goody reached out and put his arm around him he more or less melted into him. He was idly entertaining the idea that what if he and Goody were the ones to end up in the same bed? 

Because say, some horrible disaster had befallen Billy’s bed and there had been no choice but to share with Goodnight?

  And Goody would shuffle around to accommodate him like he did with Sam, the sheets smelling faintly of cigarettes and fabric softener, until they were tightly spooned together, Goody’s fingers laced with his and resting on his sternum, listening to Goody’s soft lilting voice in his ears. That’d be, that’d be.. fucking great, his mind supplied fuzzily. Awesome even. He’d be so comfy. And he would shift in the bed, turning around so they were face to face, so close they’d have to tilt their heads to make space between their mouths, Goody’s hand sliding down to rest at his hip, the tip of the thumb just brushing up under Billy’s t-shirt. And Billy would say something, so incredibly funny and charming he’d make Goody laugh in that way that scrunched his whole face and then it would trail off in a soft smile.

“You’re my best friend, Billy Rocks,” Goody would say, his eyes warm and fond, and lean over to kiss him, soft and unhurried, his fingers tangling in Billy’s hair and their legs twining together and Goody would turn him on his back and roll on top, his tongue slowly exploring Billy’s mouth, licking deeply and…..

A loud laugh from Josh made Billy startle and look up, suddenly, brutally back in the living room sofa, Goody next to him with his face turned away talking to Sam, and Billy tried to swallow with his dry as the desert mouth.

Oh. Oh. He sneaked a sideways glance at Goody, his gaze getting stuck on his mouth, lips soft and bitten pink… Oh, he was so, so fucked

[hellolittleogre]

Billy x Goody College AU

The continued adventures of College AU Goody and Billy. This time with the full skinny on that infamous production of Hamlet.

And because Billy is utterly fucked anyway, and had never had that good self preservation skills, he ends up in the kitchen with Josh, Vasquez, a bottle of tequila and a whole host of bad decisions.

 He felt so shell shocked it took a while before he even noticed the alcohol and by then he was practically asleep in a bathtub with Vasquez next to him very earnestly telling him that his hair was pretty. And like? Billy knows his hair is pretty? He also thinks his hair is very pretty, and Vasquez is kind of pretty too, and the way that his t-shirt fits snug around his bicep is very enticing and his eyes are a sort of melting brown which are different from Goody’s eyes, which Billy is resolutely not thinking about, and suddenly Vas’s face is kind of close and coming closer and their noses are kind of brushing, Va’s breath brushing wet and alcohol-y over his cheek and then Sam opens the door to the bathroom. 

There is a long moment where he just stares at them, Vasquez sitting on the floor clutching a bottle and Billy lying in the tub, faces way too close, and then Vasquez breaks out in a brilliant grin. 

“Sam! Come in here, we're talking about Billy’s hair. ‘S very pretty. Yours also very pretty.” 

Billy thinks moodily that he doesn't find Sam’s hair very pretty at all. 

“Gentlemen,” Sam says, “any chance of using the facilities for their intended purpose?”

Billy and Vas go back to staring at each other because none of that made any sense and then Billy’s brain bursts into action. Its brilliant that way.

“Pee! He needs to pee!” he exclaims, delighted with having figured it out. “Only he can't because I'm in the tub!” He feels very proud of himself. 

“Goody!” Sam hollers down the corridor, “I've found your roommate, I think you’d better come fish him out.” 

And no no no, Sam can't be calling Goody, Billy does not want to see Goody at all right now, no thank you, but here he comes and Billy can only look at his socked feet too afraid that if he looks up everything he’s just realized will be visible on his face. 

They go back to the dorm with Billy escorted between Sam and Goody, feeling very much like a kid being taken home from a birthday party in disgrace. And isn’t that just perfect, not only does Goody have a tall, hot, manly boyfriend who fills out his shirts properly and has a deep voice and probably drives with his hands at 10 and 2 like a dad, but he also literally had to walk Billy home like he’s a child.

However it’s impossible to dislike Sam, he has a warm laugh and Billy can just tell, an even warmer heart, and since he, unlike Goody, is not completely useless there is coffee and painkillers for Billy the moment he wakes up, even if it wrenches his heart to see Sam peel out of Goody’s bed to get them (of course they still haven’t fixed the air mattress, instead sleeping squashed up like two incredibly handsome sardines. Billy is not jealous).

Sam is also an inexhaustible treasure trove for outrageous shit on Goody.

“Did you tell him about Hamlet?” he yells to Goodnight, who’s in their little kitchenette scrambling eggs, and in spite of the painkillers it makes Billy wince.

“Of course not!” Goody yells back. “And neither will you!”

Sam just smiles at Billy and rolls the chair closer.

“Let me tell you aaaaalllll about Hamlet,” he says, slinging an arm conspiratorially around Billy’s shoulder.

“Will you please not?” Goody says, sounding incredibly pained.

Turns out that Goodnight and Sam were together in a high school production Hamlet, and if Goodnight can be a pretentious twat now, with his French Nouvelle Vague films and spontaneous quotations of David Foster Wallace and Gertrude Stein, apparently his teenage self had been much, much worse.

“Goody here really, really wanted to be a serious actor.” Sam says. “He’d read all about the “Stanislavski system” was all the time getting into fights with Mrs Henson about “the art of experiencing” and the inner psycho-drama of Hamlet.”

“You’re only jealous because I got the role and you had to be second fiddle Horatio,” Goody yells from the kitchen, rattling the pans.

 “Only because you shamelessly, shamelessly I say, used your audition to roll all over the stage pretending to die until your shirt came undone and inflamed Lydia Krukowski with unholy lust.” Sam yells right back, Billy really wants to know more but he also wants them to talk at a more reasonable volume. “She was Ophelia,” Sam adds in an aside to Billy, who feels a twinge of sympathy. He knows all about being inflamed with unholy lust for Goodnight.

“At least I started with audition with my clothes on! You came to yours with your shirt undone to the navel, you hussy. And let me remind you, it was not my pants that Lydia Krukowski wanted to get into.”

“Whenever somebody goofed off he’d get so upset smoke would come out of his ears!” Sam continues, gesticulating. “So the props department, for unknown reason, made this huge fish prop and it became a running joke to throw it on stage during rehearsals to make the actors crack up, and he -” Sam waved his hand towards the door. “ - did not crack up. Not once! Sense of humor surgically removed! So the props guys, who made the fish, got really cheesed off, everyone else had laughed, so for the final performance they decided to get him back and wham! In the middle of the famous soliloquy they threw the fish on stage!”

Billy snorted and Sam waved an indignant arm. “Only Montgomery Cliff here didn’t as much as twitch, he caught the fish like it was a baby,” Sam made a cradle with his arms against his chest,. “And tossed it right back!” 

Sam broke out in a big laugh and Billy couldn’t help it, but laughed too.

“Nobody heard a word of the rest of it.” Goody says, having emerged from the kitchen while Sam was talking, leaning  against the door jamb with his arms crossed. “We had to halt the production for 20 minutes because the audience couldn’t stop laughing.” Billy can tell he’s trying very hard to sound displeased but there is a small smile was pulling the corner of his mouth.

“Nobody wrote a word in his yearbook, they all just drew fishes,” Sam chortles, wiping tears from his eyes and Goody smiles ruefully and fixes Billy with his blue- grey eyes.

“No, I’m not Prince Hamlet,” he says softly. “Nor was meant to be, am an attendant lord, one that will do, To swell a progress, start a scene or two,” his voice melting in Billy’s ears like dark honey, the sweet Louisiana drawl stretching the syllables and pulling in him helplessly. “Advise the prince, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use. Politic, cautious and meticulous, Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous. Almost, at times, the Fool.”

Goody’s voice dies away and Billy feels like he can’t breathe, unable to look away from Goody’s face, it feels like something huge and massive is caught in his chest because how can everybody not love Goody when Billy right now, in this moment, would give an arm and a leg for the privilege of pulling his worn cotton t-shirt off with his teeth?

And then Sam breaks the moment by slapping Goody hard on his bony hip.

“You incorrigible old ham!” he says and then turns to Billy with a positively wicked grin. 

“Do you want to see the pictures?”

He is sort of best friends with Sam after that, the short grainy footage of Goody clutching a huge papier maché trout like its his baby making Billy laugh so hard he falls out of his chair.

[hellolittleogre]

Fic Title Meme

I was tagged by @fontainebleau22  @northstarfan and @inkformyblood

Thank you guys!

Look at the most recent 20 fanwork titles on your AO3 account and answer the questions below.

My Virtues Uncounted                                                                                              Drunk Texts                                                                                                      Dead Man Banging                                                                                            Billy x Goody College AU                                                                                  Give me a thousand kisses                                                                               With a Smile and a Song                                                                                Send Nudes                                                                                                Dangers of Bedtime Reading                                                                         Cupid is No Longer an Archer                                                                              In Vino Veritas                                                                                                   Five Times Eddie and Richie Kissed                                                                The once and future king                                                                                  What Dreams May Come                                                                                Babel Fish                                                                                                    Promise you the stars and the moon too?                                                        Care

1. How many are you happy with?

Roughly about half of them, I’m happy with Send Nudes, Cupid is no longer an Archer, The once and future king. I’m also happy that my in-the-tags joke Dead Man Banging was promoted to a title. My virtues uncounted was a happy accident, I pulled it from a title generator and only later found out that it was from a song called Shrike, which is very fitting for Billy Rocks and has the first line “ I couldn't utter my love when it counted...” which, yeah.

2. How many are…not great?

Ouff, about the other half? Somebody told me that calling a fic Billy x Goody College AU was the Untitled Goose game approach to naming things. I either seem to go for very functional names or cheesy quotes. I’m unhappy with Drunk Texts but couldn’t think of anything that would thematically go with Send Nudes.

3. How many did you scramble for at the last minute?

Most of them, the title is usually the last thing.

4. How many did you know before you started writing/creating, or near the beginning? 

In Vino Veritas and Cupid is no longer an Archer. For CiNLaA I knew I wanted the Don Pedro quote from Much Ado About Nothing because of the connection of characters played by Denzel Washington getting into matchmaking

5. How many are quotes from songs or poems?

Most of them I think.

6. How many are other quotes?

Maybe Babel Fish can qualify as it is a concept from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy?

7. Which best reflects the plot of the story/content of the fanwork?

I mean, Five Times Eddie and Richie Kissed?

8. Which best reflects the theme of the story?

The once and future king, reflecting the theme of falling in love again with somebody who you thought you or hoped you’d gotten over.

9. Which best reflects the character voice of the story/pov of the fanwork?

Uhhh Send Nudes? Its stupid and horny?

10. Which is your favourite title?

Cupid is no longer an archer

I’m tagging @lazaefair @poemsingreenink  @villa-kulla @harvestingred and anybody else who feels the spirit move them

[hellolittleogre]

A Magnificent 2019

I just wanted to say that I wrote and published my first Magnificent 7 fic in 2019 and I’ve in that year written or contributed to 9 fics this year. Nine. NINE!

For me this is unheard of, I had never written more than one fic for any fandom I’ve been interested in and I was lucky if I could complete one per year. I have a sad graveyard of uncompleted fic that will never get anywhere. To be able to write and complete things have been like watching my own hands preform a magic trick I never knew I could do.

Last year I wrote 72025 words (and thats only the stuff I completed and put on AO3), my longest consecutive work is the Billy x Goody College AU which never felt long, or like a chore to write because everyone was so lovely about it. I have gone back and read every single tag on the reblogs and every single comment on AO3 on it and it has been amazing.

I’m so happy for the Mag7 fandom, for your encouragement, your flailing, your generosity and willingness to run with any AU idea.

I don’t think I’ll ever be this productive again so I just wanted to say thank you all for being with me during this time.

 I’ve always wanted to write and suddenly I’m writing so I just wanted you to know that every single little kudos on my fics have been a monumental milestone in my life and that you have shared this with me means more than I can say.