#god im so tired. im gonna shower and then maybe take a short nap. and then ill get back to doing fun things instead of Thinking

[phagodyke]

yeah okay I rly do need to try and convince my dr to get me tested for endometriosis or smth

[timothy-chamlet]

the afterparty - t.c. fanfic

pair: timmy x female reader

warnings: unprotected sex, general smut

word count: 2.6k (2640)

a//n: ok er ive never written for timmy before so im nervous snsvsj but if you read it tell me what u think !! <3

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people often thought the two of you were dating. paparazzi tended to make it look that way through press. despite all the candid photos of you and timothée plastered in magazine spreads and floating around on blogs, he would tell people you weren't together. interviewers would ask, and time again he would put an end to the rumor by saying you weren't dating, you were just friends. 

to be fair, you honestly couldn't even be mad at him. it was a good marketing tactic, at least. if all the girls knew he was single they'd still be invested in the persona of a young, attractive starlet that - despite his more than desirable qualities - is still single. genius. meanwhile you were being his best friend and his trophy for award shows. 

it was growing on you though. you enjoyed walking red carpet events and going to extravagant parties and meeting big names in the industry. it was really a win-win for both of you. 

another one of those win-win situations was tonight. the past three days had been crazy. hair appointments, nail appointments, dress fittings, photoshoots, brunches, and dinners. running each new day on an hour of sleep - maybe two if you were lucky. fueled by energy drinks and the promise of rest after the event. showing up to an awards ceremony on nothing more than a 20 minute nap and a double shot espresso. being timothée's showpiece was exhausting. but it was good for you. 

you had just finished your last consultation for dress fittings and were on your way to your styling appointment. the dress would arrive shortly after you so everything was ready to go. things were set for timothée to meet you there in an hour or so, after his own styling. 

currently you're getting your makeup done. a swarm of professionals all around you, handing products, giving directions, telling you how gorgeous you look, at least three hands on you at all times. after almost an hour all the disembodied hands move from your face to reveal the *almost* finished product. you still need your hair done, but your face was flawless. your skin was insanely smooth; not a pore in sight, your lids were a bronze shade, and your lips were a perfect nude. 

a hair stylist soon steps into view, also admiring your makeup before diving into your hair. it was simple. a slicked back ponytail is all, careful not to draw away from your face and your dress. 

the strong aroma of hairspray clouds you as you maneuver to step into your dress. stripped of your previous clothes, you step into your dress and a couple people help you pull it up. the woman attending to the supper in the back steps away for a moment, seeming to answer a question. 

"what's his name?" she asks into her ear piece. "uh yes. she's in here with me. send him in."  

she returns behind you and does up the zipper to your dress. to your surprise, you see timothée waltz in the room. dressed in a charcoal gray suit with a light lavender button up underneath. "y/n," he exhales, walking towards you. "you look breathtaking, ma chérie." 

"you don't look too bad yourself, timmy," you say, stepping down from your pedestal to be almost eye level with him.

"is she done here?" he asks everyone around without taking his eyes off you. 

one of the women there swoops in with a pair of shoes and says, "slip in to these and you're ready to go, darling." 

you step into your shoes and link arms with timothée. "carriage awaits," he says as the two of you get escorted to the limo. 

once inside you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding. "you okay?" he asks from beside you. 

"yeah, just.. tired." 

he chuckles and drops his head. "absolutely exhausted." you two had similarly scheduled days so he knows exactly how you feel. "don't worry, mon amour, i'll have you home in about 8 hours." 

"i thought the awards show was only 4-" 

"there's always the afterparty.." 

you audibly groan and drop your head as timothée places a reassuring hand on your knee. 

"we're here," he says with fake enthusiasm as the limo pulls up to the event. the past 45 minutes felt like hours as your head began to pound from the lack of sleep. yet, lucky you, 45 minutes in l.a. traffic was a miracle. 

the two of you step out into the scene. flashing lights from camera flickers, the general buzz of the crowd, people you knew trying to get your attention, people timothée knew trying to get his attention. being the kind person he is, he doesn't shy away from fans calling his name. he walks over to give high fives, say hi, sign things, and really interact with the people that are so invested in his career. you look at him with a fond smile on your face as he greets  people.  

"timothéeeee," you both hear and turn around to match the loud booming voice to a face. 

"armieee!!" he yells in response, hurrying over to hug his co-star. 

you stand idly by as the two hug and catch up. fiddling with your ponytail and the skirt of your dress. until that same voice catches your attention. 

"bring it in hot stuff!" 

"hey, armie! how've you been, handsome?" you two had only met a handful of times, but it's like your souls clicked instantly. he had kept in touch since the first time you met and you guys had been pretty close ever since. 

"oh i’m doing great. really. just excited for this evening. can't wait to see how many awards lil' tim brings in," armie ends with a light laugh before timothée chimes in. 

"oh god no-" 

a cheery voice interrupts the conversation. 

"helloooo," armie's wife says in a sing-song voice and joins his side. "nice to see you again, y/n. and congrats timmy on your nominations." 

you and timothée nod in response and utter small, nervous 'thank you's' before armie excuses the two of them, promising to catch up later. 

"well, well, well- this is it, timmy." you say from your seat next to him. the host reads the nominees for best breakthrough of the year, and timothée's name is mixed in with so many other talented actors. he nervously puts his hand over yours. "you are absolutely amazing. everyone knows that. you're gonna get it." he looks at you and you pass him a reassuring smile. 

"and the award for best breakthrough goes to… timothée chalamet!" 

his head shoots up in shock. cameras pan around him and his baffled expression appears on huge screens behind the stage. he slowly stands from his seat and makes his way to the stage. making a beautiful speech, thanking almost everyone he's ever known. giving gratitude to everyone he's ever worked with, his parents, and his best friends. he comes off the stage and returns to his seat beside you. a year runs down his cheek, and you move to wipe it away, but he grabs your hand away from his cheek only to press his lips to your knuckles. "thank you for always believing in me." 

"you're an amazing actor and an even better friend. 

the night was nearing an end. people were saying their goodbyes and their 'see-you-soon's and going their separate ways. you and timothée walk out of the event, arms linked, with his hands tightly gripping his award. the smile never leaves his face. "i can't fucking believe that, y/n."

"you did it, timmy! all you and your hard work. lemme pick a nice spot on your shelf for it yeah?" 

"i was thinking about sitting it on my dresser right above the drawer full of your shit you keep leaving at my house," he says with a barely visible smirk. 

"oh, well if it's such a problem," you begin "i guess I'll just have to come get my 'shit' then?" you finish sarcastically. 

"oh! how dare you?" he begins to shout, going on a tirade similar to that of hamlet; overly dramatic and mostly nonsensical. "leave them be! small, small remnants; reminders of thee." he trails off softly, dropping his head to your shoulder and bringing his other hand up to trail his fingertips down the side of your face. 

you can't help but chuckle at this. "bravo timothée! amazing performance." 

he straightens up before taking a bow and returning to his previous position on your shoulder. "do you wanna skip the afterparty?" 

"and do what, tim? i thought you were gonna catch up with armie?" 

"i dunno- go to my place?" 

you nod your head, and timothée let's the driver know to just go to his house. 

you get out of the car in front of his apartment, quickly thank the driver, and dash inside; excited to remove the day. "can i shower?" you ask quickly already making your way upstairs.

"oui, mon trèsor, make yourself at home. ill be up in a while." it was almost as if he had it scripted. a routine more or less. you'd ask to shower - despite him telling you almost each time you never had to ask - and go up stairs to do so; him trailing along about an hour later behind you. 

you finish your shower earlier than planned so you decide to lay on his bed until he comes up. you let your freshly washed body relish in the textures of the cotton t-shirt and shorts you're wearing and the damp-cool feel of the comforter on his bed. 

you're not left alone for long before he darts up the stairs and into his room, catching your attention. you watch as he walks around, dropping various articles of his clothing haphazardly on his floor. left in only his boxers. 

"timmy?" you ask in a drawn out voice. 

"hm?" he asks lowly in response; his eyes trained on you. you don't respond to his muffled question and instead watch as he comes to lean over the foot of the bed, by your legs. "i've been thinking," he continues, "a lot recently. about us.." 

"us?-" 

"about what the media thinks we are. what the people say. the blog posts, the tweets. i read it all… what do you think about it, y/n?" he ends with a light sigh, making drawing light swirls on your leg. 

"i dunno really. i've never thought much about it," you say sitting up. 

he moves up from his place in front of the bed, crawling up to sit to the right of your legs. knees drawn up to his chest, eyes meeting yours. he raises his hand so his fingertips ghost the curve of your cheek. "you never think about.. the possibility of us?" he pauses as his eyes drift from yours. hands falling to his lap as he scoots even closer to you. you sit stunned, not knowing how to answer as if it was some rhetoric instead of a simple question. filling the silence, he continues. "i think about how different things would be if we were together. what it would be like to hold you and kiss you and- can i kiss you?" 

his voice wavers as his eyes meet yours yet again. with quick movements, he moves to straddle your legs, both hands resting lightly on either side of your face. 

"can i kiss you?" he asks again, his face millimeters from yours. 

you shake your head yes as your eyes fluttering closed, your lips brushing against his as you move. 

he plants his lips firmly on yours. innocent at first, but the kiss quickly gets deeper. more desperate, his hands moving from the sides of your face to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back giving him access to your neck. his lips dance around the skin of your neck, being careful not to leave any marks. “is this okay?” he whispers, dragging his hands from your hair to the hem of your shirt. 

you nod your head vigorously and he pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it to the floor with his clothes. you lean back and give timothee free reign of your chest and stomach. he makes his way from your neck down and across your chest. your hands rush to knot in his hair as he takes a nipple in his mouth, carefully flicking his tongue across the hardening bud before doing the same to the other. 

"timmy.." you breathe out as he leaves your chest and explores lower. his eyes meet yours as his teeth come into contact with the flimsy waistband of your sleep shorts. "please," you whisper. 

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs; eyes going wide when he sees you have nothing underneath. 

"so pretty," he whispers almost to himself as he throws your shorts in his floor with the rest of your guys' clothes. he runs his finger along your slit, collecting some of your wetness, tasting it. laying back down with your legs over his shoulders, he hooks his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. he runs his tongue along your folds and you arch your back in response. he sucks on your clit making you squirm and tangle your fingers tighter in his hair, pushing against his face, eager for more. 

"tim-... timmy," you beg.

timothée kisses his way back up your body. "hm?" he hums softly beside your ear only for you to utter another weak 'please' in response. 

"please… please what, mon amour?" 

"baise moi.." you didn't know much french. you had picked up on a few of timothée's most used phrases, but this you hadn't learned from him, so it caught him off-guard. stuck in a moment of shock. hearing you say something so dirty in french felt so strangely intimate; you didn't have to ask him twice. 

he slips his boxers, finally accompanying you in nakedness, and slips into you, moaning at the feeling of you around him. 

"fuck.. timmy-" you groan as he picks up his pace. he coos sweet nothings into your ear while drilling into your core. 

his head drops to your chest and the soft, sweet praises slowly turn into obscenities. "merde," he groans, picking up his pace even more. holding himself at arms length above you, he throws his head back; lips parted in pure bliss. 

you lift one of your hands to trail down timothée's torso. you lazily drag your fingertips across his chest and down to his stomach. the pleasure building inside you, your hand finds its way to your clit. “timmy... fuck! ple- please don’t stop. fuuuuuck!” 

“défaire pour moi, y/n.” you didn’t think french could ever drive you to orgasm, but when it came from timothé anything was possible. you convulse around him as your wave of pleasure washes over you. timothée reaching his own peak soon after, pulling out and emptying on your stomach. he quickly finds something to clean you up with before plopping down on the bed beside you. many silent moments pass - nothing but heavy breaths leaving either of you - before he speaks up. “you know,” he begins in a soft whisper, “i felt bad- like i was using you. just to go to events with me. i know you don’t really like them but-” 

you cut him off and turn to face him. “i might hate going to those award shows, but they’re a little less bad with you around.” 

he breaks into a wide smile and pulls you closer, putting his head on your stomach. "mon amour, je t'ai toujours aimé." you reach down to play with his curls and begin to drift off on your way to sleep. 

[thatssonanii]

I got tired of his wife not having a name lol so she’s got one now! This will probably be the only smut in my Daddy Roman series. 😁😁

Birthday smut for Roman! (Up next … The “Talk” with the kids & the next chapter for my Tama fic)

Tags: @lavitabella87 @thiickreigns @x-fivefoot @romanempirefics @roman-reigns-princess @macfizzle *******

Everyday for the last week Roman had been working himself to exhaustion. He’d wake up at 4 a.m., get to the Performance Center by 6 and work his ten hour day and then immediately go from there to his parents’ house to help his dad with some renovations. Then he had spent two full nights painting the walls and ceilings of Haleigh’s room. Their darling twelve year old had begged to have her room painted after one of her best friends had her room painted. Kandice had begged him to do it as well. She felt like Haleigh deserved it with the good grades she was making. Not one to tell either of his girls no, Roman painted it while Haleigh and Kandice were out of town on a school trip.

After fully realizing what was being asked of him and how much work it would be, Roman had been tempted to say no. Her room was big and it would be only him doing all the work on top of his work at the Performance Center with the developmental wrestlers and he didn’t have Koda. The sixteen year old was gone to spend a couple of days with his cousins since they go to the same school. He just didn’t think he’d have the energy. But then he looked at his wife again, at her big brown eyes framed by her beautiful light chestnut curls and he started to crumble. Kandice pulled the top of her tank top down an inch or two revealing more of her breasts.

“I’ll make it up to you on your birthday when I get back,” Kandice had said with a wink and a smile. At the time that was all the encouragement Roman needed, his wife had a history of “making it up” to him in some pretty substantial ways.

Now that the week was just about over he wasn’t sure if it was a fair trade. He was exhausted; his muscles hurt all over. Roman spent most of Thursday resting and napping, trying to recover some sense of normal feeling before Kandice and him went out to dinner for his birthday. They had planned to celebrate with the kids on Saturday when he was off.

Roman woke up a little after four in the afternoon, stretching and glancing at the clock, worried that he had slept too long. He took a moment to see how he felt and had to admit he felt much better after resting all day. Being a relatively for older man probably allowed him to recover easier. His shoulder still felt all the work he had to do painting the ceiling, but overall he felt much better. 

It was then that he looked over to where Kandice was standing in front of her closet facing away from him and glancing through her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and had clearly just gotten out of the shower. Her smooth, brown skin glistened from the remaining dampness and her long curls hair were soaked and fell down her back perfectly.

Smiling without knowing it, Roman studied her body again, her legs, back and arms. He paused as he took in the profile of her firm breasts and continued down to her round ass. Roman felt his heart start to beat a little faster as he stared at her ass and thought about how nice it was to have her home from the trip.

Kandice turned around just as his gaze started to move down her legs and she walked over to him. “Hey there sleepy head. How do you feel?” She leaned over the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead, letting her large breasts graze his chest and face. That really got his heart moving.

“I’m feeling so much better,” they kissed. “Oh yea? I can tell part of you is feeling better for sure.” Kandice smirked as she reached under the thin sheet and put her hand around his hard dick. Closing her eyes and licking her lips she moved her hand up and down the shaft a few times and fondled the head. Smiling and opening her eyes again she said, “I tried to grab you last night when I got home but you weren’t having any part of it. You were out like a light.”

Roman sat up in bed and pulled her down to him, her ass now sitting on top of his dick. He put his right hand on her ass and leaned his head down to her shoulder. Her ass was by far one of his favorite features on Kandice’s body. Really it was his favorite feature on any woman’s body. Kandice was fit but maintained her thick shape she had gotten from her mama.

Roman looked up at her with a lazy smile. “So you wanted me to give it to you last night?” Kandice put his left hand on her right breast “Of course, I’ve missed you so much this week. I thought about getting that work the whole way home.”

Kandice could feel his dick pulsing beneath her butt. She stood up, gave him one more kiss on the lips and stroked his manhood one more time. “Hit the showers, big guy.”

“And what are you about to do,” he asked standing from the bed and stretching his long limbs. Kandice’s eyes watched his muscles jump under his skin trying to maintain composure until their kids were gone. “Mmm, your kids are still here. I’m gonna make sure they’ve got everything and then send them to Jey’s.”

“You’re gonna drive them all the way out there?” He asked dragging his naked body around the bed towards their bathroom.

“Nope. Koda’s taking one of your cars.”

“Why mines and not yours?”

Kandice rolled her eyes playfully at her husband. “Fine, he can take my car, Roman. I don’t see how it matters.”

“Him and his cousins are not going around cruisin’ in my Range or my Telsa. Not happenin’.” Roman spat slapping her ass as he passed her.

“But it’s okay for him to do it in my Jeep?” She yelled after him. He didn’t answer her, just laughed. Kandice knew how her husband felt about Koda driving his cars. Roman had already gotten Koda a Honda Civic providing he passed his classes. He felt like he worked too hard and Koda hadn’t worked hard enough yet to drive his cars. Kandice on the other hand didnt mind as long as Koda minded her rules.

Twenty minutes later, Roman stepped out of the shower feeling even better than he had when he woke up. Brushing his teeth and getting clean made him feel much more relaxed and human. He dried off and exited the bathroom, his hair still dripping and clung to him. Kandice noticed his dick was still swollen and long swinging between his legs; he’d been thinking about her while he was getting clean. The kids had basically just walked out the door so she was still getting dressed and wearing only a skirt and bra, she walked over and kissed him again placing her right hand gently on his dick. Now holding it in both hands she looked down. He always laughed a little on the inside when she did this; running her hands delicately over him, moving his dick around and staring at it like she was studying it. In a way she was, feeling how hard he was and thinking if he was harder than normal or maybe longer sometimes. Today she thought he felt particularly long and hard and she knelt down and got a closer look at his 9 inch dick.

"You been thinking about it?” he said in anticipation. Kandice put her lips just barely over the head and kissed it a few times, holding it inside her mouth, “Mmmm hmmm.” She bobbed her head up and down a few times, putting an inch or so below the head in her mouth and grabbing the rest with her hands. Taking it out of her mouth she smiled and looked up at him, lightly stroking it back and forth, “I’ve been wanting it so bad.”

Roman’s breath caught in his throat as his heart really started to pound, god damn it felt so good. “Your mouth feels so good baby. What have you wanted to do with it?” Roman grumbled watching her. She moved her tongue up and down his length and all around his big tip. “I want it inside me. I’ve wanted it everywhere. In my hands, my mouth, my pussy. I want to make you cum inside me. That’s what I’ve wanted, to make you cum in me and fill me up. Maybe give me another baby.”

Roman felt his knees tremble as she stroked his dick a little faster and the other hand grabbed his balls. He needed it so bad, they hadn’t had sex in almost a week which was far too long for him. Gently peeling her hands off him he led her over to the short sofa in their bedroom hoping that she would continue.

She wanted nothing more as she knelt in front of him again and put him back in her mouth, this time taking more of him. Going a few inches down she found the place she liked and started bobbing her head up and down. Besides being long, Roman was very thick. It didn’t prevent her from going as deep as she wanted to though and he didn’t mind. Going a few inches down and coming back up, letting his big swollen head pass gently over her lips before she descended again. Another of his favorite features, he loved the way it felt when her plump lips slid over the tip.

Roman’s breathing was becoming intense now and he grabbed portions of the sofa. Kandice took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. Roman liked the control he exerted as he placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pushed down, not controlling how far she went but controlling the timing. “Oh fuck, Kandi baby.” He groaned tugging lightly at her curls.

Kandice knew he was getting close by the way his dick was pulsing, his heavy breathing, the bucking of his hips and the frantic pace his hand was directing her mouth up and down his dick. Coming to a slow stop she took her mouth off him, kissed it a few times. “Are you gonna cum babe?” She asked licking the sides.

He nodded yes, letting a string of curses fall from his lip as he stared at her open mouth then past that to her bursting cleavage as she breathed in and out. “I want it in me, okay? I want you to cum inside me.”

Roman tried to slow his breathing. “Babe, im not gonna last much longer,” he whispered pushing his hair out of his face. Majority of the time, if Roman got inside Kandice’s pussy he wanted his wife to cum with him. It made it feel awesome and made him feel even closer to her.

“It’s ok baby, I knew what I was doing when I grabbed you coming out of the shower. I just want to feel you cum inside of me.”

Not needing any more encouragement Roman shook his head yes. Kandice stood up and removed her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and looked delicious to him. She leaned over and put one nipple in his mouth, reaching down with her other hand to stroke his dick more. Roman groaned in controllable pleasure as she pulled on his dick quicker and his tongue flicked over her nipple. She stood up again and removed her panties from beneath her skirt and began to sit down on him her back to his chest after lifting her skirt some.

Putting just an inch inside her wetness she rocked up and down on him slowly, letting herself get use to his size again. He was so excited right now that his dick was extra swollen and they really hadn’t done it in a while for them. Letting a little bit more in, each time she went down she heard Roman’s breathing race back up again. She reached back and grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts as she moved up and down slowly. Picking up the pace as she got use to his size and allowed more of his swollen dick inside her she swore he was bigger than normal. She could feel all 9 inches filling her up.

Roman groaned again as she joined him with her first audible cry as she felt his balls brush against her. She bounced up and down on him quickly, reaching back to put her hands in his hair. She screamed as he twisted her nipples a little and his dick pulsed, leaking a little cum into her.

“I want you to fuck me baby, fuck me until you cum,” Kandice purred tugging on his hair. “Don’t stop, just give it to me, I want you to cum inside me now. Give it to me, Ro.” Roman practically lost control of his senses then as he only had one thing on his mind. He stood up, pushing Kandice forward so she had to stand up and grab her ankles. Standing tall, Roman grabbed her ass, he pushed her legs apart a bit and began rocking back and forth, picking up the pace. Within seconds Roman was thrusting into Kandice like a jackhammer, not thinking just doing. He didn’t try to control his groans, and neither did Kandice as they did when their kids were home.

Kandice reached one hand between her legs to caress his balls as his dick drove into her over and over, his hips slamming into her. Occasionally he spanked her ass and grabbed it as his dick drove into her. She shouted, “C'mon, Daddy. I know you’re close. I’m right there with you!”

Roman could barely understand her, he was lost on his own train, but Kandice grabbing his balls drove the message home. “Fuck, babygirl. Here it comes,” he groaned gripping her hips tighter. “Me too, Daddy.”

“You want it inside you,” he growled still pumping furiously infuse of her. She screamed yes repeatedly unable to say anything else. On cue, Roman came inside of her still thrusting slowly in and out of her, fucking her through it. Three, four, five ropes of thick cum coated her walls as he drove into her. By the time she felt the fifth hot shot of cum dive into her and thought about how good it felt, she too came and screaming his name, begging him to keep going and clenching his balls a tiny bit tighter. He squeezed her ass hard as he continued to slide his dick in and out of his wife. Just before he stopped one more small shot of cum pushed into Kandice, finishing her off too. As he pulled out, he watched some of his cum leak from her. He had filled her up as promised and was sure he made good on giving her another baby.

They collapsed on the couch and Roman thought about how amazing her making it up to him had been. Sighing, Kandice leaned against Roman, who wore a proud smile.

Kandice grabbed his hand to play with his wedding band, “I guess we better continue getting ready for dinner.”

“I think we can pass on dinner.” He’d dropped his voice as he spoke in her ear. “You’ve got some more making up to do."

[birlcholtz]

Ch. 8: come home (to you, to us)

ao3 | ch. 1 | part of the zimbits airport au

About half an hour later, Bitty hears the garage door open and close, and then Coach and Suzanne’s muffled voices. Nobody comes upstairs to find him, so he disregards it and goes back to rambling in the old group chat that Shitty had insisted on keeping around— even once he, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster had graduated and Bitty was the only group chat member still at Samwell, Shitty claimed it was ‘his duty’ to give them updates on what was going on.

Bitty: i mean what am i even supposed to do now that i don’t have hockey as motivation to exercise

Bitty: running is gross

Bitty: punching bags are just.... ew, not good

Bitty: weights are meh

Bitty: i can’t just do squats???

Ransom: well jack’s solution to that problem was to join a pro hockey team

Bitty: i’m not getting paid to exercise

Holster: u should like

Holster: join an amateur league

Holster: or smth

Lardo: dude just accept that you can’t afford a car and public transportation is expensive and you’re gonna have to walk everywhere

Lardo: gettin those 10000 steps a day

Lardo: millennial exercise

Shitty: stop being depressing in the group chat LARDO

Shitty: (but she’s right)

Bitty: ew reality

Ransom: can u get a gym membership?

Bitty: not until i have money

Holster: burn calories by running away from your problems

Holster: zoom

Shitty: hOLSTER

Holster: shits ur literally still in school u don’t have to deal with this yet

Shitty: truE BUT STILL

Holster: u small bean

Shitty: ...bitch???

After that, the group chat moves at lightspeed, and Bitty’s content just to sit back and watch it happen. He counts no less than eight invocations of Holster’s age and size advantage and three of Shitty’s mustache. It’s only when there are soft footsteps in the hallway and a knock on Bitty’s door that he realizes how long he’s been sitting there watching his fellow alums (oh God) descend into a near brawl.

“Hey, Dicky,” his mother says when he gets up and opens the door. “Dinner’s ready, if you want it now. If not, we’ll save some for you and you can heat it up when you’re hungry. Your father told me you’re having a rough day.”

Bitty sighs. “It’s been a trying one,” he offers, and Suzanne nods in acknowledgement. He takes the now-empty plate of pralines, since there’s no point in leaving it in his room, and they walk downstairs in silence.

Dinner is interesting in that it’s so different from usual. Suzanne is willing to avoid making Bitty talk, but for once it’s Coach who carries the conversation. He carefully steers it away from Bitty at every opportunity, which is nice of him, but Bitty is completely verbal, he’s just... well, he’s tired. The tears left him feeling dried-up, almost, and Bitty doesn’t have enough energy to be emotional. He probably should’ve taken a nap before dinner, but it’s too late now. He can just go to bed early and hope that sleep serves as a reset of some sort— maybe he won’t wake up feeling so drained.

“Oh, and I’m hoping you can tell me what happened to all of those pralines that we made,” Suzanne says to Coach with a faint smile as she takes the third-to-last piece of garlic bread. “Funnily enough, a lot of them seemed to have vanished by the time I got home.”

“That was mostly me,” Bitty speaks up. His parents glance over at him in surprise, probably because he hasn’t been saying anything. “But Coach started it.”

When Suzanne looks over at Coach to confirm or deny that, he just shrugs.

“Well, alright then,” she says, and moves on while Bitty is still wondering if he should take the opportunity in front of him. She’s asking Coach about the plans for new locker rooms at the high school before he can say anything else.

Bitty finishes his food in silence, and then sits and stares at the table, not wanting to go to bed with the prospect of telling his mother still hanging over his head, but not wanting to say the words either. There’s no lead-in this time, no convenient discussion of roommates that he can use to bring it up. So how?

Coach must have assumed that Bitty’s not going to tell Suzanne tonight, because he’s still determinedly talking at length about how the team will have more locker space to store their gear. He’s only just started extolling the virtues of the new lighting when Bitty folds up his napkin and sets it neatly on the placemat. When he stands up, both of his parents look at him in surprise, and the force that he pushed his chair back with probably was surprising.

Bitty picks up his plate and cup to take to the dishwasher before saying, “Mom, I’m gay.”

The words come out calmer than he’d expected.

Suzanne blinks.

“I’m gay,” he repeats. “And I’m dating Jack Zimmermann.”

Then he puts his cup and plate in the sink and goes up to his room and shuts the door and sits on his bed and squeezes Señor Bun’s paw with one hand while he unlocks his phone with the other and composes three texts and sends them off.

The first one is to last year’s starting line. Chowder, Nursey, Dex, Whiskey, and Tango. Bitty reserves more personal things for this group chat instead of the team-wide one— not just because he was the captain, but also because there are only so many people he actually wants to vent about his life to. Hey y’all, just came out to my mom, send good vibes my way pls.

The second is to the same alumni groupchat that only just finished calming the fuck down. sooo now my mom knows im gay and that i have a boyfriend, am currently waiting in my room hoping that when i come back down things will be ok. left b4 she cld react.

The third is to Jack. told my mom, went to my room without waiting to see how she reacted. gonna go back down and see what the fallout is in like half an hour. i have a bag packed just in case, i’ll let you know if i’m coming over.

Jack responds immediately, as do other people who’d gotten one of his first two texts, but Bitty answers Jack’s first.

Jack: I have a rental car if you need a ride. Just let me know.

Bitty: i don’t think i will, but i’ll call and give u an update once i know more

Bitty: rn i’m just killing time

Jack: I’ll call you in an hour to check in if I don’t hear from you before then.

Bitty: talk to u in a lil bit

The two group chats that he’s texted have blown up over the course of his short conversation with Jack, mostly expressions of hope from the frogs and tadpoles and calm texts from the other alums meant to reassure. Bitty sends the frogs and tadpoles a quick thank you before turning to the other group chat.

Bitty: i have a contingency plan if things go horribly bad

Bitty: but my dad is ok w it

Bitty: so im giving him and my mom time to talk before i go back down there

Lardo: i think that’s a good idea

Holster: Pls. keep us updated about what’s happening.

Holster: Ransom is in the shower but he says if you need help w. anything hit us up.

Holster: (I concur)

Lardo: same, i already said u can crash on our couch, it’s ok if u want to stay here for a while

Lardo: but if ur dad is fine w it then i’m sure ur mom will be too

Shitty: ^^^^^

Shitty: dw

Shitty: #smhgotyourback

Holster: shitty i have been a college graduate for over a year and i’m crying over a gd hashtag.

Holster: why

Shitty: u know it’s true brah

Bitty’s stomach hurts when he walks downstairs, nauseous anticipation. He feels tense. His shoulders are hunched practically up to his ears.

He drops his bag in the front hallway before turning and walking into the kitchen. Suzanne and Coach are there, still sitting at the table. There are three glasses of sweet tea. Without that clue, Bitty wouldn’t have thought that they’d gotten up at all.

“Please sit down, Dicky,” Suzanne says when she sees him standing in the doorway.

Bitty sits, and for a little while, that’s what they do. Sit in silence. Until she sighs and says, “I will admit that whenever I pictured my future family, I always thought that my child would be straight.” She looks tired. “Although I can’t say I’m exactly surprised, either.”

Coach takes a sip of his tea.

“I’m not going to pretend to understand, because I don’t,” Suzanne says. “But I love you. You’re still my son, Eric Richard Bittle Junior. You still bake and you still skate and you’re still going to Boston to find a job in a week. None of that has changed.”

“No, it hasn’t,” Bitty agrees quietly.

“And I don’t want you going halfway across the country thinking I don’t love you, or you’re disowned, because neither of those things are true. I won’t lie to you and say it’s a great idea to tell the rest of the family— I’m sure you’ve already thought about that— but when it comes down to it, family you see twice a year aren’t as important as family you’re with every day, and I’m sure you know that too.” She drinks some of her tea. “I just hope that home doesn’t become such a painful place for you that you can never come back. Even if it’s just for a visit.”

“I haven’t left yet, Mama.”

Suzanne sniffs. Coach silently gets up and brings back a box of tissues, setting it on the table equidistant from his wife and his son. “That is true, isn’t it. I’m not letting you leave without trying that pot roast.”

Bitty smiles a little. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

Bitty: it went ok

Chowder: that’s great!!!! congratulations!!!!!!!

Nursey: good to know

Tango: are u still coming up to mass. for the summer or are u staying there??

Bitty: still coming to boston!

Dex: see you soon then!

Whiskey: :) :) :)

Bitty: she’s not thrilled but she’s ok w it

Lardo: fuckin called it

Holster: excuse u u did not call anything

Lardo: umm yes i did???

Ransom: that’s good to hear bitty, we’re v happy for u except holster is busy being irritated at lardo? apparently?

Shitty: congrats brah, that’s a big thing you just did

Shitty: totally celebrating when u get here

Bitty: so overall everything went fine, my mom is not exactly ecstatic but she’s happy i told her

Bitty: oh and my parents want to meet u since i mentioned u were staying in madison for a little while?

Bitty: ur officially invited to the bittle residence on tuesday for pot roast

Jack: I’ll be there. How do you feel?

Bitty: lighter i guess?

Bitty: it hasn’t sunk in that i’m rlly out to both of my parents and it went ok

Jack: It’ll sink in eventually.

Bitty: yup

Jack: And you also never have to come out to your parents again.

Bitty: that’s a definite plus

Jack: Go to sleep early okay? You sound exhausted.

Bitty: i am

Bitty: yeah i’m gonna do that now. gn, ttyl, love you <3

Jack: I love you too. <3 <3 <3 <3

Jack: Talk to you tomorrow.

Bitty: :)

Jack: :-)