#is it gay to get irritated at the thought of your boy bestie being with other people

[i-eat-boyz]

Oliver and Felix fuck when they're drunk.

The next morning Felix is like, "I'm not gay mate. Not that there's anything wrong with it just not me."

Oliver scheming little freak who just so happened to have a really emotional "coming out" a week prior in Felix's dorm room after "slipping up" about how hot Farleigh is while high. Laughs him off while putting his clothes on and says, "I could tell your straight. It happens sometimes. Don't worry about it. It won't happen ever again." Leaves Felix spiraling in a crisis in his dorm room.

What does Oliver mean 'he could tell'. Was he bad he couldn't be he'd shagged plenty of girls and never had a complaint. Not that they did much talking after but, they always came back for seconds... most of the time. How could Felix not worry about it he'd slept with his Bi best friend. What if poor Ollie started catching feelings what would he do? He doesn't know how to let down a guy he barely ever rejected a girl unless she was a total minger. Even then if no one was around he went for it.

The more Felix sat there stewing in his own thoughts scratching at the crusty feeling around his waist he halted on one thought. Oliver said, "... it happens sometimes.". Does that mean Oliver's fucked other dudes presumably straight dudes when they got to drunk or did he mean friends as in best friends fucking about sometimes. Felix had his fair share (maybe more than fair) of friends with benefits. So he doesn't know why that idea of his shy, quiet, and awkward Oliver having people he was comfortable enough to be friends and fuck grated him a bit.

He's Oliver's closest friend he knows that. That's why he said it won't happen again. Felix is straight and they wouldn't want to mess up their relationship. They're already as close as two people could be without being in a relationship. That's why he said it not because Felix wasn't good enough.

[bengiyo]

Dangerous Romance Ep 4 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we mostly skipped dealing with the internal fallout of Sailom experiencing extreme violence from his creditors, or seeing how he and his brother are coping, to jump to the Kanghan tutoring arc. We’ve confirmed that Kanghan has massive issues because his dad has undermined his confidence constantly by never expecting anything from him. The boys practiced their English at a tourist spot, and got chased down (for gross sex reasons) by some foreigners who were after Sailom. Kanghan thought it would be brilliant if the hid in an alley and kissed. Also, Kanghan’s friends don’t seem to know him or his interests that well. However, Sailom is going to Courage Wolf this man into believing in himself.

Look at this man lying about studying. Get his ass, grandma.

My poor boy, Chimon. Y’all know he sweats profusely. Why would y’all do him like that with that close up pan?

The grandma is at least setting reasonable expectations of Kanghan.

Interesting. That was apparently NOT the first time Sailom has been beaten up over debts. That is NOT how that scene felt at all.

I’m not sure I’m keen on a tutoring/friendship montage, but it helps that Perth and Chimon are good.

How are the candles helping them study if they’re spread across the room? Did they ask Sam’s staff to set this up?

Why are they being so heavy-handed with this windmill analogy? This feels so early!

Kanghan is such a dork. Why is his hair not inside of his helmet?

Fellas, is it gay to think about the bonding moment you had with your rival/tutor/crush in the pool when you can’t sleep the night before exams?

Chimon is good. His face dropped briefly in disappointment when he heard that Kanghan failed, and then he masked it immediately to encourage him because only failing one subject is an improvement.

Alright, but did we clear things up with the parents group chat so Sailom can go back to tutoring other people at least? I didn’t forget that Kanghan called him a sex offender.

Oh lord, not him having a secret crush on Kanghan because of the umbrella stuff.

Papang is back! We didn’t talk about much.

Here he goes again eating this dry ass steak alone. He paid $30 for this?

I don’t get all this mooning at each other. They could just talk? Do they need to act like they hate each other after all this cutesy time together?

I’m gonna need GMMTV to stop using Perth shows to swindle people into investing in crypto.

“I’m okay,” then almost busts his ass on the bathroom floor. You can’t fall in love if you ain’t clumsy amirite??

Ah, the poverty-to-sex-work pipeline begins.

Pepper is pretty, but I really hate the color of this jacket.

Now, why is Saifah spending this kind of money on dinner when they have bills piling up?

This is the first time I think a Thai show has used their penchant for potty jokes well by having Sailom eat with a man experiencing incontinence.

Well, at least this man only wanted to have dinner with him this time.

I appreciate Pimfah being tactful about trying to offer help to Sailom.

I don’t mind them wanting to use their wealth to assist Sailom, nor do I mind the grandmother putting conditions on that help. Still, I’m not feeling kind of off about the whole experience here because it feels like we dropped the antagonistic part of this rather quickly.

They’re really committed to the windmill analogy. There’s even one on the umbrella. It’s part of the design, so I’ll let it ride.

Yes, dry his hair. A BL boy will die if his hair stays wet too long.

Fellas, is it gay to make your rival/tutor/crush hold your drinks, feed you, and massage your shoulders as a break from studying?

Besties, I gotta be honest, I’m a little frustrated with this show. I’m having a hard time staying locked in on much of the drama because it seems to get resolved or forgotten at will. Perth and Chimon are good, but this is a bit difficult for me to connect to, and I find that the irritation is leading to a bit of boredom with it on Fridays.

[inyourfantasyfanfics]

You asked for some la squadra headcanons ehhhhhhh? Well bestie u have come to the right gal! Could I please get la squadra with a teammate that accidentally comes out to them like "I LIKE GIRLS YOU FOOL" if. Like. To see ur take on that x

La Squadra x Lesbian Reader 

I'm doing a lesbian reader because it's easier and so I've been trying to figure out how to format this so bear with me, it will start with a imagine and end in HCs also this includes Sorbet and Gelato!

you are an assassin that just so happens to be a girl in a group of male assassins it'd be cool if some of them knew how to chill out. Sometimes you really thought they've never actually seen a girl before you. Melone and Formaggio were always around you attempting to flirt in their own awkward and borderline dangerous ways. looking at Melone for that last part. Today was no different if anything a little worse.

everyone was watching a movie together or playing cards like usual it was a nice evening if it weren't for the before mentioned boys weren't being a little too personal, “So y/n I've concluded from my intensive research Into your health that you would be perfect for me so why not just go out with me?” Melone revealed.

“Woah Woah, I've kinda already called dibs so...” Formaggio said quickly in reply “well, actually-” you tried for the millionth time to tell them that you weren't interested in guys. “Di molto! see she disagrees with you! that means something to me.” The skinny man cut you off before you could finish. they kept going back and forth with you in between them on the couch. you could feel the irritation radiating off of Pros and Ghia. at this point, you were at your wits end with them

“I LIKE GIRLS YOU FOOLS” you blurted out loudly and quickly, and for once it was very quiet at  the La Squadra HQ

HCs Start here!

Risotto

Unfazed king

probably already knew from former conversations with you or general observations.

quietly supportive won't get up and hug you but gives a really awkward thumbs up if you look his way

Prosciutto 

smirks at the outburst

another quietly supportive one 

Ghia and Pesci hand him some money 

they had a bet...on your sexuality

Pesci

is now 20 bucks short because he thought you were straight

very supportive tho!

he’s probably questioning himself but he's too afraid to ask Sorbet and  Gelato so he may go to you for some guidance

Formaggio 

dumbstruck

“not again” 

probably has a habit of unknowingly flirting with lesbians

still supportive and backs off respectfully

will still ask for cuddles... but platonically... maybe

Ghiaccio

“FUCK”

is only mad because he lost 20 bucks 

honestly probably doesn't care that much about who you're attracted to

happy that he can make fun of Melone for something

Melone

“Are you sure?” “yes” “are you tho?”

is a little heartbroken about it on the inside

supportive nonetheless 

I see him as a flaming bisexual so he gets it

Illuso

Laughing his ass off about the situation

also had a feeling you weren't straight that's why he didn't participate in the secret bet

will make fun of the guys for the situation well after it's forgotten

Sorbet and Gelato

These guys are snickering amongst themselves

of course their supportive they are in a very gay relationship

will probably add you to their shit-talking sessions so congrats on somehow getting on good terms with them

I see them as very intimidating so :)

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics with everyone’s favorite trope - sharing a bed! We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Just Like Live Wires | Explicit | 5427 words

Harry climbs into Louis' bed when he's cold. Louis pines.

2) Been Gone Way Too Long | Explicit | 8836 words

“This can’t be happening,” Louis says, banging his hand against the window. “This seriously can’t be happening right now.”

Things like this only happen in the movies. Things like this don’t happen in real life. There’s no way that he’s seriously been snowed in. There’s no way that the heating is broken. There’s no way that it’s going to take upwards of twenty-four hours and probably a lot longer for the storm to break and someone to come and rescue them.

“Just sit down, Louis,” Harry sighs from somewhere behind him. He sounds miserable, like he’s already feeling the cold.

Louis whirls around and points a finger at him. “Did you plan this?” he demands a little hysterically. He regrets the question as soon as it’s out of his mouth, but he thinks he’s got a valid point. It’s not like this storm just came out of nowhere - it has to have been on the news for a couple of days, at least. Plenty of time for Harry to have canceled this excursion.

3) I'm Trying Not To Make A Sound | Explicit | 10452 words

Louis thinks he could die right there. He can’t feel anything but the tingling sensation all over his skin. He’s throwing away all his past thoughts on trying to be straight and denying his reactions towards other men, he just wants more of this numbing feeling. Everything else is a long lost memory, can’t think of anything else besides, wow, this feels incredible.

4) Enjoy The Ride | Not Rated | 11103 words

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

5) Cuffed | Not Rated | 15254 words

What would you do if you were handcuffed to your enemy for 48 hours?

6) Up For It | Explicit | 18223 words

The one where Liam is Mr Organised, Zayn is too perceptive for his own good, Niall is a compulsive matchmaker, and Harry and Louis might just have the surprise to shock them all.

7) Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) | Not Rated | 18417 words | Sequel

Note: This fic has no smut, but it has omega Louis. The sequel has smut.

The one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?

8) The Aurora Zone | Explicit | 19633 words

The one where Harry is busy crossing off his bucket list while Louis is busy falling for the guy he's supposed to hate.

9) I Wanna Be More Than Friends | Not Rated | 20721 words

The one where Harry’s an alpha with no sense of smell, Louis’ an omega who isn’t allowed to scent his best friend, and that’s all they’ll ever be. Obviously.

10) Etched In Salt (Is A Cathedral Of The World) | Explicit | 24417 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions. It is also locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

11) Like A Siren In The Night | Explicit | 25868 words

“There is an infestation in my home,” Louis hisses, righting himself quickly and pushing his way past Harry, heading directly for the kitchen. He’s rather haphazardly dressed himself, a coat thrown on over a loose flannel shirt and black pants, slippers on his feet.

Harry resists the urge to sigh, closing the door and trailing behind him slowly. “What kind of infestation?”

For all he knows, Louis is going to claim that there’s a ghost infestation. Harry has no idea what the end game is here – all he knows is that Louis has found at least three complaints a week to bring up since he’s been living on Harry’s property, and he’s been living here for six months.

It’s way too many fucking complaints, is what Harry is saying. Especially when most of them are ridiculous to start with.

12) Always Come Back To You | Explicit | 28682 words

“I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?”

Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones.

Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one.

Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.

Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.

“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”

13) We’re Not Who We Used To Be | Explicit | 30611 words

“Harry…” Louis’ voice catches in his throat, thick with tears threatening to fall out, so he coughs to clear it before trying again. “Harry is Liam’s best man?” “You didn’t know?” Harry is standing at the entrance of the garage, mouth slightly open and face pulled together. He sets his bag on the ground and puts his hands on his hips. When he does that, he looks just like the Harry that Louis remembers (and loves, he thinks with an aching heart). “I’m sure I mentioned it,” Liam says, but Louis can tell he’s lying by the way he chews on his lower lip and twists his fingers together. “You’re all a bunch of dick heads, I’m getting in the car.” Louis isn’t sure if he’s being unreasonable. He has no idea what the protocol is when your ex-boyfriend shows up after three years and nobody bothered to give you a heads up. He’s pretty sure he’s allowed to be upset about it, even if it’s only for a bit.

14) Blind From This Sweet, Sweet Craving | Explicit | 31170 words

"So, I guess we'll go?" Louis asks later, when Harry has calmed down and eaten his weight in Chinese food. He plays with this chopsticks, spearing another piece of chicken and pops it in his mouth. "I mean, I wouldn't mind. We could make it an adventure."

Harry observes him, watches him seated across from him on their old living room carpet, with a container of food on his lap. He's fidgeting, avoiding meeting Harry's gaze–he probably knows that Harry's mad at him for ruining the one chance they had to get out of this situation. And he's not wrong, Harry is definitely very mad. Harry wants to strangle him and castrate him and smack him upside the head.

But he's also Harry's best friend, and despite everything, despite all the fuck-ups and the plot twists and everything just not playing out the way it should, he'd still rather be stuck in this situation with Louis than any of the other boys. He's got Harry's back, and in a weird, abstract way, he knows they'll be able to get out of this situation, together.

Harry sighs. "We're going," he says resignedly, his shoulders slumping.

Oh well. There are definitely worse ways to spend the weekend than pretending to be engaged to his best friend.

15) Welcome Back From The Friend Zone | Mature | 32584 words

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

16) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

17) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34589 words

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

18) Playing To Win | Explicit | 36732 words

Big Brother UK alumni Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are selected for the UK vs Australia All Stars series with a massive one million dollar prize in the offing. They’re both fit and smart and would make a great alliance... if only they can stop their feelings from getting in the way.

19) If I Stay | Mature | 37226 words

Harry and Louis agree to a temporary arrangement that Harry can't seem to walk away from no matter how many times he tries.

20) The Space Between | Explicit | 39917 words

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

21) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

22) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 45152 words

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

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

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

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

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

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

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

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

A professional…what. “What?”

23) No Going Back | Explicit | 56102 words

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right?

This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

24) Waiting For The Tides To Meet | Explicit | 59873 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

25) Swallow The Knife | Explicit | 76158 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

26) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

27) Perfect Storm | Explicit | 80230 words

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

28) Nothing Worsens, Nothing Grows | Mature | 102528 words

Another roadtrip AU featuring Harry as the misunderstood hipster, Louis as the bitter psych major, Liam as the one with the secret boyfriend, and Niall as the one who just wants everyone to be happy.

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[thedeliverygod]

I like doing these things every once a while so here we gooo

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?: kfjsl. with my dad yes. with my mom it’s iffy.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? my besties.

03: Do you regret anything? plenty but obvs can’t change the past.

04: Are you insecure? oh yeah.

05: What is your relationship status? single

06: How do you want to die? preferably not at all lmao but I guess peacefully in my sleep??

07: What did you last eat? tiny little pieces of a strawberry & creme cheese muffin but it’s too much for me.

08: Played any sports? no but I love hockey, I wish I would have had the thought to get into it at a younger age and play on a team.

09: Do you bite your nails? no.

10: When was your last physical fight? I’ve never had one cuz I know my ass would get beat.

11: Do you like someone? not really.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? I think the most I’ve made it is like 30 lol. I need sleep.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? no.

14: Do you miss someone? I miss seeing my friends yeah its been a while.

15: Have any pets? my cat Salem.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? pretty tired

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? uhhhhh I was gonna say no but we did try to have shower sex one time so I guess so 

18: Are you scared of spiders? vaguely I guess. I just don’t like touching gross things but I mean I will kill it if needed lol

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? it’s tempting but idk if I would want to risk what things I do have.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? uhhhhh considering the last person I kissed was my ex-boyfriend and we’ve been broken up for almost 4 years now I don’t know. I would assume his bedroom maybe?

21: What are your plans for this weekend? go on a walk outside cuz it’s gonna be niceee (80 degrees). other than that idk

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? no biologically and if I do end up adopting it’ll be 1.

23: Do you have piercings? How many? no

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? English, theatre, film, and Japanese.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? yeah but he’s a different person so oh well.

26: What are you craving right now? probably sleep.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I guess so.

28: Have you ever been cheated on? not that I’m aware of.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? yes

30: What’s irritating you right now? nothing really.

31: Does somebody love you? romantically, no. platonically and familial, yes.

32: What is your favourite color? it switches between light blue and light purple 33: Do you have trust issues? yes and no. I’m afraid of letting someone in romantically though for sure. 

34: Who/what was your last dream about? I had a dream about being in the car with my dad at the beach and the water was absolutely gorgeous but for some reason there were like a lot of abandoned buildings and stuff.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? either dad or my stepmom idk

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? probably

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life? lol not so far

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 17

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? noo

51: Favourite food? fudge

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? kind of.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? play wordscapes like I always do lol

54: Is cheating ever okay? I would say only if you’re in an abusive relationship and feelings develop for someone who actually treats you well and you are on your way to getting out of that situation if that makes sense but like obviously most people aren’t going to want to put themselves in that situation.

55: Are you mean? I hope not

56: How many people have you fist fought? none

57: Do you believe in true love? I believe there’s different people meant for us like not necessarily one person but people meant for us in different ways

58: Favourite weather? warm (upper 70s, low 80s) with a light breeze

59: Do you like the snow? not particularly 

60: Do you wanna get married? yes.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I guess it can be but idk me and my ex didn’t do that with each other we had other weird nicknames. 

62: What makes you happy? free of responsibilities, time with friends, writing, cosplaying, warm weather, and the ocean.

63: Would you change your name? if my parents/family wouldn’t be so upset about it sure.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I wouldn’t want to. I’ve literally had nightmares about him begging me to come back to him but then I’ve also had dreams where I did take him back and it was terrible and then I have dreams where I want him back but he ignores me lol. But I know irl he’s not a good person for me anymore.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? that’s what my previous relationship was so I mean. yeah. lol. it worked okay for most of 7 and a 1/2 years but things fell apart for a number of reasons. but also my best friends that are opposite sex currently are a married gay couple so I think I’m okay.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? yes

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? idk I’ve talked to a couple guys on fb recently about animal crossing

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? claudia

69: Do you believe in soulmates? same answer as the true love one

70: Is there anyone you would die for? maybe

[awesomegaydar-a]

meta: blaine anderson

i’m gonna take the liberty to make this a meta about my verse with @impromptusongs bc jj’s blaine is santana’s best friend in any and all semi-canon or canon verses, and later i’ll write a meta about canon BA.

blaine’s parents are polar opposites, you’ve come to learn. even when you were a child, five years old and pushing a little blaine anderson off the swings so you could claim them as your throne, you always noticed that there was something missing. when you were little, you were too young to understand it, even after forming a bond with him that you will later come to realize, was a gift from god himself. his father (much like that side of his family), was either absent, or hostile, and while he was never particularly virulent towards you (you would later also learn that he was all about status, and your father had it, therefore mr. anderson never had a reason to be vicious), he was towards blaine and elizabeth.

elizabeth anderson on the other hand, was the poster child for the mother everyone wished they could have; she was nurturing, friendly, and loved blaine more than she loved anything she could ever possess. she was warm, like sunshine, always hugged you when you rang the bell to their house in the mornings. even as you two grew up together, literally and figuratively, she never greeted you with anything but open arms and a bright smile.

blaine was, on all intents and purposes, different. not in a bad way, no, and not because he was significantly less bitchy than you – actually, you were always sure blaine didn’t have a mean bone in his body. to be fair, there were only two people in the world who could keep up with your banter, and while blaine didn’t fall into that category, he knew you. absurdly so. even when you moved from westerville to lima to be closer to your dad’s new job at the local hospital and he enrolled you in william mckinley high school, and blaine’s mom enrolled him at dalton academy.

in an alternate universe, a twisted world, you and blaine were mr. anderson’s pristine picture of the perfect arranged marriage. you were the daughter of a wealthy surgeon and not to mention, loaded, and blaine needed someone who would make him change his mind about the reason he was different. except no one expected you to also be different. no one, except for blaine, who always knew there was a reason you bit noah puckerman’s tongue at that party you invited him to your freshman year of high school, or why you never crazed over boy bands or swooned over ryan goslin’s suave conquest of rachel mcadams in the notebook.

you came out of the closet around the same time he did, not because you were following him by example, but because you knew that if blaine had the courage to come out to his father, to face the consequences that would inevitably surface if he knew he liked boys in any way, shape, or form, then you could do it too. elizabeth accepted him without circumstance, loved him for who he was, but blaine’s tryst with homosexuality seemed to draw an even deeper hole between him and the rapidly fading relationship he had with his dad.

your coming out experience had been differently, naturally. both of your parents, who claimed had always known (mainly because of the way you stared at quinn fabray whenever she was over), were supportive. you were lucky. blaine had his mother, but even if his dad hadn’t particularly disowned him (just ignored his sexuality all together), you always knew how much it affected him. even when he wouldn’t tell you – you knew, you always knew.

you would meet up for your weekly coffee at a local shop in westerville, or he would make the drive to lima in turn, to have his usual at the lima bean. he was the only person in lima you could ever really open up to. perhaps it was the longevity of your friendship, the fact that he’s the only boy who ever saw you in your underwear without making a crude, perverted comment about your tits, or the fact that he was sort of your platonic soulmate. if you were a man, a gay man, blaine would be exactly the kind of guy you would chase after. even your parents loved him.

sometimes it was easy to think your own mother loved blaine more than she loved you, but blaine liked to claim the same thing about his mother. maybe because as time went by, you traded mrs. andersons for elizabeths and flirted with her whenever you had the chance (hall of fame, MILF) – not that you would ever go there, it was all fun and games and she was a hot mom, but you mostly did it to watch the irritated look on blaine’s face whenever you made elizabeth blush. in the end, you never saw her as more than a mother figure, and blaine was like the brother you never had. most importantly, he was your best friend, through thick and thin.

you never introduced him to your all of your friends in wmhs; most people assumed quinn and brittany were your besties, and though that was partially true (even blaine had taking to calling you three the unholy trinity even if he had never stepped ground in public school), they were still the only two people at school who knew about your friendship with blaine. not because you were ashamed, actually, you were proud and thankful to have such a great friend like him, but because exposing that part of yourself, exposing your past and personal details with people who didn’t deserve it, was too raw and emotional for you to face head on.

that is, until rachel berry’s train wreck of a house party. most people assumed blaine knew kurt (wrong), but when you threw your arms around him in a sloppy, drunken hug that night, it was clear to everyone that you had secrets. unbeknownst to them, you’ve always had them.

people feared you, but blaine didn’t. he never did. even when he branded you with the nickname SNIX during your junior year (your evil alter ego who liked going all shawshank on your peers) after an altercation with rick the stick nelson and his posse of hockey players at the lima bean that ended with a broken nose and cracked knuckles. even if you had power, and status at william mckinley, ohio was still ohio, and the midwest was plagued with homophobic baboons, prejudiced republicans, and extremists who would never accept you two for who you were because they lacked the brain cells to think like a progressive human being.

your friendship was never complicated in the way your relationships with others was. you never had any intention of harming in, in fact, you were fiercely protective of his well being. even when he enrolled in william mckinley (unsure whether it was to be close to you or be close to kurt – who wasn’t a fan of your friendship despite blaine’s reiteration that you were in fact, not the person he thought you were). you never felt the need to use him for status, never felt the need to blackmail him or use him as your plot device to further your academic career.

he would sit with you for hours on end when you were crying over a girl and you would sit with him whenever he needed to vent about his family. evermore, he became a constant presence in your life. he attended lopez family christmas events, drank spiked eggnog, and smoked pot with you by the window in your dimly lit room until you were too high to go downstairs and pretend you were sober. you were always gracefully invited to his family soirees, fancy dinner parties, and important events. you went on family vacations together – your parents and elizabeth, or elizabeth and the two of you – and stole your parents’ SUV to get drunk with your fake ID’s and find a waffle house that would willingly accept two drunken 18 year olds at their tables.

he was the ultimate insider in your life. the type of girls you like and the type of girls you don’t. the brand of coffee you think tastes like piss and how you add triple sec to sangrias made with 8 dollar bottles of wine that shouldn’t even be branded as wine. he was after all, your god send.

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Chapter 5

Jaylen

Pacing back and forth on my marble tiled floors, I thought back on the tragic event that just took place a few minutes ago. I was heated that Robyn had the audacity to bring that nigga in my face. She was fucking disrespectful.

Pulling out my matte black iPhone 7 +, I went straight to my contacts and tapped on Odell's name. After 2 rings, he had picked up. "You mind watching Jayla for the night?"

It's been weeks since Jayla's been here and unfortunately, I haven't smoked. I've tolerated people's shit long enough and the shit that just went down with Robyn put the icing on the cake. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed weed in my system.

The only way I could smoke was if Odell watched her for a little while. I was gonna smoke on my balcony, but I still didn't want her around that. I wasn't stupid.

"Yea, why?"

"I need to fucking smoke asap bruh." I guess he noticed the irritation in my voice because he didn't bother asking what was wrong with me and I gladly appreciate that.

"Aight, here I come." He said before hanging up.

"Jayla, you wanna go to Odell's?" I peeked my head in my room as she sat on my bed watching cartoons. Not that she had a choice, I just wanted to make sure.

"Yes!" She jumped down from my bed carefully. Letting her lead the way, she started to walk towards the front the door. Just in time, Odell walked in and let her get on his back.

"Thanks man." I dapped him as he waved me off. She turned to me and grabbed my face with her small hands before kissing my cheek.

"Be good, aight? I love you." I assured her as I pressed my forehead against hers. She poked my nose and then smiled.

"Love you too, bubba." And with that, they left. I instantly shut the door and ran to my room to look for the spare of weed that I'd been saving for this moment. I really needed to calm my nerves.

"I could fucking kill somebody right now." I mumbled to myself as I looked through all of my drawers. Coming up with nothing, I grumbled in annoyance.

"Bingo!" I yelled as I found it inside of one of my jewelry boxes.

After I smoked my emergency kush, my ego healed and I started feeling more and more like a head ass for how I was acting towards Robyn and her nigga, Kyle, or whatever the fuck his name was.

I sighed and ran my hand through my curls, cursing lowly. I grabbed my phone and scrolled down to her name in my phone and tapped it, hoping she would answer. Swear she was the only female that sent me on a guilt trip whenever I did some shit that be uncalled for. Mainly because she looked so damn good with that pout on her face with her hands crossed over her big ass titties. We used to be in a hella good place, man; she was homie until I fucked her over the same night she trusted me to take our "bestie-ship" to another level.

"HELLO!? Same phone, the hell you want?" she answered and snatched me from my thoughts. Her tone was still dripping malice from the whole shit. I smirked. Why the fuck I miss her so much? I legit saw her a few hours ago.

"Yo, chill. It's important." I mumbled like I was sad so I could get her to come over.

"What is it?" her attitude softened quickly. Yo, I swear I don't deserve her.

"O in the hospital, tore some shit in his leg. Can't play ball no more. I'm bout to head up to the hospital, you wanna roll with me?" I lied my ass off like it was nothing, I ain't shit.

"Jaylen, are you being serious right now?"

"Yeah man, It's bad, you coming or nah?"

"I guess. I'm on my way." she said in a hurry before hanging up.

About five minutes later, she hauled ass into the house, only to find me on the couch watching ESPN with another blunt hanging out my mouth. She had on this tight, short ass red dress that I wanted to eagerly rip off of her but I knew I couldn't. I guess she caught me staring because she started to put on her jean jacket. The way that deep red complimented how golden brown skin tone was perfect.

"Jaylen, where's O?" she asked. Scared as hell.

"Relax, Robyn. He at the crib, he good."

"I should've fuckin' known." she turned on her heels and tried to leave.

"Wait." I hopped over the couch and stood in front of the door. "Why am I here, Jaylen?"

"So I can apologize for earlier." she put her hands on her hips and something in her eyes flashed back to that moment and pissed her off all over again.

"Hear me out before you give up and storm out on me, Keyshia Cole." I smirked but she ain't find shit funny.

"I'm sorry, man. I ain't mean to blow up on you in front of your new nigga, Kev-"

"Kai, dickhead. His name is Kai." she mumbled, shrugging out of her leather jacket.

"Yeah, him." I mumbled bitterly. I can't believe that my ass was actually jealous right now.

She tipped my chin up with her acrylic nail and looked me in my eyes. "Jealous, much?"

"Don't flatter yaself, nigga. You fine but you ain't all that."

"I couldn't tell." she smirked and I moved my face away from her hands. "You forgive me?" my lips tugged at my blunt and blew smoke in the other direction since she was still close.

"Yeah, just control yo funky ass temper." Her eyebrows became one as she became Ice Cube for a minute.

"I know, I be forgetting baby. You gotta be reminding me...I'm sorry." I said imitating Joi from Friday. She busted out into a laugh and I pulled her closer by her small waist. "Where my hug at since we besties again?"

"Boy getcho where my hug at lookin ass." She said in a manly voice, wiping my smirk right off my face.

Just as I was about to flame her ass, she started to talk. "I'm kidding, come here sugar face." She apologized, making me smile. I would get her for calling me that gay shit but I wanted my hug so I could grab her ass.

She plucked the blunt from between my lips, kicked her sandals off and skipped over to couch after giving me a dismissing ass side hug. What in the friendzonation?

I followed her and draped my long arm around her shoulder and we starting vibing with dim lights and Game 5 of this Warriors and Cavaliers series.

Robyn

After watching the finals, I was extremely tired. I was finishing up some designs here and there during every commercial break, and eventually I just stopped watching the game to finish. Jaylen on the other hand was fast asleep on the couch.

We had switched from his house to mines, because I wanted to finish my work. As soon as we got here, he wasted no time in falling asleep. I told him he could go back home, but he kept catching an attitude so I just left him alone.

His mouth slightly hung open as his hands rested in his pants. Typical nigga sleeping position.

I felt my phone vibrate in my lap indicating that I had a text from Kai.

Kai🤞🏾: why u got the door locked bro I told u I was omw 20 mins ago 🙄

Kai🤞🏾: bout to piss on myself bro hurry up

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and checked our conversation to see if he was right. He had text me about 20 minutes ago telling me he was on his way and to leave the door unlocked. Shit, I must've been too caught up in my work.

I started to walk to the door but then realized that I have Jaylen here on the couch. Maybe Kai isn't even at the door yet.

"Jaylen! Get up, hide in the closet!" I whispered as I violently shook him as he shot up, ready to fight.

"Fuck you wake me up for?" His raspy voice filled my living room. He could barely open his eyes.

"Jaylen, please can you just hide in he closet for a few minutes?"

"Fuck no, I'm going home." He said with attitude as he looked around for his shoes. I could tell he hated when people woke him up from a deep sleep.

"Jaylen please? It won't be that long." I begged as I stopped him. He looked down at me for a few seconds as his eyes softened before sucking his teeth.

"Man whatever.." he mumbled as he walked towards the closet door. Shaking his head at me, he made some room for himself and got in making me sigh in relief.

Silently tiptoeing to the door, I paused for a minute to see if Kai would walk away. "Yo, I hear yo heavy feet Rob. Why you playing? I really gotta pee." He complained as I heard a lot of movement as I sighed and gave up. I'm a size 5, those heavy feet he heard must've been Jaylen's.

Unlocking the door, I was met with Kai's slight mug. "Sorry Kai.." I apologized as he nodded. It was humid as shit outside, and he had on a hoodie.

"Here, Ima go pee." He kicked off his yellow Nike Presto's before giving me my bag of In N Out. Afterwards, he wasted no time in dashing to the bathroom.

While Kai was in the bathroom, I heard Jaylen humming the Trapped In The Closet tune and cackling to himself. I admit it was funny but I couldn't laugh right now, I was too focused on tryna get one of them outta the house. "He walked in the bathroom and looks behind the door!" he imitated R. Kelly from the closet and I snatched it open, and pointed behind me, telling him to get the hell out. Seconds later the toilet flushed and I pushed him right back in. "Rob, you got one more time to put yo hands on me."

"Sorry." I said anxiously. He was being so uncooperative.

It's not like I was cheating on Kai but for us to argue about the very same nigga that was in my closet right now made me look like such a damn hoe. Kai came out of the bathoom while wiping his hands in some paper towels.

"Yo, who's shoes is that?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked to check and cursed lowly when I realized it was Jaylen's timbs, you could tell from how big they were.

"Maybe Odell's.." I shrugged and swept some hair behind my ear in deep thought, cracking my knuckles nervously. He payed no mind and just dropped the subject, thank God.

"I'ma just kick it here tonight, I ain't got the energy to drive back to my crib." I nodded with a smile, when he disappeared around the corner my smile dropped. I opened the closet door and found nothing but my clothes and shoes. Biiiitch.

I turned to my window and saw that shit wide open, I looked out and saw Jay chucking his deuce and getting into his car head first. He really jumped that far.. Was this nigga a cat?

"Took ya food too, nigga!" he yelled, peeling off of my block and heading in the direction towards wherever.

I was relieved that he left, but I really wanted my food. Rolling my eyes, I made my way towards my room and seen that Kai had got comfortable already.

"Damn you ate that fast? I was bout to ask for some." He said as he noticed the bag wasn't in my hands anymore. Deep down I was fucking starving.

"My bad.. you should've said something." I shrugged as if I were telling the truth. He sat up in the bed and started to stare at me before putting his head in his hands. He only did that when something was bothering him and I knew something was. He's been acting weird.

"Kai, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" I hated when he did that. His ass heard me. I gave him a look, and he groaned.

"Nothing Rob.. don't stress about it." Deciding to let the topic go, I stripped out of tight red dress and grabbed my robe since I had nothing underneath.

"Man Rob who been in here? Don't say ya brother cause you stay complaining bout how neat that nigga is." Oh now he wants to question me about something when he couldn't even answer mines?

"What're you talking about?"

"So you gone try to play me like I'm a stupid ass nigga? Like, I may be a lil slow sometimes, but nah even a rock would figure this shit out." He pointed to the BAPE duffle bag of men's clothes in the corner. Fucking Jaylen... we weren't even in my room.

"A friend of mines.. I swear he's JUST a friend." He shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face.

"That nigga I almost popped, huh?" I began to get quiet. Kai didn't like Jaylen at all, because Jaylen had a smart ass, reckless mouth. I know about Kai's past so I was trying so hard telling him not to do anything to Jaylen and he found that suspect.

"Rob don't get all quiet now.." he snapped as I sucked my teeth. I was trying so hard to prevent this.

"Yes!" Was all I said before he started laughing. It scared me a little bit because I didn't get the joke.

"Really bro? First you defend the nigga and I asked you was you still talking to him and you denied the shit like crazy. We lying now?"

"Why you so tripped out about it? He's just a fucking frien-"

"Fuck you mean why I'm trippin'?" He stood up, towering over me.

"YOU'RE my boyfriend, not him. So why are you making a big deal about me having a fri-"

"Cause I fucking love you, aight?! I ain't bout to be out here looking stupid, if you wanna fuck around with other niggas, then let me fucking know! Cause I swear to god Robyn, if you ever cheat on me." He spat with venom as he got in my face. I swear everything else after I love you went out the window.

"You love me?" He sucked his teeth and sat down on the edge of the bed. Walking over to him, I grabbed his chin and made him face me.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't.. Ion' care if you don't feel the same, hell yea I love you but I don't wanna put myself in this position if you gone continue to play games. Fuck you need friends for? I'm ya friend. You know if I was out here hanging wit mad bitches, you wouldn't like that shit. It's not even just that.. like I could see if the nigga JUST wanted to be friends but it's clear ya got some type of history so why disrespect me like that? You know how stupid that make me look?"

"Kai.. I would never cheat on you nor disrespect you. You treat me like a queen daily, so why would I? He's honestly JUST a friend, but if it bothers you then I will gladly stop talking to him, no doubt. I'm sorry I lied about it, I just didn't want to argue. And it's funny that you say that because.. I love you too baby." I assured him as a smile spread across his handsome face. I did have love for Kai...

"Swear I can't stay mad at yo pretty ass." He grabbed my face and connected his pink plump lips with mine. Kisses were never boring nor dull with Kai.

Trying to be sexy, I got up and seductively walked to my TV and failed due to me tripping over Kai's shoe. "Stop ma.. you already sexy you don't gotta try." He laughed, shaking his head as he laid back on my bed comfortably.

Playing the song Rocket by Beyoncé, I smirked and climbed onto the bed. I swear I was more than ready to give Kai my all.

We kissed for the majority of the night, and because my virgin ass could go all night, he put a stop to it. "Baby, can I? I wanna feel you." he grumbled and that alone made me take my robe off with a slight nod. Nervous as fuck but ready as hell. The song change was perfect for the atmosphere, Beyoncè faded out and Miguel's, Use Me faded in. "Just trust me, Rob."

"I trust you, baby."

"Issa big step, ma." I nodded and pulled his boxers down with my toes as a response.

"Trust me while I take this off

With the lights on, cause it turns me on

If you're nervous, just let me show you

How to touch me, I could teach you."

Since I had nothing on, he began to rub my clit with his eyes glued to me. My eyes were now open to slits as the pleasure continued to build up, this nigga didn't even blink. "Keep ya eyes on me or I'ma stop." I tried so hard to open my eyes but I was right at the brink of cumming all over his fingers.

"What I say?" I felt the pinch in my stomach and right when I prepared for it, it withered away. My eyes shot open and I glared at him. "I'm a man of my fuckin' word. Listen next time, ma." he smirked and I whined under him.

"Relax, you gon' get yours a few times tonight." he started again and I fought to keep my eyelids open so I could watch Kai play with my pool. "You wet for me, baby?" I nodded. All the corny ass quotes from porn I anticipated to recite got caught in my damn throat. "Words, Rob."

"Yes," I moaned aloud, the familiar feeling coming back. This time he actually let it happen, I laid back and tried to relax until I felt his soft ass fingers graze my clit and I shuddered. "Kai." I moaned and tried to move his hand but he slapped it away.

"Wassup?"

"You're making me feel too good, baby, please."

"Please what?" he mumbled, teasing the shit out of me. I moaned softly when he inserted a finger while rubbing my clit at the SAME.DAMN.TIME. "Please what? Huh?" he groaned, dipping down to kiss me, the pace of his finger quickening.

"Please don't stop."

"I don't plan to, mama."

"Oh my God, this feels too damn good."

"Yeah?" he mumbled and I nodded.

"You cool for another one?" I guess he was trying to prepare me since I was still a virgin. "You trust me, right?"

"Baby, I do."

"Aight." he now had two fingers working inside of me and I came almost immediately, but that didn't stop him. He continued to get that certain spot. My spot. It's crazy how my body could just submit to him like this. As my high wore off, his pace slowed down. "You ready?" I nodded. "Don't lie to me, sexy." I smirked.

"I want you to."

He grabbed it and slid it up and down my slit. I grabbed his free hand and latched our fingers together. He held my hand and kissed it, giving me some sense of security, with a look that said, I got you.

Without warning, he looked down to guide his dick into my opening and I winced, closing my eyes tightly. "Kai." I sobbed, snatching my hand from his to put it on his chest. "It hurts."

"Take it for me, aight. Almost." I arhced my neck and he planted soft kisses on it to distract me from this pain. His beard tickling me while my pussy was being stretched gave me mixed emotions. I was a whole ass mess right now. I cried for a few moments until he had full access to all of me. Just like I wanted him to.

We cursed lowly on one another's lips and he thrusted slowly. Whispering to me how much he loved me and how glad he was that I came into his life and on his dick at the moment.

"No more speaking to that nigga behind my back. I got something that he don't. You. I don't want nothing or no one fuckin' that up." He kissed my neck as his strokes became more aggressive, causing me to grip the sheets.

"I promise, babe." I managed to moan out. I was enjoying every bit of this.