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i love alex diaz and he is so much more than what they did with him in the movie :/
#i enjoyed the movie as a rom com#but iâm just thinking about this#like not only bi panic but#his anxiety and#him not feeling like he had any friends#THE FUCKING IF I DIE OF AIDS PIC#like taylor was perfect for him#and he really embodied alex#but we didnât get to see what make alex alex#megan talks#rwrb spoilers
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ANDREW GARFIELD and FLORENCE PUGH for Bustle.
â'Ultimately, itâs a story about choosing the life we want for ourselves and making the most of the time we have." Bustle cover stars Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh on their once-in-a-lifetime love story âWe Live In Timeâ - in theaters NY/LA today, nationwide October 18.â
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#andrew garfield#florence pugh#the best fictional couple and the best pair of friends off the screens and only my opinion matters#best couple#i love them#they're so beautiful#bi panic#they are definitely very cool together#they're so much fun#i would watch the two together indefinitely#his smile is everything#he's so fucking beautiful#they're so adorable#she so pretty#look at him#he looks so good#we live in time#every minute counts#like đđđ#released#the press tour of we live in time will be explosive#almut & tobias#tobias and almut#press tour#bustle#photoshoot#tasm peter parker#sincericida
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thinking about how last year I went to pride with my gay flag around my shoulders and identifying a bear cub exclusively attracted to men and mascs and now I'm going to pride in two days (on my birthday no less) identifying as a bear cub AND a butch bi lesbian boy/fagdyke. Abrosexuality is so wild. I wonder what it'll be next year.
#It's honestly wild to me how much things have changed#It was literally two days after pride wearing that flag all day that I was looking through Tumblr#And came across a couple hot butches#And felt myself panic bc of how attracted I was to them#And then I looked at the men I was thirsting for ONLY A COUPLE DAYS BEFORE#And was like âeh would be better if they were chicks about itâ like WHAT#I honestly didn't want to identify as a lesbian even tho the ONLY people I was into for months were butches and studs#I thought I was being transphobic to trans men and MYSELFđđđ#But I've done a lotttt of reflection and a lottt of reading and learning#Leslie Feinberg and Audre Lorde were my saviors at that time#And now as an abro butch lesbian I can pretty confidently say if next year I'm gonna be a romance repulsed agender person#Or a pansexual gender fluid person#Or anything else in the future#I'll be okay#I was already okay#But I've grown and I'll process it better I think#Anyways happy early pride and early birthday to meeee#lesbians#bi lesbian#butch lesbian#lesbian man#masc lesbian#mspec lesbian#transmasc lesbian#gay#mspec gay#lesboy#gaybian#boy dyke#Abro lesbian
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petition for russell and albon to start dating alr so we can have lily and carmen to ourselves, please and thank you
#lily and carmen are so for the girls#a girl can only bi panic for so long guys have mercy#russell would say the stupidest most british shit ever and albon would look at him like he's hung the stars please#bet russell's coming out would be a powerpoint presentation#alex albon#george russell#formula 1#f1
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I took Puppy to my bed for cuddles knowing he wasnât a fan but it usually work for like 2 minutes then he wants to leave but this time he had a crisis and vomit in my hair (and pillow) thank god it was just water đ
#he just drank plus he probably panic a little and it ended like that đ„Č#okay buddy understood no cuddles in bed anymore ckbdjdjd#heâs fine do not worry it lasted not even a minute and it took a bi of air outside#but itâs almost 1pm so I need to eat before I take a shower đ jfbsjd#again thank god itâs only water ckdbjd#and I was already planning on washing my blanket and all#alex.txt
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everyone in my house is shit at communicating cause we're all autistic and both of my parents were raised in homes where no one talked to each other ever so that's fun.
#like i have a great family#my parents are like super supportive of me#my dad is the biggest ally ever and my mom is bi#and like cause we're all autistic (and probably adhd except for my mom) they're good with that stuff#but like they're shit at dealing with anything mental health related#a few weeks back when we were in the states we went to see a family friend#and my brother freaked out cause he was nervous#like he had a full on panic attack#and my parents were terrible at dealing with it#they legit made him feel worse#i'm the only one in this household who can actually deal with mental health stuff#and the only one who can ever admit i need help#except to my parents who are shit at talking about mental health cause they make it weird#my mom (and her entire side of the family) won't admit she needs therapy cause her childhood was fucked up#i've been trying to force her into therapy lol#atp i'd be a decent therapist for her
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just remembered the mermaid dungeon, what am i supposed to be doing w the genderbend AU there (sound of crying)
#mimin trying to write#this is why this is one of the most benign straight stories ive ever read#it just passively assumes that everyone is straight#anw im leaning towards ailett simply not being affected bc she doesnt rly identify as a man or woman by this point her gender is a mess#but how am i supposed to handle everyone else's reactions. lol#and i assume that ailett wouldnt take the chance of asssuming that he isnt affected#but hows he supposed to negotiate w the mermaids if he cant hear..............#on the floor#guess ill invent a new dungeon that drops an item that lets it happen. shrug#or buy smthing from the transmigrator's store. idk#nah but the idea that mermaids' charm only works on a certain gender is ridiculous like im sure sapphics would lose it as well#bi panic: you cannot go dungeon hunting bc you Will lose it to any of these kinds of creatures#ephael being disappointed at the dream demon kind of vibes
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how to gently ask my friend why he feels so strongly against some characters being queer
#maybe it's just. how he sees them genuinely#but. the near panic he seems to have over it sometimes feels a little like internalized homophobia#the fact that the two characters we have now gotten in an argument over it about have been like. older and more masc implies things for me#like he's bi so i don't want to question him about his own sexuality#but he is also generally only attracted to more fem people#and it feels like. he's got some internalized need to have femininity in there for it to be queer#idk. this is just me venting some speculation#i need to talk to him about it but didn't have my thoughts in order enough today#it just always makes me feel weird when i say a headcanon about a character being queer in some way only for him to be vehemently opposed#like??? sorry i'm into older guys??? and if i think a character is hot or project on them i'm gonna view them as queer???#am i willing to genuinely discuss a character's sexuality beyond my own personal perception? yes. but not if it's just a complete shut down#'no this character can't possibly be queer in any way' is not a discussion#words.exe
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Side effect of reading fanfiction with ships is it gets me thinking about relationships and never having been in one.
Side effect of reading fanfiction about queerplatonic relationships is it gets me thinking about that's not a term I've ever seen outside of english and I'm not sure it's something that exists in french and that's what I would like for myself but I can't express it and unless I spend my whole life in a long distance relationship or people are ready to move to france, I'm staying single all my life alright (it's a job thing because my sector sucks everywhere but it sucks a little less in France so leaving my country would actually be a big decision)
#it is almost 1AM so I'm not surprised the sadness is back#but reading fanfics about aspec characters and how softly and nicely it was treated and how accepting and open it was treated#makes me wish I could have that in my life though I know it's never happening#the puzzle of labels makes it hard to navigate I try not to think about it too much cause it gets pointless the more you do#but I know what I don't want for starters BUT having never been in a relationship how can I really know ? Like sometimes I wonder if I'm ar#or if it's just that I've never been in a relationship#Ok so guess tonight's tumblr post is my little mental confessional#also being ace and trans and bi makes it pretty hard to talk about that kind of stuff with anyone really#even though my friends talk about girls super often#and the only one who knows about some of these labels that make everything hard to deal with well...I don't feel like talking about that to#him alone cause I hate talking about myself to someone for too long cause I feel super self centered and it makes me panic#Cause family used to tell me to stop talking about stuff I liked or me cause it made me sound like I thought I was the center of everything
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⧠Logan Howlett x reader x Storm
⧠summary: Storm and Logan are both hopelessly crushing on you. When they realise that they both like you, they get into a silent competition about who can win you over first⊠until they realise there might not be a need to make you choose; or: You have a threesome with Logan and Storm
⧠warnings: smut 18+, threesome, oral, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv sex, creampie, liiittle bit of ass play, use of dildo between reader and Storm, I think those are the main things, reader is sub-ish and Logan and Storm are more dominant, reader gets called baby, good girl, princess, pretty girl, bub, nothing happens between Logan and Storm btw because Iâm a jealous bitch, reader is shy and a bit awkward, this is definitely mostly porn but romantic feelings are implied too, reader is bi, talking about coming out, but reader is in denial about her crush on Storm and also on Logan bc sheâs oblivious and a lil insecure tbh, mention of being drunk, theyâre all mutants but it doesnât rlly come up, Logan is taller than the reader, the part leading up to the smut is a little unserious lol theyâre all just whipped but yeah itâs kind of a different fic from my prev Logan ones idk itâs more just fun for the first part; also alternative title is BOAF but I didnât know how many people would get that lol
⧠word count: oh. umm 11k (the main smut is 4k at the end if you wanna skip to that loll Iâve put a divider (stars) so you know when it starts, you donât necessarily need to know the backstory)
⧠note: Recently watched X-Men 1 for the first time (yeah i know) and these two are literally the definition of bi panic whaaaatttttt + also I called her Storm and not Ororo(?) because Iâve only watched X Men 1 where they just call her Storm so thatâs the only way Iâm familiar with her, so yeah idk if anyone else wants this combination of characters but i def do so <33
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Youâre focussed as you do your daily stretches, completely oblivious to Storm and Logan watching you from the other side of the gym.Â
They stare as you bend down into downward dog and you make a little exhausted noise at the stretch. Logan almost flinches with how good it feels to hear it; with his enhanced senses itâs as if youâre moaning right into his ear.
Stormâs eyes trail up your legs, over your pink gym set that clings to you in all the right places. She watches a pearl of sweat slide down your belly â she wishes she could lick it off your skin. Logan thinks about making you sweat more if he finally gets you in his bed one day.
He clears his throat after you slide down to your knees, arch your spine and let out a little contented sigh at the welcome stretch. A movement to his right catches Loganâs eye. Storm is standing right next to him, hands on her hips, mirroring his own position.
Is she here to stare at you too? Not that thatâs what heâs doing. He was training here himself and was done a few minutes after you got here. Resting his eyes is part of the cooldown â you just so happen to be in his view.
âYou training today?â Logan breaks the silence.
âTrained earlier this morning,â Storm answers, folding her arms, âWhatâre you doing here?â She sounds almost accusatory.
âJust finished my workout. Making sure sheâs fine with the weights.â Their eyes drift to you, still stretching.
âShe said she might use weights later,â Logan adds, averting his eyes.
The only thing Logan doesnât like about his little crush on you â if you can even call it that â (you can definitely call it that) is that it sometimes makes him nervous, even if just a little. Youâre so sweet and so shy and youâre usually oblivious to his flirting. Heâs not used to that.
âAha,â Storm nods with suspicion and slowly walks out of the gym.
Logan sighs a breath of relief and hopes you didnât hear any of that. He stops himself from looking at your cute little gym outfit again and leaves to shower.
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Later that day, Storm knocks at your bedroom door, âIâve made lunch if you want some.â
Her voice is so angelic, you think, and you briefly wonder if thatâs a normal opinion to have about your friend. Itâs not just her voice, but those pretty lips her voice comes out of â just from woman to woman. She has nice lips. That can totally be a platonic compliment.
You realise sheâs waiting for you to answer as you just stare at her gorgeous, gorgeous face â okay, maybe you do like her as more than a friend.
âThatâs so sweet of you, Iâll come join you,â you put on a high-pitched platonic voice.
Youâre sitting down at the table getting your plates ready â Storm made your favourite food, said she was just craving the taste today â when Logan comes in.Â
âBrought my own lunch, thought I could join you?â He asks but doesnât wait for an answer, sitting down next to you.Â
âWhat if you canât?â Storm says, an eyebrow raised, though playfully.Â
âAnd what would your explanation be?â
âWe need girl time.â
Youâre looking between them with wide puppy eyes. Youâre not sure if theyâre being playful after all. Their faces soften when they look at you.
âMaybe Logan can stay for lunch and weâll go to your room later?â you suggest, âWe can have a sleepover tonight.â
Stormâs face lights up, âGood idea.â You miss the smirk she gives Logan, who then huffs.Â
Logan takes off his leather jacket. Youâre sure thatâs just your mind playing tricks on you but it almost looks as if heâs doing it deliberately slowly, showing off his big, defined arms. Youâre drooling like a dog.
He reaches across the table and your eyes stay glued to his triceps until you hear your name.
âWhat?â
Logan smiles down at you, âI asked if you could pass the salt.â
You swallow and nod, eyes searching for the salt, but Storm gets there before you. She firmly presses the salt shaker into his hand, and his arm is gone from in front of your face. You resist the urge to pout.
A moment later though, Logan reaches out for the pepper himself, âSorry, just needaâŠâ He fumbles with the shaker across the table. This time his arm is angled differently and your eyes land right on one of those delicious veins on his skin.Â
Storm is kind enough to pass him the pepper too, but this time you think you audibly sigh with frustration when Logan pulls his arm back to his body. You focus on eating instead of panicking about whether either of them heard that.
Storm swallows down her jealousy after watching you mesmerised by Loganâs arms for what felt like an eternity with no idea how obvious you were being.
She finishes her glass of water and gets up to get more. She looks at Logan as she walks to the sink. Two can play this game.
With her back turned to the both of you, Storm undoes the top two buttons of her shirt and places the pendant of her necklace right between her breasts. When she sits back down, she leans her elbow on the table and pushes her forearm right against the side of her tits. Your eyes are immediately drawn to them like a honeybee to a flower.
Storm bites back a smirk. She remains silent so as not to pull your attention away from her cleavage. She wants you to get lost there as long as you need to.
Logan rolls his eyes at her and asks you to pass some food from across the table, pulling you out of your trance.
You see the next exchange of looks between the two of them â their eyes do all the talking. You look away and realise⊠are they flirting? You thought they were mad at each other, having a silent argument, but now you think you might have been wrong. Theyâre teasing each other.Â
You canât decide if you should be jealous or turned on. Theyâre the two people you have a crush on â again, platonic crushes, obviously. If they got together, in whatever way, at least theyâd make a hot couple for you to stare at. But youâd also be devastated that itâs not you who gets to be with either of them.
A quiet sound catches your attention â Stormâs fingernail against her necklace, the necklace thatâs nestled right between her breasts. You briefly wonder if sheâs trying to get Loganâs attention with it, but in that moment you donât feel jealous. You just appreciate whatâs in front of you.
With your elbow perched on the table, youâre leaning your head against your hand, and you notice too late that your arm is sliding off the table. You gasp when your head loses its support and you sit up quickly, gaze pulled away from Storm.
Heat blooms on your face and you lift your glass of water to your mouth to cool yourself down. But the picture of Stormâs perfect boobs lingers in your mind and you spill half of the water. It rolls down your neck and to your chest, and before you can even consider drying off, Stormâs holding a folded up napkin to your skin, patting from your collarbones to the neckline of your low-cut top.Â
âAwh, there you go,â sheâs done patting you dry and gives you a reassuring smile. Your nipples get hard at the close contact. You hope she doesnât notice.
You hear a scoff from Logan. Maybe he got something stuck in his teeth. Or maybe itâs directed at you and Storm.
âThanks, Storm,â you smile your sweet smile and finish your meal.Â
But youâre not oblivious to whatâs going on between them â the looks theyâre giving each other â and you donât know if you like it yet. Not that your opinion matters, sadly.
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You bring your own pillow to Stormâs bedroom that night for your sleepover, but sheâs got her bed made up all comfy with more pillows than you could need.
âDidnât know how many you needed,â Storm tells you from in front of her mirror, âIâm so happy weâre doing this. We havenât had any alone time in so long. Been so busy.â
Sheâs braiding her hair for the night, hair pulled to one side as she curls the bottom of her strands around her finger, her beautiful neck now exposed. You think about falling to your knees and begging for just one touch. Maybe draw your finger across her skin, or better yet â your lips. The way friends do.Â
Itâs between the first and second film that you decide to finally say something. You were going to ask her during a boring scene of the romcom you just watched but it suddenly turned into a sex scene. You did your best to seem unbothered and tried to move naturally, scratching your head and flexing your wrist. Youâre not sure if it worked.
âSoo,â you turn to your side to face Storm as the credits play, âYou and Logan?â
You reach into the bag of gummy bears between you and Storm, attempting to seem nonchalant, as if her answer wonât affect you.
She looks a little panicked, and youâre afraid you know what her answer is going to be.
âWhat about us?â she asks.
You give her a suggestive look but she waits for you to say it.
âWell, is there something going on between you two? I felt like you were flirting during lunch.â
âNo, not at all,â she says almost too quickly, âWeâre just friends, if that.â
âReally? Youâd make an attractive couple.â
She lowers her voice, âWeâre really not into each other like that.â You believe her, and withhold your big breath of relief.
âAnd anyway, I prefer women,â she adds.
âReally? I mean, yeah, I thought you might. I wasnât sure. I do too, by the way. Well, I like everyone. I mean not everyone obviously but I like all genders. Not that thatâs relevant.â
Storm smiles at you sweetly and puts a soft hand on your wrist. âOf course itâs relevant. Iâm glad you trust me enough to tell me.â
You giggle nervously, âOf course. I trust you more than anyone in this house.â
Stormâs heart swells in her chest.
You continue, âWell, and Logan obviously.âÂ
Oh.
Obvious, is it?
Well, Storm can work with that.
She picks an incredibly gay film next. She didnât do it on purpose. She just happened to see the film on Netflix. Sure, perhaps she chose it because there were two women in the picture, but she genuinely wasnât aware how much sex was in the film.
Youâre squirming beside her, even more than during the straight romcom you just watched, and it drives her crazy. Sheâs just better at hiding it, but sheâs turned on too. She wishes she and Logan hadnât fought over your attention during lunch; if you hadnât thought that there was something going on between them you might have been ready for more tonight. But she ignores her desire for you, holding her arm tightly as she presses her nails against her skin to relieve some pressure.
When the film is over, Storm tells you how she realised she likes women. When she was little, she had a crush on her babysitter, and ever since then she just knew. You grow bashful when she asks you for your story.
âUh, Halle Berry as Catwoman? That did it for me,â you tell her as your cheeks heat up. Storm only vaguely remembers the film, but she still has in mind that all of her friends told her that the main character looked like her.Â
Itâs not that she didnât know you were attracted to her before, but that solidifies it. Now she just has to get rid of Logan.
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Storm is busy the next day and you miss her presence the entire morning. You woke up before her, your hands still intertwined from when you fell asleep like that, and â like a fucking loser idiot â you imagined what it was like to be her girlfriend and wake up next to her every day.
Now that you know she doesnât like Logan, you can fantasise about being with her again without the jealousy looming underneath if he got her before you. And she didnât just say she wasnât attracted to him (which is crazy) but that theyâre both not into each other (which is crazy of Logan). Both of your crushes are safe.
You decide to try out a new stretching routine to distract yourself from how much youâre missing Storm, your bestie who has no idea how much you like her. The positions are nothing you canât do, but theyâre definitely more challenging than your usual.
Loganâs not expecting to see you when he enters the gym; youâre not normally here at this time.
âHi,â he says. Your head is between your legs as youâre bent upside down. He crouches down to smile at you from between your thighs.
You grin, standing up to turn towards him to say hello.Â
âYâneed some help?â He asks. Itâs more of a rhetorical question, heâs being polite.
âActually, thereâs this stretch I canât get into. I think I should be able to do it, but I just need someone to help push me there.â
Logan huffs out a laugh. This is like the porn he plays in his head every night with you and him in the starring roles. âOf course. Where do you want me?â
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Itâs even better than he could have dreamed. He thought youâd need him to hold your hands and pull to add some resistance, but now youâre bent over in front of him and heâs pushing you into a stretch like a pervy gym instructor.Â
You keep letting out these little huffs every time you ask Logan to push you further. They sound awfully close to moans. His knee is pressing into the back of yours like you asked him to but you keep asking for more.
He changes up his position, standing behind you fully. If he moved even an inch forward youâd feel his cock pushing against your ass. Logan would usually feel like heâs taking advantage with all the thoughts running through his mind about little innocent you but youâre the one arching even further into him.
He thanks himself for his level of self control and how he manages not to get hard with your pretty ass pressed up against him. It fuels the animalistic side of him and he wants nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.
It was obvious that you were attracted to him before, but with the way youâre pushing back against his crotch makes him realise that itâs far from innocent.
âThank you, that felt really good,â you tell him when you stand back up, losing balance after hanging your head upside down for so long. You use Loganâs chest to brace yourself, palms against the hard muscles there. His hands fly to your waist as he makes sure youâre alright. You nod shyly and, with another quick thanks, quickly make your way to your bathroom.
Heâs got you. Now he just has to get rid of Storm, and sheâs really good with you.
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You check in Stormâs room after a long shower, but sheâs still out. You find Logan in the kitchen; heâs looking through the almost empty cabinets.Â
âWanna go shopping?â
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You didnât think grocery shopping could turn you on, but everything Logan does makes you want to rip off his clothes.Â
The little things fuel your crush in more heart-warming ways. Like how he picks all your favourite foods, holds the package up to you to ask for approval and places them into the cart that heâs pushing along with one hand as if itâs not full to the brim.Â
Heâs got it all down even to the most obscure snacks you like. Itâs sweet that he remembers and it makes you as dizzy as you felt during your sleepover with Storm. Itâs not like you really have a chance with either of them, if youâre being honest with yourself, so youâre fine liking them both.
But itâs his touch that drives you crazy.Â
Youâre trying to reach a snack on the top shelf. Youâre on your tiptoes and your fingertips are only an inch or so away from it. Just when youâre about to give up, you feel two strong hands on your waist, lifting you that tiny bit with no effort at all.Â
âThere you go,â Logan smiles down at you, taking the package from you and putting it in the cart. Your body still buzzes with the sparks of his touch.Â
Youâre not very helpful for the rest of the shopping trip. All youâre doing is staring at him. You almost fall to your knees when he reaches up to the top shelf and his shirt lifts a bit. You think seeing even just a tiny sliver of his abs might be the highlight of your day, until you remember how he was pushed up against you during your stretches earlier.Â
God, youâre so into him.Â
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Storm finds Logan as soon as she gets home. She hasnât had a chance to talk to him since your revelation yesterday yet.
âSheâs in her bedroom,â Logan tells Storm when she comes in, assuming sheâs looking for you.
âI need to talk to you,â she crosses her arms, âShe told me yesterday that she thinks weâre into each other.â
Logan cringes, âWhat, us two? Is she blind?â
âApparently. I told her that itâs not like that but I donât know if she believed it. She thought we were flirting with each other at lunch the other day instead of with her.â
âAlright, we just need to stop making it so obvious weâre fighting over her. Letâs just not get in each otherâs way and sheâll choose whoever sheâll choose.â
âYeah,â Storm agrees.
Logan smiles, âI canât believe that stunt you pulled when she spilled the water. I mean, come on, that was so unfair, I canât just press a napkin to her tits.â
She laughs, âOkay Mister Bicep, we both have our benefits.â They smile at each other.
Storm huffs, and reluctantly admits: âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your abs.â
âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your chest.â
Theyâre standing next to each other now, staring at nothing, consumed by thoughts of you. Theyâre so into you.
âWhen did you realise you like her?â Storm asks.
âI donât remember an exact moment but itâs just, her gorgeous fucking face. And her whole clumsy thing just does it for me, I donât know.â
âI like it too. Sheâs so adorable when she gets all awkward.â
âIt makes me want to fuck her so bad,â they say at the same time, then laugh quietly.
Logan clears his throat, âNot to be crude but Iâd fuck all that nervousness out of her.â
âMe too. Until sheâs so exhausted she canât even begin to overthink anything.â
They exchange a look â this is getting too heated.
âMay the best one win,â Logan concludes, and with a last nod at each other, they both leave the kitchen.
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Itâs a mutual friendâs birthday that week, and all three of you are going to the party.
Youâre walking to your room the evening of the party, and Logan opens his bedroom door just as youâre walking past it.
âHey, you got a minute?â Logan asks, âI need help with my outfit.â
You smile. Itâs an excuse to stare at Logan, of course youâll help.
He changes his shirt about five times â even though there are only two that he canât decide between. But every time he changes his top, there are a few seconds in which heâs half naked â his muscular, hairy, gorgeous chest and abs exposed, with that thick happy trail reminding you why itâs called that â and you forget all about what the previous shirt looked like.
You watch him change yet another time, quietly sighing to yourself because at some point you have to decide. You watch him button up his shirt and let your eyes roam over the lower part of his body.Â
His trousers are hugging his legs so deliciously, they must be tailored. And that sexy belt he always wears keeps sparkling with the reflection of the light, as if youâre not staring at his crotch enough anyway.
âSo this one?â Logan asks.Â
âY-yeah,â you nod, as if he doesnât look equally good in both shirts anyway.Â
âWhat do you think of the material?â He asks. You smile, getting up to feel it.Â
You place your hand on the side of his arm, trailing down it, feeling his muscles while you pretend to be feeling the shirt.Â
âI like how it feels,â Logan says, looking down at himself and rubbing his fingers over his clothed chest. You follow, bringing your palm to his collarbone to trace his body, from his chest to his lower abs.Â
âIt does feel nice,â you say. Itâs a normal dress shirt, made from whatever material theyâre usually made of, but with the warmth of Loganâs body itâs one of the best things youâve ever felt.Â
Distracted by his body, you donât realise Logan looking down at you, tracing your every feature with his eyes. He can practically see the water pooling in your mouth, and he doesnât need his enhanced senses to know that you want him in this moment.Â
He clears his throat and it makes you lose your balance, gripping Loganâs shirt to steady yourself as his hands fly to your waist.Â
âCareful, bub,â he smiles and you feel the heat on your cheeks. How can this man make you stumble without even moving?
âAre you gonna wear a tie?â you ask quietly â you canât trust your voice right now.Â
âIâve got one here,â Logan passes it to you. He feels like a tie might be a bit too formal for a birthday, but he wonât stop you from staying close.Â
You go on your tiptoes to drape the tie around his neck, nervously fiddling with the fabric. âActually, uh, I donât know how to tie a tie,â you admit, giggling at your own words.Â
âThatâs okay, bub, Iâll show you.âÂ
You donât retain any information as Logan helps you with his tie, guiding your fingers with his big, warm hands over yours.Â
Your breaths intertwine from standing so close, and you donât even realise that youâre on your tiptoes again, trying to get as close to Logan as possible.Â
You know that he can hear how fast your heart is beating, but when his tie is on and you smooth it down against his chest, you feel his own heart beating wildly against his ribcage.Â
Logan looks into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips, and you know whatâs going to happen. Youâre about to kiss.Â
He gently places his hand on the side of your face, leaning in.Â
Just when your lips are about to touch, you hear Storm calling out your name from the hallway.Â
âUh, Storm was gonna do my make-up,â you stutter, Loganâs hand still on your face. He silently drops it and smiles sadly, âyeah,â he says.Â
He moves back to stand in front of the mirror, taking the tie off again, âThink this is too much.â
You nod, âyeah. Sure. Iâll see you later.â
You walk out of Loganâs room with a weird feeling, but as soon as you get to Stormâs room itâs like nothing just happened.Â
It smells so good in her bedroom, a mix of her perfume and hair products and her clean bed sheets. She smiles at you, patting the bed for you to sit next to her.Â
You close the door behind you, creating a space for just the two of you. It always feels like that when youâre with her, even when there are other people around. Except for Logan maybe; heâs the only one who can get in without even trying â but itâs still different when itâs really just the two of you.Â
Youâre immediately lost in the world of beautiful Storm as she presents to you her outfit for the night; it fits her every curve and contour and you briefly wonder how you could ever think of her as nothing more than a friend. It breaks your heart that she only sees you as one, but it doesnât stop the desire you have for her and the joy you feel when youâre around her.
Storm does your make-up on her bed, both of you sitting cross-legged with your knees touching. Her hand is placed gently on your face as she does your eyeshadow.
âYouâre so naturally beautiful,â she tells you in her calm voice, âDonât really need any of this.â
You feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. She just means it as a friend, she just means it as a friend.
You gulp, âWish I looked like you. Youâre so gorgeous.â
She smiles at you softly, âThank you, but youâre perfect like this. Lips.â You open your mouth slightly so that she can apply your lipgloss for you. Even though sheâs using the applicator, it feels as intimate as if it were her finger.
She called you perfect.
Your eyes go down to her lips and you realise she hasnât put any product on her own lips yet. Youâre not sure what comes over you at your next question.
âYou want some too?â you ask, breathless, staring at her lips. Even though youâre not looking into her eyes, you can see her looking down at your lips and she smiles a beautiful, sexy smile and nods.
Storm briefly presses her lips to yours, the way straight girls sometimes do at parties â except that neither of you are straight and youâre not at a party, and you doubt that straight friends feel like this after kissing each other. You pull away instinctively, you donât want her thinking that you could ever even assume that she likes you like that. Youâre just friends, and you know that.
Still, you canât resist reaching out a finger to swipe the excess product over the top of her lip, and you let out a nervous giggle when you notice that her eyes are still on your lips.
An alarm on your phone interrupts you; you set it for 20 minutes before you have to leave to make sure you have everything. You didnât notice how close you and Storm were until you both pulled away at the noise.Â
The alert pulls you out of your Storm induced warm cloud, an uncomfortable feeling settling on your skin. Being the good friend she is, Storm realises immediately.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks, a soft hand on your arm.
âNothing, I just get nervous about these types of parties sometimes. Thereâll be so many people I donât know, and itâll be so big and loud. I was thinking of taking a shot or something.â
Storm smiles, âNot that Iâm against a little shot for courage, but dâyou wanna know something natural that always helps me calm down?â
âMhm, what is it?â
âI feel like a nice orgasm always makes me calmer. Just a quick one with my fingers or a vibrator.â
Her words knock the air out of you. Somehow, you manage to respond. âIâve always wanted to use toys but I donât have any. I should really get one,â you chuckle nervously.
âIâm happy to share one of mine if you donât mind,â she looks deep into your eyes and all you can do is nod your head pathetically. There are some types of thoughts youâve done your hardest not to let into your head â sheâs your friend, she wouldnât want you thinking about her like that â and now sheâs the one putting them there on purpose.
She twists her lips, almost.. nervously? and, in a low voice, says: âYou think an orgasm right now would help you?â
Again, you donât manage to say any words but you do nod your head, biting your lip.Â
âYou wanna do it yourself or can I stay?â she asks, one shoulder pulled up seductively.
âS-stay,â you stutter.
âI could eat you out if you want, but no pressure. I just feel like thatâs the quickest way.â
You take a deep breath. All kinds of thoughts are shooting through your head, but maybe sheâs just horny. During your sleepover the other day, she told you how she hasnât had sex in a while, and how she gets off on making her partners come, so maybe itâs just a natural desire that she wants to make someone other than herself come again for once. Itâs got nothing to do with you, you know that, but you revel in the knowledge that she at least finds you attractive enough to want to make you come, even if itâs just as a friend.
Youâre also confused. Your ex always took hours to make you come with his mouth, but, still, you believe every word coming from Stormâs pretty lips.
You nod, âYe-yeah. If thatâs okay with you. Thatâs a very uh, very nice, friendly favour.â You have to make sure she knows that youâre not delusional, thinking this is more than friendly.Â
As you squirm in your seat, you miss Stormâs little sigh of frustration at your oblivion. Instead of pitying herself, she decides sheâll show you why you should be more than friends.
âYâready?â she asks, blessing your ears with her bedroom voice.
âYes,â you breathe.Â
Your next breath catches in your throat as Storm leans in to press the most gentle kiss youâve ever experienced to the side of your neck. Sheâs warm and soft and smells like heaven.
Her lips slowly press along your pulse point, the tip of her tongue darting out as she makes her way up to your ear. Her teeth scrape along your earlobe, but she doesnât bite. You almost whimper when her warm mouth is gone from your ear.
Storm slides her hand to your jaw, moving her thumb to your lower lip, âMay I?â
You nod quickly, and she pulls your lower lip down, sliding her thumb into your mouth to wet it.
You suck on her thumb, mouth watering at having her so close. Storm takes her hand away from your face with a satisfied hum and gently folds your skirt up to your hips, pulling your panties to the side.
She giggles, âyâgot such cute underwear.â You look down and remember the panties you decided to put on today â pink underwear with cherries and a red lace trim. You werenât expecting anyone to see it, let alone Storm. Before you have time to get embarrassed, her thumb is on your clit.
You gasp at the first contact, and your knees buckle. Youâre glad youâre already sitting down. She goes to kneel on her soft carpet, sitting down between your legs.
Her breath is on your pussy and you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
âWhat a pretty fucking pussy,â Storm whispers, more to herself, and impatiently pulls your underwear out of the way more harshly, making sure it stays there. She looks up at you from between your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, and you bite your lip.
This doesnât feel so friendly anymore. Unless she just gets off on making her pretty friends come.
Storm sucks her thumb into her mouth to wet it again and begins to gently rub your clit in circles. She realises how wet you already are and smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your clit.Â
âThere you go,â she says quietly, and then puts her mouth on you. She runs her tongue through your folds and sheâs so gentle. Youâre torn between enjoying it and wanting more.
âFeels so good,â you mumble, and Storm grips the flesh of your thigh to hold you still.Â
She smiles against you, âYeah?â and brings her middle and ring finger to your pussy. Licking your clit, she pushes two fingers into you, slowly making her way inside even though youâre more than wet enough.
Your pussy makes a squelching sound against her fingers as she begins to fuck into you, curling her fingers up to rub against your g-spot. You gasp when you first feel her there, your head dropping to the side in pleasure as you moan.
She pulls her fingers out to suck them into her mouth, tasting you with a satisfied hum, âTaste so good, baby.â You get even wetter at that name alone, squirming beneath her gaze.
âBe a good girl for me and stay still, okay?â she asks, mouth connecting with your pussy again as she looks up at you. You nod desperately, hoping she canât feel the intense heat spreading over your face down to your chest.
She slides two fingers back into you, fucking you gently but precisely, and you already feel the excitement building up in your belly. Stormâs tongue dances over your clit, exactly how you need it to. The only thing missing now is just a liittle more friction.
Itâs like she can read your mind, continuing to fuck into your wet pussy at a steady pace, as she begins to suck on your clit. You see stars immediately.
Her mouth has been on you for only a few minutes when sheâs got you coming on her tongue and fingers. You whimper her name as you arch your back, hips chasing her face to prolong your orgasm as it crashes over you in waves.
She pulls her fingers out and rubs your clit for a bit longer until youâre squirming again, patting your pussy before she gets up. âGoodâ, she simply says, biting her lip.
âYou feel better?â she smiles at you, innocently sucking your arousal off her fingers as if itâs something sheâs done a million times before. As if itâs a normal thing to do with a friend.
âYeah, much better,â you smile shyly, wondering how to ask her what that was.
She sits down right next to you, pulling your panties and skirt back in place, keeping her hand on your thigh afterwards. She smiles at you, and it feels so intimate. Storm reaches for the lipgloss again, âItâs all wiped away. Here.â
You smile and let her apply the lipgloss again. Storm places a hand on the bed next to your hip to lean in as she does so. She puts the lipgloss away but stays close. She looks at your lips. Your heart starts beating furiously in your chest â sheâs about to kiss you.
This time itâs Logan who interrupts you. He calls out your name from the hallway, itâs time to leave.
Storm sits back, âyou ready?â
âYeah,â you nod. She takes your hand as you leave her room. You donât let go even when you see Logan, his eyes immediately finding your intertwined hands.
He doesnât know what it means. There are plenty of platonic girlfriends that hold hands.Â
You donât know what it means either, but you know you like the feeling.
-
You donât mean to get drunk but thatâs kind of what happens when you subconsciously try to keep up with mutants with healing factors that make it almost impossible for them to get drunk.
You arrived at the party still hand-in-hand with Storm and spent the first half joined at the hip with her. Logan couldnât even get you alone for a second because every time one of you left for the bathroom the other went too without hesitation.
Logan finally finds you alone in the kitchen, looking for another drink.
âYâsure you should have more to drink?â he smiles.
You notice him then, âLogan!â you run over to hug him.
Being drunk makes you more affectionate.
âCan you mix me a drink?â you ask Logan, his arm still around your waist. It feels good there.
âMaybe you want water for now?â
You pout at him drunkenly, taking a step back and folding your arms, âYouâre just jealous you canât get drunk. Doesnât mean Iâm not allowed to.â
Logan lifts his arms in defence, ââCourse youâre allowed to, bub. Just making sure youâre up for it. What do you want?â
-
You, Logan and Storm end up in the living room at the mansion. Youâve been very entertaining in your drunk state but, more importantly, you decided to hold one of their hands each in your lap in the back of the car on the way home. They know you get like this when you drink, and theyâd never try anything with you like this, of course. But they could have a bit of harmless fun.
Itâs your idea to play never have I ever, but the two of them are just as happy to. Youâre playing the game with water instead of alcohol, but thatâs probably better for you anyway.
Storm and Logan resist the urge to make the game sexual; theyâre unsure what youâd be comfortable with if you were sober. Youâre the one who makes it explicit.
âNever have I everâŠâ youâre leaning the bottle of water against your cheek to cool yourself down, âhad a threesome.â
The room is immediately struck with tension. Logan and Storm exchange a look that you miss. How have they not thought of this before?Â
You look at them expectantly.
Itâs a perfectly innocent statement â well, innocent in a way that youâre not implying anything to them specifically. Even in your wildest thoughts youâve only fantasised about one of them at a time.Â
Your eyes are on Storm but she shakes her head. Logan drinks. He shrugs, âBeen alive for so long, you try some things.â
Youâre torn between arousal and jealousy, but settle on arousal. You forget all about the game.
âIâm not that experienced,â you tell them honestly, âIâd love to experiment a bit but I get shy. Not that Iâmâ um, not a threesome necessarily. Iâm just saying.â You clear your throat, averting your eyes.
âHow many people have you been with?â Storm asks, voice soft.
You swallow, unsure whether to count her or not. Does it count if it was with a friend? âJust my ex boyfriend.â
âThereâs been no one else?â Logan asks, and you shake your head in embarrassment.
âI told you Iâm shy.â
âNothing wrong with being shy,â he says, âIt can be endearing. Donât you think, Storm?â
When you turn to her, her eyes are already on you, âI agree.â
Your face feels hot and youâre suddenly nervous. Theyâre both flirting with you, if the alcohol isnât deceiving you, and you donât know who you like more. You think of some stupid ânever have I everâ statement to change the topic. They do you the favour of playing along.
Itâs not long until you all go to bed, going your separate ways but not without a long hug from both of them.
-
The next morning, Logan and Storm meet in front of your room. Sheâs made breakfast for you and heâs brought you water and some aspirin.
âI should have thought of that,â they say at the same time. Logan knocks at your door.
âItâs us,â Storm says after another knock.
Youâre not in your bedroom.
They look for you in the entire mansion, but youâre not there.
âMaybe sheâs walking off her hangover,â Logan shrugs, starting to eat the food Storm made for you as theyâre standing in the kitchen.
They donât see you all day.
Stormâs in the kitchen in the evening, starting to worry. She knows youâre not far, and you can handle yourself, but sheâs worried youâre embarrassed about what you said when you were drunk, or regretting what you did before the party yesterday.
There are footsteps coming down the hallway, and she knows itâs you before youâre there.
âHey,â she smiles when she sees you.
âHi.â
âHavenât seen you all day.â
âSorry,â you sit down next to her, a shy smile on your face, âDidnât mean to disappear. I just needed to think.â
Storm breathes. âYeah, thatâs okay. What were you thinking about?â Her heart starts beating faster.
âWell, Iâve been thinking about what Logan said yesterday. And I donât know if Iâm misinterpreting things and I donât want to make anything awkward between us or anythingâŠâ you look at her in worry, and she takes your hand. Sheâs not sure what you mean but she knows you need her encouragement to say it.Â
You continue, âI donât know but maybe⊠maybe Logan could show us what a threesome is like?â
All the worry on your face melts away when Storm grips your hand tighter and gets up. She grins as she pulls you upstairs.
She walks you to Loganâs room and, without knocking, pushes his door open, âMy bedroom. Right now.â He follows you without question.Â
âLock the door behind you,â Storm tells Logan when youâre all in her bedroom. Your skin is on fire.
âWhatsâs going on?â Logan has his arms folded, a smile playing on his lips.
His eyes are on you but you look over at Storm, who just smirks.
âAre you gonna make me say it again?â you ask, horrified.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, and hearing her call you that again gives you courage.
You look at the floor, âUh, I donât know if you two want to do that with me but. I was thinking maybe we could, like, have, um, a threesome?â You were a lot smoother in your head.
Logan raises his eyebrows, âYou donât know if we want to do that with you? You tellinâ me you havenât noticed whatâs been goinâ on, bub?â Heâs right in front of you now, hands holding your face.
âUhâŠâ you know he can feel your skin heating up under his fingers.
âWant you so fucking bad. Both of us,â Logan nods towards Storm.
âOh.â
(Logan decides this isnât the time to tell you that his threesome was with two guys.)
They both grin at each other and Logan walks you to Stormâs bed. They sit down on either side of you â you donât even know where to look. You donât know who to kiss first.
Storm makes the decision for you, gently turning your head towards her. You lean in without another word.
This time you get more than a peck. Her mouth is hungry and wet against yours, her lips soft. Youâre kissing messily and loudly, and you do your best not getting on top of her yet. You pull away only because Loganâs there too.
âBeen dying to do that since last night,â you smile.
âI know,â Storm giggles, âKnew you appreciated my friendly favour.â You hide your face in her neck at her teasing. Youâre not sure how you could be so stupid. Now you know itâs more than friendship.
âWhatâs that?â Logan asks, an eyebrow raised.
You bite your lip, âWeâll tell you later.â
Before he can question it, you pull Logan closer by his shirt. His kisses are rougher, but not in a bad way. His beard scratches against your cheek with the desperation in his kisses, and heâs pulling you closer. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips between your lips, and you grab a fistful of his shirt.
Storm starts kissing the side of your neck, the way she did last night, and youâre so lost in pleasure that you stop kissing Logan.
âToo hot,â you mumble, pulling off your top absentmindedly. They both stop what theyâre doing.
âYou wear stuff like this all the time?â Logan smirks, finger slipping under your bra strap. You forgot about the lingerie you put on for them.
You shake your head, âThought we might do this tonight.â
Logan grins and starts kissing your shoulder, pulling one of your bra straps down with his teeth. Storm turns your head back to her and kisses you again â gentle, teasing pecks from her soft lips to yours. She kisses over your cheek and your jaw, begins to gently nibble on your earlobe.
Logan pauses when his mouth is at your wrist, âYou know, bub, the problem with pretty lingerie like this is that it ends up coming off again real quick.â
Youâre already so horny from two pairs of lips on you that you can barely speak. âDoesnât sound like a problem to me at all,â you mumble.Â
âCan we take it off, baby?â Storm asks.
âPlease.â
You feel Stormâs fingers at your back, opening your bra, and Logan is the one who pulls it off.Â
They both sigh when they see your tits for the first time, moving to the breast closest to them. Logan thumbs over your nipple, gently playing with it while Storm wraps her lips around your other nipple. You feel yourself getting so wet.Â
âH-how aboutââ you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, âhow about you take your clothes off too.â
âHow about you take them off?â Storm bites her lip.Â
You nod quickly, lifting her top over her head to find her bare underneath. You trace your hands over her perfect tits, cupping them as your thumbs rub over her nipples and she lets out the sweetest moan.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Logan moving to take off his shirt so you quickly turn to him, grabbing hold of his shirt to do it yourself while Storm stands up to take off her trousers.Â
You pull off Loganâs shirt and, even though youâve seen him shirtless before, youâre mesmerised by the muscles and the hair and how good he looks.Â
âYâlike what you see, bub?â He smirks and you bite your lip, resisting kissing him. You move on to his belt, trying to ignore how Logan gropes your tits as you get him naked except for his boxers.Â
Storm sits between your legs, helping you out of your trousers and you all move to the middle of the bed. Youâre panting before anything has even started, âSorry, itâs just cause Iâm excited,â you breathe, grinning with anticipation.Â
âItâs okay,â Storm kisses you behind your ear.Â
âSo are we, bub,â Logan tells you, moving to press his lips to the side of your neck. He kisses further up, to your jaw, while Stormâs lips ghost over your collarbone on your other side.Â
Excitement builds up in your belly, your skin tingling all over. You kiss whoever is closer to you â itâs Logan â and start making out with him. The only way to accurately describe the kiss is to say that itâs sloppy. Loganâs devouring you, licking your lips and into your mouth.Â
You carefully feel for Stormâs face and donât stop kissing Logan until sheâs right next to you too so you can kiss her instead. She puts a hand behind your neck to pull you in, and you lean your hand on Loganâs leg to steady yourself.Â
When your hand moves just an inch, you feel how hard he is, and how big. You force yourself to pull away from Storm, your lips already kissed raw.
Loganâs thigh tenses under your hand, âHow are we gonna do this?â
âDonât know, just wanna cum,â you say. You donât want to seem petulant, but youâve never been this turned on in your life. Your underwear is soaked through and it almost hurts how badly you need to be fucked right now.
âWe got you, baby,â Logan says, âCan I take these off?â He starts to pull at the waistband of your panties where they hug your hip, and you nod quickly.
Storm gets up to walk to her nightstand, but you canât focus on her too. Your mind is on Logan all but ripping your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the carpet.Â
He takes your knees to push your thighs up to your chest as you lie down, your head supported by a pillow.
âGod, look at you. So fucking pretty. Look at her, Storm,â Logan says, spreading you open for him to take all of you in.
Storm smirks at Logan, âI know.â
You feel Loganâs eyes going between you and her, but sheâs leaning down to kiss you so all of your senses are taken over by her.
âGot this just for you, baby,â Storm stops kissing you, pulling something out of the drawer of her nightstand. Sheâs holding a pink, soft silk bag, âHad a feeling you might want to play.â She pulls out a pink dildo, and you bite your lip as she kisses you again.
Logan asks you something twice before you register what heâs saying, lightly squeezing your ankle to get your attention.
âHuh?â you pull away from the kiss.
âCan I eat your pussy?â
You nod, âBut I want you inside me.â
Logan smiles, âAlright, just let me get a taste first. Been dying to know how you taste.â
Storm lies down next to you on her stomach to kiss you some more. Her lips trail over your shoulders and move up to your neck.
Logan bends down so his face is between your legs, and he shakes his head in disbelief. âYouâre so wet already, bub. So fucking pretty,â he smiles, moving to lick all the way up your pussy once.Â
âHere,â he pulls your legs over his shoulders as he settles between them. He pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy and puts his mouth on you. His tongue on you is fast and skilled, but you still need more.
ââS not enough,â you whine, and Logan looks up, smiling.
âNeed me inside?â he asks, wiping his mouth thatâs smeared with you with the back of his hand. You nod, staring in awe as he finally takes off his boxers and you get to see his hard cock in all its glory.
âYâgonna be okay, bub? Itâs kinda big,â he teases. You can see that. But all you can do is keep staring with an open mouth and nod. Storm wipes some spit from the corner of your mouth and gives you a quick kiss.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, cupping one of your tits while she strokes over your hair with her other hand.
âYeah,â you say, eyes not leaving Loganâs cock.
âYou ready?â he asks, bending down to give you a long, wet kiss.
âMhmm, need it so bad.â
He chuckles as he spreads your legs for him again, rubbing the tip of his cock along your pussy. Itâs so wet you can hear it.
Logan slowly pushes inside you, and you gasp when he fills you up. Heâs big, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
âTheeere you go, bub. So fucking tight fâme. Taking me so well,â he starts to thrust into you in a gentle rhythm, fucking you deep but pacing himself.
It takes you a few moments to get used to his size, but Stormâs kisses at your neck help you ease into it. You canât believe this is happening â you never would have thought youâd be with either of them, especially not with both and at the same time.
âFeels so good,â you moan weakly, pulling Storm to kiss you again. You whine when she lets go, but sheâs sitting up at your side again soon, holding the dildo. You nod before sheâs even said anything.
âLet me,â she leans over to Logan, who pulls out of you. Storm fucks your pussy with the cool silicone for just a moment, and itâs wet with your arousal when she brings it up to your chest.Â
She teases you first, rubbing the wet tip of the dildo over your nipples, trailing it up your chest and over your cheek, smearing your own arousal over your face. You bite your lip in frustration, and look down to see Logan jerking off to the sight of you spread out for him. You canât decide who of them you need more.
Youâre salivating just at the thought of Storm fucking your mouth with the toy, and you hum when she rubs it across your lips.
âClose your mouth, baby,â Storm says when youâre about to take it in your mouth. She leans over you and lets her spit drop onto your mouth, smiling as she trails the tip of the dildo around your mouth, your lips desperately parting for it.
âHere, baby,â she says finally, pushing the dildo past your lips. You moan around it, taking the silicone as deep as you can.Â
Storm fucks your mouth with it and all itâs doing is making you even more horny. The sound of Loganâs slicked hand on his cock stops, and heâs grabbing your thighs to spread them more, finally fucking you again. This time his pace is rougher, and itâs exactly what you need.
Stormâs wet lips are on your jaw as she continues to push the toy in and out of your mouth as you suck on it eagerly. She bites her lip as she leans over you to watch you, pushing the dildo in just a bit more.
âDoing such a good job, baby,â she hums, holding your chin.
âYeah, being such a good girl for us,â Logan rasps, voice hoarse as he fucks you, âLook so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around a cock.â You know he can feel your pussy clench around him at his words and he smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
As you focus back on the cock in your mouth, you notice that Stormâs free hand is down her panties, and you can see her getting worked up too, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her tits.
You hum around the dildo and she pulls it out. âWanna eat your pussy,â you tell her, voice almost whiny.
She smiles, sitting up to pull down her underwear. You reach out to touch the flesh of her thigh, and all you want to do is taste her.
You get up, disregarding how Logan slips out of you as you turn around to get on all fours. Storm sits down in front of you, leaning against the headboard.
âIâve never done this,â you tell her, leaning down with your ass in the air. Logan positions your hips so he can rub the tip of his cock through your folds, and you take a moment to close your eyes and focus back on Storm.
âThatâs okay, baby,â she tells you, âI know youâll do well.â
You nod eagerly as you spread her legs, leaning in to press a kiss to her clit. Youâre addicted as soon as you taste her. You open your mouth wider to lick up all of her that you can, attaching your mouth to Stormâs pussy like you never want to let go.
Her hand goes to the top of your head, careful not to mess up your hair as she spreads her knees wider to accommodate you between them.
You lick at Stormâs clit, tongue trailing down to taste her some more. You revel in the sounds she makes when you start to make out with her pussy, all but putting your face in it.
Itâs then that Logan begins to fuck you again, pushing his dick all the way inside your wet pussy. Heâs rocking into you so much that it makes your whole body move forwards and backwards with his thrusts, and you can barely focus on Stormâs pussy.
âSorry, bubâ, Logan says from behind you when he notices that youâve stopped, but you can hear from his voice that heâs not sorry at all. You and Storm smile at each other as you grip her thigh to hold yourself in place and go down on her again.
You get the hang of eating pussy quickly, paying attention to the sounds Storm makes and what makes her knees tremble around your head.
She comes against your lips when you suck her clit into your mouth. Her hand is at the back of your head, hips chasing your face as you play with her clit through her orgasm.Â
Being between Stormâs thighs as she comes ignites a fire in your core, and Loganâs fucking you so good, getting messy from how close he is.
You push yourself up on your arms to kiss Storm, smearing her wetness over her lips as you make out. She has to hold your face so that you donât move too much with Loganâs thrusts, but youâre too weak to keep kissing her as you get closer to your orgasm.
âYou close, bub? Gonna cum inside you,â Logan grunts from behind you.
âMhmm, donât stop, please.â
âI got you, baby, I got you. Doinâ so well,â he grabs your hips to fuck you even deeper as you arch your back. He hits that sweet spot inside you, and one of his hands sneaks down over your belly to rub your clit.Â
Even though you can hear him starting to lose his breath, trying hard not to come yet, he plays with your clit in a way thatâs perfect, and your orgasm has you biting back your moans because youâre scared of how loud theyâd be.
Logan blows his load in you before youâre done coming, and it prolongs your own orgasm as he fills you with his cum, somehow even deeper inside you than he was before.
You almost collapse when heâs done with you, smiling as you roll over to lie on your back.
Storm lies down next to you and kisses you while Logan gets the bottle of water from her nightstand. She drinks a sip first and then passes it to you.
Logan chugs the rest of the water when youâre done, his adamâs apple bobbing as a drop of sweat slides down his neck. You follow it all the way over his glistening abs and down into his happy trail. You notice then that heâs hard again â or still hard â and youâve finally got the answer to that question youâve spent nights thinking about, wondering if his healing factor also applies to his sex drive.
âYou want more, bub?â Logan asks as Storm starts kissing your neck in that way she knows how to do so well.
You nod as you sit up, Storm getting the dildo as she gets behind you, Logan sitting in front of you.
âCan I fuck you, baby?â Storm asks, hand trailing down the back of your spine and over your ass as you get on all fours again.
âYeah,â you tell her, looking back at her with a smile, a new desire forming deep in you.
You get between Loganâs legs, leaning in to kiss him again. Every time his mouth is on you, it feels like heâs devouring you, and itâs one of the best feelings youâve ever had. Heâs all tongue and teeth.
âCan I suck your cock?â you ask against his lips, your mouth squished up with his hand grabbing your face.
âBeen waiting for this since I saw you for the first time, bub. Donât know if Iâll last long.â You never thought youâd hear Logan of all people say those words, but it turns you on that you could reduce even a man like Logan to nothing but his most primal needs.
You grin as you wetly kiss down his chest, arching your back so your ass is in the air for Storm.
âSo pretty,â she mumbles, lost in her own world as she runs the tip of the dildo through your folds, and you almost lose balance.
Loganâs cock leans against the side of your face as you kiss all the way down to his happy trail, and without further thought, you take him into your mouth. You can still taste a bit of yourself on him.Â
Storm starts fucking you with the dildo just as youâre getting into going down on Logan, and you pull your mouth off his cock. Somehow the dildo feels bigger in your pussy than it did with your mouth. Storm knows exactly what sheâs doing.
âDidnât realise how big it was,â you say, steadying your hands against Loganâs big thighs as you fuck back against the toy.
âNot bigger than me, bubâ Logan grumbles, and you giggle.
âWe know, big boy. Itâs not a competition,â Storm tells him, and even though you canât see their faces you know this just became a competition for them. And you really donât mind the two people you have a crush on competing on who can make you come more often.
âCan I play with your ass, baby?â Storm asks you when youâve adjusted to the toy in you and youâre back to trying to stuff all of Loganâs cock in your mouth. You moan around his dick.
âWhat was that, princess?â itâs Logan who asks.
âYeah, you can,â you turn to face Storm, âBut Iâve never done that before.â
âItâs okay. Iâll be gentle. Logan, can you pass me the lube from over there?â Logan ignores her â itâs not on purpose, but youâve gone back to putting your wet mouth on him and youâre sucking his cock, and itâs hard to focus on anything but your wet mouth.
You pull away and look up at Logan, and he passes the lube after seeing the pretty smile you give him.
âFuck, bub, so fucking gorgeous,â he says, bringing your face up to his to give you a kiss and then getting up to sit next to Storm.
âJust relax for us, baby,â Storm says, and youâll never get tired of hearing her call you that.
Logan rubs a hand across your ass cheek, kneading your flesh. He finds his discarded shirt at the edge of the bed, wiping down your inner thighs that are dripping with his cum to try and stop Stormâs sheets from getting too messy.Â
He runs his hand softly up your spine as Storm squeezes drops of lube onto your ass. Loganâs hand goes back down, settling between your legs to gently play with your clit, not to make you cum but to relax you.
âSo pretty,â Storm says absentmindedly as she rubs her thumb over your tight hole.
âCan you come over here?â you ask Logan, feeling weird with both of them at your back. You like having one at each side.
âIâm here, bub,â he sits down in front of you again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his meaty thigh instead. He gently runs the back of his hand over your other cheek as you sink down into the bed with your upper body.
Storm gently pushes the tip of her finger into your ass, âThat feel okay?â
âFeels good,â you hum, letting her go deeper as she simultaneously starts to fuck your pussy with the dildo.
âSuch a good girl, hmm?â Logan coos from above you and you sigh in pleasure.
âDoing so well,â Storm tells you, thumb hooked in your ass as she begins to fuck your pussy more roughly. You instinctively start fucking back, your hips moving on their own as you get up on all fours again.
Loganâs biting his lip as he watches you take Storm, hand reaching down to jerk off again, but you shove his hand away. âI wanna,â you pout, wrapping your hand around him.
ââM not stopping you,â he tells you, sitting back as you make him feel good with your hand.
âIâm close,â you say, suddenly feeling the pleasant pressure between your thighs, looking back at Storm who smirks at your words.
She fucks into you more roughly, the added stimulation by your ass making you tip over the edge. You let go of Logan and grab his thigh to keep your balance as your orgasm flows through you, even better than the previous one.
She pulls out of you slowly, rubbing a hand over your ass cheek.
âWanna make you cum again,â you turn to Storm.
âLater, baby, come sit on my face,â she says, and how are you meant to resist that?
She lies down on the bed and you straddle her, careful to balance your weight out on your knees rather than on her, âyou sure?â
âCâmere,â she says, pulling you down onto her face, and youâre lost in the pleasure of her tongue on your clit for a few moments before you can even open your eyes again. You take Logan by his wrist and make him stand up in front of you so you can keep sucking his cock.
You suck on Loganâs dick as eagerly as Stormâs tongue is on your pussy, spit running down to his balls like itâs running down the side of Stormâs mouth. You hover over her to let her breathe but she pulls you back down.
âDonât worry about me, I can handle you.â
She sucks on your clit with a new intensity, and you forget all about Loganâs cock as it slips out of your mouth and slides wetly across your cheek. You clumsily stick out your tongue, and Logan chuckles, âSo fucked out already, hm?â He jerks off in front of your face, holding you in place. He begins to fuck against the inside of your cheek, filling your mouth with his cock.
You hum, not really listening but simply taking his cock in your mouth as the pleasure builds up inside you when Storm pushes her tongue into you. Her hands are on your ass and she sucks on your clit harder.Â
Your back arches as you suddenly cum again, cheeks hollowing around Loganâs cock in the process as you suck him in deeper. Storm plays with your clit for a few more moments, lifting you to roll to the side, and your knees sink into the mattress.
âSuch a good girl. Yâgonna make me cum again?â Logan says from above, and you look at him with puppy eyes as you take as much of him as you can.
âBeen doinâ such a good job all night, baby. You can take him deeper,â Storm says, watching you. Youâre going down on Logan but you want her praise too, so you take as much as you can of Logan under both their gazes.
âFuuuck, babyâ Logan groans, his cum spilling down your throat as you swallow him eagerly and he fucks your mouth until heâs finished, the wet sound of his cock in your mouth echoing through the room.
When heâs done coming, Logan lifts you to kiss him, and you know you still taste like him. Storm is on your other side, and you turn to kiss her, both their hands on you as you keep kissing.
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Youâve lost count of how many orgasms youâve each had by the time you collapse in a tired heap of sweat and lust and endorphins.Â
Youâre sandwiched between them, your pussy feeling as warm as your heart.
âNot that itâs a competition but I think I made her come more times than you did,â Logan tells Storm over you.Â
She props herself up on one elbow, smirking at you, âYou wanna tell him?â
You shake your head shyly, looking over to smile at Logan. Youâre close to falling asleep, only half registering what theyâre saying anyway.
âHelped our beautiful girl calm down before the party last night. Tasted better than the birthday cake.â
Logan smiles, âCanât even be mad at you, I wouldâve done the same.â
They notice you drifting off, pressing gentle kisses to your lips one after the other. You feel Stormâs hand on your face.
âLook how gorgeous our girl is,â Logan says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Those are the last words you hear before you fall asleep.
Our girl. You like it.Â
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P.S. reblog to get a kiss from Logan and let me know your fav moment/line/whatever to get an even sloppier kiss from Storm đłđ€Â (no but seriously skhksjhgđ, I appreciate every single reblog and comment a lotttt, even if theyâre just short <333)
#Logan Howlett x reader#storm x reader#ororo munroe x reader#Logan Howlett x reader x storm#Logan Howlett smut#wolverine x reader x storm#wolverine smut#storm x men smut#x men storm smut#Logan Howlett x you#ororo munroe x you#help these tags are killing me idk what to write lol#wolverine x you#fem!reader#selfcarecap
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Little idea wiggling about in my brain...
So like *holds Danny and Billy up by the scruff of their shirts* these two bastards won't leave my brain, and for punishment I will make them kiss...
Just, the Rock of eternity technically is Shazam's (the wizards) haunt? He has been dead for a long time, living only though his champion, what if Ghost King Danny gets slapped with a post it note that reads like
"Daniel, you're required to assist the Champion of Magic as the High King of the Realms, even Pariah helped the previous Champion Black Adam."
And Danny is like, "Sure, why not, Magic is real and so are ghosts."
And like....
Sparky Danny meeting Literal Sun Beam Billy, they are both 14, it's puppy love at its finest. Danny doesn't know what to do with gay panic and Billy is just straight up "This man is my soul mate, he shall be mine." (Call iy Zeus bestowing more than just lightning)
The leauge is very concerned why Captain Marvel seems to have a seeming underage partner.
Superman squinting very hard and trying to figure this out: So...just how old is Phantom?
Billy, unaware how bad this looks: Oh I don't know honestly, it's kinda hard to tell with beings from the Realms! Though he died when he was 14!
Superman, gripping the table (which cracks a little) :And how exactly long has he been 14?
Billy, taking out his phone and flipping out pictures: Like I said, I don't really know how old he is, but there is Egyptain hieroglyphics of him! Look!
Superman, blinking at the very real looking pictures: Ahh. Fun cool cool cool...a-and how are you again Cap?
Billy mindlessly swiping the photos, excited to show off his boyfriend:Never said it, but he is definitely older than I am.
(Danny is older by a month, Billy calls him an old man for it.)
Billy gets to live full time in Danny's haunt in the Zone, Danny built him like the best house, Tucker and Sam get to meet Billy and they just are flabbergasted that Danny "I can't get a girl to date me or else she ends up wanting to kill me" Fenton has a boyfriend that has been going steady for a few months.
My brain sees like, Maddie and Jack are 100% backing Danny, they are fully supportive of their bi/gay/pan son, but in no way would they support him if he was a ghost, like they are organizing Amitys first ever Pride parade, but there is a shoot ghosts on sight order.
And just the reveal is like...
Danny gets finally tells them he is a ghost: if you start shooting me, your shooting the only Gay person you know, not very ally of you mom and Dad.
Maddie mouth open in horror: Oh no...Jack are...are we homophobic?
Jack sharing her look of fear: Great Scott...Dann-o a-are you sure...its...it's a life style right? Y-you chose this?
Danny, trying very, very hard not to laugh: It's not a life style dad! I didn't choose to Die!
Anyway, thank you for coming to my brain word vomit, I haven't slept in 20 hours.
#dc x dp#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny is a little shit#ghost king danny#billy batson#shazam#captain marvel#hiding this in the tags#but...Black Adam/Praiah Dark anyone?#i can see it#i am so tired#god let me sleep
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ANDREW GARFIELD and FLORENCE PUGH for Bustle.
Read the article, because he is wonderful.
#andrew garfield#florence pugh#the best fictional couple and the best pair of friends off the screens and only my opinion matters#best couple#i love them#they're so beautiful#bi panic#they are definitely very cool together#they're so much fun#i would watch the two together indefinitely#his smile is everything#he's so fucking beautiful#they're so adorable#she so pretty#look at him#he looks so good#we live in time#every minute counts#like đđđ#released#the press tour of we live in time will be explosive#almut & tobias#tobias and almut#press tour#bustle#photoshoot#article#gif#tasm peter parker#sincericida
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ai la by the way. anticipate much pride art come the beginning of june >:3c with everyone (three friends) leaving snapchat I must now subject you, my tumblr followers, to my creations (drawings of Death in flagrantly bad color combos)
#from the writer's den#void talks#I drew karyn and death together (platonic) bc I haven't ever in pride art to my surprise !#an important turning point in their relationship imo is right after karyn has a Gay Realization Panic and death is like Chill. its fine#Dont Stress#Dont Overthink It Youll Survive#like not only is it a big moment for her but I think it's a moment where she kind of lets go of the tension between them#just long enough to be like oh actually I am going to consciously rely on you and I'm perfectly ok with that and grateful even#especially since it comes after they have a minor falling out so its like. oh maybe I don't hate you#it'll be okay... there's ancient bi/baby pan solidarity...
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i propose a redo of race to the edge, but this time with a mature rating. imagine:
(spoilers for rtte)
actually being able to see characters deaths and wounds
more depth into snotlout and spitelouts relationship- itâs clearly not a healthy one
more depth into hiccstrid and other couples
specifically, queer couples and characters- we know gobber and snotlout are gay/bi respectively, but we never get more info on that subject
actual blood and wounds
let!!! them!!! say!!!!! fuck!!!!!
more clarification on which dragon fire hurts which dragons, and which ones donât
blood!!
ruff and tuff clearly have things to say that are not age appropriate, let them say it
could go more in depth with the scarier side of the dragons
show the effects of characters getting wounded!!!!
just. everything about dagur.
could go more in depth with fishlegsâs anxiety?
on that note, all of the gangâs mental health- hiccup clearly overworks and blames himself for everything, astrid has obvious anger issues and pent up rage, snotlout pretends to think heâs better than everyone else to mask his cripplingly low self esteem, fishlegs 100% has anxiety or some kind of panic disorder, ruff is already canonically frustrated with being âa woman in a manâs worldâ and doesnât feel appreciated enough, and tuff doesnât seem to value his own well being very much- not to mention that he literally has hallucinations sometimes
and dagur definitely has something that causes him to be in a constant state of mania
gustav and his parents- he said his mother only notices heâs gone after the third day????
at least one person on berk has (consensually) fucked a dragon. give me some background on that.
at least half of the riders cursing like sailors
being able to show sicknesses better- the time astrid caught the scourge of odin, the time astrid got deathly poisoned, plus the time astrid went blind (astrid sure does get beat up a lot damn)
just give me all the things we couldnât have as kids!!!! blood!!! gore!!!!!!! death!!!!!!! cursing!!!!!! gays!!!!!!!!! abusive relationships!!!!!!!!! kissing that doesnât look awkward and forced!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! monster fuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! come on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that is all, thank you for your time
#how to train your dragon#httyd rtte#race to the edge#rtte#httyd#ruffnut and tuffnut#ruffnut thorston#tuffnut thorston#httyd ruffnut#httyd tuffnut#hiccup haddock#httyd hiccup#hiccstrid#hiccup how to train your dragon#hiccup and toothless#astrid hofferson#httyd astrid#httyd snotlout#snotlout jorgenson#snotlout snotlout oi oi oi#fishlegs ingerman#httyd fishlegs#rtte dagur#httyd dagur#dagur the deranged
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Ambrosia | billie eilish
Billie Eilish x Female!Reader
Summary:Â Your avoidant attachment style can only work for so long until it's time to face the music.
Word Count:Â 6.6k
Warnings:Â Bi panic, hurt/comfort, fluff
Part II
A/N:Â If you've gone to see her on tour, you and I are in a fight.
You had been acting off. You knew it. And you weren't a very good actress so you could tell your friends knew it too. But no one had said anything, at least not yet. You had tried to drop hints of work being stressful or your lease ending soon but they were halfhearted and pitiful attempts to camouflage your real turmoil.
You could tell Billie knew it too. Her eyes lingered on you a little longer when someone would say a joke and everyone would laugh and you would be quiet in the corner consumed by your thoughts. A few times she called your name to pull you back into the conversation, a quirked eye brow and side smirk barely concealing the confusion or concern lingering in her eyes. Sometimes it was a gentle nudge in the side or handing you a fresh drink to pull you back from your mind. And it would work for a while until you couldn't stop focusing on how close she was sitting to you on the couch or how every time she would laugh her body would lean into yours and you would feel her warmth and smell her perfume. And then you would be sucked right back into the buzzing thoughts of panic and fear and confusion and you would be plotting your escape route before you imploded.
Tonight was harder than usual. You had been in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and sipping your third beer that was finally giving you a little buzz, softening your brain for the time being. Oliver had come up to you with an award winning grin and glinting eyes. He was a friend of a friend but he seemed to be at every party you were and slowly but surely you started talking and flirting every time you saw each other. You knew if you wanted someone to dance with or chat or make out in the bathroom you could find him and he would give you his charming smile and an enthusiastic yes.
Only tonight it was different. Everything had felt different since your startling realization on the floor of your room a month ago. You noticed him before he reached you and instead of the usual feelings of excitement or anticipation, all you felt was anxiety. Your stomach had been in knots on and off all night and suddenly at the sight of him they were back to full power.
"I thought I'd never find you," he mused, strolling up to you and leaning his torso against the marble counter top. "I thought maybe you were avoiding me."
You let out a soft puff of a laugh, taking a larger gulp of your beer before replying, "I'm avoiding everyone.â
He quirked an eyebrow, pushing back a brown tuft of hair out of his forehead. "For any particular reason?"
You pursed my lips, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, thinking about how to respond. "Just, tired, I guess," was your intelligent response.
"Just tired, you guess," he echoed, eyebrows raising further as he tilted his head at you. His eyes were piercing and you could feel him trying to peel back the layers of your newfound shell.
"Too tired to even dance with me?" he asked, giving you a soft, playful nudge in the side. You tried to give him a smile though you were sure it looked more like a wince.
"I'm sorry, Oliver, I'm justâ" You struggled to find the words, the knots tightening in your stomach, "âout of it today."
He let out a hum, taking a sip of his IPA, and stared at you long and hard.
"Is this about a boy?" he questioned.
You winced but it only seemed to encourage him.
"So it is. C'mon, I'm not upset that you have a crush, Iâm just upset its not on me," he joked, nudging you again. When you didnât respond he continued.
"So," he repeated, "Who is it? I promise I'll keep it a secret."
You shook my head, taking another large sip of your drink like it could wash away the anxiety blooming in your chest.
"Is it Ben? You guys used to talk didn't you?" he continued, eyes now scanning the busy kitchen and through the archway peaking into the living room.
"Or Sebastian? I know he's always had a thing for you. He glares at me sometimes," he let out a chuckle.
"Oliverâ" You tried to cut him off.
"Wait no, it's Griffen isn't it? God, I should've guessed that first."
"Oliver, stop, please," You put a hand up to rub the spot between your forehead that was starting to ache.
He looked back at you and frowned. "I get it, you don't have to tell me. I have been told I give good advice though," he said.
You looked up at him. His big brown eyes were sincere and there was a time when they used to make butterflies erupt in your stomach. But now it was like any fascination you had had with him before had puffed out like a candle.
"Listen, I appreciate that, butâ" You let out a breath, trying to choose your words carefully, "this has nothing to do with a boy."
"You sure?" he replied, skeptical. Your stomach twisted again.
"I'm sure," You breathed.
He left you alone after that, strolling away to find his next playmate. You stood there for a while, people watching and sipping on your beer. It didn't take you long to notice Billie with a few of your friends, perched on a couch in the living room, a perfect view from the kitchen. Someone said something and she laughed, throwing her head back, hair glinting in the low lighting. You stared for longer than you should've.
And then she finally noticed you. Her eyes caught yours and her smile morphed into a softer more tentative one. The anxiety that had been appeased for the moment roared back to life and you felt your heart rate quicken to the point that you could feel your pulse in your neck. You looked away, clenching onto your near empty beer can before sliding it onto the counter. You looked up to see the far door to the balcony and before you could think your legs were taking you there.
It was surprisingly empty and the chill of the autumn air felt refreshing against your burning cheeks. You leaned your elbows on the metal railing, taking in a few deep breaths as your eyes scanned the glowing lights of the city skyline.
You felt like you were going crazy. Everything you had known about yourself had suddenly flipped on its head on a random Tuesday and now you couldn't function normally. You were overthinking everything. All of your relationships, all of your friendships, all of your actions. How could you have not known? How could it have taken you this long? Don't people usually know right away?
"Hey," her voice hit you like an electrical shock. You jumped slightly and usually this would've made her chuckle but you could tell she knew something wasn't right. "Sorry," she said, her voice a hair softer, "I didn't mean to scare you."
You finally turned to look at her as she was closing the sliding door behind her. Her eyes seemed cautious and she took slowed steps towards you like you were a frightened animal.
"No, it's fine. Sorry, I'mâ" losing my mind, "just a little tired."
She came to stand next to you, leaning her arms on the railing as well, and nodded. A few pieces of dark hair fluttered in the crisp breeze and your eyes lingered for a moment. You took in her side profile, the slope of her nose, flush of her cheeks, the pinched wrinkle between her eyebrows. She was quiet for a while, eyes looking out at the city, seeing through it like it wasn't even there at all.
"You seem to be tired all the time now," she finally said, her voice low and soft. You could hear her attempt at light humor, trying break the tension that had settled between you as the weeks went on but you could read her well and you could see the worry etched on her face and feel the apprehension in her words.
"Yeah," was all you could muster to reply. Your mind flashed back to all of the plans you had turned down or cancelled on last minute under the ruse you were tired. You turned your attention back to the city, trying hard to focus your eyes anywhere but her face.
You could practically hear the thoughts buzzing in her head, all the words and questions she had for why you had suddenly sunk into yourself. And why you had suddenly started avoiding her. She let out a soft sigh. You could feel her gaze on the side of your cheek but you couldn't bring yourself to look at her.
"Are you doing okay?" she asked, voice even softer than before.
You bit the inside of your cheek. You weren't sure how to respond. Any wrong word and you might very well burst into tears.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You replied. You tried to sound nonchalant but even you could hear the slight waver in your voice. You moved your hands to grip the railing, an attempt at grounding yourself so you didn't lose your resolve in front of her. You were already thinking about an escape route, maybe to the bathroom to cry or maybe straight out the front door where you could call someone to come pick you up.
She paused for a moment, staring at you. You could tell she was trying to read between the lines, hear the words you weren't saying. And you knew if you met her eyes she would be able to pull them from you in an instant.
"You know," she paused again, her eyes still boring into the side of your face, "usually I don't pry because you always come to me when you're ready butâ"
She let out another sigh, finally pulling her gaze away and back towards the twinkling night. She tapped her fingers softly on the railing. You could hear her rings making gentle clinks against the metal. It was a tell tale sign she was nervous or agitated, or maybe both.
"You're worrying me a little." She took another breath. "And I just want to make sure you're alright because I can tell something is bothering you even if you're not ready to tell me what it is yet."
You could feel your eyes start to sting and your hands were starting to freeze from clenching the cold steel of the railing for so long but you didn't dare move them for fear their fidgeting would give you away. But your throat had tightened to the point that you weren't sure you could say any word without it sounding strained and threatening tears.
"Andâ" she started again, her voice taking on a slightly pained sound, "if I did something that upset you I'm really sorry. I know I can be a lot sometimes but I don't want that to make you uncomfortable or . . ." She trailed off, grimacing at her own words.
You finally plucked up the courage to look at her. She looked pained and you felt the anxiety in your stomach turn to dread. She looked so worried and it was obvious that your strange behavior had been affecting her for a while now. And somehow she knew she was the cause.
"You started acting strange after the last time we hung out and Iâ" she scrunched her face up in regret, "âdidn't mean to do anything that would make you uncomfortable and sometimes I get too comfortable and I forget to check myselfâ" she let out a frustrated sigh. You turned your gaze away sharply.
Your mind spun back to that moment a month ago, both of you sitting on the floor of your room. You didn't even remember what you had been talking about but you remembered your stomach had cramped from laughing so hard. And your faces were so close together. And she had started playing with your hair, first brushing it behind your ear and then twirling a strand or two. And then her finger had brushed so lightly against your cheek once, then twice, then it travelled down your jaw then towards your neck and left goosebumps and tingles in its wake and then so suddenly like a bolt of lightening you had wanted her to kiss you.
Your whole life you had thought you only liked boys. You had only ever had crushes on boys and dated boys and then suddenly you wanted a girl and you had to double back through every interaction in your life to see if you had been deluding yourself, refusing to acknowledge this second side of you. And it was an earthshaking realization that you hadn't even known yourself and that you had been so blind to it.
And then the worst part about it was that it wasn't just any girl but it was your best friend. The most major, important, integrated person in your life and suddenly you had feelings for her and you had no idea what to do.
"I justâI didn't mean to let it getâ" she cut herself off, letting out another frustrated huff.
You couldn't risk looking at her. Your eyesight was already blurring from the moisture building up in your waterline and you knew if you made a sound it would cause them to start falling, ruining any last shred of dignity you had left.
You could feel her gaze on you again, penetrating and heavy and from the corner of your eye you could see her shoulders sag and her head dip slightly.
She was quiet for another few seconds before murmuring a quiet, "I'm sorry."
It made your heart clench painfully and you wanted to turn to her and reassure her that nothing was her fault and you were just dealing with your own inner turmoil but you could already feel a few tears escaping your eyes and rolling hot and fast down your wind-bitten cheeks.
She took your silence as rejection and pulled back suddenly from the balcony. "I'll, um, leave you be for a little. If, uhâ" her voice sounded pinched and low and you could picture the look of defeat on her face and it made you feel like throwing up.
"If you need a lift home, just, uh, let me know," she murmured.
She turned around and took a few steps to the door, hand resting on the handle. You turned to look at her, sudden panic and desperation clawing at your neck at the thought of her leaving even though a second ago that was all you had wanted.
"Bilâ" Her name got caught in your throat that had tightened so much you felt like you were choking.
She turned quickly, shock filtering across her features as she noticed the tears.
"Are you crying?" her voice held a quiet tone of surprise but it was enough for the rest of the tears you had been desperately holding back to break free.
You cupped your hands over your eyes, a hiccup of a sob leaving your lips, and pressed your sleeves into your eyelashes in a piteous attempt to dry up your tears. You heard her whisper your name before you felt her in front of you.
"Please don't cry. I didn't realizeâ" Her hands went to your shoulders, squeezing slightly before pulling you forward until you could feel her torso pressing against yours and feel her arms winding around your body.
It was useless fighting your emotions. They had always won before. It was silly of you to think you could beat them now. You felt yourself sink into her, your hands moving to wind around her neck, pressing your cheek against her warmth.
"I'mâI'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were so upset. Iâ" she sounded like she couldn't find her words, still surprised by your reaction. Her arms tightened around you, one of her hands reaching up to cup the crown of your head.
She dragged her hand down the back of your head, fingers raking through your hair, brushing against your scalp. You stood there for a while, your tears soaking into the sleeve of your shirt, her delicately stroking your head, dolling out a few hushed apologies even though there was nothing for her to be apologizing for.
Finally, when your choking whimpers and nearly ceaseless tears quieted down, she pulled back. She pulled her sleeve over her hand and pressed it gently against your cheek and with slow and deliberate movements she wiped away the wetness on your face. It was an intimate enough gesture to bring more tears to your eyes but she tutted at you.
"Come on, baby. I don't want you to run yourself ragged," she cajoled though her voice was still hushed and the worry never left her face.
'Baby' hit you right in the chest. She had called you that before, and more often in recent memory, and though it had always made you feel warm it had never quite knocked the breath out of you like now.
She swiped her thumb over your eyelid, then the other, brushing the new tears from your lashes. Then she swiped the delicate skin under your eyes, once, twice, maybe a third for good measure. You couldn't tell where the flush in your cheeks from the cold stopped and the blush began. Her eyes now held yours and in the darkness their hue was almost as dark as the deepest part of the ocean and you could see the lights of the city glittering in her irises like she had plucked all of the stars from the sky and sprinkled them in her eyes. And for a second time you were breathless.
"Why don't I take you home?" she breathed, eyes now flittering around your face.
You wanted to reply with something witty, something to ease the tension even a hint but you couldn't find your words. All you could do was give her a nod. She held out her hand to you and like it was second nature you took it. Her rings were cool against your skin but her hand was warm and soft and she gave you a reassuring squeeze before gently tugging you back inside the apartment.
She didn't bother to say goodbye to anyone. You were sure she was doing it for your sake. You knew you looked like a mess. Her car was parked on the street and she opened the passenger door for you and waited until you were seated before shutting it and going towards the driver's side.
She didn't say anything, only turned the radio on to a comfortable buzz before starting in the direction of your apartment. You leaned your forehead against the cool glass of the window and shut your eyes tight, trying to take in the small moment of peace before you knew you would have to finally explain yourself. You could feel her heavy glances and for a moment you swore she was going to reach out to touch you but she didn't and soon enough you were pulling into the parking garage of your apartment.
She pulled into one of the designated spots for your unit, the other one reserved for your roommate. It was essentially hers since you didn't have a car and the familiarity of her pulling in like normal when she hadn't done it for a month had your heart clenching again.
The elevator ride was quiet as was the walk to your unit. When you opened the front door, your roommate and her boyfriend were cozied up on the couch, watching the newest slasher flick. You had calmed down enough to offer them a pleasant greeting as you took your shoes off and they turned their attention from the glowing TV to respond. You could see the peaked interest on your roommate's face at the sight of Billie standing next to you who she hadn't seen since that fateful day.
"Let us know if we need to turn the volume down," your roommate said and you gave her a small smile before leading Billie down the hall and to your room, shutting the door behind you.
For the first time ever, she looked somewhat lost being in your room. You were so used to her sprawling on your bed, borrowing your clothes without needing to ask, using far too much of your body wash when she took a shower and now she was lingering by the door, arms crossed over her chest like she was too scared to touch anything. You dropped your bag onto your desk and sunk down to sit on the bed. You patted the spot next to you.
"You can come sit," You said, before adding, "If you want."
She relaxed slightly and nodded, shrugging off her jacket onto your desk chair before taking the space next to you. You sat there in a thick silence. You opened your mouth to speak but your courage was depleting at a rapid rate and your eyes kept flashing back to that moment a month ago, seeing you both like ghosts sitting on the floor in front of you. She finally broke the silence first.
"I just want to say that," she took a steadying breath, eyes focused on her hands that were wringing nervously in her lap, "I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable and I'm sorry that I overstepped a boundary."
You let your eyes wander over her face. Her brows pulled together, furrowing slightly as she thought back to that day.
"I know you don't have those feelings and Iâ" she shook her head, pieces of dark hair falling into her face making her brush them back behind her ears.
"I shouldn't have let myself get close like that. It wasn't fair to you," she admitted, letting out an irritated exhale.
She was quiet again. You weren't sure if she was waiting for you to answer or trying to find the words to keep going. You felt your pulse quicken as you stared at her. She lifted her head and her eyes met yours and again you were breathless. She had always been beautiful but you had never let yourself view her as anything more than a friend. And now looking at her you had the crushing realization that you didn't think you could ever view her as anything but anymore.
"Billie," your voice was quiet and you didn't realize what you were going to say until the words were spilling out of your mouth.
"I love you."
She blinked at you, eyes wide and flickering between yours. And then she grimaced. You couldn't help but feel the wash of rejection settle in your chest.
"Don't say that," she said, shaking her head and looking like you had just slapped her.
"Why?"
She stood up abruptly, like being close to you was suddenly suffocating her. She crossed her arms back in front of her chest, eyes looking around your room but focusing on nothing.
"Because you don't mean it," she muttered, her eyes following the myriad of pictures and polaroids you had decorated over your wall, her face smiling back in more than a few of them.
"What do you mean?" You almost laughed at the absurdity. "Of course I do."
She shook her head again and turned back to look at you and you were taken aback at the sudden anger swirling in her eyes.
"You fell of the face of the planet four weeks ago," she snapped. Her eyes were narrowed and her thick liner made them look darker than normal.
"You barely answered my texts. I thought I had done something horrible. And then when I realized what I had done you were no where to be found for me to apologize. You iced me out so fast it made my head spin!"
You couldn't help but gape at her. She bit her lip, her eyes now glimmering with her own tears threatening to fall. The sight of them made your insides coil up so tight you almost felt faint.
"One second we're talking about the future, laughing at the possibility that we could ever live apart from each other and the next second you're gone like I was suddenly nothing to you," she exclaimed, her voice raising in a mix of anger and pain. A couple of stray tears rolled down her cheeks and she angrily wiped them away with the back of her hand.
"You can't just leave me like that and then . . . and thenâ" she let out a shuddering breath, "say you love me."
You felt your tears resurface, stinging against your lashes as you stared at her. Guilt was wrapping around you like vines and you couldn't believe you didn't realize how much you had hurt her from pulling away like that.
"And it's not fair because you don't even mean it. Notâ" she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment like she could force her tears back.
"It doesn't mean the same thing to you,â she finally met your eyes, "Not in the way that it does to me."
"Billie, Iâ" You felt your breath get caught in your throat, "I'm so sorry."
She stared at you for a painstakingly long moment before the anger seeped out of her and was replaced by dejection. She sunk down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
"Noâ" she rested her forehead against her knee, her face now hidden from your gaze, "I'm sorry. I justâYou'd think at this point I'd be able to deal with it better, you know? But it doesn't seem to get any easier."
You got up from your spot on the bed and sunk down to the floor with her.
"You have feelings for me," You suddenly realized, eyes scanning her as if you were trying to see what you had been missing all this time.
She let out a humorless laugh. "Brutal, isn't it?â
She chuckled again, raising her head to rest her chin on the top of her knee.
"You don't even like girls. And I can't seem to like anyone but you," she admitted, her voice rasping at the end. It sounded like she had accepted her fate long ago and you couldn't help but feel the pang of regret in your chest at wishing you had realized this so much earlier.
"I tried to make it go away. But sometimes I would just let myself pretend just for a second that you felt the same way," she let out a heavy breath.
"The last time I was here, I just, I let myself pretend a little too long and I got carried away."
She met your eyes and a few rouge tears dropped down her cheeks. Instinctively, you reached out and brushed them away, cupping her face and swiping your thumbs across the swells of her cheeks. She closed her eyes and you watched her face relax for a fleeting moment before the anguish was creeping back in again.
"You can't do that," she whispered, eyes blinking open as she pulled her face out of your hands. "You're only gonna make it worse."
You stared at each other for a few moments, the air heavy and thick with emotion. But you could feel your resolve strengthening after she bared her heart to you. You figured it was only fair to do the same.
âI love you,â you repeated, this time more firm than the last.
She winced again like the words were painful to hear.
âI mean it,â you said, âI love you.â
She shook her head, not believing your words or maybe thinking you didnât understand her.
âYou donât,â she denied, opening her mouth to retort again but you cut her off.
âI do,â you insisted. âPlease, justâLet me explain.â
She closed her mouth, blinking at you before giving you a short nod.
"I grew up in a very traditional household," you started, taking a wavering breath to ready yourself. "My whole life I was surrounded by nothing but heterosexuality. My parents, my relatives, all of my friends. And I had always liked boys but it had never crossed my mind that I might like girls too."
"And when I met you I knew you were going to be so special to me. It was kind of frightening how quickly we grew attached. But I had always valued my close friendships with girls that I justâ" you shook your head, eyes straying to your hands nestled in your lap, "I hadn't realized that sometimes my feelings went beyond the scope of platonic."
"But last month, when you were here and we were talking I . . . I had this sudden realization that I wanted you to kiss me.â
You looked up to see her eyes boring into you. She kept so still like she was worried one wrong move and you would close back up.
âI had to . . . comb back through my life to make sense of it. I didnât realizeâI thought you just knew. I thought it was so crazy of me to only realize now and . . . how stupid could I be for not knowing I felt like this.â
You shut your eyes, thinking back through all those memories you had replayed over and over again.
âAnd then I thought back to moments between us,â you let out a shaky exhale, feeling your eyes sting, âHow close we get, the things we talk about. How I donât let anyone do the things you do. How I always look to you first for anything.â
You could feel her penetrating gaze even with your eyes shut.
âAnd then I just . . . I didnât know what I was supposed to do. Your friendship is so important to me but I didnât know how to be around you without confronting these new feelings. And I couldnât,â you winced, letting out another shaky sigh, âI couldnât bare the thought of losing you because of them.â
It was so quiet for a moment you thought maybe she had left. But after a few beats of silence you heard her shuffle towards you and then slowly her arm curved around your back and she was pulling you into her.
âYou could never lose me,â she said so softly it was nearly a whisper, her voice thick with emotion.
You bit your lip hard to stop it from trembling. Her other hand found your face and cupped your cheek, nudging you to look up at her. You opened your eyes to be met with her anguished expression, eyes glossy in the dim lighting, eyeliner smudged at the sides.
âAnd youâre not stupid,â she said, brows furrowing further.
âBut how could I not have knownââ
âThat doesnât make you stupid. Thereâs no calendar for this shit,â her thumb danced softly over the plush of your cheek, so light, so delicate, you couldnât help but lean into it.
âSo you believe me?â you finally asked after another bout of silence.
âThat you love me?â she questioned, a rasp in her tone. You nodded.
She moved her hand to stroke back your hair from your face, thumb lingering on your hairline as she brushed back the soft baby hairs.
âYes,â she finally conceded, eyes roaming around your face like this was the first time she was able to openly admire it. Her face drew closer and you could feel the warmth of her breath graze your lips.
âYou just canât go cold on me like that again,â she breathed, her eyes so blue and captivating like this was some sort of spell she was weaving on you. âI felt insane.â
You let out a weak chuckle. She mirrored your smile, eyes straying to your lips.
âIâm sorry,â you murmured, making her eyes meet yours again, âI really am.â
âI know, baby,â she replied.
That was all it took for you to lean in and kiss her. She took a sharp intake of breath, maybe in surprise, but her lips responded to yours in an instant. They were so soft, velveteen and silky, and you could smell her sweet perfume overwhelming your senses. And she tasted like honey and mint and ambrosia and you couldnât believe you hadnât kissed her before.
Her hand raked through your hair, curving around the back of your neck, massaging the tendon as her kisses grew deeper and sweeter. You felt your mind start to mellow into a hypnotic buzz where you couldnât think much past her and her satin lips and her soft exhales fanning over your face. Her other hand slid around your torso, palm centering on the small of your back, before she was pulling you into her and up onto her lap.
âFuck,â you breathed between kisses, wrapping your arms around her neck so you could press yourself in further.
Slowly her kisses strayed from your lips, tracing the edge of your jaw. She nudged her cheek against the underside of your jaw making your head lift so she could press fiery kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck. You dug your fingers into her hair, tightening your hold when she found an extra sensitive spot making her let out a pleased hum against your skin that vibrated and tickled.
âBilââ You could barely speak, so consumed by her ministrations.
She littered kisses on your neck and over your pulse point where you were sure she could feel how fast your heart was beating. You felt her grin against your skin, nipping softly before apologizing with a searing kiss. Your body was turning lax and her arms tightened around your torso, anchoring you to her.
Then her lips were moving back up, leaving a wake of tingles as they climbed before they found yours again. You kissed back eagerly, trying to convey everything you werenât able to in words, your guilt, your fear, your worry, your adoration, your love. And she drank you in, evaporating the remnants of your anxiety and doubt.
It took you a moment to realize one of her hands had slipped under the back of your shirt, her palm warm and pleasing against your bare skin. She dragged her nails lightly down your spine and you couldnât help but shiver at the sensation. You felt her smile against your lips and after pressing one, two, a third, another kiss she finally relented, pulling her head back so she could look at you.
Your eyes fluttered open, dazed. Hers were half-lidded and penetrating and her lips were a bright pink, bruised and swollen. Her free hand reached back up, pushing your hair back and stroking her fingers delicately along your cheek.
âI love you too,â she murmured, voice so soft you couldâve missed it.
A flood of warmth filled your chest and a blush rose on your cheeks and she seemed unable to stop herself from leaning in and pressing a kiss against the flushing skin.
âI really missed you,â you confessed, sighing in contentment as her lips lingered on your cheek.
âNot as much as I did,â she said, leaning back again so she could look at you. She rested her head back against the foot of the bed, looking at you low through her dark lashes.
âNo I was going crazy,â you admitted and she let out a spluttering laugh. You smiled for the first time in what felt like forever, gaze lingering on her squinting eyes and the small dimple that appeared on her chin.
âDude, I was out of my mind. I wouldnât shut up about you. I literally wrote a fucking song because you were ignoring me,â she confessed.
âNo way,â you laughed, delighted at the thought that she would ever like you enough to write a song about you.
âI did,â she affirmed, snickering, moving both of her arms down to rest behind your back, tugging you in again so you sat higher on her lap.
âWill you let me hear it?â you asked, moving your hands down to her neck, finding the soft baby hairs at her nape and brushing your thumbs against the sides.
âI was really in my feels,â she warned.
âThatâs okay,â you said and she smiled at you so softly that you felt a swirl of butterflies erupt in your stomach.
âOkay,â she said, biting her lower lip, eyes flashing back down to yours.
âReally?â
âMhm, you just canât make fun of me though,â she replied and you let out another soft laugh at the thought.
âIâve never made fun of you in my entire life,â you said unable to stop your smile and she guffawed at you.
âStill a shit liar I see,â she retorted.
âIâve never lied either,â you said, grinning and she squeezed your side making you let out a shocked giggle.
ââNo, Iâm fine Billie. Iâm just tired. Nothing is wrong and Iâm not ignoring youâ,â she paraphrased, poking fun now at your sorry excuses for avoiding her.
You groaned half in regret, half in embarrassment.
âI mean, itâs not entirely a lie. I was sleeping like shit,â you admitted.
She hummed, eyes seemingly now noticing the darker shadows lurking under your eyes, your makeup long gone from all of your tears.
âI was too,â she said, taking a deep sigh, âHow do you think I had time to write a whole song?â
You laughed again and she smiled at you. All of the worry and sadness that had clouded her face for the past few weeks had finally left. She looked like she had her sparkle back and you felt breathless at the thought that it was because of you.
âWould you, um,â your eyes flickered between hers, suddenly nervous, âwanna stay the night?â
She let out an affronted laugh. âDid you think I wanted to leave?â
âI was just checking. I didnât wanna push you or anything,â you replied, narrowing your eyes at her but unable to quell your smile.
âI know, baby. And I appreciate it,â she cooed, leaning in to kiss your cheek again.
âI like when you call me that,â you confessed, the words leaving your lips before you could even think to stop them.
âYeah?â Her grin deepened and you nodded, your cheeks warm. She hummed again.
She stared at you for another long moment, eyes scanning your face, her hand reaching up to brush your hair back. Your eyes fluttered shut at the comfort.
âYouâll tell me next time when youâre this upset?â she asked, voice softer now.
You blinked open your eyes. Her worry was seeping back and you felt the guilt pool in your stomach again but you pushed it back, confident in the fact that you couldnât ignore her again even if you tried.
âI promise.â
She stared at you long and hard. And then she leaned in and pressed another silken kiss to your lips.
âGood because otherwise Iâm breaking down your door,â she mumbled against your lips and you couldnât contain your laugh. And then she pressed in further, kissing away all the guilt and fear that lingered, replacing it with nothing but the touch of her lips.
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prompt: im not gay, but my husband is.
(I loved those scenes in 911 and lonestar where they only wanted the straight white guy to work on them, so I think it would be funny happening with married, bi buck!)
âNo, I don't want you touching me.â
They'd been sent on a call to a woman's residence. She had fallen in her driveway on the way to her car. From the moment they pulled up, trouble had started. She didn't want Hen touching her, wouldn't accept help from Chimney, and the second she spotted Diaz on Eddie's uniform she stopped him.
âWell, you're a straight, white man, Bobby,â Chimney said with a smile. âYou wanna take the lead?â
âWait,â Eddie put his hands on his hip, âdo interracial relationships matter to you too?â he asked the woman. âBecause, if so, Bobby's out.â
She looked around at everyone in a panic. âYou!â she exclaimed when her eyes met Buck's. âYou can do it, right?!â
âYes, I am capable of placing a splint on your leg,â he said with no enthusiasm as Hen handed over the splint.
He bent down to get started but she held her arm out to stop him. âYou're normal, right? You're not married to someone,â she glanced up at Bobby, âdifferent, are you? Not gay or anything?â
âOh, no ma'am, I'm not gay,â Buck assured her, before adding with a flash of his ring, âmy husband is though.â
âY- Your what?â
âMy husband.â
âSo you are gay?â
âMa'am, please don't get him started,â Hen begged. âHe will not shut up once he gets going.â
âThere are actually some people that believe bisexuality doesn't exist,â Buck began, waving a finger to emphasize his point. The groans from the rest of the 118 didn't detour him. âIt has been proven to cause mental health issues for people who identify as such, and in extreme cases-â
âOkay, okay,â Bobby interrupted, patting Buck's back a couple of times to get him to stop. âThis lady is very clearly âin distressâ and we should be focused on helping her.â He stared over at the woman, âIf she'll let any of us.â
âCan't you call another team or something? One that isn't filled with minorities and heathens?â
âThe 112?â Hen suggested.
Eddie shook his head. âAll women crew today.â He looked down at the lady, âI'm guessing you wouldn't like that?â
âThey're just not as capable as men,â she whined.
â143?â Chimney asked.
Buck stood back up. âWith Captain Garcia?â
âNo!â She yelled.
â217?â Eddie offered.
Buck perked up at that. He smiled at the lady on the ground. âYou'd get to meet my husband!â he exclaimed. âHe's working ground ops today. I could call him, give him a heads up?â He bent back down to the woman's level. âHe is the gay one though.â
The woman groaned before pushing herself up and grabbing her purse, jerking away at Buck's attempt to help. âYou know what? I'm just gonna take myself to the hospital,â she said as she started to hobble away.
âSay hello to Dr. Cohen for us,â Bobby said, sending her off with a wave. She let out one more angry yelp before getting into her car and slamming the door.
*****
Tommy had gotten home about an hour before Buck, already dressed in a white button down shirt tucked into black dress pants for dinner reservations they had that night.
When he heard the sounds of Buck's car door shutting, he headed to the front door and opened it, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
âHey you,â he said with a smile.
Buck smiled back, dropping his duffel the second he reached the porch. He immediately wrapped himself around Tommy, surprising him with a kiss that elicited a moan from him.
âI got to call you my husband at work today,â Buck explained between kisses as Tommy gripped his waist. He led Tommy backward into the house, kicking the door shut behind him. âTwice.â
Tommy breathed out a laugh, pulling back just enough to look into Buck's eyes. âThis was your first shift back after our honeymoon,â he reminded him. âSo you lasted, what, twelve hours into your workday before mentioning me?â
Buck shook his head. âIt was our first call of the day,â he informed him. âMore like two hours.â
Tommy hummed, running his hands up and down Buck's waist. âYour whole team owes me double then,â he said before pressing a gentle kiss to Buck's lips.
It was Buck's turn to pull back this time. âWhat are you talking about?â
âThey were taking bets on how long it would take for you to mention you were married. I said it'd be less than twelve hours, and you'd mention it more than once. Wait-â He paused, then gave Buck's waist a squeeze, âdid you mention bisexual erasure?â
Buck sighed, his shoulders slumping. âIt's an important topic, Tommy!â
Tommy simply smiled. âI hit the jackpot, Babe.â
âYou placed bets on me?â Buck asked with his eyebrows furrowed.
âMhm,â Tommy replied. He shrugged. âI won like five hundred dollars.â
Buck's eyes darkened at that. In one quick motion, he turned them and shoved Tommy against the door, pawing at his shirt to get it untucked. âThat's so hot,â he moaned, smashing his mouth against Tommy's in a sloppy kiss.
They never did make their dinner reservations.
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