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tysonbaerrie · 5 years ago

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can i request a tiny lil fic about tyler’s 1000th game ceremony with jamie as his whatever and their year old daughter and all his dogs (i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this since cogliano’s ceremony) please and thank you!!

Okay, I love this prompt. Thank you so much! So, I based the ceremony off of the one they just had for Cogs, because it’s the only one I’ve seen. So, here is 1k words of pure Bennguin fluff.

Tyler’s twitching with nerves as he pulls his jersey over his head. He’s used to the regular pre-game nerves, but these nerves are different. It’s his 1,000th NHL game tonight, and there will be a ceremony commemorating it before the puck drops. Tyler’s never been averse to attention, but this is a milestone he wasn’t always sure he’d reach.

After his struggles in Boston he thought maybe once he was settled into Dallas.

Then, he’d fallen in love with his captain, something they’d had to keep secret for years. Tyler was sure that, if it ever became public knowledge, that would spell the end of his career.

Then, half-asleep in their bed three years ago, Tyler had pulled Jamie close and asked him to marry him. Told him that he wanted the world to know how much Tyler loved him. That if it meant the end of hockey he’d be okay with that because, at the end of the day, he’d still have Jamie.

They’d gone public, a photo of them together with the dogs on both of their instagram accounts and a joint interview with You Can Play. It hadn’t been easy, some of the hits they took that much harder on the ice, but when they said “I do” a few months later, they had the Cup between them at the altar.

Now, Jamie was sitting next to Tyler, Klinger chirping them as Tyler’s foot rested in Jamie’s lap, letting Jamie lace up his skate. Tyler leaned into Jamie’s hand when he threaded his fingers through Tyler’s curls, smiling up at his husband before Jamie shoved his leg out of his lap.

“I have to go take Lucy off of your mom’s hands.” Jamie tells him, and Tyler’s smile grows wider when he thinks of their daughter waiting in the arena for her dad. “I’ll see you on the ice.”

Tyler and Klinger lead the team out of the locker room, and it feels strange to Tyler for Jamie to not be there until they reach the hallway leading to the ice. Jamie’s there, Lucy looking tiny in his arms, his mom and sisters and dogs there waiting to cheer for him as he exits. He leans down and pets his boys thoroughly, hugs his mom and sisters, and drops a quick kiss on Jamie’s cheek before leaning into Lucy’s space. She giggles and reaches for him, and Tyler looks to Jamie. His husband nods and Tyler plucks Lucy from his arms. The rest of the team waves at her as Tyler carries her toward the tunnel, and she gives the team high fives as they all make their way to the ice. She screeches when Jamie comes through last, and Jamie kisses the top of her head.

“Love you.” He tells Tyler before he initiates one of their unnecessarily complicated handshakes.

“Let’s get ‘em.” Tyler replies, stepping in front of Jamie with Lucy still in his arms. She’s quiet when they step out onto the ice, tucking her face into Tyler’s neck, but she doesn’t cry despite the roar of the crowd and the music. The carpet’s already rolled out for the ceremony, and Tyler does a slow loop before stepping onto it. Jamie follows a moment later, solid and comforting beside him before his mom and sisters join them, Candice and Cassidy bringing the dogs out with them. It’s all the people and creatures that Tyler cares about most in the world, and he feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes.

When they start the traditional video montage, Tyler feels Jamie press a hand to the small of his back. Tyler leans into it, doing his best to focus as the entirety of his career is crammed into a one-minute video. When it gets to the last game of the Stanley Cup finals, the year they won it all, Tyler turns from the video to Jamie, and all he sees is the same pride and love and happiness that his husband exudes whenever their championship is mentioned. He wants to rub his hand against the Cup tattoo on his ribcage, larger and more prominent than his Bruins tattoo because winning it with Jame and the Stars had meant more, meant everything. The video ends with Jamie in a chair on the ice, and Jamie hadn’t mentioned to Tyler that he’d been interviewed for this.

“Ty is just....” Jamie’s voice echoes around the arena. His smile is soft and fond, and Tyler feels his stomach flip and his heart speed up. “He’s not only one of the best hockey players I’ve ever seen, he’s just a good person. The team means everything to him, he only feels like he’s succeeded when we all have. He’s strong and determined and stubborn, and he will always give everything he has for his team and his family. He’s…” Jamie pauses, his eyes drifting away from the interviewer. “He’s everything.”

Tyler looks away as the crowd applauds, turning Lucy in his arms until he can press himself into Jamie.

“You’re sneaky and I love you.” Tyler mutters, dropping a kiss against Jamie’s neck. Jamie blushes furiously, taking Lucy from Tyler’s arms as the announcer signals the arrival of Marty Turco, an engraved piece of crystal in his hands commemorating Tyler’s milestone. Tyler takes it graciously, handing it off to his mom as Klinger skates up, Rolex in his hands. He, Klinger, and Jamie pose for a picture before, finally, Jim Nill arrives with the silver hockey stick.

As the ceremony wraps up, Tyler watches as Jamie skates to the bench, waiting until his mom is back on solid ground before handing their daughter over, Lucy waving furiously at her dad. Tyler thinks about his milestone, about the gifts he’s received and thinks - not for the first time - that nothing could compare to the gifts he’s already got.

#hockey rpf #bennguin #prompt fill #my fic #Anonymous

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nitewrighter · 5 years ago

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High Elf Cleric

A Fic for @the-legion in exchange for some AMAZING art of Aedan.

This fic is taking place after the events of Breach but before Dragonback.

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The Lindholm’s workshop on the watchpoint was always a little stuffy. The cold fluorescent lights battling it out against the warm glow of the boilers and the smelter. Brigitte chewed on her thumbnail as she studied the schematics before her eyes flicked back up to Aedan, Rei, and Rajeev sitting across the desk from her.

“Did any of you guys clear this with Winston or Jack?” she said, tucking one of the locks at her temple back.

“Well--” Aedan glanced off awkwardly.

“We cleared it with Marti. We figured Jack would be more open to the idea if we came prepared,” said Rei, “Plus, now that Marti’s strike team is down a medic...” Rei trailed off.

“Down a--?” Brigitte glanced up at Rei, “..you’re taking Hana’s offer?”

“Just until I can get the dragon back,” said Rei, “It’s what’s best for the strike team.” Rei’s gut still stung with the words, but she knew the whole watchpoint knew by now.

Brigitte raised her eyebrows and brought her hand up in a ‘No judgment’ gesture before she looked over at Aedan. “You’ll be taking her place?”

“Not replacing her,” said Aedan, “Just...making sure we’re not short-handed in the meantime.”

“He’s been training with us, he’s got inside knowledge on Talon, and he’s well past the vetting process,” Rajeev added.

“And I know he can handle the pressures of the field,” said Rei.

“And you made Rei’s and my armor!” said Rajeev.

“I only made 40% of your armor, Rajeev,” said Brigitte with a slightly wry grin, “The rest is hard-light.”

“Still...” Rajeev trailed off.

Aedan nervously ran a hand through his hair. “What are your thoughts on it?”

“Well, speaking as a medic, one of the most important aspects of your job is having your team’s trust, so if Marti’s cleared you, that’s all the reassurance I need.”

“And... speaking as an engineer?” said Rei, pointing at the schematics.

“Oh!” Brigitte glanced down, “It’s pretty solid. The uh... color scheme’s interesting.”

“I just figured it was easier than spray painting, ‘Not with Talon’ on my chest,” said Aedan, “And well.. I’ve thought a lot about Samir saying we should treat our mission fatigues more like a uniform, and we can’t exactly wear the blue of the old Overwatch... so...”

“If I could make a suggestion?” said Brigitte leaning forward.

“Please,” said Aedan.

Brigitte set the holo-tablet down in front of her and pressed a button on it, turning the image on the screen into a 3-dimensional hologram. “Your... rig, you called it?”

“Biotic rig,” said Aedan.

“Well you’ve obviously been able to scale it down from your Mother’s model,” said Brigitte, “Less bulk, that’s good, but it’s more delicate. The thing about the Valkyrie armor is that it’s designed more around speed than protection. With your fade, you don’t need to worry about that as much. You’re modeling your armor after Doctor Ziegler when you might be better off modeling it after...um...”

“...Reaper,” said Aedan, glancing off.

“Marti based a lot of her uniform on old Blackwatch armor,” said Brigitte with a shrug, “You go with what works.”

Aedan still looked troubled.

“Well, we don’t need to give you a big edgy cloak,” said Brigitte, “But..” she picked up a tablet pen and traced out some pauldrons in three dimensions in the hologram. “A bit more protection here on the shoulders and back. Protect the main node of the rig. And the boots--we could change those. You’re not going to be prancing on valkyrie shock-absorbing boots. We could get you some armor there, too.” Brigitte traced out some greaves on the model’s shins as she spoke.

“...That doesn’t look much like Reaper,” said Aedan, leaning forward.

“Different looks, similar functionality,” said Brigitte.

“I like the shin guards,” said Rajeev, “Null Sector slicers can be hell on the shins.”

“I like the pauldrons,” said Rei, “They make you look... heroic.”

“Heroic?” Aedan repeated. He never really imagined himself being remotely associated with the word.

“Yeah! You’re a High Elf Cleric!” said Rajeev.

Both Aedan and Rei gave him an odd look.

“What?” said Rajeev, “I mean--I’m not the only one who sees it, right?”

“Well ‘cleric’s’ a lot less pressure than ‘Angel,’” said Brigitte, a slight chuckle shaking her voice.

“So you’ll help us make it?” said Rei.

“Been a while since I’ve been able to work on something more than just repairs,” said Brigitte, “Yeah, I could do with the challenge.”

“Thank you,” said Aedan.

“You’re a lifesaver, Brig,” said Rajeev.

“Oh I know,” said Brigitte with a smug wave, “I’ll make it so long as Rei here promises not to forget about us when she’s a big-time movie star.”

“I’m just going to be an intern,” said Rei, folding her arms, “And even then it’s just until I get the dragon back.”

“Right,” said Brigitte, making eye contact with Rei, “Right...”

----

“...so you’re really going through with the Glitchbot thing,” said Rajeev. He was sitting on her bed, leafing through one of her manga volumes as late afternoon light streamed through the window, watching as Rei cleaned out her closet. It had been a few days since the workshop.

“You were there when I told the whole strike team,” said Rei.

“I know it’s just... the fact that Brig knows... that makes it feel more real,” said Rajeev, setting the book down at his side. He pushed some of his own long hair back from his face. “Is it because you don’t think you can fight without it? Because y’know, even without it, wings and a sword... still pretty good combo.”

“Like I told the strike team, if there’s an emergency, you can call me back,” said Rei, “But fighting without the dragon it--it--” she huffed, “I don’t know how to explain how... hollow it feels. It would be like you fighting without knowing Samir’s watching your back.”

Rajeev’s face dropped. “Does it feel like that... all the time?”

“No, sometimes it doesn’t hurt as much but... Dad and Uncle always acted like... because the dragon healed, it meant I was making a new future for the Shimada clan,” she pulled an armored headband out of the closet, one of her Father’s old ones, and lightly ran her fingers over the contours of the battle-scuffed steel, “One where we’re good. Without it--I feel wrong. I feel like I don’t have a right to lift a sword. And I can’t just make Mom’s wings a vehicle for a sword. That’s not what the Valkyrie wings are for. Getting the dragon back is the only way any of this will feel right again.”

“...you think you’ll get it back in Hollywood?” said Rajeev, standing up from the bed.

“No--I mean--I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here and watch everyone else fighting when I’ve had this--this chunk taken out of me,” Rei pressed a hand to her forehead, “I can’t give up on it, but I can’t stay here. Does that make sense?”

“Hey--hey--it’s okay,” Rajeev touched her arm, “Yeah. It makes sense. And Jack’s always saying this fight was never meant to be ours.”

“But it is our fight, and it is our home---” said Rei, “But--” her voice dropped a little, “If... if it never comes back... maybe it’s a sign. Maybe staying in this, we’ll just end up repeating our parents’ history...”

Rajeev’s fingers mindlessly went over his prosthetic eye, just barely brushing against his wadjet tattoo.

“And I know it’s this... big awesome legacy for you,” Rei went on, “But for me, it’s all assassinations and vengeance on my dad’s side, and death and grief on my mom’s. We should have a chance to be our own people.”

“I get it,” said Rajeev, his fingers lowering from his tattoo.

“And that’s why it’s important that Aedan should be the medic while I’m gone. He’ll do great things with you guys. I just know it. He shouldn’t have to live in his mother’s shadow,” said Rei.

Rajeev gave a huffing chuckle, “You know you’re going to break his heart when you go, right?”

Rei reddened and then huffed, “Oh come on, he’s all... science-y. He understands. I’ve already talked to him about it.” She thumped her knuckles against his chest, “Plus keeping you alive is going to be a full time job for him.”

“Hey, I’ve gotten better!” said Rajeev.

Rei put her hands on her hips skeptically.

“A little better,” Rajeev conceded, “And... I’m going to miss you, too, but I support you. I’ll keep them safe while you’re... doing your thing.”

Rei smiled. “Thank you, Rajeev.”

Rajeev spread his arms and Rei snickered and fell in to the hug. His hugs were second only to Reinhardt’s--big, tight, and all-consuming. Rajeev held up a fist as they broke away.

“‘Got-Our-Ass-Handed-To-Us-By-Talon’ Club?” he said.

Rei bumped his fist with her own. “ ‘Got-Our-Ass-Handed-To-Us-By-Talon’ Club,” she said with a smile.

----

About a week and a half after that first workshop visit, the four of them were back in the workshop, Aedan standing with his arms spread out awkwardly as Brigitte made sure the plates of his armor moved as intended.

“It’s not too heavy on the chest?” said Brigitte.

Nothing a bit of strength training won’t fix, Aedan remembered his own mother’s voice as he looked down at the armor, but it wasn’t as heavy as the Talon armor. He gave a glance to Rei--right... that morning he was trying on his armor was that same morning when she had come crashing into his life with all the beauty and catastrophe of a comet. Try fading, Moira’s voice still sounded in his mind in the memory.

Aedan thoughtlessly turned to smoke and Brigitte winced back from him, hard, the word “Fan!” escaping her.

“Sorry!” Aedan said as he reformed, “Sorry, just... wanted to make sure it, uh... fades.”

“A little warning next time?” said Brigitte.

“Right,” said Aedan, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Try out the rig!” said Rajeev.

Aedan flicked his wrist and sent out a plume of biotics with one hand, then reabsorbed them in a vortex of nanites with the other. “Seems to be in working order,” he said, alighting biotic orbs on both hands, “I don’t suppose anyone has a mirror?”

“Athena?” said Rei, “Can we get selfie mode on the big monitor?” Athena extended her biggest monitor in the Workshop. The screen blipped and Aedan saw himself projected, caught in the glow of the white of his own outfit.

“...High Elf Cleric,” Aedan said a little dumbly, looking at his projection.

“See?! That’s what I said!” said Rajeev, moving into the frame of the monitor to swing an arm around Aedan’s shoulders.

“I like it,” said Rei, stepping into frame on Aedan’s other side, “It suits you.”

“Let’s just hope your mum doesn’t kill me for cribbing the Valkyrie color scheme,” said Aedan with a nervous chuckle.

“Eh, she’s had her own suit upgraded for a while, and we did say we wanted to give our strike team more of a uniform look,” said Rei with a shrug. She smiled. “Besides,” she added and ruffled his hair, “This one matches your hair.”

#Moiraspawn #follow for more Gency kid facts #Symmarah kids #reidan #mild reijeedan

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arashi-no-megami · 6 years ago

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Andi Mack is back so here’s Tyrus fic #10 🎉🥴

TJ was rummaging through his locker, looking for his History book for his next class. He heard a familiar voice call out to him. As he turned around, he met face-to-face with Kira.

“Hey!” she smiled brightly.

“Hey, what’s up?” TJ smiled back.

“Are you doing anything on the 24th? There’s this amazing movie that’s coming out and I really wanna see it. You down?” Kira bounced up and down on her tiptoes.

“Uh, sure, let me check,” TJ opened his phone and checked his calendar.

“Ah, wait...I’m busy that day...” he said a little bit quieter than usual. That was the day of Bex and Bowie’s reception for the wedding they eventually decided to have. Which was literally less than a week away. Why would he go to Bex and Bowie’s wedding reception in the first place? Well, because Cyrus asked him to, of course. He tried to prepare his answer for the inevitable question incoming.

“Really? What are you doing?” Kira looked up at him. Just then, the bell rang. Whew.

“Uh, I’ll tell you later. I got to go to class.” TJ turned around and started walking away. Kira trotted after him and giggled.

“We’re in the same History class, genius. Now tell me what you’re doing,” she clutched her books to her chest and playfully bumped her shoulder into his.

“Uh, well...I’m going to a wedding reception that day.”

“Oh, wow! That sounds SO nice. Are you taking anyone?” Kira smiled somewhat mischievously. Now, this was the question TJ wasn’t prepared for. What would she do if he said Cyrus asked him already? What would happen if she knew he was going to a formal event with another boy, let alone Cyrus?

“Uhhh...”

“We could always see that movie another time. You’re allowed to bring a plus-one, right? Let’s go to the wedding reception together!” Kira beamed over at him. TJ stared blankly as he kept walking. He was silent. Kira knitted her eyebrows.

“Hello? What, are you already going with someone? Who?” Kira kept looking at the taller boy beside her. TJ had no idea what to say to her, so he just blurted out a ‘nobody’, and started to walk faster. He hated that word when he was referring to Cyrus. Cyrus was far from ‘nobody’. Kira skipped and caught up with TJ.

“Okay, great!! This will be so much fun!” Kira grinned. ‘Damn it, TJ,’ he thought to himself. He just didn’t know how to say no to this girl. His History classroom couldn’t be any farther away.

A couple days have passed and TJ didn’t know what to do. The reception was days away, and he couldn’t tell Kira that he was already going with someone else. He couldn’t tell her that that someone was Cyrus. He should have lied and said it was a family outing or something. The last thing he wanted was to have a repeat of the Costume Day incident. Well, it wasn’t like him and Kira were going as a couple. He could still bring her along as a friend, and still go with Cyrus...right? Did Cyrus even want to go with him in that way? TJ was deep in his thoughts when Cyrus himself seemed to have materialised in front of him.

“Hey, TJ,” Cyrus smiled up at him. It took TJ a second or two to return to reality and he smiled back at the brown-haired boy.

“Just wanted to ask, what time did you want to go to the reception?” Cyrus started. “My mom wanted to know if she should pick you up, or—“

“Uh, maybe like 5, or something. And tell your mom thanks, but I already have a ride,” TJ tried to sound as calm and collected as he could. “Uh, is it okay if I brought a friend?” TJ asked quickly. Cyrus blinked before he responded.

“Yeah, Bex said we could bring whoever we wanted. Who—“

“Great! I’ll, uh, catch you later. Gotta go,” TJ practically ran off. Cyrus watched TJ until he turned a corner and was out of sight. Cyrus didn’t want to think too much about it, but he had a good idea of who that ‘friend�� was.

TJ sat in the back seat of his parents’ car with his elbow on the armrest, staring out the window. TJ’s father was driving, and his mother was in the passenger seat. ‘Why did they both have to come?’ he wondered. They pulled up to the driveway of a house TJ’s been to a few times. A curly haired girl in a beautiful dress came bounding down the steps and eagerly approached the car. TJ’s father looked at his wife and they both smiled at each other.

“Aw, Timothy, your date is so adorable!” TJ’s mother cooed.

“I told you, she’s not my—“

TJ was interrupted by the sound of the car door opening and Kira greeting TJ and his parents. Ugh, this would be a long car ride.

After a grueling twenty minute ride to the reception venue, they finally made it. TJ’s parents were insufferable; asking Kira all sorts of questions about how she and TJ met, and how long they’ve known each other. It was painfully awkward, but at least it was over. TJ flung open the car door and said bye to his parents.

“Text one of us when you’re ready. Have fun, you two,” TJ’s dad grinned at the pair, and then drove off.

It had been 10 minutes since TJ had texted Cyrus that he was on his way. Cyrus was sitting at a table with Jonah, Buffy, Andi, Amber, and Marty. Buffy noticed Cyrus hunched over and staring at his phone.

“You good?” Buffy put a hand on Cyrus’ back.

“Uh, yeah. I’m just waiting for TJ to text me to tell me he’s here...” Cyrus suddenly stood up. “I think I’ll go walk around and see if he made it.”

Buffy turned around and looked at Andi with a slightly worried look on her face. Cyrus thought of texting TJ, but he didn’t want to come off as annoying, or anything. He just wandered about, scanning the faces of the people around him. Then, finally, he found the tall blond boy standing around the juice table. Cyrus began to walk towards him but something caused him to freeze in his tracks. Kira was there too. ‘Oh, right...’ Cyrus thought to himself. Cyrus decided to be cordial and started walking towards them again. He had barely made two steps before he saw something else that would make him stop walking. He saw Kira wrap her arm around TJ’s and shortly put her head on his shoulder before pulling him around to walk somewhere else. Suddenly, he was locked in eye contact with TJ from across the room. Cyrus felt his face grow hot with embarrassment, and he stormed away from the scene. TJ released himself from Kira’s grip and started to go after Cyrus. Kira also started to follow behind him until TJ made a sharp 180 turn and looked down at Kira, stopping her in her tracks.

“Kira, no. I need to talk to him. Alone,” TJ left Kira standing by herself and tried to find Cyrus.

TJ found Cyrus outside the building, sitting on a bench in front of a campfire. TJ sighed to himself before walking over and sitting down beside him.

“Hey,” TJ smiled softly at the boy beside him. Cyrus looked over at TJ and looked back at his shoes.

“Hey...” Cyrus replied quietly.

“Look, Cyrus, I...I’m sorry I brought Kira. I know I should have told you. She pretty much invited herself and I didn’t know how to tell her no...” TJ began to explain.

“You shouldn’t have to tell her no for my sake, TJ. If you wanted to go with her, who am I to stop you?” Cyrus continued looking down at his shoes.

“That’s the thing...I didn’t want to go with her, because you had asked me already.”

“It’s fine, TJ. I don’t want to come between you two. You look really happy.”

“I told you before, we’re not a couple. And we will never be. I...I’m sorry.” TJ looked down at his own shoes.

“I was probably deluding myself anyway,” Cyrus sighed and looked up at the dark sky. TJ looked back up at Cyrus and turned his body on the bench to face him.

“What? What do you mean?” Cyrus didn’t look at TJ. He was silent. TJ’s gaze was fixed on Cyrus’ expression until it traveled downwards and stopped on his hand that was resting on the bench in the space between them. TJ moved his hand slightly and ever so softly brushed it over Cyrus’.

“Cyrus...is there anything you want to tell me?” Cyrus’ felt a shock go through his body as he felt TJ’s fingers touch his own. He looked down at their hands and looked up at TJ almost with tears in his eyes. Cyrus took a deep breath, his heart almost beating out of his chest.

“Promise you won’t say anything until I’m done,” Cyrus pursed his lips and watched TJ nod his head.

“Well...” Cyrus had no idea how he was going to do this. He took another deep breath and decided he would just say whatever came to his mind. There would be no way that he would ever be prepared to come out to the boy he liked, so he might as well just wing it.

“In the past year I found out two important things about myself. One, I’m gay. Two, I have a bad habit of getting crushes on cute athletic green-eyed boys who turn out to be straight,” he pitifully chuckled to himself. “My first crush was, you guessed it, Jonah Beck. But that faded over time, and I found a new crush.” Cyrus looked over at TJ and the poor boy was staring at Cyrus with his mouth slightly hanging open. Cyrus continued. “I think I actually started to like you back when you got that muffin for me, and my feelings only got stronger as time went on. But I already knew you would never be interested in me in that way, so I just never thought about it. I just enjoyed every second I got to spend with you. But the thing is, I think I realised how serious it was when I started to see you hanging out with Kira. I know it’s selfish, because clearly you two are close, but I felt extremely sad and jealous. I can’t believe I’m actually admitting to this but...yeah. I saw you two always on the basketball court, always getting lunch together, and even on the swings in the park. I tried to convince myself that you and Kira were a thing, even if it wasn’t true. Then, maybe, that would get me to stop liking you. But—“

“Cyrus...I—“ TJ attempted.

“No, TJ, please, don’t. I’m not finished yet...I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I ended up liking you. I’m sorry that I got in between you and Kira’s friendship, or relationship, or whatever it is. I’m sorry that I just made our friendship weird. I’m sorry that—“

TJ, in one fluid motion, grabbed both sides of Cyrus’ face and pulled him closer until their lips crashed together. The kiss lasted no more than five seconds, but it was long enough to cause tears to come streaming out of Cyrus’ eyes. TJ’s eyes were still closed when he pulled away from Cyrus. He let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes. TJ immediately moved his thumbs and swiped the tears from Cyrus’ cheeks. TJ lightly chuckled.

“Can I talk now?” Cyrus stuttered out an incomprehensible noise, which TJ took as a ‘yes.’

“You...have nothing to be sorry about.”

Cyrus laughed with tears still streaming down his face. He rested his hands on top of TJ’s which were still cupped around his cheeks. TJ rested his forehead against Cyrus’, closed his eyes and smiled.

#this is...unorganised and messy but i needed to get it out lol sorry #tyrus #andi mack #tyrus fanfic #also kinda long compared to my other fics skfksk #am #op

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evak-elu-nicotino · 5 years ago

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A Gio & Marti friendship fic - part I

Okay, so I needed to write a Gio & Marti fanfiction because their friendship is iconic, and I wanted to do something pre-canon.

I hope you’ll like it ! Please let me know what you think of it !

And I’ll never be grateful enough to my wonderful beta-reader, @unfinishedbusinessss. Thank you so much girl, you’re a gem, truly !

Thank you for reading !

Fandom : SKAM Italia

Relationships : Giovanni Garau & Martino Rametta

Words : 4646

Chapter : 1/?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24143155/chapters/58132195

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I. My life is changing and I’m so lost

Martino Rametta just turned ten when his parents started fighting all the time. He was worried. Staying up quite late at night whenever he heard them screaming in the kitchen, oblivious to the fact that their own son had a whole day at a new school to worry about. Marti slipped through the door to his bedroom and stood in the hallway, eyes tearing up. He hated the fights between his parents. He hated hearing them screaming insults at each other. Fighting about stuff he knew nothing about, hearing words he couldn’t possibly understand. He was ten, for God’s sake. His parents were supposed to comfort him at night when he was having nightmares. Comfort him about changing schools right before junior high, not fight about a woman named Paola. He didn’t know anyone named Paola, and he had a feeling that this Paola wasn’t good news. Either for him, or for his parents.

Martino already heard the word divorce several times at this point in his life, in other discussions, other contexts. He knew what it meant, and he was scared. His dad meant everything to him, and his mom’s hugs were the best. Honestly, he couldn’t possibly comprehend how much a change this big in his life could mean. He laid in bed that night, eyes wide open, silently praying, even though he never believed in God. His parents never took him to church, even though he heard several times that they both grew up in religious families. But since his four grandparents died before he was born, he actually never entered a church in his life.

Elisabetta and Giancarlo Rametta were the only family he had, since neither of them had siblings, and neither did Martino. His parents were his whole world, and seeing them fight like that wasn’t reassuring at all. Martino wasn’t a confident child. Growing up, his parents told him all the right things: he was smart, beautiful, he could do whatever he wanted if he put his mind to it. Martino wasn’t lazy per se: he was just an almost-teenager who wanted nothing more than to play calcio with the kids in his neighborhood, whenever they invited him to join them. So for now, his mind was set on football, comic books, and reading. He was rather a quiet kid. Not really shy, but not really the type of kid you’d describe at exuberant and outgoing. He kept to himself, that’s all. He had a rather large imagination and could spend hours in his bedroom, sometimes drawing (rather badly, in his own words), sometimes just daydreaming, staring out the window. He grew up not having too many friends, and that was really fine with him. He honestly didn’t need a lot in his life, because he had the safety of a loving family and a few friends he could count on. That was more than enough to him.

Giovanni Garau was his best friend. They met on the first day of preschool, exchanged a few words, played football during recess, and that was that. They had been the closest friends could be ever since and honestly he couldn’t quite picture his life without Gio in it. And the fact that they managed to convince both set of parents to change schools a year before going to junior high was a fact he couldn’t possibly wrap his head around. Last year, Martino grew several inches. He got taller than any of the other kids in his class, but not really a classy kind of tall. He was the lanky kid that almost everyone started making fun of. And on top of that, Martino had brownish-red hair. Not the kind of in-your-face red hair, but still. He had freckles from a very early age, freckles that weren’t only on his face, but on his thighs, back, shoulders and neck as well. So yeah, being the tall, lanky redhead kid with freckles wasn’t exactly the most fun thing to live through.

As always though, Gio had his back. He was the one who talked to his parents and told them that Marti was having a tough time at school, kids making fun of him all the time, stealing his lunch, his homework, sometimes even his shoes whenever he was in PE class. At first, honestly Marti’s parents didn’t really take him seriously, but Marti, who was listening from the his own bedroom, door ajar, soon realized that his parents had his best interests at heart, and so did Gio. He talked to them for almost half an hour and when they finally said, “Okay Giovanni, I promise you we will think about it, thank you for telling us.” Martino almost couldn’t believe it. His best friend came back to his room, smiling like a madman. He looked so smug Marti almost wanted to smack his arm, but he was so grateful to him. He got up and hugged him hard. “Let me go Marti, you’re suffocating me,” Gio laughed, crinkled eyes and a smile tugging at his lips. “Seriously, if they say yes, I owe you big time. Those guys just...” Martino didn’t finish his sentence. Gio sat down on the bed and patted the sheet next to him. Marti sat on the bed, head hung low. “Hey, Martino, whatever happens, even if we don’t change schools, I’m always gonna be there for you, don’t you worry. I’ll be by your side day and night if need be. You should know that by now, nothing’s gonna stop me from protecting you.” He had such a serious look on his face. Marti had no other choice than to believe him. Thank God for Giovanni Garau.

II. Being a teenager : where’s the handbook ?

On his twelfth birthday, Martino wakes up to the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen, and his mother bustling around, moving pots and pans from one side to another. He enters the room yawning, scratching his hair which sticks in every direction. His mom smiles up at him, and kisses him fondly on the cheek. “Happy birthday honey, I hope you’re gonna have an amazing day! Auguri!” He smiles up at her. The divorce didn’t go smoothly, but his dad behaved like a complete jackass. Martino is a little mad at him, to be honest. And most days, his mother is crying in her bedroom and the worst thing is: he can hear her, and there’s nothing he can do about it. So he huddles up into his bedsheets pulling up the blanket above his head, putting his earphones on, and falls asleep listening to some random songs. Being twelve isn’t exactly easy for Martino. Gio is starting to really show interest in girls and Martino just isn’t interested. He really can’t see the point of them: long hair, frilly clothes and pink shoes, sometimes lip gloss or even worse, lipstick. But he sees Gio’s gaze lighting up whenever he sees one, trying to chat them up, strike up a conversation, manage to get a laugh or two out of them. Just being his charming self, and sure, having baby blue eyes doesn’t hurt.

The girls, to be fair, seem quite interested to Martino as well. One or two of them actually talked to him once or twice and Marti’s gotta admit, he kinda understands what Gio sees in them. Some of them are pretty. But at the end of the day, Martino’s better off reading or listening to music. Or better yet, talking to Gio for hours and hours on end. He doesn’t mind that his best friend doesn’t have a girlfriend, to be honest, because when he will, he just knows that everything will be different. He’s not ready yet for their friendship to change. So he clings on to Gio like he’s his rock, which he kinda is.

One morning, Martino’s waiting for his best friend in front of his house, checking his watch every now and then. He frowns upon seeing that it’s already past 8:30 and Gio’s nowhere in sight. He knocks on the door, only to have his mom tell him that he already left for school. And then she adds, with a smile tugging at her lips, the sentence that’s gonna make Marti sad for the whole day. “He was with a brunette. I think her name is Laura, or something like that. Didn’t he tell you?” Marti smiles, nods, and wishes Mamma Garau a good day, before turning on his heel, on the verge of tears. How could Gio have stood him up like that? And more importantly, what was he doing with that girl from their class... Laura? He shows up at school, puts down his bag next to his chair, anger boiling inside of him. He bites the inside of his cheek as the teacher gets up in front of the class and starts the lesson of the day. Ignoring Gio’s repeated whispers to his right, Martino tries to concentrate on whatever la Prof. Marca is saying. But for whatever reason, his ears are ringing, and his cheeks are flush. His hands are somewhat shaking and he knows he has a right to be angry at his best friend for standing him up for some girl he barely knows. Although, deep down inside, Martino has a feeling this isn’t the typical reaction you have when a close friend of the same gender gets a crush on a girl. His stomach drops a little, and he shakes his head, trying to think about something else. Anything else but the fact that the feeling he recognizes in his gut is called... Jealousy. Martino wakes in the middle of the night, drenched in his own sweat, and he frowns, disgusted by his own smell. He gets up, changes pajamas, puts on deodorant, and even takes the time to actually change his sheets. He focuses on the tasks, meticulously. His brain is reeling, heart beating so fast he was actually scared of having a panic attack. He has to forget the dream he just had, nothing makes sense. He goes into the bathroom, glances up at the clock. 4:17AM. And he has a big English test tomorrow. He needs to get some sleep before heading to school, or his mother will let him know how she’s furious with him for getting a bad grade. A grade he knows he’ll get if he doesn’t go back to sleep as soon as possible.

He turns off the lights and lies in his bed, eyes wide open, willing sleep to just come and take him peacefully. Half an hour later, Martino’s brain gone to places he just hates so much. He’s in the middle crisis of self-loathing, when he can’t take it anymore. He gets up, and slips into the bathroom, taking a glass of water, trying to think about something else. Honestly, anything else would be better than this torture.

Marti knows that generally speaking, teenage years are the toughest to get through. Sometimes identity and sexuality crisis can happen. It can be the time of your life when you start to figure out... stuff. But he really can’t wrap his head around the fact that he just had this dream. A dream that makes him recoil every time he thinks about it. God, what did he do in a previous life to deserve such a karma... Honestly?! At 6:30AM, when he finally gives up and decides that he won’t get back to sleep before his alarm goes off, he gets up again and prepares himself some breakfast. He’s in the middle of his second piece of toast when he hears his mom gets up as well. She enters the kitchen and makes a beeline for the coffee machine. Marti would gladly do the same, if only he was allowed to drink coffee. His mom has decided that twelve years old isn’t old enough and that it could mess with his still developing brain and body. She looks over to her son, smiles, then notices the dark circles under his eyes. She puts down her coffee mug and sits across from him, worry written all over her face. “Everything alright honey? You look like you haven’t slept at all...” Martino sighs, and runs a hand over his own face. “No Mamma, don’t worry, I just had a...nightmare, and woke up drenched in sweat. Couldn’t go back to sleep afterwards. Nothing to worry about.” His mom looks worried though. He tries to smile reassuringly, but fails miserably. He’s not really feeling up to going to school today, but he really doesn’t have a choice.

He puts his brave face on, gets up, brushes his teeth, puts on his favorite shirt, and grabs his backpack before giving his mom a kiss on the cheek. “Bye Mamma, have a good day, and please stop worrying. Okay?” She bites her lip, and Marti smiles at her. “Hey don’t worry, I’ll sleep better tonight, that’s all! Nothing to worry about! It’s not the end of the world. Stop worrying and go to work, you’re gonna be late,” he says, before closing the door of their flat behind him. He takes a deep breath and exhales shakily, eyes closed. No time to dwell on his dream from last night, which is still in the back of his mind.

Goddammit, this day is gonna be a long one.

III. Don’t ask me that

Martino’s fourteenth birthday was celebrated a few weeks ago, when his mother drops the topic he certainly didn’t expect in the middle of his carbonara pasta. He made it from scratch, since his mom lost her interest for anything cooking related a few months after his dad left. Martino’s actually quite good at it and his carbonara tastes amazing. He’s enjoying it, when he hears Mamma Rametta clearing her throat, which is NEVER a good sign. Generally it means that she’s getting ready to talk about a delicate subject. He lifts an eyebrow, curious as to what topic she wants to discuss. “Martino, you know, fourteen is an important age. What I mean by that, is that a lot of young people nowadays...” She interrupts herself, clearly not at ease discussing the subject. Marti looks like a deer in headlights; he’s frozen in his seat. He takes a deep breath and braces himself for what’s about to come at him. “You need to protect yourself, honey,” his mom finally says, and he groans from embarrassment. “Mom, please, can we PLEASE not have this discussion?! I beg you!” he says through gritted teeth, closing his eyes. God, this is the worst time to talk about this. He’s already dealing with the million disturbing thoughts he’s having about...well, girls, and the fact that apparently they’re just not that appealing to him. He’s afraid to dwell on that thought, so he just buries himself into drawing and reading. That’s a good enough solution to his problem for now. It works... for now, at least. She shakes her head, the wrinkles around her eyes crease a little more. She looks serious now. “Martino, girls and boys your age are generally very... enthusiastic and go quite far sometimes...without using condoms, or any idea of what they’re doing. So I want you to be prepared, and to never do something you’re not ready for.” “Oh my God Mamma, really? Are we really having this conversation now, in the middle of dinner? Dinner that I made from scratch?” “Martino, come on. You’re not giving me much to go on here.” “No, because I don’t want to! This is my private life you’re hinting at and I’m not discussing it with you.” He pushes back his plate on the table, and inhales deeply. No need to get worked up over this kind of conversation, he thinks to himself, she’s just looking out for him. He knows that, deep down, but he really doesn’t want to think about it. Any of it. Girls, sex, nothing. It’s not like he has a girlfriend anyway. Gio is much more advanced in that area, he noticed. He has had a girlfriend for a few months now, that brunette, Laura. Sure, she’s nice enough, pretty and funny, but what is it with girls exactly? He just can’t see what the big deal is, honestly!

In front of him, Elisabetta Rametta lifts an eyebrow, and just smiles at him, before putting her hand on his. “Is there anyone you like at school?” Martino gets up so fast his head starts to spin a little. He would run away from the kitchen, but the flat is not that big and he has nowhere else to go. “Please stop Mamma, te l’ho già detto, I already told you, I’m not discussing it with you.” She smiles knowingly, and it annoys the crap out of him. “Oh so you like someone, don’t you?” That’s it. He’s had enough of this nonsense. He storms out of the kitchen, leaving dishes, plates, glasses, cutlery, everything on the table, and just stomps into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Thank God his dad actually put a lock on his door, so he’s able to just put his headphones on and ignore his mom trying to talk some sense into him through the door. He puts on music, volume up, and just lays on his bed, eyes shut. God, he wishes he could be anywhere else right now.

IV. Crumbling down

Martino’s fifteen and he’s struggling like hell. Gio’s drifting further and further from him with every day that passes. He’s madly in love with Laura and Marti hates it with every fiber of his being. Terrified to uncover what it could possibly mean, he spends most of his time daydreaming. He avoids his best friend at all costs, which isn’t really hard. Laura and Gio spend all their time together anyway. They seem to be kissing every time Martino looks at them, and it makes him want to throw up so bad. At home, Martino’s mom dropped the subject of sex, and he is relieved to no end. He found a pack of condoms on his bedside table one day after school, with a note folded and taped to it. He opened it to find a somewhat endearing speech from Mamma Rametta, saying how much she understands that talking about it can be difficult, but that she’s here if he needs to talk. And that in the meantime, he needs to look after himself and to use condoms if he wants to have sex with someone. Marti sits on his bed, staring at the piece of paper, puzzled. He notices how his mom didn’t use the term girlfriend or girl, in her note. He might be reading too much into it, but the weight in his chest lifts a little.

Truth is, Martino Rametta has the biggest problem of all time. Last month, he stumbled upon an article which made his breath catch in his chest, and his heart skip a beat. His mom left a newspaper on the table, right before heading to work. It was Saturday, 13th of March. He remembers the date oh so clearly. His eyes fixed on the bold letters of the title: “Italians progressively changing their mind on same-sex marriage: a change incoming?” To his horror, Martino felt tears well up in his eyes, and he closed the paper forcefully. He hated this stupid newspaper, hated Italians, hated himself. He didn’t want to deal with it, with any of it. He just wanted his life to stay the same. He wanted to have a girlfriend, to be straight, to be normal. He wanted to fade into the crowd, not stand out because he was different than his classmates. He didn’t want to really address that question, the one that had been buried in the back of his mind for several months now. It all started in the locker room. They were on their way out of the PE class. Marti sat down on the bench, still catching his breath from all extra running laps they had to do. Only Gio and himself, just because Boccia decided that they were talking too much during class. Everyone had already left, of course By the time they reached the changing room, Gio scoffed dramatically, “Boccia is really a stronzo, making us run all these extra laps! Seriously, who the fuck does he think he is?” Marti chuckled. “The gym teacher, maybe?” he jokes lightly, removing his socks before they get all wet. The floor is disgusting as fuck. The other guys probably got out of the showers still dripping wet. They made a mess and didn’t bother to clean up after themselves. Marti gets up from the bench and his foot starts slipping. He screams, arms waggling, trying to steady himself, but to no avail. An arm slips around his middle, and puts him upright. Martino blushes a deep red when he realizes that Gio is squeezed against him, torso against his back, thighs against thighs, his warm hand right above his boxers. He can feel him everywhere and it’s too much, all off a sudden. Fuck fuck fuck!

“Thanks mate,” he mutters under his breath. He curses internally, almost runs to the showers, eager to drop his boiling thoughts under the water. “Everything okay Marti?” he hears Gio’s voice behind him before he steps into the shower stall. He closes his eyes, back to him. “Yeah,” he croaks, “almost fell and can’t seem to catch my breath! Talk about being in bad shape,” he laughs, trying to drown his shame and guilt. Stepping under the water and cries silently under the shower. He knows he’s known for quite some time now. He just knows that he’s attracted to guys. He just knows. The way he ignore girls and focuses on boys isn’t just a phase. Tries so hard to feel something for girls. Tries to get excited at the prospect of spending some time alone with one of them. But no matter how hard he tries, it’s still not working. Nobody has touched him before Gio. It’s not even a romantic gesture. Gio just caught him before he fell face first on the changing room floor, which could be a metaphor for his whole life, at this point. Gio is being an amazing best friend and Marti’s here, thinking about him that way. He can’t do this. He has no right to. He has no right to imagine Gio in his arms, in his bed, trying to kiss him senseless. Oh, he definitely can’t go there while showering next to his best friend. Naked best friend, his brain not so helpfully supplies. He groans into the crook of his elbow and closes his eyes again. He has to do something, anything, to try and prevent this from happening. He can’t be gay, right?

V. Please send help.

Martino is sitting on his couch, frowning at his biology textbook. His brain hurts, his legs hurt because he played calcio for several hours with the neighbors. His heart hurts because he now has a huge crush on his best friend, and everything sucks, really. Plus, he really hates biology. And he needs help. He grabs his phone, texts Gio, and drops his textbook next to him before closing his eyes. The flat is quiet, his mom has picked up a few extra hours at work and Martino’s grateful for the time he can spend alone. He needs it more than ever these days. His behavior has changed, slowly. He’s falling into patterns he hates, like lying about anything and everything. He’s hiding and he hates it, but for now that’s all he can do, really. Self-loathing has become his best friend; sadly replacing Gio. Gio who is supportive as ever, being the best friend Martino doesn’t deserve. Every time Marti shows up late at school, Gio is at the entrance, waiting for him with a smile tugging at his lips, as if nothing has changed. As if Martino doesn’t blush whenever he thinks about Giovanni. As if he doesn’t want to kiss his best friend as long as he can. As if Martino isn’t betraying their friendship. Marti sighs again, and picks up his phone. A text from Gio. He freezes when he reads it. “I’m on my way, I need to talk to you.” Martino closes his eyes and fights through a panic attack.

Gio knows, he knows.

He’s coming here to yell at him, to insult him, to call him names and to ask him to never talk to him again. Oh God, this is the end, Marti thinks, full-on panicking now. He gets up, wants to scream into a pillow, wants to run away from here. He wants to hide and die in a corner, where no one can find him. He doesn’t deserve a friend like Giovanni Garau, and now Gio knows it too. Marti cries into his own shirt, because he doesn’t know what else to do. He hates himself with a passion, and he wishes he could vanish into thin air. A knock on the door, and before Martino can even answer, Gio opens it and finds his best friend sobbing on the couch. “Hey, Marti,” he runs towards the redhead, who’s crying like a child. “Please, don’t hate me,” he says, swallowing his guilt and grief. “Please, don’t leave me.” Gio flops down on the couch next to him and hugs him without saying anything. What the hell happened to his best friend? Who made him this miserable? “Martino, talk to me. You can’t go on like this, you have to talk to someone, or else you’re gonna have a breakdown. I’m here, I’m your best friend, talk to me mate!” Gio whispers against his best friend’s shoulder. “I think I have a problem,”Marti whispered back, eyes still closed, trying to calm down. He doesn’t want to talk about it, not really, but he feels like he doesn’t have a choice. It’s either this or he’s gonna end up crazy.

Life sucks right now, and maybe he shouldn’t do this, maybe he should keep to himself, but the words fall out of his lips before he can even help it. “Gio... I think I don’t like girls.” A beat. Marti looks up at his best friend, who’s still snuggled up against him, body entirely turned towards him, and he can feel him smile against his shoulder. “Okay,” Gio says slowly, his eyes sincere, and full of affection. “Why do you say you have a problem then?” Martino feels tears welling up, and he swallows against the lump in his throat. A weight is lifted off his chest, and he feels like he can breathe again. “Gio, come on. You know as well as I do that it’s gonna be painful. And hard. And people are gonna hate me. And call me names.” Before he can even finish his sentence, Giovanni stands up, looking angry. “Like hell they will, Marti! Do you think I won’t be there for you? Do you think I’d leave you once I knew that you were gay?” Marti recoils. He hates that word. It embodies hate and fear, and he’s scared of it, more than he’s willing to admit. “Don’t say that,” Gio says, softly. He flops back down on the couch next to Martino, and grabs his shoulder. “Don’t think for a second there that I’m gonna leave you alone to fight this through. What kind of a friend do you think I am?” Marti smiles through his tears. He’s exhausted, all of a sudden. Coming out for the first time of his life, to Giovanni Garau, his best friend, was definitely the right choice.

#skam #skam remakes #skam italia #friendship #friendship fic #my fic #fanfiction #fanfic #skam italia fanfiction #martino rametta #giovanni garau #marti & gio #bromance #mamma rametta #part one

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andimackismycrack · 5 years ago

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halloweenies - tj and cyrus dress up as richie and eddie

thanks to the suggestion from @tyrusendgameperiod here is this last minute halloween-themed fic! hope you enjoy!

“I don’t want it to look like we just scrambled it together last minute! We’re already behind on planning as is.” Cyrus sighed in his own dramatic Cyrus way.

TJ looked at him, rolling his eyes, “Cy, it’s September 3rd.”

“Which means we’re WAY behind!”

“Don’t worry underdog,” TJ ruffled Cyrus’s hair, getting a smack on the hand in return, “I have a plan.” Sure enough, TJ came through. He surprised Cyrus with ‘IT: Chapter Two’ tickets for opening night the following week.

Cyrus couldn’t stop gushing about it. He was so excited. You wouldn’t think it, but he was a horror movie buff, the theater was the one place he wasn’t afraid, besides when he was with his friends or TJ. He’d seen the first IT about 10 times, he’d even forced TJ to watch it with him a few of those.

TJ had been wracking his brain for cute couples costume ideas, and couldn’t think of anything. Until...

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Opening night, they were walking out of the theater. As they left, you could see almost every audience member with streaky tears dried on their face or puffy eyes from crying. Including Cyrus and TJ.

“Teej,” Cyrus whispered, “That was so good, thank you.”

TJ felt that warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest and slid his arm around Cyrus’s waist, holding him snugly. They started talking about their favorite parts of the movie and that’s when it clicked. They had been talking about Richie and Eddie so much, it was obvious. Clearly that’s what they have to dress up as.

Weeks went by and Cyrus was getting increasingly anxious about their costume. He trusted TJ and all when he said that he was taking care of them, but he couldn’t help but worry about it.

TJ decided to choose a pink hawaiian style shirt with a white graphic tee underneath and jeans for Richie. Of course he also found coke bottle glasses and beat up tennis shoes.

For Eddie, he chose some red shorts (though not near as short as the ones in the movie) and a color-clashing salmon polo-style shirt. He found a fanny pack from his dad in the 90’s and an old inhaler from his mom.

TJ was proud of his selection, most of which he’d gotten from a thrift store. All but the jeans (which he’d already owned) and the glasses. He’d saved up for this with his job, being able to pay for it all himself. He got a text.

underdog! <3: pleeeaassseeee tell me what the costume is i’m dying!!!!!

underdog! <3: tj!

underdog! <3: tj!! i know it’s a surprise but please..

tj: okay fine i’ll give you a HINT

underdog! <3: bf of the week award!

tj: why not month??

underdog! <3: if you told me the whole costume, you might even make boyfriend of the year.

tj: okay okay. i can’t resist, you’re being too cute rn.

underdog! <3: omg!

tj: it’s richie & eddie! from IT!

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Halloween was fast approaching for the couple, both so excited for their idea. The plan was to all meet at Cece’s house, then all go trick or treating together. They wanted to go out with a bang since it’s probably the last year they could all go. Then when they were back, they would have their candy, watch scary movies, and fall asleep in the living room. Though Halloween was a school night, they had the following day off as it was the end of a grading period, meaning the teachers would have to be at school while the students would not.

The fact that they gang didnt have school the next day, their parents were happy to agree for them to stay at Andi’s grandma’s house.

Before they knew it, Andi, Buffy, Amber, Marty, Jonah, Walker (despite all the drama, they were able to stay friends), Marty, TJ, and Cyrus made their ways to Cece’s, already in costume.

First came Buffy and Marty, in a couples costume of course, with Buffy dressed in old fashioned, pop-art like clothing, carrying an umbrella in gloved hands, and Marty with “dirt” covering his hands and wiped on his face, wielding a black umbrella with overalls and a striped shirt.

“Welcome, Mary Poppins!” Andi, a glittery fairy, welcomed Buffy and Marty into Cece’s house, spiders were hanging from the ceiling and there were orange string lights hung from what seemed every wall in the house.

Soon, the rest of the guests had began piling in. Jonah and Walker decided to go as Finn and Po from the newest Star Wars trilogy. Amber was dressed as a hippie, sporting straightened hair, a tank top tucked into flowing pants, and a headband across her forehead.

TJ and Cyrus were last to arrive, they took “forever” to get there according to the rest of the gang.

The doorbell rang and Andi jumped up to answer it, leaving the others sitting on the couch with a bowl of chips.

She opened the door to see TJ as Eddie and Cyrus as Richie. “Oh my god! You guys look... amazing!!”

Buffy was next to jump from her warm seat next to (more like, on top of) Marty. “Okay we HAVE to take pictures now!” She motioned over to a blank wall with a sheet hung. There was a photo booth set up complete with confetti and paper moustaches.

The rest of the night faded into oblivion as the once trio laughed too hard and enjoyed themselves so much, they didn’t know where the time went.

notes: i wrote this very last minute i’m SORRY but i kinda love this. didn’t u love the plot twist? also i’m sOFT for tj when he broke down and told cyrus bc he was being cute. might write a part two over the weekend for when they’re actually trick or treating with more dialogue (bc fun fact dialogue is my favorite part to write). hope you enjoy!!! <3

#halloween #halloween fanfic #halloween fanfiction #it (2017)#it (2019)#it (movie)#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie & eddie #tyrus #andi mack #andi mack fanfic #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #tyrus fanfic

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illbeyourreasonwhy · 5 years ago

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So Much I Think It Must Be...

Chapter 10: Out

Andi took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the couch, trying to work out what to do from here. She had taken a decision. She was going to tell her parents.

As soon as her mind stopped feeling like it was on fire.

Chapter 10 of my Ambi Enemies to Friends to Lovers fic! You can read it on ao3 here and from the beginning here. Hope you like it!

“Is movie night over already?”

Andi ignored Bex’s question, putting her coat down and pacing.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” Andi said forcefully, rushing into the kitchen to avoid more questions.

“Okay, uh – there’s leftover pizza in the fridge if you’re hungry,” Bowie’s voice called from the living room.

Andi knew they could tell something was up, but figured they would leave her alone for now, which she was grateful for. She kept pacing around the kitchen, chewing mechanically on pizza, and trying to get her mind to shut up.

She liked girls. Okay.

It wasn’t that big a shock. She had been questioning it for a while now. But there was something about realising it was true…

She liked girls. Did that mean she was bisexual? She really had liked Jonah… she thought… But it had felt different than this, than an all-encompassing and consuming stream of thoughts, this pure yearning tugging at her, digging into her and wanting, wanting… wanting what, exactly? She was freaking out too much to understand.

She made her way to her room, sitting on her bed and trying to mute the constant buzzing in her brain.

She needed to keep busy.

She took a shower. She changed into fresh pyjamas. She ate a yoghurt.

Then she went back to the living room. Bex was sitting in the corner of the couch, a book in her lap, and offered her a small smile.

Andi took a deep breath and sat on the edge of the couch, trying to work out what to do from here. She had taken a decision. She was going to tell her parents.

As soon as her mind stopped feeling like it was on fire.

“Where’s Bowie?”

“In the shower. He went after you.” Bex cocked her head, concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Andi nodded, her mouth suddenly dry.

For the next ten minutes she sat in silence, her mom occasionally shooting her worried looks over her book, trying to get the words out. She played with her sleeve, fidgeting as she tried to work up the courage to say the words tumbling in her head. She was terrified, more terrified than she could ever remember. Of course she thought her parents were going to accept her – this was Bex and Bowie she was talking about, the most accepting people she knew, and after everything they went through this should be nothing – but what if they didn’t?

She had been planning on waiting for Bowie to be back, but then her mom shot her another one of those concerned looks, and it just slipped out.

“Mom, I like girls.”

As soon as she said it, she fought the urge to bury her face in her hands. She couldn’t look at Bex, only heard her move closer from the rustle on the couch. Her heart was beating so fast and her face was hot and she felt like she was about to faint.

“Really?” her mother asked, her voice soft.

Andi could only nod weakly, still not meeting her eyes.

Then Bex said, “Okay, cool. Thanks for telling me.”

Andi looked up then. She had done it. She had come out. Oh, god, she had – she had come out.

It was out. She was out. If only to one person. She couldn’t take it back now. And she didn’t want to take it back.

She looked back at her mom, holding her breath. This couldn’t be it, there had to be more, her mom had to have an opinion on this, this couldn’t be it.

“Cool? That’s it?”

Bex moved to sit right next to her, a hand reaching up to go through Andi’s short hair. That, more than anything, helped Andi exhale. She still wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to pass out, but her mom still loved her. And that meant everything.

“Do you know how I met your dad?” Bex asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. Andi shook her head, still too emotional to say a word, and kind of wondering what this had to do with her coming out. “We were introduced to each other by my ex. Roxie.” Andi stared on, not getting her point, and Bex rolled her eyes fondly. “Short for Roxanne.”

Wait.

What?

“Funny story, she was his ex too,” Bex went on, Andi barely hearing her over her mind imploding. “When we started dating, we actually found out that we had four exes in common.”

And then, somehow, Andi found her voice again.

“You’re kidding.” Bex shook her head, deadly serious despite the teasing smile on her lips. And suddenly Andi burst out laughing. “You dated a girl called Roxie?”

“Hey, she was in a band! That’s always been my weakness.”

She joined in Andi’s laughter after a few seconds. Andi couldn’t help it. It was as if all the tension and worry that had been emanating off her for the past hour – no, longer than that, so much longer than that – had transformed into this dizzying mix of relief, glee and elation, leaving her light-headed with happiness. Bex seemed to get it – of course she did.

Bex hugged her after they had calmed down. “I’m proud of you,” she said quietly, and Andi wrapped her arms around her as tightly as she could.

Bowie found them like that a few minutes later. He asked what he had missed, and Andi almost laughed, despite the lead weight settling on her chest at the idea of doing this again, of coming out to another person. It wasn’t as huge this time, though. This time, she knew she was going to be okay.

“I like girls,” she said.

Her dad’s expression barely changed, aside from one of his eyebrows raising slightly. His eyes flitted over quickly to Bex, before settling onto Andi, a warm smile on his face.

“Cool,” he said, moving to sit next to her.

Andi did laugh this time, the elated feeling back in full force. “You two are made for each other.”

Bowie kissed the top of her forehead. The three of them stayed that way for the better part of the night, Andi sandwiched between her parents and feeling more at ease than she could remember.

Andi was in a daze as she called Buffy and Cyrus, unable to sit in one place as the pixelized faces of her friends appeared on her phone.

“Andi? What’s –”

“I came out to my parents.”

There were a few seconds of silence, then an outburst.

“Andi, that’s amazing,” Cyrus said, beaming.

“How did it go?” Buffy asked.

Andi gave them a full recap, from her realisation to coming out to her parents to going back to her room and having too much energy to sit still, prompting her to call her friends at 10 at night.

“I’m so proud of you,” Cyrus said, and Andi felt a rush of affection for him so powerful she almost cried. She hadn’t even told Cyrus about any of this, but here he was, reacting perfectly as always.

“We’re going to give you at least a million hugs when we get back,” Buffy added, and this time Andi did cry. Only a few tears, mostly of relief, and Buffy and Cyrus didn’t comment on it, only kept smiling at her.

“I have to go,” Buffy eventually said. “We’re leaving early in the morning. But we’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?”

They said their goodbyes, and Andi laid down in her bed, smiling. She knew she wouldn’t be getting sleep anytime soon, but it was worth it if it was to feel like this. She was more hyper than she could ever remember, an energy running deep in her entire body. She felt unstoppable, as if anything were possible.

Her phone tinged with a notification, and she opened a message from Cyrus.

Cyrus: so so proud of you <3

Cyrus: I’m sorry I wasn’t there while you figuring things out

Me: you were great

Me: i promise

Me: i just wasn’t ready to face it yet when you tried to get me to talk to you

I get it, he texted back, and Andi felt herself tear up again. Of course he understood. This was Cyrus. She felt a rush of love and affection go out to him.

Me: i love you

Cyrus: I love you too

True to her word, Buffy greeted Andi with a huge hug that almost knocked the air out of her lungs. Andi hugged her back just as tightly. She had missed her. A lot.

“I missed you so much,” Buffy said, mirroring her thoughts. “And I’m so proud of you.”

She had come over to Andi’s as soon as she arrived back in Shadyside, the middle of the afternoon after Andi had come out to her parents. Emotions were still running pretty high.

She stayed over for the rest of the day, the two of them catching up about everything and nothing, until a text from Jonah lit up both their phones.

Jonah: I’m back, let’s meet up

Marty: YES YES YES

Marty: FINALLY

Marty: My girlfriend and my best friend back the same day. Perhaps miracles do exist

TJ: rude

Marty: How many times do I have to tell you

Marty: You’re both my best friends

Jonah: anyways

Jonah: where are we meeting up?

Buffy rolled her eyes over at Andi, who just grinned. She didn’t think anything could dampen her mood today.

Buffy: if you guys are done

Buffy: I’m at Andi’s, she says you can all come over

TJ: except for me and cy

TJ: we’re excluded from everything

Buffy: forgive me for not feeling bad for you two living your best life on the coast in a 4 star hotel

TJ: smh

Everyone did end up coming over to Andi’s, even Amber. She and Andi watched in fascination as Marty ran as fast as he could to pick Buffy up and spin her in his arms, a bright smile on both their faces.

“What was up with you leaving so fast yesterday?” she asked.

“I, uh, remembered I had something to tell my parents,” Andi stammered.

Amber raised an eyebrow. “Fine, keep your secrets, Mack.”

But Andi found that she really, really didn’t want to. She wanted to tell Amber, she wanted to tell everyone. And yet… There was still this feeling buried deep inside of her, the fear of bearing this part of herself again and it not going well. She knew it was irrational (Amber was a lesbian, for goodness’ sake, and three of their friends were also gay), but, well, she wasn’t known for being rational, was she?

She was spared from answering by Jonah walking through the door. Marty let out a roar of delight before rushing over so the two of them could proceed to do a very complicated handshake that lasted a good fifteen seconds. Buffy just stared in consternation the whole time.

They all crowded in the living room, Andi and Jonah ending up sitting on the floor when the couch couldn’t fit all of them. Andi and Amber listened to everyone recapping their holidays; Amber told everyone about Andi’s contest coming up, which prompted Buffy to say that they would all come to see the results; Jonah announced an upcoming gig. It wasn’t until Marty mentioned that they should all get together for a new movie night soon that Andi was reminded of what had happened the previous night.

She shot a look at Buffy, who just gave her a supportive smile. It’s your choice, I’ll support you no matter what, she seemed to be telling her.

Andi looked around at all her friends. Her heart was beating irrationally fast again, like it had every time before she attempted to come out, but she wasn’t worried, not really. These were her friends, the people she loved the most in the world. It was going to be okay.

So she straightened up, opened her mouth, and said, “You know how I left in the middle of the show last night?”

Jonah looked clueless, but Amber, Marty and Iris turned to look at her curiously. It was obvious that they had been concerned but decided not to mention anything (at least, in Iris and Marty’s cases).

“It’s because…” The words wouldn’t come out and Andi panicked, searching for Buffy, who nodded, and managed a small smile. Andi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then she said it. “It’s because I realised that I like girls.”

There was a short stunned silence. Then Marty said, “Oooh, that makes sense,” and suddenly everyone was talking.

Jonah and Marty both hugged her, Iris joked that she hadn’t meant to awaken anything in her, and Amber just watched, giving her an unreadable look when Andi met her eyes.

“Anyways,” Buffy said once the excitement died down. “Food?”

The crew made their way to the kitchen, raiding the fridge. Andi made a mental note to pay Bex and Bowie back for a few of the things that would have mysteriously disappeared when they got back from the gym.

“Hey, Jonah,” Marty called, “what does it say about you that all three of your ex-girlfriends ended up being lesbians?”

Jonah gave him a look while everyone roared with laughter.

“Hey, I think I like boys, too,” Andi said. She caught Amber’s eye, who smiled almost shyly, looking down. “I don’t know. I’m still figuring it out.”

Amber gave her a tiny smile, something in her eyes that Andi couldn’t describe, and Andi’s heart skipped a beat.

The group separated not long after that; Iris said that she had to get going if she wanted to pick up Natalie from her ultimate frisbee practise, which prompted Jonah to go with her so that he could see his friend again. Marty and Buffy decided to go to the Spoon so that they could catch up.

Which left Andi with Amber.

“I, uh, I can go too, if you want,” Amber said after a few moments.

“You don’t have to,” Andi said, and was surprised to find that she meant it.

Amber smiled at that. She didn’t seem to be able to look at Andi directly in the eye, always looking away after a few seconds, but her gaze always seemed to find her anyways.

“No, it’s fine, I should go,” she said eventually. Andi nodded, a little disappointed. “But, uh…” She hesitated, looking away from Andi again. “I just wanted to say that I’m glad you worked it out.”

“You mean you knew?”

Amber blushed. “No, I just meant that I’ve been through trying to figure yourself out, and I know it’s not always fun. Or easy.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “If you… want to talk about it, or anything, I’m there. No pressure.”

Andi looked down, touched. “Thanks.”

Amber smiled. “I’ll see you around.”

Andi walked her to the door; Amber left and Andi went back inside, catching herself looking back at the other girl as she walked away.

#my writing #smitimb #ambi #ambi efl #ambi fanfic #andi mack fanfic #andi mack

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revengeisalwaysanoption · 5 years ago

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[Skam Italia] Ficlet: Flawed 2/2

And that’s it :D Again, it’s an unbetaed&unedited VERY LITTLE story I am writing to cope… I hope you will like it as well :) ! Edited to add: I’d like to dedicate this to Ibisco and @annefraid The first, with her wonderful story (Resilience: go and read it if you understand Italian, it’s so good HERE ) I am a sucker for the boy squad taking care of Nico, so… Another reminder that THEY - both Nico AND Marti - are not alone was due ;) ! And Anne… wow, what an insight on Marti’s deep rooted insecurities in “try and evolve”! I mention them here but it’s all thanks to amazing fic for making me realize how Marti might see Niccolò!

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Martino knows he screwed up. He isn’t that much of a ‘disaster gay’ – no matter how often Filippo (and his own friends, those jerks!!) likes to address him as such, to rile his Rose up – not to notice the way Nico’s mood plummeted as soon as he sat down at the table this morning. Regretting having to deal with how grumpy Martino can be, before he had any caffeine in him, already? That’s understandable… But quite unlikely. They aren’t really living together, yet, but they are past those petty fights. Who cared if someone seemed always to be too tired to do the dishes or to mop the floor? They never even discussed such trivial things, to be honest: taking care of Nico, making sure he lives in a spotless and tidy environment, is not a chore and Marti really doesn’t mind. Besides, they have a clashing definitions of order and totally different perceptions of how dirty the flat can get before it has to be cleaned. They easily met halfway, agreeing to let Niccolò do things his way and at his own pace, without having to talk about it.

So… if it wasn’t about Martino’s charming decaffeinated personality… What made him run for the hills? Was it something he said? It must be. Fuck. Why does his brain-to-mouth filter always fail him when he needs it the most? And yeah, there is a niggling voice in his head going like ‘You shouldn’t have to overthink every word you say, in fear you’re gonna hurt Nico or something. You should be free to be yourself, including who you are at your worst.’ but he’s not listening to that. What’s wrong with refusing to settle for the person he is now, and striving to become a gentler and more considerate one in the future? What’s so bad about Niccolò inspiring him to give it a try, at least? Nothing; you can’t change his mind. Moreover, he has to make up for the complete lack of any talent whatsoever… Like, okay, compared to Nico - who excels at everything he does, and it’s a lot- he can be dull and boring but at least he’s great at owning up to his mistakes - the whole ton of them - and learn. And it’s more that can be said for so many people out there, including dad, so… Lesson of the day: do not speak until you had your coffee, Martino, and a kiss from Niccolò so that you don’t forget how lucky you are to have this - HIM - to come home to. That no matter how awful you day is going to be - and no, you can’t really know beforehand, so stop being so damn negative and over dramatic… - there are always going those moments with Niccolò that will brighten it.

Okay? Okay. Now, let’s get back to the matter at hand. After the unfortunate comparison of an obsessive-compulsive disorder to a penchant for loving neatly written notes, and finding out that Martino still his that awful word – ‘psychopath’ – in his vocabulary… It wouldn’t be too far for Niccolò to persuade himself that he was belittling his efforts (as well as his mother’s) to get out of bed in the morning, on his darkest days. That’s not what he meant, of course.

’Well, you know none of your friends meant it when they said they wanted somebody to kill them, or that they were going to jump off a bridge because of school. They don’t do that anymore, because they know it reminds you of the bad place Nico’s mind can go sometimes… but some other classmates still throw those words around like it’s nothing, like they are really clinically depressed because their shitty most beloved show got cancelled or their favorite character died.’

That’s it: that’s exactly the point. He knows and it still hurts. It still makes him want to stand up and scream ‘SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS! YOU KNOW NOTHING, YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!’ at the top of his lungs. He can’t blame Nico for being so disappointed with him that he had to leave…

Well, all this mulling and self-deprecation won’t fix anything. He’d better think how to show him that even though he quite an asshole, he never acts out of maliciousness. He might have hit where it hurt out of anger, in the past, to drive people away… He wouldn’t do it, now. Not even as a last resort. He can only hope it will be enough, for Nico.

So… What should he do next? Should he run after him? Leave him some space? Should he really let Niccolò believe that he forgot what tomorrow means for them – for Martino himself - not to spoil the surprise? He had even persuaded Sana to let him be the main speaker, for once… He had a Spotify playlist ready to play, to let Niccolò know what he cannot say with words and sometimes fails to show with his actions…

He… He has no idea, like, his brain is fuzzy static and he’s pretty sure he will start hyperventilating soon… He needs help. Yep. If there’s one thing he got out of those hell months back in 2018 is that he doesn’t have to deal with any kind of crisis alone. Luca reaches out to them when he can’t find the right outfit for his dates with Silvia, when he doesn’t know if it really would be wise to eat that last piece of sushi even though he’s about to puke… And they should be aware that Niccolò might need them as well, even though he doesn’t dare to ask.

“Marti. First thing you gotta do is calm down…” Giovanni writes in the chat, as soon as he listens to his frantic voice message. “Don’t die on us, man. Oxygen is your friend. Even if it’s being a bitch now, being so heavy and shit…” Elia adds, making him smile. “Deep breaths. In. Out. Picture yourself lying down in a field… Feel the grass. Be the grass.” Luca joins in, earning rolling-eyes emojis and thumbs down.

“Is this something you heard from Silvietta, Lu?” “Actually from our yoga teacher…” “Well, stop it because it’s making me long for some weed and we have to stay lucid and sharp here for Marti and Nico.” Giovanni says in the chat, before calling Martino. “Listen. I’ll be quick: show up at school, because we can’t do much over the phone. I know you probably want to send out a search party for Niccolò rather that sit behind a desk for so long, but you have to trust that he knows how to take care of himself and that, like any of us, simply needs a couple of hours to cool down. It’s not like you killed someone, come on…”

“Yeah, but… what if he doesn’t forgive me?” He forgave him so many times, ever since that morning in the boys’ restrooms, what if this is his breaking point? “Then it’s his problem for holding you up to impossible standards, man, not yours. Don’t even try to fight me on that. You’re my best friend, Marti, and I won’t allow anyone to talk shit about you. Not even yourself.” “I’m far…” “… from perfect? Who isn’t? And don’t say Niccolò. Nope, I hate to break it to you, but he’s some major flaws too. And so do I, and so do you, Eva, Sofia, and anyone out there. Trust me: I call you out when you’ve got your head so far up your ass that you forgot how sunlight feels like and THIS is not the case. Don’t make me come over and drag you all the way to 5B’s door.” Martino is aware that it’s just an empty threat, that Giovanni would hardly ever pressure him into anything, and yet he sighs and promises he is going to be there for nine o’clock. Perhaps, if he gets out, Niccolò will feel like it’s safe to come back…

To Nico: Leaving for school, now. Hope I’ll get to see you, later.

It takes him the whole ride to school to decide that no surprise is worth having Ni thinking he doesn’t hold dear that 11th of October, that the day he felt an immediate and unprecedented connection to a nameless boy could ever be insignificant.

To Nico: Can’t wait for you to hear what I’ve got in store for tomorrow

As he expected, Nico doesn’t get back to him. It’s fine. He can wait.

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Alright: he might have overestimated his patience. He doesn’t know how much longer he can take, before he leaves no stone in Rome unturned while looking for Niccolò.

Thankfully, he’s got a plan to stick to. Sana’s. Who will most likely make him regret the day he was born, if he steps out of line. It’s not ideal, as it relies on too many factors – Nico having his phone on, reading his text messages, being in a place where he can listen to Radio Osvaldo – but it’s the best they’ve got.

“Well, thank you, Ivano… Sharing with us how it’s life with a bipolar disorder must have been hard, but I’m sure that many of our listeners found comfort listening to how you got your happy ending with Sax… To some of us things look so bleak we don’t even see the point of anything, but your story goes to show that it does get better, when you start building bridges instead of burning them. And Martino, you must be so proud of our special guest today. A woman who was brave enough to come and talk to all of us about she is dealing with her depression. Unfortunately she had to leave early, but thank Teresa on our behalf. We hoped to have a former student of this school to conclude this special feature on Mental Health Day, as they are dealing with one of the most stigmatized illnesses… Unfortunately they couldn’t join us. If you are listening, however, remember that we’re here for you. All of us.”

“I am. My mom truly is the best. Yeah, I can hear you all groan, but that’s a fact. It took me ages to see it, so maybe you should cut your parents some slack as well. Unless they’re abusive jerks, of course. And I couldn’t be prouder of that person you just mentioned as well. They keep on being strong, kind, and compassionate in a world that constantly tries to tear them down… They- ”

“Martino, if you keep on going like that you might just as well say their name.” Sana warns him, shooting him a reproachful glare. Too bad she can’t stop him. He just realized how he can make Nico understand he treasures every second they spend together. The best and the worst.

“They are who I want to spend my life with: Niccolò Fares, will you marry me?”

“YES!!” The door barges open, he’s swept off the seat and carried to the nearest secluded corner. What the fuck? He’s not complaining, but really: what the fuck has just happened?

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They would later agree that the marriage is not going to happen for another couple of years, that a proper and more romantic proposal is order from them both… and Martino finds out that while he was busy with Sana, ‘contrabbandieri’ and ‘matte’ joined forces to delve into Nico’s past. So that they could call Niccolò’s old friends to the rescue. Together they managed to locate Nico and then Gio – of course it was him: the love wizard - and Michi talked some sense into him.

“So, tell me… What exactly have you got planned?” He sounds a bit hesitant, now that the euphoria of the impromptu proposal has worn off.

“I was thinking about a tutorial on how to grow weed in your closet. Followed by a cooking show hosted by the famous chef Niccolò Fares, a ten step guide to on how to break in a deserted pool, a top five on the most romantic spots in Rome… Can’t quite decide who’s gonna get the first place, the bins had their charm but so did the toilets…”

“… well, it can’t be a fair ranking until you’ve seen my favorite spot. Come on, Marti. Keats and Shelley are waiting for us!”

“Lead the way.”

#martino rametta #niccolò fares #they've got amazing friends #skam italia #my writing

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anarcoqueer1994 · 5 years ago

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Please Don't Go: Chapter 3

Another chapter in my post costume day fic. I will be posting another chapter of my Trans Tarty story soon. Let me know if you want to be on a tag list for either.

Yesterday had been one of the best days Cyrus has had in a long time. TJ, his sweet, oblivious, gorgeous boyfriend, took him on a real date. They even held hands...in public! As he lays in bed, letting the morning sun shine on him from his window, it's all he can think about. He can't believe anyone could care about him so much.

Every wall TJ has ever put up, he let Cyrus tear down. He even let Cyrus help him with his fear of thunder. He knows how proud TJ could be so Cyrus knew that this was a big deal. In fact, anytime TJ let Cyrus see his vulnerable side, he knew it was a big deal. He could not get over how happy TJ made him feel. TJ captivated Cyrus with everything he did.

He picks up his phone and stares at a text from last night. It had started storming again around 11pm, and without a second thought he had sent TJ the playlist from the museum with a short note.

Cyrus:

"Songs That Make Me Think of TJ"

In case you need this <3

TJ:

Thanks Underdog.

TJ:

Can I FaceTime you? I kind of rather hear your voice…

TJ:

You don't have to though. I'm sorry.

Cyrus:

Don't be sorry. Of course you can.

Moments later, he got a video call. That's how they spent the next few hours, with TJ under a blanket with headphones on, just listening to Cyrus talking about anything to block out the the thunder rumbling outside their windows.

Cyrus keeps smiling as he sits up in bed to get ready for the day. He blushes to himself as he thinks about TJ's cute text. He actually said he wanted to hear Cyrus' voice. Cyrus can't help but gush over TJ. How could he be so lucky? He considers sending a good morning text to TJ but decides against it. He knows his boyfriend likes to sleep in most weekend mornings and really does not want to bother him. So he throws on his clothes and gets ready for the day.

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After breakfast, Andi had called Cyrus to see if he wanted to hang out with her, Amber, Buffy, Jonah, and Marty. They were going to spend the day at Andi's, maybe watch some movies and order pizza. Of course he accepted, but part of him was a bit disappointed that he couldn't invite TJ. Obviously with the exception of Amber, none of them liked TJ. They only tolerated TJ at school because he was Cyrus' friend.

Cyrus actually feels really guilty towards TJ. He wishes his friends would be kinder to the older boy. He sees the way they shoot him looks; he is not blind. He knows they are being protective, but he does not need babysitters, he needs friends When they are all hanging out together, he tries to ignore those looks and focus his energy towards TJ. Most of the time he gives him gentle, apologetic smiles to counteract his friends' negativity. He never wants TJ to feel bad and he hates that his friends are part of the reason he may. Even Andi, who has a crush on TJ's big sister, won't let up on him.

One of the things that stuns Cyrus the most about TJ, is he doesn't complain about the way the GHC(and friends) treat him. Cyrus would understand if he did. They could be terrible towards him. He is a little worried that he is doing that so Cyrus won't feel bad. He knows his boyfriend always puts Cyrus' feelings before his own. He does this to a fault.

On more than one occasion, Cyrus has run into TJ at school, and noticed how sad the basketball player was. Whenever he asks about it, TJ promises that it is nothing, and puts on a big beautiful smile but Cyrus can see how the smile doesn't reach those green eyes. Cyrus knows that when TJ is truly happy, that happiness radiates from his entire face, like yesterday when he stared at Cyrus talking about every dinosaur in the museum. He can't believe how TJ could make him feel like he was the only one that mattered.

That is the problem though; TJ did not treat himself like he mattered. That's why Cyrus is convinced there is something happening at school that TJ is not telling him. He does not know what to do because he doesn't want a push him to talk though. One thing that is for sure, his friends are not making whatever it is better.

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In the early afternoon, he starts heading towards Andi's. It is mid November but it had been pretty warm, so he did not expect it to be that cold. He is only wearing a light button down. It's a little chilly when he gets outside but not cold enough to go back inside and grab a jacket.

Boy, did he regret that decision. By the time he reached Mainstreet, the wind picked up and he was shivering. He walks past the little supermarket on the corner when he spots a familiar tuff of dirty blonde hair. The older boy is examining some apples on a stand outside the store, trying to pick out the right ones. He doesn't notice Cyrus sneaking up behind him. Cyrus stands on his tiptoes and whispers "Boo" into the TJ's ear.

TJ spins around around and smiles as he sees Cyrus. Cyrus takes a moment to absorb how cute TJ looks right now. He does not have his hair done up with the usual copious amounts of gel. Cyrus likes it better this way. He likes the way little strands of hair fall on TJ's forehead. It reminds him of the night at the park when they first got together. He is wearing a pair of faded jeans with his blue basketball team hoodie, and a jean jacket over that. Cyrus thinks he can stare at TJ all day. He reminds himself that he should speak though.

"Hey Teej." He flashed the other boy a smile.

"Hey Underdog." *TJ fought everything inside him that wanted to pull Cyrus in for a hug. He couldn't help it. Every time he saw Cyrus, he wanted to touch him, even if it just to hold his hand.

"So what are you doing today?" Cyrus immediately feels dumb asking. Obviously TJ was shopping.

"Just picking up some things for my mom. We are going to bake some apple pie flavored muffins tonight."

"Bake? I didn't know you liked to bake."

"What can I say, Cy? I have layers." He laughs softly before continuing."It's kind of a thing my mom and I do together when it is just us. Dad is working 2nd at work tonight and Amber is going to be at Andi's for some movie night. I'm guessing that's where you're heading, right?

Cyrus nods his head slightly. He still feels bad going, knowing TJ was not invited. He really wants to hang out with his friends, but he also wants them to see TJ like he does. TJ was genuinely a sweet boy, albeit misguided at times. He has worked so hard to let the good come through. God, was he proud of TJ.

As if TJ could read his mind, he says kindly "Enjoy your friends tonight Cy, I'm okay. I promise."

"I just...I just think you deserve to be seen for who you really are…" Cyrus wants to say more but a small gust of wind blows, sending shivers through his body.

TJ notices Cyrus shivering from the cool fall air because of course he does. He notices everything about Cyrus. He slips off his jacket before pulling the hoodie up over his head. He puts back on the jacket and then hand Cyrus his hoodie. "Put this on, it's cold. I don't want you getting sick."

Cyrus cannot bring himself to argue with TJ. Plus he is pretty cold, so he welcomes the idea of warmth. The smaller boy slips it over his body. He likes the way that it smells. It smells citrus-y, just like TJ. He is not sure if it is the soap TJ uses or what, but whenever they are close together, he swears TJ smells like lemons. He takes a second to inhale the scent from the piece of clothing.

TJ blushes as he looks at Cyrus in his hoodie. The sleeves are too long and the hoodie is too big for his small frame, but TJ thinks he is adorable. Something about his boyfriend wearing his hoodie makes him feel so pleased. He always sees other sports players' girlfriends in their hoodies and letterman jackets. So giving Cyrus his hoodie felt so right. He says quietly "You look good in my hoodie...I think you should keep it for a while."

Cyrus' face is bright red at this point. He has to remind himself not to do anything to give them away. He settles on a soft smile as a response. TJ lets out a quiet laugh before saying "Better get going, Muffin. Text me later?"

"Yes of course." Cyrus says before turning around to head out. TJ's eyes linger on Cyrus a little longer before going back to what he is doing.

The rest of the way to Andi’s, Cyrus is smiling like an idiot. He can’t really explain why TJ has this effect on him, but he does. He pulled the hood over his head so he could literally be surrounded by TJ’s scent. He wants fill his entire world with this smell. It makes him feel like he is not alone, like TJ is with him, even when he is not.

Before long, he arrives at Andi’s front door. He forces himself to put on a nonchalant face before knocking. Andi comes to the door and lets him in. “Cyrus, took you long enough.” She laughs as she holds the door open.

By the looks of it, he is the last one to arrive. When he walks into the living room, Marty and Buffy are on the ground in front of the couch, talking about something that Cyrus really has no interest in. Jonah is on the chair in the corner, while Amber is on the couch next to an empty spot that Cyrus assumes is Andi’s. Cyrus takes a seat on the floor and faces the rest of the group.

“Hey Cyrus” Buffy says taking her attention away from Marty for a second. Her greeting is echoed throughout the room. Cyrus looks around at his friends. He loves them all so much and they are so wonderful to him. He tries not to let them see him frown as his mind drifts back to TJ. They all go back to what they were previously doing.

It is Amber who ends up interrupting his thoughts. “Hey, isn’t that my brother’s hoodie?” All the eyes suddenly turned to look him.

Crap. He forgot to take it off before he came in. He has to come up with a good cover. “Yea, I saw him on the way over here. I forgot my coat and I was really cold. I asked him if I could borrow his hoodie since he had a jacket. Honestly, it was pretty dumb of me to leave the house without a coat…”’

Buffy rolls her eyes. “Wow, TJ actually did something nice for you for once. Don’t get used to it.”

Cyrus didn’t know what to say, he did not want to give away too much and he knew he had to be careful what he said. Luckily, he did not have to worry about that right now because Amber piped up.

“Hey, I know you guys don’t like him but that is still my little brother so be nice.”

Buffy rolled her eyes even harder. Cyrus knew Buffy wasn’t Amber’s biggest fan either so he did not know if she would listen. For now though, Buffy seems to have dropped it. Jonah, ever spacey to what is going on around him, says “So when is the pizza going to be here? I am starving.” The room laughs and he just shrugs his shoulders.

**************

Cyrus should have known that Buffy was not going to drop the TJ stuff permanently. It was not long after the pizza arrived that she started at it again.

"I don't get it Cyrus, why are you still friends with that guy? I mean, he is not..."

Marty interrupts her. "Buffy, if he wants to be friends with him, isn't that his business, not ours?" Cyrus has never been more thankful for Marty.

She shoots back at him. "Cyrus is my best friend and it is my business when some jerk isn't worth being his friend." Andi nods is agreement.

Cyrus doesn't know what comes over him but he stands up and says louder than intended "Don't call him that! He is not just some jerk. He is a really great guy. And you know what else? He is so considerate and sweet. You don't know anything about him, Buffy. So just stop.

Everyone is quiet for a moment. They are all shocked by his outburst of assertiveness. To be honest, Cyrus was shocked by it too. He looks around at his friends' stunned faces waiting for someone to do something. Buffy takes a deep breath and stands up to be face to face with Cyrus.

"Cy, do you still like TJ?" She says in a quiet, understanding, voice. Cyrus doesn't know how to answer. In reality, he wants to just tell them all the truth. He wants them to know that he doesn't just like TJ but TJ likes him too. More than that, TJ is his boyfriend. He wants to tell them all how happy TJ makes him, how even now, in this tense situation, his boyfriend's scent, enveloping him in the form of a hoodie, helps him feel stronger.

"I need some air, okay?" He manages to choke out. He knows Buffy wants to push more but he is grateful that she doesn't. He gets out of the living room and into the backyard.

He really doesn't know what to. His head is spinning as he sits down on the bench. Why is this so hard? Being with TJ is so easy. Why can't telling people be this easy? He knows it is not his right to out TJ so telling his friends now is not an option.

He really doesn't want to bother TJ tonight. After all, he is spending his night baking with his mom. But it is as if his fingers have a mind of their own.

Cyrus:

I don't know what to do.

TJ:

What is happening? Are you okay, muffin?

Cyrus:

Yea, I'm okay. It's just, I screamed at Buffy. She just called you a jerk and I lost my temper. Then she asked if I still had a crush on you and I panicked, and now I am outside like an idiot.

TJ:

Cyrus, I'm so sorry...I hate that you are feeling bad.

Cyrus:

I wish you were here

After that text, Cyrus does not hear anything. He hopes he did not weird TJ out by being too clingy. He is kicking himself for being so dumb. He sits outside for another 30 minutes and he is glad his friends let him be. He keeps staring at his phone in case TJ texts him back.

He finally collects himself enough to head back in and face his friends. He does not know what he is going to say but he will figure it out.

He walks back through the back doors to the living room. He is still lost in his thoughts so he barely notices his surroundings. He is not even looking up because he does not want to meet his friends' eyes. That’s why he is caught off-guard when he hears an unexpected voice say "Hey Underdog..."

Cyrus' voice catches in his throat. He can barely believe who he is hearing. He looks up from the ground to meet TJ's eyes. Then he quickly looks around at his friends who all look as confused as he is. He goes back to TJ's eyes. "You actually came..." Cyrus thinks back to the last text he sent.

"Of course, I came." TJ beams at the younger boy. TJ had shown up a few minutes prior. Andi had answered the door. She was not expecting him but let him in anyways. He was just about to head outside to look for Cyrus. TJ continues to stare into Cyrus' eyes. They are in their own world again. Cyrus feels his heart flutter in his chest. TJ dropped everything to be here for him. How could he be so lucky?

As usual, Buffy is the first to break the silence. "Okay, what is going on between you two?"

Cyrus bites his bottom lip and silently asks TJ with his facial expressions for permission to say out loud what he wants to say to his friends. TJ nods his head slowly and Cyrus feels a weight lift off his shoulders. He mouths "Thank you." Without removing his eyes from TJ, he says in a shaky voice "TJ is my...boyfriend." He feels it get harder to breathe as his chest restricts. He knows that this is also difficult for TJ but once again, TJ puts Cyrus' feelings first.

Everyone in the room stares in shock at the two boys.No one quite knows what to say. The air is thick and Cyrus could practically cut the tension with a knife. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees everyone's faces. Buffy, Andi, and Jonah all have mirrored looks of surprise on their face. Marty looks kind of clueless, which Cyrus expected.

But it is Amber he appreciates the most right now. She is smiling over at her brother. TJ is so focused on Cyrus, that he doesn't notice her but Cyrus does. He is so thankful that someone else really cares for TJ. He focuses his attention back to his boyfriend. As soon as sees his face, he melts. TJ is practically glowing as he smiles at Cyrus.

TJ steps closer to Cyrus. He moves so he is at Cyrus' side, grabbing his hand. He squeezes his hand gently, urging Cyrus to continue on. He clears his throat and begins to talk, this time in a way more confident voice.

"TJ and I started dating a month ago yesterday. It’s been the best month of my life. He even took me to the Natural History Museum yesterday, on like a real date. TJ treats me like I'm important."

TJ interjects "Because you are important, muffin." He blushes when he realizes he said that out loud. Cyrus smiles even bigger. He runs his thumb over TJ's knuckles. Buffy looks like she is going to laugh at the overly cutesy nickname but Cyrus shoots her a look that makes her reconsider.

Andi steps up closer to the boys. She looks hesitant at first but then gives a small, nervous smirk. "That explains a lot...but I still don't get it. " She turns her head to TJ. "Why did you abandon Cyrus on costume day?" Cyrus goes to speak but TJ interrupts him. "It’s okay, Underdog... I want to be open with your friends..."

He pulls Cyrus to the couch so that they are sitting against each other. Their fingers are still laced together. The other kids sit down too, getting ready to listen. He takes a deep breathe. “It was Kira…she figured out I liked Cyrus…a lot. She had come up to me to ask about being on the boy’s team, and I turned her down. Cyrus had come up, and she seen how we interacted. At the time I was oblivious to how obvious I was about liking Cyrus. She made me feel bad for wanting to do a costume with a boy. She made it seem like people would know I was…gay if I did. It was dumb, I know. I was dumb. I understand why you all hate me, because I hated me after what I did. I kind of still do.” Cyrus looks at TJ with sad eyes. It kills him that TJ feels this badly about himself. He tries to focus on the rest of what the boy has to say. “Cyrus deserves the best and it makes me so happy to know that you care for him so much.”

Buffy looks so angry. Cyrus is afraid of what she is about to say. He does not want her to still hate TJ. She spits out “How could she do that?! Oh god, I am so sorry, guys. I kicked her off the girls team, and she went after my friends…I can’t believe her! I’m sorry for the way we have been treating you, TJ.” She pause and thinks about something. She laughs to herself. “Who would've thought a year ago, I would be apologizing to you?”

TJ laughs back. "It's fine, you were only protecting Cyrus...I would of done the same thing."

Jonah chimes in. "So is Kira still bothering you, man?"

TJ gets quiet and Cyrus feels him tense against him. Cyrus turns to face TJ. "Wait...TJ is she? Is she doing anything to you?"

"It's nothing, I promise…"

"Teej, don't lie to me...please tell me. I see you sometimes at school, looking so sad. I never want to push you to talk when you are not ready, but it is breaking my heart knowing that someone is making you that upset. "

TJ looks around at the room. Marty speaks up "Look, if I know anything about this group of people, they will all go above and beyond for their friends, and that includes standing with them when someone is giving them trouble.” Buffy looks behind her at Marty and smiles.

Cyrus squeezes TJ’s hand and pleads with him. “Baby, please tell me if something is happening.”

TJ feels so vulnerable right now. He has worked so hard for the past month to hide this from Cyrus. He hates putting so much on the brunnette. Cyrus has already done so much for him, he really did not want to add to that. But now, here he is with his big brown eyes peering through TJ. The way Cyrus called him baby made his breath catch in his throat. Cyrus literally could make him putty in his hands. TJ could not possibly hide anything from him now.

He tries to keep his voice calm and as detached as possible. He does not want to come off as too emotional over this. “It’s really not that important. She just says some mean things sometimes…” TJ tries to look anywhere but back at Cyrus. But it is no use. Everywhere in the room he looks, he sees a pair of concerned eyes looking at him.

Cyrus says tenderly “TJ, what kind of mean things does she say? “

“Just...just like..umm things to remind me that I’ different. She likes to point out how unfortunate it would be if my secret got out. She is right though, this is a small town and not everyone is that accepting.But like she is threatening me for the fun of it. But she doesn’t have any proof so I think that is why she hasn’t outed me...us. Oh and sometimes she brings up cute girls in front of my teammates and asks me what I think about them.I think she just wants to embarrass me. She gets some sick pleasure out of making people feel small. Or like...on Friday, she noticed I was struggling in math so she started basically calling me stupid. I did not even turn in anything to Coleman…” TJ was rambling and he was starting to speak faster. Cyrus could see how upset he was getting.

Cyrus pulled TJ into a hug, squeezing him tight, in an attempt to push away any hurt TJ was feeling. Cyrus was so beyond angry. How could Kira be so cruel? He never wants to see TJ hurting.especially when that hurt was caused by a senseless reason. Kira was a bully and for some reason, TJ was her target. It just wasn’t fair.

Cyrus could tell that TJ was getting uncomfortable around all these people. He knew TJ was trying to hold himself together and put on a strong face for them. As he hugged TJ, he whispered “Wanna go to the swings?” TJ nods slightly as a response.

Both boys let go of each other as they go to stand up. “We are going to go, okay?” Cyrus gives them all a weak smile. Everyone understand and bids their farewells. Right before TJ walks out the door, Buffy grabs his arm. “Hey, you know we got your back, okay? We will figure out a way to handle Kira.” TJ gives her a little smile. “Thanks, Driscoll.”

*************

It's about 6:30 when they get to the swingset. The sun is starting to set, and the park is pretty empty. TJ likes it that way. Now it can be just him and Cyrus. He takes a seat on the swing next to Cyrus’. “Hey Cy?”

“Yea?”

“I am glad we told your friends…

“Me too...but can I ask you something?” The shorter boy asks meekly.

“Anything, Muffin.”

“Why did you change your mind about telling them? Was it just for me?”

“Well part of it was for you..” The blond says honestly. “But part of it was for me too. I was kind of hoping that...they could be my friends too. I know that sounds pretty lame but sometimes I get jealous of anyone who has friends. Besides you, I don’t really have any.”

“That is not lame, not lame at all. And I think after tonight, you have a huge group of friends.”

Tj smiles at the thought of that. He clears his throat to continue speaking. “I really am sorry for not telling you about Kira. I just did not want you to worry.”

Cyrus looks around for anyone who may be watching. They might have come out to their friends but neither of them are ready to come out to anyone else. Their friends are pretty understanding people, but Shadyside could be kind of conservative. Not every kid, or even adult would be so kind to them. When Cyrus is sure they are alone, he twists in his swing to face TJ. He grabs the other boy’s hand.

“Teej, it is my job to worry about you. It is part of the whole boyfriend deal.. Think about it, You would want me to tell you if something was happening to me, right?”

“Yeah, of course!” *TJ says almost matter of factly.

“Well I feel the same way. Kira doesn’t get to bully my boyfriend and get away with it, you understand?” Cyrus says in a very controlled voice.

TJ nods.How could he be so dumb to believe that Cyrus wouldn’t want to hear about his problems, about his bully. God. He does not understand how Cyrus does it He already thought Cyrus was attractive, but he has never looked cuter than right now. TJ took in the image in front of him. Cyrus’ face looked so confident as he spoke about standing up for his boyfriend. Adding to that, Cyrus was still in TJ’s hoodie. The sleeves were pushed up slightly and the hood was draped down the top of Cyrus’ back.

TJ reaches for one of the strings hanging from the hoodie, and plays with it as Cyrus stops talking and looks at him. TJ’s green eyes meet Cyrus’ brown. He bites the bottom of his lip as he notices Cyrus’ eyes flicker down to his lips. He stands up from his swing and steps closer to the other one. As he stands over Cyrus, he leans down and cups the bottom of Cyrus’ chin with on hand as his lips press against the other boy’s.

It is like the world stopped spinning around them. TJ has never felt more connected to another person in whole entire life. He could stay like this for hours, if only he did not have to breathe. When they break apart, TJ goes back to his swing and sits. They spend the next few minutes in blissful silence, both of them lost in their own happy thoughts.

Unfortunately, neither boy realizes they were not alone in the park. Come tomorrow, their whole worlds are going to change.

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#tyrus #andi mack #angst #Kira is a jerk

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azozzoni · 6 years ago

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Hiii I had an idea after I read your fic about Marti not wanting to go to his dad’s wedding. I was wondering if you might maybe write something about Paola’s kid, either present day or a few years down the line when he’s more aware of things, where he’s wondering like why his stepbrother doesn’t come to visit much, or why his dad doesn’t like to talk about him? Or maybe like a conversation between the kid and Marti where he explains the deal? Idk if you’re into any of this but thanks :)

“How come Martino never comes over?” Leo asked, watching his dad pause over his coffee, exchanging a glance with his mom before clearing his throat.

“He’s busy with things,” he said at length, and Leo wasn’t dumb enough to believe that anymore.

It had been years since his parents had been married, since Martino had become his step-brother, but he rarely saw him, and his dad didn’t talk about him much. He’d heard them whispering sometimes, his parents, about ‘what to do’ about Martino, but nothing ever seemed to be done.

He wasn’t a kid anymore, and he knew that couldn’t be the truth. Frowning, he glanced between them.

“What things?”

“You shouldn’t be worrying about Martino,” his mom said firmly, shoving a plate of biscuits over to him. “You have exams coming up. You should be studying.”

It wasn’t an answer and Leo rolled his eyes but didn’t ask anymore. She always seemed to change the subject when he asked. Maybe Martino was a leper. Or maybe he was a bum. Leo didn’t know. He couldn’t know because he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen him.

Martino had used to come around maybe once a year, maybe for Christmas, but the visits had dwindled until he stopped coming altogether, and no one seemed to have a reason for why. Leo was sure there was a reason, but it wasn’t one his parents wanted to share with him.

So he didn’t ask again, but when his dad went to the bathroom and left his phone on the table, Leo forwarded Martino’s number to his phone.

Leo didn’t know why he cared so much, why he was so curious, why he’d texted Martino and asked to meet him.

His friends had been even more skeptical.

“What if he’s a total creep?”

“He’s not a creep,” Leo had replied, rolling his eyes. “He was always nice before.”

“Yeah, ten years ago. Who knows what he’s done since then.”

Leo didn’t listen, sending the message anyway. If Martino did turn out to be really weird, at least he’d have an answer.

Martino’s response had not been quick, sitting on read for several days until he wrote back and agreed to meet at a bar near the center of town.

His dad had pictures of Martino, but they were old, from when Martino was his age, a guy with curly auburn hair, a wide smile, the way Leo remembered him. But it had been years, and Leo suspected he didn’t look the same.

Leo’s head shot up as the door opened and he knew it was Martino immediately, even though he had changed, had shorter hair, face a little thinner than it used to be. He caught Martino’s eye, and Martino made his way over.

He didn’t look like a creep, Leo allowed as Martino sat down, setting his hands on the table and taking him in.

“Does your dad know you’re here?” Martino asked, breaking the silence, and Leo wondered what he meant by “your dad.” He was Martino’s dad too.

“Should he?”

Leo hadn’t told him he was meeting Martino. It was clear they didn’t want to talk about him, and he wanted to know why.

Martino didn’t reply except to bob his head a little, a knowing smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he understood something Leo didn’t.

“So what did you want to talk about?” he asked, leaning back and watching Leo, almost skeptical.

Frowning, Leo shrugged. “I just wanted to catch up, I guess. Do you have a job or anything?”

“Of course I have a job,” Martino replied, wrinkling his nose as though it was a dumb question, but from the way his parents talked, or didn’t talk, about Martino, Leo figured there had to be something wrong. “I’m a production manager at a radio station.”

“Oh.” Leo was surprised.

Martino almost smiled. “Surprised I’m a normal human being?”

“It’s just my parents don’t talk about you,” Leo admitted, watching Martino cross his arms.

“So you wanted to find out what was wrong with me?”

“No,” Leo said quickly, even though it had been in the back of his mind. “You are my step-brother, so I thought maybe it’s time we actually acknowledged that.”

Martino paused for a second and Leo began to wonder if this had been a terrible idea. He wasn’t one for great ideas, which was how he ended up in trouble at school all the time.

At length, Martino sighed, dropping his arms. “You seem nice enough, Leo, but my dad and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. We haven’t for years.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Leo didn’t understand what that mattered.

Martino paused. “I don’t think he’d be pleased to know you’re here right now,” he said finally. “My dad doesn’t agree with how I live my life, and he chose to keep me away from you, so I chose to stay away from him. You’re old enough to decide what you want to do, and if you want to be friends, I can try, but I can’t promise anything.”

Leo frowned. “What do you mean ‘kept you away’?” His dad had never mentioned anything about Martino’s life or why he wouldn’t want him around.

Martino opened his mouth but paused, eyes falling on someone coming in. He looked back to Leo.

“I can’t stay long,” he said instead, rising from his chair, and Leo rose too, turning as Martino nodded at someone behind him. It was a dark-haired guy who stepped up to Martino, an arm sliding around his waist. Martino caught him staring, confused. “Leo, this is Niccolò, my boyfriend. Ni, this is my step-brother.”

The guy, Niccolò, flashed him a smile, and Leo felt understanding wash over him. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah,” Leo heard himself say. He got it now, why his parents were so weird about Martino.

Martino was watching him closely, as though he expected some kind of reaction from him.

“We have to get going,” Martino said finally when Leo just stood there like a fish, brain struggling to come up with something to say to convince Martino that he didn’t care. He didn’t give a fuck if Martino was gay, if he had a boyfriend. He wasn’t a homophobic asshole like some people.

“Wait,” Leo said as Martino and Niccolò reached the door, stumbling over a chair to stop them. “Do you guys want to hang out next week? Go to a movie or dinner or something?”

He was glad to see Martino’s face break into a smile, the glance he exchanged with Niccolò before he nodded.

“Sure,” he said, taking Niccolò’s hand as he pushed open the door to the bar. “Text me.”

“Okay,” Leo agreed, watching them leave. There was one thing he knew for sure, Leo thought as he returned to his table, his dad didn’t need to know about this, and maybe he didn’t deserve to.

#skamit #skam italia #skamit fic #my fic #nicotino #the kids name is leonardo I speak it into existence #why do I always have to name people

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spacereadinglesbian · 6 years ago

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35 reasons why I love you

Summary: TJ hasn’t really seemed like himself for about three days. Cyrus tries everything to wrap his mind around it but he can’t. So he decides to write a list on why he is son important to him. (This is a spin off of 45 reasons by Theo @you-get-to-exhale-now-Cyrus, please check her fic our! )

Word count: 1882

1. You’re kind 

The first real interaction we ever had together, you were nothing but kind to me. You took time out of your day to talk to some nerd who was all sweaty on a swing set, for what? For a split second I thought you were there to make fun of me, to laugh at how I look but you surprised me. You sat down and talked to me, and that’s the day I realized you were kind. It’s been over 4 years and you haven’t stop showing me kindness. It’s not even just me you show kindness to now, you’ve expanded and now your kindness radiates off of you like the sun on the lake during summer. You’re the kindest person I know.

2. You ask about my day No matter how shitty your day is, you make sure that you ask about my day. At first I thought it was a courtesy thing, but you actually listen to my answer. You listen to every word I say, and hang onto them like a needle on a thread.

3. You have a special smile reserved for me You’re smile is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and if I can make you smile for the rest of your life, I promise I will.  

4. You’re intelligent God, you’re so intelligent. You can state history facts off the tip of your tongue, and you have a quote from literature for almost any situation. Even in math your excelling, you took the hardship and got help, even when you didn’t want to. You’re doing amazing now Teej, and I couldn’t be more proud.

5. You’re sympathetic  You care. You care more than any person I’ve met. That day when I came home because my dog died, you were there holding me and reminding me that I was going to be okay. When Andi and Amber had their first fight, you comforted Amber then were at Andi Shack in a matter of 10 minutes. And Buffy. When Buffy has a problem with Marty she doesn’t ask me, she asks you, that’s a huge step, especially for her. And when Jonah has panic attacks, he talks to you. You’re the first person he goes to, he says he does it because you’re the best listener, I agree.  

6. You don’t put hair gel in you hair when it’s just us 

7. You’re incredible with kids  Whenever I go to bring you lunch at work you have at least two children clinging to your leg. They say that Mr.TJ is the best gym instructor they’ve ever had.  

8. You’re strong When your parents went through that divorce you were the glue that held the family together while you were also falling apart. You kept it together in front of your mom, your little brother, and Amber. You said they needed at least one man that wouldn’t screw them over. You were only 15 at the time but wanted to make sure everyone was taken care of. You’re the strongest person I know.

9. You’re a great story teller Damn I could listen to your stories all day, every day. The amount of detail you go into when you’re telling story and the little light in your eyes when you realize somebody actually cares about it is breathtaking.

10. You’re warm  When I’m cuddling with you I don’t even need a blanket. I think you’re so warm because you have such a warm heart, but that's just my personal opinion. 

11. You make the best coffee 

12. You can ramble about history for hours

13. Glasses  When you wake up from a nap and have your hair misplaced and your glasses on you look like the softest little teddy bear.  

14. You care about the environment  Do you remember the day when we had a beach date? We didn’t even end up swimming, we ended up picking up as much trash as we possibly could on the beach. And after that, your smile was radiating so we went to a different beach and picked that one up too. I also gave up beef for you because your love for the environment is so infectious, and you know how much I loved hamburgers.

15. You respect and love your mom  I’ve never seen someone have so much respect for their mom. I don’t know if its because you’re a respectful person or because of everything your mom has done for you. From being a single mom to accepting you when you came out. All I know is that you look at her like she holds the world, and you’re not wrong because she held you for 9 months and now you’re my world. 

16. You text me to make sure I get home safe  Nobody has ever taken the time to make sure I get home safe every single time I leave them, it just reminds me how lucky I am to have you.

17. You’re an awful person to watch sad movies with. Yeah I said it. You get so emotional while watching sad movies we always end up changing them, but I don’t mind because I hate thinking about sad things when I’m with you.  

18. You collect socks  Whenever I have a bad day I look at your socks. You always have something cool on them whether it’s dogs, or basketballs, but my personal favorite are the ones with unicorns. 

19. You don’t have one plain pair of sheets  You say that if you fall asleep on plain sheets your brain doesn’t get enough imagination. Now I know why you’re such a creative person 

20. Every time we are out we have to get your dog a new toy  I swear Bonnie has at least 30 toys all from you. “Cy, we have to go get her a toy! We went out without her she’s going to hate us!” Every time I cave.  

21. You like to capture the moment At first I hated it that you took so many pictures, I always said “let’s live in the moment.” But you always wanted to take at least one picture. Now I’m lucky that you did that, we have a picture from every movie night to every date. 

22. You have soft hands  I always take your hands in mine because they are so soft, I just can’t help it, plus I love playing with your fingers. 

23. Your eyes light up when you talk about something you love I don’t know if you know this, but you get a sparkle in your eye whenever you talk about something you care about. That’s why I watch history documentaries with you and help you pick up beaches. I never want to see your eyes without sparkle. 

24. You don’t half ass shit  No matter how hard something is, you give it your all. You put everything you have into it, I can’t help but admire that part of you.  

25. You’ve worked for everything you have  You have worked since you were 14 years old, almost nobody does that. You pay for your phone bill, you’re gas, and your car insurance, and you still beg to pay while we’re on dates.  

26. You volunteer at the elementary school Every Wednesday you read to a second grade class, I don’t know why you do it, you’ve never told me, but I know it holds a special place in your heart.  

27. You’re an incredible brother You always help Cooper with his homework when you get home from school. You’re always there to talk to him, you even talk to him about girl troubles even though in your words “I have no experience”. And Amber. Oh my god you’re such an incredible brother to Amber. You’re there for her to talk to or yell at, or use as a punching bag when needed. You even letter put makeup on you when she wants to try something new, you’re the only person I know who lets their sister do that.

28. You’re a good cuddler That’s it, that’s the whole reason.  

29. You put your friends first  Ever since we adopted you into our friend group you’ve cared about everyone. If they look down you make sure to text them ask them privately, if they are having a hard family time you offer them to stay at your house. You treat everybody like family, it’s one of the many reasons I love you.  

30. You always offer to pay  Even though I got a job, you still offer to pay, ALWAYS! We have to rock, paper, scissor, it out every time to decide who gets to pay.

31. You’re a great captain Ever since 8th grade you’ve respected your teammates and you made sure they get the attention they need. You put your practices first, you’re kind to every single person, you even have game nights once a month at your house.

32. You have a good relationship with my family  My mom literally treats you like her own son, she always asks why you aren’t at the house and when you’re coming over next. My dad asks when your games are and shows up to every one, he always tells me how great you are basketball. He’s thankful that one day he might have a son that loves sports just as much as he does.

33. God, you have really soft lips  

34. You’re sincere  I feel like I’ve already said this, but I guess I’ll say it again, you love with your whole heart and nothing less. You care about people, you truly care about people TJ and it shows, you’re just an incredible person. 

35. You’re the most important thing in my life  From the day I met you I knew you were special. I knew you held a special place in my heart and I didn’t know why. Then I got to know you, I really got to know you and I started to understand why my heart felt so full while you were around. It’s because of everything that I’ve listed and more. When I’m not with you, you’re all I think about, and when I’m with you I think about the next time I can see you. I think about your voice, and your eyes. I think about how soft your lips feel on mine. I think about when you giggle and try to hide it by covering your mouth with your hand. God Theodore, i just think about you. I think about what I would do without you, and my mind goes blank because I can’t. I can’t see myself without you by my side. You are the most important thing in my life, and I love you more than you can ever imagine. And all I want for you is to be happy.

Love always,  Cyrus

#andi mack #buffy driscoll #cyrus goodman #disney #tj kippen #tj x cyrus #tyrus fanfic #tyrus andi mack #andi mack fanfic #amber #ambi #andi x amber

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imhereforthetryus · 6 years ago

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@softambi you said you wanted a sleepover Fic I deliver (I hope you dont mind)

Sleepover:

“How about Love Simon” Jonah suggested quietly Marty grabbed the remote

“No High School Musical”

“That movie sucks almost as much as you Marty”

“No you suck” Marty stuck out his tounge

“No you” Jonah mimicked him

“High School Musical is the best”

“Shut Up Were not watching High School Musical For The 10th time” TJ yelled his boice echoing off of the walls, Marty and Jonah had been in a very tense argument about what to watch for the past 30 minutes and TJ was sure he had a migraine. Jonah smiled confidently

“Hear that Marty?”TJ rolled his eyes “Were not watching High School Musical so suck on that”

“Jonah were not watching Love simon either” TJ sighed

“but-t-t” “No”

Marty grinned “You heard TJ”’

Jonah groaned and flopped down on TJ bed “Then what will we watch!” He shouted

“Terminator” TJ suggested, Marty and Jonah gave a knowing glance at each other

“No”

“Come on Guys” TJ pleaded

Jonah and Marty shook thier heads “Nuh ah”

“For once i'm agreeing with dumbass Jonah”

“ Yeah That movie sucks”

“Well too bad it my house”

“So the movie still sucks Kippen”

“You dont have any taste Mr.Driscoll”

“Oh you want to play that game Mr.Cyrus-Goodman” Marty mocked TJ stance “I love you so much Cyrus” TJ shoved a pillow in Marty direction

“Man down Man down” Marty yelled as he fell down to the ground he stuck out his tounge and pretend to be dead

“Get up Marty” TJ and Jonah picked him up

Jonah raised his eyebrows “Hey wait before Marty did you just call me dumb”

“No I called the popcorn dumb”

“Oh Okay” Jonah returned back to his smiling mood and drummed his fingers on the window back again

“Come on Marty, it not fair to trick Jonah it almost too easy” TJ and Marty burst out laughing they laid down on the floor

“Wait why you guys laughing” Jonah looked in pure confusion as his friends continued wheezing

“Marty uh told a very funny joke” TJ said looking to Marty for confirmation Jonah smiled and tilted his head

“Is it the ketchup joke because that one a riot”

“Nah” TJ elbowed Marty

“Which one then?”

“It doesn't matter anyways Jonah” TJ sat down and grabbed a handful of popcorn out of Marty bowl Marty gave TJ a glare “plus were not watching anything if we can't decide on a movie” “So stay on topic” after several minutes of arguing TJ broke up the fight and declared no movies

“but what are we supposed to do” Jonah whined

“Lets play a game” TJ shrugged he crouched down to his shelf and browsed several games “How about Candy Land?”

“Oooh do we get to eat them”

“Jonah for the last time you can't eat candy land pieces” TJ yelled last time they had a sleepover and played candyland Jonah ate the plastic pieces thinking it was real pieces and Jonah almost choked, TJ mom and dad had grounded him for eternity they almost lost the privilege to hang out in the Kippen Game room and even worse Jonah had developed a taste of eating board games which he ate infront of them and TJ had to use his allowance to pay for the missing pieces

“Please” Jonah gave TJ puppy eyes Marty shook his head and scanned the shelf the blue grayish box caught his eye and he grabbed it waving it enthusiastically in front of TJ

“Ooh Battleship” TJ snorted and Jonah shook his head

“You always cheat at that game Marty” TJ laughed

“More like he cheats at every game”

“You guys are just sore losers” Marty glared

“Were not playing it Marty”

“Yeah plus the battleship pieces aren't as tasty since they changed the recipe”

“Jonah how many times have I told you not to eat the recalled ones they have lead poisoning” TJ gave him a look of disbelief im done

“Were all gonna die anyways” (How I feel about the newest news)

TJ rolled his eyes “How about Twister Teej” Jonah said

“Close your mouth Jonah” “That could work”

“Fine” Marty huffed angrily “Battleship is better”

“No it not your just bitter” Jonah laughed

“Guys are we gonna argue or are we gonna play Twister” TJ asked

After 5 minutes of Marty and Jonah arguing who was gonna go first TJ stepped up to the responsibility dispute Marty and Jonah protest “Green Foot” Jonah tried to put his foot as far away from TJ hand, Jonah had to duck multiple times under everyone to reach the spinner, Marty twisted his elbow trying to get it on red, Jonah fell 3 times letting everyone fall down on him, TJ was like a human pretzel while Marty knees were wobbling after everyone had fallen down eight times they quit

“It your fault Marty”

“No You” TJ grinned sure Marty and Jonah fights were almost as annoying as themselves but TJ loved them

AN: I want to cry and die Andi Mack ending so I try and update all my Ao3 works also toy eating Jonah my new headcannon and no one can convince me otherwise it not canon, and the dumbass trio is my mood, also Crack Ship Rights 😤(Luke Mullen Could Never) also i be doing a tag list comment or reblog if you want to be on it and a social media au coming up

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bored-fan-bs-thoughts · 6 years ago

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Final Chapter: Fluff and Holiday Cheer

Sorry this took so long, but I lost momentum and started planning out another chaptered fic. I hope this is a sufficient end. Enjoy!

Find Previous Chapters Here!

After about a month and a half of dating, T.J. and Cyrus finally convinced Cyrus’s parents to allow them to have sleepovers again. The deal is that they were required to stay in the open, so they decide to sleep on the couch. Well, decide is a little generous. Cyrus actually falls asleep on T.J.’s shoulder and T.J. doesn’t want to wake him up. They have the morning to themselves because Amber and T.J.’s dad were both at work, as per usual.

It takes about an hour to get off the couch and into the kitchen. Cyrus just wants to stay cuddled in T.J.’s arms where he feels safe and warm, but T.J. is determined to get the day started so they’ll have time to enjoy the morning with just the two of them before the rest of his family gets home.

When he finally frees himself from being Cyrus’s pillow, he helps the other boy stand up. He’s a bit shaky on his feet at first, but T.J.’s firm grasp and steady balance allow him to rise from the warm couch. Cyrus makes a pouty face, but T.J. places soft kisses to his forehead, nose, and cheeks thus erasing any sadness from his expression and causing him blush.

T.J. wraps his arms around the sleepy boy’s waist causing Cyrus to burrow his head into T.J.’s soft hoodie as if preparing to go back to sleep.

“No, you’re not allowed to sleep,” T.J. says fondly. He effortlessly lifts Cyrus up and carries him into the kitchen eliciting a squeal from Cyrus. He places the boy down in a kitchen chair and smooths his messy hair.

“Am I pretty now?” Cyrus jokes, batting his eyes flirtatiously.

“You’re always pretty,” T.J. responds dreamily.

“You are quite the charmer, Kippen,” Cyrus says.

“Only for you,” T.J. responds. He kisses the boy on his forehead, and turns to begin pulling out dishes and ingredients for breakfast. Cyrus is left admiring the boy as he begins to measure out the flour.

“Are pancakes okay, babe?” T.J. asks, tossing his head over his shoulder to get another glimpse of Cyrus. He feels as if he has check if Cyrus is there to make sure this is all still real. He still can’t help feeling like any minute Cyrus is going to say it’s all a joke, but he knows that will never happen. Cyrus nods, rising from his seat and rubbing the grogginess out of his eyes.

“What can I help you with?”

As T.J. and Cyrus cook, they steal glances at each other. In such close proximity, their hands brush frequently causing them both to blush. Eventually, Cyrus grabs T.J.’s hand and interlocks their fingers earning a small gasp from the boy. Cyrus shakes his head affectionately and moves in for a kiss. Despite their two months of dating, he’s still somewhat timid, but that doesn’t stop him from bringing his free arm up to wrap around the taller boy’s neck. He loves the feeling of being in T.J.’s arms. He feels safe and comfortable. And kissing him is definitely a perk.

The entire morning feels so domestic. The boys cook together, hold hands, and kiss. They can definitely get used to this.

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After they clean, they find themselves cuddled up on the couch together. Cyrus has his thighs draped over T.J.’s lap whose arm is wrapped around Cyrus’s shoulders as his other hand absentmindedly plays with the Jewish boy’s dainty fingers. They are both perfectly content to sit quietly and wordlessly, and Cyrus can feel himself drifting off to sleep again as T.J. presses the occasional kiss to the boy’s forehead or fingertips. T.J. shamelessly gazes down at the boy in his arms knowing he is so far gone for him.

“So…I was thinking, and I think I might be ready to go public?” Cyrus asks, his voice is soft and laden with exhaustion.

“Hell, yeah,” T.J. says, then coughing he adds, “Only if you’re truly ready, of course.”

Cyrus nods up at T.J. “I want people to know about us,” Cyrus says. “I want to be able to kiss you and hold your hand in public.”

T.J. kisses him on the cheek. “Me too,” T.J. says.

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The next day, T.J. and his teammates are preparing for their big game in the locker room. Feeling his phone buzz against his thigh, he takes it out of his pocket to see the usual good luck text from Cyrus. He can’t help but smile as he reads it, catching the attention of his teammates.

“Aw, Kippen’s all smiley today,” Chris teases, “Have you see your boy recently?”

“You can tell by the glow on his face,” Darren says as he exits the locker room. “And the absurd amount of blush.”

“Let’s just say there’s a reason I’m not denying the ‘your boy’ comment,” T.J. responds as he begins to tie his sneakers.

Chris smiles at this. “What happened?” he asks.

“I can’t say,” T.J. says laughing, “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

“Since when are you a gentleman?”

T.J. pushes Chris nearly off the bench he’s sitting on causing the boy to laugh and fight back.

“Damn bro,” Chris says. “Is he coming to the game?”

“Always,” T.J. nods. “We gotta get out there before coach gets mad.”

Chris slings a sweat towel over his shoulder, and stands up from the bench.

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After the game, Cyrus freely runs into T.J.’s arms, engulfing his sweaty boyfriend in a congratulatory hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” Cyrus says as he pulls away.

“I want to kiss you so badly right now,” T.J. says.

“Do it.”

Without hesitation, T.J. crashes his lips against Cyrus’s in an aggressive but tender kiss. T.J. blocks out the crowd around them, but he knows he’s going to be hearing a lot about this from his teammates later on. After a few invigorating moments, they pull away for air. T.J. rests his forehead on against Cyrus’s.

“You smell like sweat,” Cyrus says, trying to pull away from him. He is held tighter by his boyfriend’s arms around his waist.

“I’m not letting you get away,” T.J. says. Cyrus giggles and leans up to his T.J.’s sweaty cheek.

“Wow, you guys really took the ‘going public’ seriously,” Buffy teases, breaking them out of their haze. She and Marty stand close to them holding hands.

“You played well, man,” Marty says, patting T.J. on the back. “And I’m really happy for you guys.”

“Thanks bro!” T.J. responds. “Are we all heading to The Spoon?”

“YES!” Cyrus exclaims, “I need some baby taters.”

T.J. smiles as Buffy and Marty nod in response. Cyrus finally detaches from his boyfriend and attempts to push him towards the locker room.

“Please go shower, you sweaty boy,” Cyrus says.

T.J. blows a kiss in Cyrus’s direction before turning around and heading to the showers. Cyrus is left a blushing, blubbering mess. T.J. still has a crazy effect on him, despite how comfortable he feels around him.

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At The Spoon, T.J. and Cyrus sit in a booth across from Buffy and Marty. Andi sits at the end of the table witnessing both couples and feeling single as ever.

“Wow, I love being a fifth wheel,” Andi says. She means for it to sound like a joke, but her real annoyance shines through.

“Well, Amber’s here right now,” Buffy says, “You could change that.”

“Guys, she probably doesn’t feel the same,” Andi says.

“Amber?” T.J. says. “Are you kidding me? She couldn’t be more obvious.”

“Hey guys,” Amber says. Seemingly appearing out of thin air, she greets the group before turning her head to Andi specifically, “Hey Andi.”

“Hey, Amber,” Andi says. She can’t hide the blush on her cheeks.

“I’m kind of taking my break right now,” Amber explains looking solely at Andi, “Can I talk to you a bit…in private?”

“Oh,” Andi says turning to look back at her friends who are giving her excited nods, “Yeah, sure!”

Andi stands up nervously and follows Amber out of the diner. T.J. can’t keep his laughter under control. Cyrus simply looks at him like he’s a crazy person.

“I’m sorry,” T.J. says through his giggling, “It’s just, I’m so happy she’s finally telling her. It’s taken so long.”

“I think you’re just a lovesick fool,” Buffy says causing T.J. to stick his tongue out at her.

“Does this mean that we’re the only straight members of this group?” Marty says, looking towards his girlfriend.

“Actually,” Buffy says, “I think you may be the only one…I think I’m bi.”

Everyone at the table gasps. “Oh my God!” Cyrus says. “We can finally be the Gay Hair Crew.”

“Yeah, ain’t gonna happen,” Buffy says.

“How’d you know?” Cyrus asks. “I want to know everything.”

Buffy shrugs with a slight blush on her cheeks. “I guess I kind of used to have a crush on Andi.”

“Called it!” T.J. says, giving himself a high five. Buffy gives him a questioning look.

“He actually did,” Cyrus says. “He asked if you two were a thing many months ago. I’m proud of you babe.”

“Thanks babe,” T.J. says, giving his boyfriend an adoring peck on the forehead.

“Ugh, stop being so disgustingly cute,” Marty says. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“What are your Valentine’s Day plans?” Cyrus asks.

“I’m probably going to kick Marty’s ass in a game of one-on-one,” Buffy jokes.

“Actually,” Marty says, giving an adoring look to his girlfriend, “We are going out to dinner. Maybe we will be competing a bit.”

“Everything between you two is a competition,” Cyrus says with a smile. “We’re just going to watch some trashy rom-coms and do some baking. We have the house to ourselves because my dad and step-mom are going out to dinner.”

“Correction, we are watching cinematic masterpieces,” T.J. says feigning offense, “But go off, I guess.”

“Let me guess,” Marty says, “T.J. picked the movies.”

“It was a mutual decision,” T.J. defends, but he’s given away by Cyrus shaking his head.

“T.J. is just really in love with Ryan Gosling, but honestly who isn’t?” Cyrus says. This earns him a laugh from the group. “Which leads to an interesting conversation. You all know my first crush was on Jonah, and I deserve to know yours.”

“Well, mine was kind of a mix between Andi and Marty,” Buffy says, “Which is probably obvious.”

“I think mine was Buffy,” Marty says, “At least, that’s the only one that matters.”

Buffy blushes as T.J. makes a fake wretch sound. It quickly turns into a yelp as the girl kicks his shin under the table.

“T.J.,” Marty says, giving a glance towards the boy, “Who was yours?”

T.J. looks down. He knew the question was coming, but he wasn’t ready to answer. When he looks up all pairs of eyes are on him.

“Um, my first crush,” T.J. begins nervously, “Was on Marty. But don’t hate me Buffy. I’m totally over it now.”

Buffy laughs. “We can all tell,” She says, looking between Cyrus and T.J.

Cyrus leans into T.J.’s side, and T.J. throws an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder. He feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

Suddenly, the bell rings signaling Andi and Amber’s reentrance. They are holding hands as the approach the table and Andi sits down in her seat.

“I have to go back to work, Bambi,” Amber says, leaning down and planting a kiss on her new girlfriend’s cheek.

“That was a quick way of becoming not-single,” Buffy comments as soon as Amber walks away (she nearly runs into a nearby table as she does so).

The entire table bursts into laughter as Andi’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red.

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Cyrus opens the door to find a smiling T.J. holding a large bouquet of roses.

“Here are some roses,” T.J. says, his voice slightly raspy from his wide smile, “For my rose”

“God, you’re such a dork,” Cyrus says, but there is a strong, deep blush on his cheeks. He takes the flowers from his boyfriend, gives him a quick kiss, and leads T.J. into his kitchen. He places the bouquet down on the counter. As he turns to grab a vase, hands wrap around his waist and spin him around to come face-to-face with his boyfriend.

“Hi,” T.J. says in a bashful and affectionate tone.

“Hi,” Cyrus says, giggling. He leans in to kiss T.J. It’s slow, soft, and meaningful, and it makes Cyrus’s heart flutter.

“Happy Valentine’s day, Cy,” T.J. says, leaning his forehead against Cyrus’s. His arms are still wrapped around his boyfriend’s waist.

“Happy Valentine’s day, babe,” Cyrus says back, “Now lets do some baking!”

Cyrus pulls away, sad to leave the comfort and warmth of T.J.’s embrace. It’s been almost two months, but his heart still flutters when he thinks about his relationship. He can only hope this feeling will last forever.

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mentalcurls · 6 years ago

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2. Sei uno str***o

I’m back with my thoughts of episode 2 of the first season of Skam Italia. This was much quicker than analyzing episode 1, but there’s still a lot of stuff I hadn’t caught or thought much about the first time I watched the season, like pre-Luchino interactions between the boys, sexy times and the earliest mentions of Marti’s mom. Bechdel test results at the end. Warning for gratuitous use of italics.

I’m still not over Skam Italia doing that video of Gio and the chat between him and Eva, referencing and overturning Skam og’s “No Norwegian boy would go down on a girl”, that shit was savage, bless LudoBesse

Oh, the song that plays while Gio and Eva are getting to the cabin! “It’s gonna be you / And me / It’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed” is 100% referring to Eva, to her wanting to be with Gio, in peace, for a while, to her anticipation and plans for this trip

seeing the cabin again, though. I mean, intellectually I know this is the first time it’s ever seen on screen, this was the first time I saw it as well cause I watched all of S1 that weekend after 3.5 Ammucchiate, but now the magical triad of “Sto a Bracciano”, “Due ore” and “Patatine e marmellata” colors my experience of it so much, I almost teared up when Gio and Eva got inside

I had kind of forgotten how much they actually show of Gio and Eva having sex, I get why people drew the comparison after the Nicotino sex scenes, BUT “DUE ORE” AND “TU NON SEI DI MILANO” ARE PERFECT ANYWAYS

still not over the absence of any fic in which Gio gets to properly show off his oral skills (with Eva or anyone else)

Marti moaning and complaining about how he’s scarred and traumatized after he walks in on Eva and Gio kills me; tbh his problem is mostly that he saw a bit too much of Eva (not a lot I think, because that sheet was pretty strategically placed) and not enough of Gio

I can’t focus on Eva when there are proto-Contrabbandieri interactions going on, I just cannot

ok, so, Marti. He says his mom “freaked out” because she decided to do housework and that he had to run. So, like. Given that he uses that same wording “sbroccare” that he’ll use in later episodes to talk about his mother’s mental illness, what’s happening here? Because while I see how a person would “freak out” about cleaning (like if they suddenly started obsessing over everything being dirty), I think from what we’ve seen of Mrs Rametta that’s not likely and she probably simply tried to do the spring cleaning. So is that what Marti considers a “freak out”? Does he put spring cleaning on the same level of what I’ve always assumed were, like, panic attacks? And then of course there’s the fact that we have a boy who runs like a bat out of hell as soon as household chores are mentioned. Now. We know in a few months Marti is going to pray for his mom to want to do the chores 💔

“C’mon Eva why are you being like this?” are you really asking Gio?

Marti is at peak 🐍🐍 here: he hijacks Eva’s time with Giovanni, stops them from having sex and keeps Gio busy with a thirteen-hour-long game of Risk Eva doesn’t take part in at all. And Gio lets him! He doesn’t even appear to stay mad about not being able to have sex for more than those two minutes when he hits Marti with his sleeping bag, is he even a teenage boy

that build up to Elia’s appearance, with the creepy music, gets to me every time and Gio going for the fireplace log lifter kills me

Elia Santini is a living meme from his very first line (“Ammazza che accoglienza”)

I mean that chuckle + “Che, davero?” combo is ICONIC

Eva’s unimpressed face at Gio is also iconic.

“C’mon, what could I do, he asked if he could come, should I have said no?” ahem, OBVIOUSLY YES, since you promised your girlfriend it’d be the two of you (honestly, Gio, how did you expect to have sex, with your best friends in the room next to yours, only separated by a door??)

Notice that Eva walks away (only a few paces), fully expecting him to follow her and try to placate her more, so she can properly scream at him, except he doesn’t, he goes inside with the guys

so we get to the beach scene and what I can’t help but wonder is how long the two schemers, Gio and Elia, spent coming up with a suitable excuse to feed Eva for going back to Rome, something she wouldn’t question… and she actually questions it anyways for a minute

and God, the suspicious look Eva gives them as they walk away

in this proto-Contrabbandieri dynamic, I can’t help but notice that Martino fills that Luchino-ish role, obviously he’s not treated the same because he’s much more likely to have a sharp comeback to mocking and he’s not as naive as Luca, but he’s the one that gets left behind while the trouble duo goes to get the weed; and I think that if a Bastardata-like situation was to happen in S1 Marti would be the “victim”

and of course this episode has this big gaslighting incident, where Gio tells Eva he’s going back to Rome for his brother, Martino covers for him pretending he knows nothing (and encouraging Eva to drink and forget 😑) and when Gio comes back they all act like it’s fine, like it’s normal that he was gone most of the day and the whole night and like she’s totally overreacting when she’s mad

ok, but Marti is really really invested in Gio’s sex life, this boy is gone, desperately looking for any and all scraps. I think I’ve seen fic do the “Marti never wanked over Gio, he couldn’t have faced him afterwards” thing and while that’s valid, I think that he actually fantasized a lot about him, basing himself on the sexcapades Gio has told him about, like Villa Sciarra, because this boy has shown he’s thirsty af from day one, first telling Eva “c’mon, zozzoni, let me see” on Skype and then in this episode asking Eva outright what Gio’s like in bed

I can’t even describe Marti’s face during the conversation, first he fakes nonchalance, then he goes for a nice-guy-encouraging-reassuring smile, then he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows, then he’s smug, when Eva seems to be mustering up the courage to speak again he’s kind of hopeful, then smug again, then he softens when he starts cuddling Eva, but in the last shot from that clip he’s looking in the distance, he stops smiling and has a slightly disappointed expression

that conversation with Eva, God. Aside from any and all speculation of Marti’s motives, she is obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable, yet Marti keeps pressing; she clearly states she asked Gio not to talk about their sex life (not too in depth at least), yet Martino confirms he’s ignored her request and quotes some notable examples that prove his knowledge, which embarasses her further, to the point she stops the conversation; finally, Marti justifies Gio and himself by saying “You know, we’re like this.” like that excuses anything (or means anything, really)

those shots of the lake in the early morning and of the trees *insert Poetic cinema meme here*

Gio has the gall to come in like nothing’s happened and announce he’s brought back brioches, then to shake his head and sigh when Eva storms off, like dude? You left her alone with your best friend for a whole day and a whole night, no answers to her calls and texts, she woke up hungover on the couch and in the arms of a boy who’s not you and you’re surprised and exasperated by her being mad at you?? Honestly, Gio, you might be il mago dell’amore cause you’re half decent at matchmaking but you’re shit at doing relationships, at keeping them healthy and working

at least Eva finally gets him to follow her where they can talk alone, she finally gets him to choose her over his friends for a few minutes

Eva’s paranoid and controlling behaviour is not healthy for her or for Gio or anyone else, really, but I get where she comes from. Her relationship began with cheating, her boyfriend is currently hiding something, so trust is not something that comes easy here. Still, asking to read your boyfriend’s messages to someone else is not something conducive to a better relationship.

“You-you change when you’re around them.” hello “7 things” by Miley Cyrus!

And here we go again: “Eva, do you really think I’m hiding something from you? Eva, I’m not hiding anything from you, okay?” and he kisses her, trying to placate and distract her with physical affection

poor Eva walking to a place that is as isolated as she feels

I mean, this trip must have been devastating for her, she’s been anticipating it for weeks, it should be her occasion to be with Gio, to strengthen the one relationship in her life that’s going well, to placate her fears and to forget all the stuff that’s going to shit in her life for a few days; instead Gio’s friends gatecrash the trip, Gio spends half of the time going back and forth from Rome, she gets stuck with Marti who’s a good guy, but inappropriate, she finds out her boyfriend discloses info about their intimacy without her consent, and there’s the whole Laura thing. The only pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel is that kind-of-weird, a bit too touchy-feely girl from the Easter party befriending her on Facebook, how sad is her life?

Bechdel test: this episode doesn’t pass the test. There’s a brief conversation between Eva and her mom at the beginning, but her dad intervenes, plus Eva’s mom is still unnamed so the conversation doesn’t count for the test.

This post is part of my complete series of meta about Skam Italia season 1. If you’d like to read more of my thoughts about the other episodes, you can find the mastepost linked in the top bar on my blog under SKAMIT: EVA. Cheers!

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