#sorry for rambling I'm just tired and lonely and could use a break

[undefeatednils]

Stuff in tags, don't want y'all to read an essay.

[middlechild404]

Flying over the Atlantic

Alone. 

Five letters 

Three vowels. 

A word that describes a  physical state where you are physically by yourself. 

A word that I wouldn't use to describe myself. 

Lonely.

Six letters.

Two vowels. 

A word that describes an emotional state where you feel disconnected from others. 

A word that I would use to describe myself. 

But, all it would take to make me stop is to book a flight from Los Angeles to London and sit next to an enlightening man 35000 feet in the air. 

Statistics show that there is a 2% chance to find love on a plane. My chances were very low. Thankfully, the odds were in my favor. 

I loved to travel. It was a way for me to take a break from life and reset my energy. But, I didn't like sitting next to someone for the next 11 hours who would be shaking his gigantic leg the entire flight. 

This man was so big that my seat that was attached to his was shaking too. I was trying to concentrate on my book, but my tired eyes and the shaking made it impossible. 

In my head, I was cursing at him and making him stop. However, I was never the confrontational type. I always took the high road. Hence, I kept my mouth shut and kept trying to read my book. 

His leg finally stopped shaking. But before I could have some satisfaction he spread his legs wide enough for one of them to touch my leg. He was in my space. I hated it when people were in my space. He didn't move. I didn't move. I felt this burning sensation of discomfort where his leg was touching mine. This time I couldn't keep my mouth shut. 

“Sir?” I said loud enough for him to hear me. 

He didn't budge. He didn't even turn to look at me. Therefore, I managed to nudge him with my leg which got his attention, as he turned to face me. One could barely see his face with the cap and sunglasses. 

“Sir?” I said again with more aggression in my tone while I was burning holes in his leg with my eyes. 

He kept quiet and stared at me for a second. Then, he moved around in his chair to find a comfortable position. 

I only got to read one page from my book before he gave up on shuffling around in his seat. 

“Sorry mam, but there is literally no place for my legs to go, and I can't find a comfortable position to sit in for the next 11 hours.” He said apologetically. 

I don't know where my courage or rudeness came from, but I managed to let words I would've never said slip my mouth. “Well, maybe you should've gotten yourself in first class.” 

He thought I was a bitch. I thought I was a bitch. We were both shocked at my remark. 

“I am so sorry, I didn't mean..I am so sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'm not usually like this. I think I'm getting my period soon. Sorry again, that was too much information. I talk too much...  ” I kept apologizing and scrambling for words, while a smile grew on his face. 

“I tried” He managed to slip between my endless rambling with a chuckle. 

I fell silent, looking at him to continue. 

“I booked last minute and it was fully booked, so I had to get bumped here.” He said with a shrug. 

“Sorry that you had to be stuck in these trashy seats then.” I said, waving around the area where his legs were. 

“No need to be sorry, this place is less trashy now that I have a beautiful girl to keep me company for the rest of the flight.” He said charmingly. 

A blush grew on my entire face. I'm pretty sure I turned into a tomato, earning me another chuckle. I was speechless. I was never good at receiving compliments. Hence, why I only gave him a nod and kept reading my book. Although, I could still feel his eyes on me. 

“Oliver Twist huh, you don't see many people walking around with that book in their hands these days.” He pointed out, drawing my attention from the book I've read too many times. 

“Yeah well, Charles Dickens just hits different” I answered. 

“I would've pegged you more of a Colleen Hoover fan than someone that many in our generation feel is outdated.” He stated. 

“well I am a Colleen Hoover fan, but it's completely idiotic to claim that Charles Dickens is outdated.” I said.

We fell silent again, while simply staring at each other. “Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?” He blurted, quoting Charles Dickens from his book Our Mutual Friend.

“Are you a Charles Dickens fan too?” I asked curiously. 

“Yep, see we have something in common. We should probably just skip to our wedding.” He joked. 

He stretched out his hand for me to shake while introducing himself. “I am Jack Harlow.” I introduced myself hesitantly, knowing that I recognized his name. 

“Ahh, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He flirted.

This time I managed to get a word out, but unfortunately, the tomato issue was still in need of work. “Charming”. 

“I wouldn't have thought that a famous rapper like you would take an interest in Charles Dickens.” I teased. 

He simply laughed as he looked around making sure that nobody heard the famous rapper part. When he noticed that the coast was clear he took off his glasses, revealing the most beautiful ocean eyes. People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and his soul was drawing me in. If I had looked a bit longer, I would've drowned. 

I cleared my throat, taking myself out of my trance just in time to hear his question. “So what would your answer be to the quote I said before?”

“Wow, you just jump into the deep questions, don't you? People usually start with what are your hobbies.” I stated jokingly. Earning another chuckle. 

“Anyway to answer your question, I would've chosen to have had a good thing and lost it. Isn't that what life is all about? I mean everything you go through ends up shaping you as a person, and the more you go through, the more you learn about yourself.” I added. 

He nodded approvingly at my answer. 

“I knew I liked you, how about we skip to just having children by now.” He reasoned with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

I playfully hit his arm and from there our conversation flowed. It's so interesting finding a stranger that you feel you've known your whole life. 

He was just perfect, the more we talked the more I could feel those walls I had all those years crumble and fall to the ground. For the first time in forever, I felt like someone got me. He listened and paused before giving his thoughtful opinion. At this point, we knew everything about each other. Nine hours had managed to fly by, as we were talking for what only felt like an hour. 

“So what are your plans here Mr. Harlow, are you going to London for business or pleasure?” I pondered with a playful tone. 

“I was initially here for business but if I get to spend some time with you it will be both.” He answered with a smirk. 

“Then we better make sure that you have some pleasure, it would be a shame to travel all this way only for business” I answered with my newly found confidence. 

We resumed our talks about everything and nothing. We even threw in weird questions every now and then like “If your parachute were to fail, would you rather land on solid ground or in water?” or “Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala?”. 

Before we knew it, we had landed safely and were already moving to the baggage claim. He was such a gentleman, insisting on carrying my things and picking up my very heavy bag from the baggage carousel. 

We stood at the exit and exchanged numbers to keep in touch. 

“How about we meet at this location at 8 pm?” He asked while pointing at his phone. 

“At eight?!? That's in an hour!” I exclaimed, knowing that I would never make it in time. 

“Aaand?? You will make it. I'm sure of it. If you want, we can make it interesting.” He said with a mischievous grin. 

I nodded hesitantly, wanting to know what he had in mind. 

“How about we strike a deal? If you get late then you lose and have to do whatever I want to do for the rest of the evening, and if you win and get there in time then I'll have to do whatever you want for the rest of the evening. This will surely motivate you more to come on time.” He explained. 

“Okay, fine” I said intrigued. “Let's seal the deal for this challenge.” I continued as I stretched my hand for him to shake. 

Instead, he pulled me in by my hand as his lips crashed on mine. I couldn't help myself from threading my fingers through his curls as he kept pulling me impossibly closer to him. The butterflies in my stomach were getting crazier by the second. 

Once we pulled apart completely breathless he managed to say “Now that's how you seal a deal.”

He quickly looked at the time, reminding me that time was ticking. He started backing away to one of the taxis as I was doing the same. 

Before he hopped in the cab, he shouted “Best believe I'm going to win this!”

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Hiiiyaaa lovies, know it's been a while. Many of you have been asking me if I still write and I do. It just takes me some time to post because I've been very uninspired lately, and I don't want to post anything I'm not satisfied with. Buuuuttt, watched a movie yesterday that was called Love at first sight, and it just got the ideas flowing. Plus I wanted to post something on my bday. Hope you like it and stay tuned for more🥰🥰

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[x-childish-x]

BYE IM SJCN A KURT PETER READER POLY RELATIONSHIP SIMP !! HI-

Can I request again? If not, u can ignore this but poly kurtpeter x reader headcanons g/n reader !

With a reader who always has a smile on her face ? But then one day, they come back to kurt and Peter's dorm and they completely crumble in their boys' arms whimpering about how lonely they were before they met kurt and peter, and before passing out, they tell the boys " I'll become a better person. Just for you two."

Then they wake up and just hold peter and Kurt's hand ( one hand for peter and one for kurt bc we're fair like that !!) And say " I meant what I said. I'd crown your heads with the stars I plucked from the sky. " In the most serious yet loving way possible

I'm such a hopeless romantic ngl

Breaking Down Headcannons

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader x Peter Maximoff

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: poly relationship, gender neutral reader, crying, sadness

Word Count: 505

A/N: Hello again love! Yes ofc, you're welcome to request as many times as you want. Sorry it took me so long to do this! Thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy and that it's what you wanted. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Liebe translates to love in German (I believe).

Summary: Headcannons about you breaking down in front of the boys due to a fear of loneliness.

(gif not mine!)

Always smiling was your default. It was how you always were.

And it wasn't necessarily because you felt the need to look happy but because you liked seeing how others got happy seeing you smile at them.

Your constant smile was something Kurt and Peter loved immensely about you, your kind smile being spread amongst humans and mutants both, lighting up every room you walked into.

That's why they were so incredibly shocked and confused when you came to their room, tears streaming down your cheeks and soft whimpers leaving your mouth.

Kurt would immediately panic, "Love, what's wrong? What happened? How can we help?"

Peter would be overly concerned about protecting you, "Who did this? Who do I need to kill? What happened. Tallk to us, honey. We need to make sure they pay."

You simply crumble.

"I just love you boys so much. I just... I'm so lucky. I was so lonely before I met you guys. I hated being lonely. Thank you for not making me lonely again."

The boys would immediately melt, Kurt teleporting you to bed while Peter sped over to join as you continued mumbling.

They each got on one side of you, cuddling you and trying to calm you down. It was nearly impossible, though. You were so worked up and hell-bent on making the boys understand just how much they meant to you that you were quickly tiring yourself out.

Your eyes eventually drifted shut as you rambled on. The boys decided it was best to let you get it out. They could question you later about what had evoked those emotions to come out.

"I promise," You whispered, "I'll become a better person. Just for you two."

After your sixth hour of being asleep, Peter mentioned that maybe it was literal exhaustion that had caused you to be so emotional.

You'd awoken not too much later, eyes fluttering and focusing on Peter in front of you, making you quickly turn to make sure Kurt was behind you, making you smile.

Silently and wordlessly, you held onto one of Peter's hands and one of Kurt's hands in each of your own, smiling at the feeling of your boys.

"I'm so for scaring you. I just got overwhelmed with that fear of being alone again."

"We're always here for you, Liebe. Never worry about being alone," Kurt responded softly, kissing your temple.

Peter smiled and nodded, "Always."

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. You loved these boys more than you would ever be able to describe, and you just hoped that one day you would be able to repay them for everything they'd done for you. Slowly and softly, making sure that you said each word seriously and full of love, you spoke to your boys, "I meant what I said. I'd crown your heads with the stars I plucked from the sky if I could. I love you both so much."

Let's just say many happy tears were shed amongst the three of you.

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[ticketstomydaydreams]

5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

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“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

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“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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[mayans-sauce]

The girl 🖤

Pairing: Ez Reyes x Reader

Request from @ly--canthrope​ And let’s go with a bittersweet angst TO fluff (the fluff is to soothe the hurt otherwise I’m sad all day 😂) once again with Ezekiel pretty please babe; “Loving you is hard sometimes, but it doesn’t make you hard to love.” You have creative license with this. My immediate thought is him saying it but whatever picks your fancy!

A/N: thanks for the request! When I first saw it I had a good understanding of what I wanted to write but when I actually sat down to write it my brain just went...NO.. so I really hope that I did good with this since it’s kind of all over the place and a bit long😩 but I’m posting it anyway because I really liked the ending🥺❤️

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The last few weeks you and Ez hadn't really been talking that much. Just a few hugs and kisses here and there but they became fewer and fewer. When you were sleeping you were both on the opposite ends of the bed, no touching and no cuddling. Almost completely ignoring each other unless there was an emergency.

It had started with when you saw Ez talking to a very pretty girl at a party, they were laughing with each other and when you saw her put her hands on him you turned around and walked away. Not wanting to tell him anymore what you came over to tell.

You usually weren't so jealous and you trusted Ez but the last few days you hadn't really been feeling like yourself. You started to get more and more insecure about yourself and you couldn't seem to put your emotions in check. They were just all over the place.

Ez saw how you were acting and got concerned at first but you brushed him of and just told him it was nothing. Eventually he gave up and just thought that you needed some space for a few hours.

Well hours turned to days and days turned into weeks and you both just got more and more distant.

You would cry yourself to sleep, thinking that the relationship was over and that Ez didn't love you anymore. That he would be better off with that pretty girl from the party.

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After a few weeks Ez had had enough of the silent treatment and how you were acting. He got concerned that you didn't love him anymore and that you just stayed because you didn't know how to leave. So he wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with you two and what the future of your relationship looked like.

He walked into your bedroom where you were laying down with a book in your hand, as you had been doing for the last weeks. Leaning himself again the doorframe, he cleared his throat to get your attention. You looked up from your book and saw the look on his face. You knew it was time to face what you had been dreading for a while now.

“Hey.. I was just wondering if we could talk for a bit.. maybe go down and sit at the table?”

“Ok” was all you answered. Putting your book down and getting up so you could walk downstairs.

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There was a few seconds of silence when you sat down. Both of you not knowing where to start. Ez was the one that began talking.

“What has happened these last few weeks..? Why won't you talk to me.. or even look at me.. did I.. did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”

You could feel your heart break when he asked those questions. Of course you would never think that he would cheat on you. Or do something to upset you. But with the recent life update you had gotten a few weeks ago you couldn't help it to feel insecure and lonely.

“I've just not been feeling so good lately.. it's nothing Ez.. really..”.

“Oh bullshit”. You jumped up a bit at the slight raise of tone that he used.

“We haven't almost said a single sentence to each other in forever. Whenever I come into the room you almost immediately leave. We haven't touched each other in weeks. Haven't had sex in forever and you....”

“THE GIRL EZ!!” You cut him of. Tired of hearing him rambling about when you knew what the real problem was. He looked at you confused. “The girl?”

“Yes Ez.. the girl at the party that was all over you and you didn't seem to stop her at all”. He shook his head. “Wait.. that is the reason that you are acting this way.. because of some girl”. “Well she didn't look just like some girl” you snapped at him.

“Baby.. you have it completely wrong.. I would never do something to hurt you.. I would never ever cheat on you my love.” Now it was you who looked at him confused. “I don't understand..”.

“I don't know when you left but if you had stayed a few seconds longer you would have seen me politely declined her and tell her I had a beautiful wife at home and that I had no interest in doing anything with her.”

You felt like the absolute most horrible person ever. How could you be so stupid.

“.. I feel like the most horrible person right now Ezekiel. I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry that I doubted you.. that I've been acting this way. You must really hate me now. You must really not love me anymore”.

“Baby.. loving you is hard sometimes, but it doesn’t make you hard to love.”

“Would you love a baby Ezekiel?” You just blurred out, not being able to keep it in anymore. Ez looked at you, a small glimt in his eyes. “Are.. are you..” “Pregnant” you interrupted him. “I'm pregnant Ez”. His smile couldn't have been wider. Hope in his eyes.

“That's why I've been acting like I have.. I wasn't sure if you wanted to have a baby..”.

He got up from the chair and took your hands in his to pull you up to him. “Are you kidding me! I couldn't be happier right now my love.. we are going to have a baby”. Hugging you tight to him, the emotions of the last few weeks pouring out of you both in tears. Comforting each other and telling each other sorry again over and over.

After some time of holding onto each other he took your face in his and finally kissed you after so long. Lips moving against each other trying to make up for lost time.

“I love you with all my heart baby. Forever and always. No matter what kind of struggles we are facing, as long as I'm with you, it will all work out in the end”. He leaned is forehead against yours. “You are my heart and soul Ezekiel. You always have and always will be.. it's me, you and this little nugget together till the end of time”.

[whats-the-story-tc]

13th-15th of May, 2020

"The One Where the Mask Drops"

[INCREDIBLY LONG SORRY]

Hey, I'm not dead! And to show you how incredibly not dead I am, let me tell you a story.

It's around 2 AM that Wednesday, I'm going to sleep. God knows I'm incredibly exhausted, but there's one last thing I needed to write into my diary. One last thing I couldn't go to sleep without.

"please be good to me today"

I went to sleep hoping that finally, after two weeks of feeling like shit when I thought about us, the tide would turn.

That morning, it rained. I immediately remembered a rainy Wednesday morning just like this two months ago, when the rain brought V back to me. I got very excited. Things were going to change for the better again, I felt it. Suddenly, I couldn't wait for class.

8:30 AM that morning, I'm getting ready for my 9 AM class. Google Classroom–notif. V. Private message. Uh-oh, I thought. The make-or-break moment, and not a minute too soon.

V: Thank you very much for your work!

I almost laughed out loud. "Wow, [Name], don't strain yourself!" I remember saying as I read it.

One infuriatingly boring English (as a foreign language) class later, it was time for V's class. I was ready five minutes in advance, but as I went on The Platform That Shall Not Be Named... no one was there. I found it odd. Usually, there are a couple of us by now. Anyway, I didn't enter the voice channel. I waited five minutes in solitude outside for someone to show up.

Well, V did. And I wasn't very well going to leave her alone, now, was I?

She greeted me 0.1 second after I joined. I tried not to be awkward about it just being the two of us, I immediately stroke up a conversation. I told her how I was already waiting, all the stuff you guys already know, and she asked if we had any lessons prior. I told her about one third of us having had English just now. We spent about two minutes alone together, as I rambled about the awkward and unfortunate situation and she listened, mostly in silence.

She was very audibly tired, and said very little, that much was to be expected from a 10 AM class. But... I might just be overthinking it, but I heard something there that concerned me. Something crushed and disappointed, something that told me she wasn't expecting only one person to show. There was something painfully lonely in that voice.

Bookworm Friend joined, about 3-ish minutes into class, and Debate Friend a minute or two later, but they were both muted, so I carried on. I asked V to tell us what happened in school in the past two days, what we missed out on, enthusiastically replying to everything I could, so she wouldn't feel like she was speaking into the abyss, so she'd know I was trying my hardest to be there for her. Then she brought up the tests she was correcting at the moment, even naming a really stupid mistake she encountered with a little laugh. But what really smacked me in the gut was when I brought up the small attendance, and she said: "There's nothing we can do." in this very melancholy voice, like she was giving up. She even texted the class group chat that she's waiting.

How do I know that she wasn't just simply tired, and that's why she sounded like that, so worn and discouraged, especially at first? Because as soon as the others, who don't belong in my friends' circle, started showing up, her voice and entire behaviour did a 180°, as if she suddenly woke up. But she didn't. I know for a fact she didn't. Nobody just wakes up that suddenly.

It took me until that afternoon to realise that I'd just spent 5 minutes with the real V, the same V I spoke to in early December, who didn't try to hide her emotions. Not from me.

If you only heard the next thirty minutes of class, you could never tell she was feeling sad to begin with. And there was a LOT to be heard. Starting with how she mispronounced "cheat somebody out of sth" as "EAT somebody out", which is... well... all I'm saying is, I fell on my knees and tried to laugh as silently as I could. Prime moment.

She said something along the lines of "We're all very sober here", after which I just texted my friends:

S: "Darling, you tell us drinking stories every two weeks, would you mind if I didn't believe you?"

and sometime after, this text was also sent, for which I will not be offering context:

S: "[Name], that was enough sex for 10 AM, I'm gonna pass out"

And, of course, after all that went down, V saying "you can't satisfy everyone" sounded VERY different.

At some point, I attempted to joke around, but as she was reading a message in the chat that was sent at the same time, I got quite the half-assed response. But what happened in the last five minutes? Oh, that changed everything.

Art Friend knew how upset I was that V didn't reply at all to my assignment, and I told her I wanted to talk to V about it. During class, she texted me if I still wanted it, and I told her no, because I'm no longer upset with her. And what does this madwoman do? SHE ASKS ABOUT THE ASSIGNMENTS.

V is absolutely enthusiastic, she goes on about how much she liked what she saw and how creative we were. Art Friend asks about hers. Then comes my leap of faith. It's now, or never.

"I hope I didn't go too far..." I said, a bit nervous, not knowing how she'd react. She never did like me trying to undermine myself. And you guys... she chuckled. Incredibly soft and warm and just what I needed to feel at ease. That already threw me off, but then, she followed it up with: "No, I really-really liked it." I could tell she was smiling on the other side of the screen and that she was completely honest. I had to sit down after that, because I just couldn't believe what I heard. That I really just witnessed all that, that I got a reaction I couldn't overthink and/or misinterpret, because I heard it with my own two ears, in real time. I felt like I could do anything in the world.

And yet, the next day, I didn't do my usual notes for her test. Because what did Specs do all evening instead? I was fucking singing. I couldn't deny being a goddamn theatre kid if I tried.

Friday. The day of the test. I'm restlessly taking notes in the morning, but I don't have the time to get into the analytics of poems, only the basics of the dude's life and works. It makes me incredibly frightened, because V's tests are only easy if you come prepared — if you have no clue what she's talking about, abandon all hope. I had absolutely everything open for cheating that I could open, and you guys? I lucked out. Most of the test was just "Explain what [insert quote] means in 2-3 sentences", and if there's something I excel at, as you've probably noticed, it's talking. It was easy as could be.

The only thing making me anxious were my classmates. They were all trying to ask for help, constant questions and begging, everyone is hopeless, because they couldn't give two shits about preparing beforehand. They were all assured some loser was gonna give them the answers. And the some loser was me. I gave it to them, everything except for the final, longer essay. That was private, only meant for V to read. After all, how was I supposed to show them my essay, that ends like this?:

"Even if our existence is finite, it's always worth fighting for happiness."

And yes, yes it is. Always. Look at me. I powered through weeks of a shitstorm, where every single day felt like years, where I no longer knew or cared what was going to happen. And let me tell you, the sun always shines beyond the clouds. You just can't see it yet. But GOD, you will. You will.

I needed time to write this. There's loads going on at the moment, not necessarily V-related, and I'm trying to work my way through it gently enough that I can make it the end sane and healthy. Currently, it's three weeks since all this happened. One and a half weeks left until school ends. I might get to see V in person again, but we'll see how it goes. All I know is that whatever happens, I can do it. Because even if my existence is finite, it's always worth fighting for happiness.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

[beesareyelloww]

pfft no this isn't a fanfiction..

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The feeling of my soft blankets and pillows surrounding me was helping for a while. With one leg bent over a body pillow I had been cuddling for the past hour, I had almost forgotten about the pain making me feel nauseous. Almost. It still lingered, making just about every position I tried insanely uncomfortable. Tossing and turning surely wasn’t helping, but all i wanted was to be comfortable, and if i couldn’t be comfortable i was at least going to be warm. Completely surrounding myself with pillows and blankets, i’m sure i looked stupid, but it helped to an extent. With a body pillow on both sides, and my comforter on top, it felt almost like there was really someone there with me. I was so tired, all I wanted was to sleep. 

I could feel myself drifting away, my eyes were heavy, and I couldn't keep them open long. I was so focused on trying to keep myself awake, that I forgot my pain for a second, but then a knock on my door woke me up. You have got to be kidding me. Reluctantly, I gave myself a small slap to the face to aid me in the process of keeping my eyes open, and started to sit up slowly. “Yeah, uh, come in i guess.” the door knob rattled and it cracked open slightly. Through the crack I saw a pair of large green eyes, and then soon came the rest of my roommate.“I’m so sorry, ah, um, were you asleep,” izuku questioned.“No, but I was about to be.”“Oh, I'm so sorry, i can’t believe i disturbed you, uh, would you like me to go?” he started to ramble on about how he shouldn’t have bugged me, and that he should leave. He put one hand behind his head and closed his eyes a little sheepishly.“Well, did you need something,” I asked him. Well, that sure made him snap out of it.“Oh, I actually came to ask you that, heh. You seemed a little off today when you got back, so i was wondering if you were okay.” 

I forget just how kind he can be, but I suppose it makes sense. He’s always talking about how he wants to be number one, the next symbol of peace. Even when we hardly talked, when we had just started rooming together, he made it his job to make sure he never inconvenienced me, helping me whenever i asked. I think that’s one reason I'm glad I chose to live with him instead of someone else. 

“Hey, do we have any heating pads or anything?” he opened his eyes once more and looked slightly confused, but in a split second his face was back to usual.“I’m not sure Denki gave it back after he borrowed it a few weeks ago, but I’ll go check.” he walked out of the room and closed the door softly, leaving me alone once again. Well, I'm awake now, aren’t I? I figured I might as well get up and stretch a little while izuku was out of the room. I wriggled out of my cocoon, and stood up, stretching my arms above my head.

He knocked on the door once again, and then came into the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

“So, uh, I couldn’t find the heating pad.” he turned towards me, looking a little like a guilty puppy. “I can go out and buy one, or get ours back from Denki, though I suppose you might want one for yourself, and not one other people use and..” he rambled on more about how I won't live with him forever and that I should have my own items, stuff like that. He can get a little repetitive when he’s in this state, but it’s kinda nice to know he hasn’t changed.“Deku, it’s fine, i’ll just suffer without one.” I’m not sure he was a fan of that answer. 

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, um, why do you need one?” he stares at you, getting a little fidgety while standing near the door. As I finish stretching, I sit back down on the side of my bed, missing the warmth that was slightly surrounding me. A heating pad would have made the experience so much better, since I don't exactly have a partner I could cuddle with.”Oh, yeah I suppose that’s a good question. I’m just having really bad cramps.” ”Now I feel really bad for not having anything to give you, oh, I’m really sorry! I can go to the store and get you some chocolate, and a heating pad while i’m at it, uh, do you want me too? I will!” 

That gave me an idea..

“Actually, could you just cuddle me instead?” His face didn’t change for a few seconds, as it seemed like he was trying to process what I said. Suddenly his face turned bright red, almost like kirishima’s hair, as he looked back up at me. “W-w-what?!” “You don’t have to! If you don’t want to..” I covered my mouth with my hand, realizing myself what I had asked of him. He usually spends his days off training or buying that week’s groceries, not cuddling a lonely girl he just happens to live with.

“N-no! It’s not that, I um, I just wasn’t expecting that.. especially from you.” He looked back down at the ground, still fidgeting with his hands, his hair falling over his face.”If it would help, then, um, I’d love to, uh, because that’s what heroes do!” He giggled nervously, his cheeks becoming more flushed, almost as red as a tomato. On my end however, I just crawled back to my spot under the blankets, leaving an opening for him to come into the cocoon as well. He hesitantly made his way over to the other side of the bed, carefully moving around the blanket so he can get in and get warm.”Um, make sure to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, or i’m hurting you, okay?” He said as he took a break from the blankets to focus on me one more time.

“I will, don’t worry, Deku. You can always leave if you want, alright?” “Uh, um, of- of course!” he took his gaze off of me again as he gently scooped me in his arms to move my position more to the side, touching the body pillow I had on my right side. He moved the other one, propping it back behind my back as he started to bring himself down onto the bed. As soon as he was situated, I began to lay back down, putting my leg on top of the body pillow once again as izuku started situating himself around me once again, becoming the big spoon. Hesitantly, he put his arm around my waist and stomach, leaving his hand to lie on my stomach, where the pain was the strongest.

My back against his chest, his legs behind mine, and his shallow breathing making its way onto my ear. He nuzzled his nose into my nape, and suddenly the heat I had felt before when surrounded with just blankets was nothing. I hadn’t felt this warmth in a long time, but, I’m glad I'm experiencing it with izuku instead of someone else. I could tell he felt the same when he said,”I have wanted to be close to you since I first moved in. Feeling you like this, it makes me feel like a true hero. Let’s do this more, p- please?”

I chuckled and felt myself begin to drift away once again. “Me too, Izuku. Me too..”

[nomorelonelydays]

Hey Bee, I'm just feeling really crummy and worthless- like nothing I do is enough. And had an argument with my family that makes me feel like they think the same. So I came to your blog for a smile. Thanks for such a lovely blog. I was thinking that the things I'm going through sound like something shy!sid might also have gone through. If that sparks any creativity in you or the other anons that would rock

I’m so sorry you’re feeling this way!!! :(( I know that feeling and it’s definitely really rough. Here’s some shy sidney, if that helps a little:

Sidney doesn’t date. Spending effort to go out to impress aguy who may or may not be as interested in him in the end is draining, andSidney’s been on enough awkward encounters to kill enough of his self-esteem. Helikes his routines a certain way, he likes quiet Friday nights to himself atthe rink, when all the players are gone and he can practice without thememories of the terrifying jeers and boys trying to break his neck surgingback. He likes the stability of knowing the sameness of his schedule.

Sidney had a long term boyfriend before, and his parentsmade such a big fuss about it, telling Sidney how happy they were that Sidneyfound such a nice person. And he was nice. Nice enough before finally throwingin the towel and saying, kindly but quite honestly, “I can’t imagine livingwith you forever. You’re…boring.” It’d hurt more than any hockey injury,because exactly a month ago, the same man had held him close and told himwarmly, “I love how there’s no surprises with you. You’re one in a million, Sid.”

Sidney believed him.

His parents ask him why his boyfriend isn’t coming over forChristmas, and Sidney tells them why, hoping the Skype call would conceal histhroaty voice.

“Well, he’s not…wrong,” his father says.

Without hockey, Sidney’s always been less than enough for his father. It stings just a bit more today to hear it.

“Troy!” his mother says, smacking him on the arm beforeturning to Sidney. “He wasn’t worth your time, sweetheart.”

(He doesn’t tell his parents about his later boyfriends, orlack thereof, anymore.)

He keeps himself busy with work, running to and fro to keepthings running in the Pens PR team, making calls and not thinking of much atall. Retweeting the player’s Cup days when he’s bored (it’s intern work, butSarah had called in sick that week) and staring at happy families gatheredaround the Stanley Cup. Evgeni Malkin, the team’s captain, holds up the Cuptriumphantly in one photo. There’s real penguins waddling around, flowers andstreams and expensive champagne along the table, and so, so many people, allthe people who love and adore Geno. A beautiful woman kisses Geno’s cheek inanother photo, and Geno looks so happy.

Sidney is a little bit in love with Geno. Geno always putson a big smile for Sidney’s cameras, strikes a silly pose and points in hisdirection so Sidney’s little team always gets the perfect shot. He always staysto chat with Sidney after he showers and changes out of his sweaty jersey, if Genocan find him, asking cheekily, “You see hat trick? Do for you.” And Sidneywould laugh that embarrassing honking noise and tell Geno’s that he’s so fullof shit when really his heart is bursting with hope.

“Have to go out with team now, you come too?” Geno asks. “Celebrate?”

“I have work left to do, have to go home,” Sidney says. It’sa Friday night. “I really can’t.”

“One day I’m find your house, make you go with us,” Geno teases,grinning. For a moment, Sidney dreams of Geno coming to his house and sayingsheepishly, ‘I’m keep you company? I’m little bit tired tonight, maybe we keeptalk.’ It makes Sidney’s chest flutter, but then Geno adds, “Know you reallynot that boring!”

And that’s all it comes down to. They’re different people,after all. Maybe Sidney’s just in love with an idea of Geno. Maybe Geno hadjust been amusing Sidney when Sidney ramble-mocks the latest bizarre concept hesaw on the History channel, telling him, “No, no, is interesting. I’m want toknow. Keep going.” It’s not the first time he’s been lied to. Maybe Sidney hadjust become so unwittingly lonely that anyone who could stand him for more thanfive minutes would do.

“Geno, the rookies say they’re going to find you someonetonight for sure!” someone yells. “Hurrythe fuck up!”

Sidney smiles tightly. “Good night, Geno. Great job outthere.”

He leaves, down the hallway, and Geno doesn’t stop him.

He ends up staying at the rink until he’s sure that everyoneelse is gone.

He skates until his knees hurt. And practices.

And practices.

And practices.

And practices.

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He’s getting ready to go home for real when Geno’s voicesays from behind, “You lie about go home.”

Sidney whips around. Geno’s in skates too, gliding overslowly.

“You didn’t go out,” Sidney says.

Geno shrugs. “You play good,” Geno says. “Really good. Iwatch.”

“Oh.” Sidney fiddles with his stick and pushes at the puck alittle. “I used to play.”

“You not play anymore?”

“Not with people.”

“Why?”

Sidney bites his lip.

“Why?” Geno asks, again.

“I like boys,” Sidney says, looking at the ground. Might aswell break his own heart completely, there and then, so he stops hoping for somethingso impossible and dumb. “Got my leg broken by someone in peewee. Mom gotscared.” He exhales through his nose, as quietly as possible. “I got scared.”

Geno doesn’t say anything for a long time. Sidney can feelthe tears welling up already.  

“Hey, I should go home,” Sidney starts.

Geno reaches out a little. “Wait.”

Sidney waits.

“We practice? Little bit?” Geno asks. “More fun two people.”

“I’m really tired,” Sidney says.

“Next time?”

“Maybe,” Sidney says. “I don’t know.”

Geno shuffles a bit. “You want eat? Know great place nearby.I’m treat.”

Sidney could eat. He braves a smile. “I have to warn you,though, I’m really as boring as you think I am. I just watched an entire seasonof Planet Earth, so you’re going tobe hearing a lot of that.”

“You not boring,” Geno says, sounding pained as he shakeshis head so earnestly. He covers Sidney’s hand that’s resting on the stick withhis. “You kind of amazing.”

Geno’s hand is warm and gentle against his, and Sidney doesn’tpull away.

It’s kind of amazing.