#there are BISEXUALS on that bench!! (pointing excitedly)

[ikeas-gayest-table]

every time i play stardew i literally physically cant help but say "yuri bench..." every time i pass by that one bench that penny and maru sit on together. it's so flippin cute. "yuri bench" we all cheer in unison

[heresathreebee]

Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson | Stranger Things 4 ||  Double Penetration // Stripping

Eddie Lives AU/Post-Season 4; 3.6k words; Swearing, Steve and Reader Established Relationship, Everybody Is Bisexual, Mutual Pining, Polyamory (male + male + female), Teasing/ Flirting, Camping Trip (80s horror movie reference), Partial Roleplay (Daddy Eddie, Mommy Reader, Baby Steve), Semi-Public Threesome, Oral Sex (male receiving), Spanking, Spitting, Tears, Edging, Overstimulation, Double Penetration, Assumed Contraception (Reader Is On The Pill), Double Creampie

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You and Steve wanted to celebrate. It was both your 6th anniversary of dating and you had managed to defeat a really awful professor to get your degree. You both explained as much to Eddie in the garage he started working at. 

"A doctorate degree!," Steve yelled excitedly over the machinery whirring, "she's a freaking doctor now!" 

"Well, not in medicine, don't confuse him…" 

Eddie Munson threw off his safety glasses and pursed his lips. "...that doesn't explain why you want me to go camping with you." 

You and Steve exchanged a secretive glance. "It'll be more fun with you there–" "We just really want you to come!" 

The metalhead was still suspicious but on the day the lovebirds were packing he showed up with booze and reefer. "Just the important things," he explained. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed. "The tent and the water might disagree with you, but we're glad to have you nonetheless." 

Eddie's hunch about something fishy going on never left him, and there were a dozen small things that occurred that only made him feel stronger in his resolve. The whisper session at the gas station, the flicking glances along the drive, the sneaky lip locking that ceased the second they thought he was looking.

You two were dating. Eddie knew this, and yet you were acting secretive about it. Why? You and Steve couldn't possibly know that a tiny needle of jealous desire jabbed him every time he saw you engage in physical affection. He was so good at hiding it and had been doing so successfully for years. 

"Why Camp Crystal Lake?"

You were driving this last leg of the journey and quickly flicked a confused glance his way before returning your eyes to the road. Eddie was sat in the middle of the bench seat of your hatchback between you and your boyfriend, his right arm slung lazily over the back of it behind Steve and the other propping his head up to look at you. He had already tried several times to grill the truth out of Steve, but he wouldn't break. It was time to try again with you, though he had less hope of success.

"Why. Are we going. To Camp Crystal Lake?," he asked again, mockingly slow. "we passed by at least half a dozen perfectly good camping sites full of kids and rednecks. There's even one local to Hawkins so why... are we driving seven hours north to camp out in butt fuck nowhere?"

You shrugged your shoulders in amusement. "For privacy. Crystal Lake's been closed since '81. No rules, no nosy cops: just us, some abandoned supplies, and the woods."

"Sick," Eddie said. "You know if you wanted to be fucked in the woods or by a lake, we have those at home too. Remember Lover's Lake?"

You rolled your eyes and batted his chest. "I'm not worried about me getting caught, idiot."

Eddie looks for an explanation from Steve but he was literally turning his back to him and pretending (poorly) not to be hiding from the whole conversation. Checking with you, he saw you look annoyed by Steve's reaction and making meaningful eye contact with Eddie- meaning which he did not yet understand.

"So you are hoping to get fucked!," Eddie brings it back to his first point of protest about coming on your vacation. "Tough that, bringing me along as a third wheel. A little cruel, actually. What am I supposed to do, sit there and watch?"

"Eddie," you take your foot off the gas and pin him with a hard stare. "We want you here to do way more than watch. Hey, can you pass something off to Steve for me?"

"Uh? Sure." Then you slapped him hard on the chest, almost winding him. "Ouch!"

You gesture vaguely in Steve's direction, expecting him to follow through. And he does, pushing Steve by his back so hard his head almost went through the window.

"What?!" Steve loses control of the volume of his voice and when he turns around, his face is scarlet. Confusion only worsens as Eddie looked at his friend who was sweating profusely, way more than is normal for a breezy Indiana summer with all the hatchback's windows cranked down.

Eddie feels a touch creeping up his left thigh and looks down at it, frozen. Lust strikes through his groin at the sight of your hand settling inches from his cock, and then he notices Steve's own longing gaze as he sees it as well. Not jealous, not heartbroken. Longing. Lustful. Like she's touching him by extension... or like he wants to mirror her action. 

Oh, things are starting to click together. Things Eddie has suspected but never had the nerve to confirm at the risk of alienating his friendships. Unconsciously, his thighs spread and a knee bumps up against Steve's, who doesn't budge from his position.

"It's going to take an hour to set up camp," you informed the group as you turned off the barely populated highway down a gravel road with thousands of thick pines lining the way. "I think it's time we were honest about our intentions, yeah?"

Steve's eyes become wide as saucers and he tries to turn away but Eddie's hand catches his jaw roughly and drags him back, forcing him to look in his eyes. The boy is looking thoroughly humiliated but not unhappy with the current position. A hundred images flash in Eddie's mind of King Steve, who Eddie had always presumed was a top or at least the dominant type, bending to your will (and especially your touch) like a rubber ball that bounces right back into its proper shape once the pressure lifts.

"Stevie," Eddie sings. "Go on. Tell Daddy what you're hiding."

Sweet, pretty, perfect Steve whimpers and leans into Eddie's hold. Beneath his rough hand, he feels the submissive man swallow and it goes straight to his head. Were all Eddie’s dreams really about to come true? 

“We,” Steve gulps again. “We uh, wanted you to come along because we. Like. You.” 

Just then, you made a right hand turn onto a dirt path that took the trio further into the trees, hidden from all the rest of the world. Eddie nodded his head but it wasn’t enough. He pulled the cowering man into his side by the waist and leaned so close to his face that their lips almost touched. Steve’s eyelids fluttered, his body finally beginning to relax as he realized he wasn’t going to ruin his friendship. 

“I want to hear you say it,” Eddie purrs, and stops you from doing it for him. “I need to hear him say it. Come on, pretty boy, let me hear those magic words and everything you want can be yours.” 

“We want to fuck you…” he whispers and brushes his slender lips against Eddie’s, begging. “Y-you don’t have to do anything you don't want to, just… we want you to be with us on another level." 

Eddie squeezes Steve's hip. "Now see I always hoped you'd be naked on your knees when you asked me to fuck you, Stevie, but this is good, too." 

The brakes of the car whined as you slowed to a stop. You unbuckle yourself and turn to the sexually charged eye fuck fest going on in the passenger seat. You tap Eddie’s shoulder and he glares at you expectantly, while still holding your boyfriend hostage at his side. 

“We’re here. Place is deserted but just to be safe, I’m going to check the perimeter so to speak. Why don’t you let my baby show you how he uses his mouth?” 

Eddie smirks impishly at your suggestion. “What a killer idea!”

…

Well it’s a good thing this place really was abandoned because Eddie and Steve were loud as fuck. Or maybe they were doing it for your benefit. All in all, it feels good to hear your plan coming together so beautifully. 

You trek back to the car where you left them and found Eddie holding Steve’s head and using your boyfriend’s throat to fuck himself. It made your heart beat harder and you stumbled a bit over a rock– Steve was new to all this, you’ve never been so rough with him before this way. But all the tension in your body eases the minute Eddie spots you and releases Steve with a devilish grin. He even holds Steve’s head back and turns his chin so you can see the blissful, drunk state he was in. 

“Baby’s doing so well!,” he shouts his praise as you neared the still open car door. “I see you taught him a few tricks, and they were cute, but I’m showing him what he can really do.” 

Steve coughs and your eyes fall back to the slobbery, flushed cock he was just choking on. You feel Eddie’s hands creeping up your thigh and try to find a few words to say that would clue him into your preferred role. Suddenly, he smacks your ass and makes a lewd comment about bending you over the hood. 

You act fast, closing your hand around his throat and leaning in so close that your noses brush. “Ah, ah, Daddy. Be careful who you’re manhandling, because one of us bites.” 

Eddie’s brown eyes glisten with mischief and he parts his pillowy lips, asking permission for a kiss. You dig your teeth into his plump bottom one and soothe the sting with a gentle lick before forcing his mouth open and shoving your way inside. Eddie accepts, meanwhile Steve works hand and tongue over Eddie's thick, veiny muscle and watches reverently. 

After a breathless minute, Eddie has to shove you away and directs your hand to tangle into Steve’s hair together. “OK, Baby. Show Mommy how you get the cream out. And make sure you don’t swallow.” 

Confused, you look at Eddie who simply smiles, then Steve’s back to work bobbing his head and reaching down to fondle the nest of black hair covering his tightening sack. Eddie’s little gasps are quieter than before, he doesn’t need to show off or project now that you’re right here in each other’s ears. He must have been edging himself because it doesn’t take long before he tenses up and Steve stops bobbing to hold the spitting head in his mouth. 

Your throat goes dry at the sight of the throbbing, twitching thing pumping what seemed like gallons of cum out, so much that Steve chokes and some dribbles out despite his best efforts. You pet Eddie’s damp curls off of his forehead and hum in praise. He must have been saving it all up for a while. 

Steve pulls off with puffed cheeks and you try to climb into the car, only to find yourself shrieking as Eddie grabs you and throws you over his exposed lap. His softening cock leaves a slimy wet trail on your lower belly and you fight to get back up, only to be trapped in submission by a strong hand at your throat and a warning slap on your thigh. Somehow he’s got you flipped around– head hanging out of the vehicle where you were just standing and back vulnerable. You can feel the outer seam of Steve’s jeans on your inner thigh. 

“Eddie! Hey!” 

You can’t do much to stop him as he throws up your dress and rips your underwear down to your knees, stretching them to the point of ruin. Steve can’t do anything but mutter in alarm and shrug indecisively behind your head. Eddie lands a harsh smack to your bare backside and delights in the wondrous jiggle of your flesh. He turns to Steve and asks, “still got your mouthful? Good.” 

His next command sends a jolt of electricity to your core and shocks you into silence. “Let Mommy feel what a good mess you made then.” 

You wait with baited breath wondering what the hell they were going to do next when you feel two warm, familiar hands caressing their way up your hips. Your whole body shivers in surprise when you feel a mixture of saliva and cum spilling over your ass and pouring down the arch of your spine, then trailing back and slipping down the crevice of your intimate parts. 

Steve’s gentle hand comes between your legs and his fingers start to massage the mess over your throbbing clit in tight circles. Your head bows and pussy drips, adding to the mixture your own feral juices. Sex has never been this intimate before. 

Eddie hums his approval. “Good boy. Now I have another job for you. It’s gonna be hard work, but I promise we’ll make it worth your while in the end. You ready, baby?”

Steve nods his head enthusiastically. 

…

Total bullshit, that’s what this was. An undeserved punishment, Steve felt, and after all the good work he did earlier? It was unfair. 

“Keep going, Baby! You’re halfway there!” 

Steve bites his tongue to stop from yelling at Eddie to shut up. The smarmy bastard had you laid out on a picnic blanket and was fucking you raw, speeding up when ever he felt you get close to coming and slowing down everytime he came close to coming. You were a blubbering, shaking mess under the evil metalhead, and if Steve was counting right, on your way to a second screaming orgasm. Eddie switched positions whenever he felt like it, careful not to break you and keep you just on the edge of overstimulation at all times and making Steve watch. It looked exhausting. 

“Tent’s not gonna build itself, buttercup,” Eddie laughed and slowed down his thrusts once again leaning down to whisper sweetly at you. “How are we doing, Mommy, huh? How many petit la morts do we have including all the little tiny ones?”

Tears stream down your face but you haven’t given your safeword yet. “S…seven. I-I think. Two big ones…”

“Two big–” Eddie sits up and starts to pound into you roughly. Your moans reach a fever pitch and you scream, convulsing again under his watch and he pulls out to finger you gently down from your high. “There, now it’s three.” 

Steve has already sweated through his shirt and discarded his belt a long time ago. He won’t take his pants off for fear of breaking your one rule– coming without permission. It was getting tough to see through the haze of lust clouding his mind and fury that the tent poles he has left won’t go together like they’re supposed to. 

“Mommy says you’ve got them backwards,” Eddie yells. He’s flipping you back onto your stomach and letting you rest. He hasn’t come since earlier in the car and Steve has gotten to come once. He’s being patronizing on purpose as he says slowly, “flip. The one. In your right. Hand.” 

Steve begrudgingly does as he’s told and what do you know? Click! He scrambles to slide the canvas over the metal frame and finish setting up, shucking his shirt and glaring against the mid-evening sun as it dips behind the trees. He comes back to find Eddie gently cradling your limp body in his arms like one of those religious marble sculptures you studied in school. 

Steve stands nervously as he takes off his pants, shoes, socks, and boxers, keeping an eye on you. “Are you sure she’s ok?” 

In answer, you open your eyes and give him a weak thumbs up. He at least knows what you are feeling right now– worn and drained but torn between wanting to please the other and continue or call it quits. Steve himself has been scolded by you on more than one occasion not to overextend himself. He’s never seen before the limits of how much you can take. 

“Ok. I’m done.” Steve kneels carefully on the blanket and waits, his neglected cock standing proud and tall before him. Eddie’s eyes roam over his naked body appreciatively. “What’s next?” 

Eddie hugs you close to his chest like he hadn’t spent an hour fucking the life out of you. He’s sore too, but he hides it well. “I think you deserve a reward. Something good that you’ve never been given before. Something having one partner can’t quite accomplish on their own.” 

Some type of discussion or understanding must have happened earlier while Steve was unaware, because at that moment, you shift yourself and need no verbal instruction from Eddie on how to move. Steve watches rapturously as you both sit up and Eddie shoves his cock into you (with a slightly pained grunt and a gasp from both of you), then he hooks his arms under your knees and lifts you into an unusual and open position. 

Only then does Steve realize it’s not your abused pussy that’s stuffed right now. 

“I-I… y-you…” 

Eddie grunts. “Come help me fuck your Mommy, babe. She could use a couple of nice warm loads in her holes, don’t you agree?” 

Hesitantly, Steve crawls over, watching you both tumble onto your backs and hold your hands out to him. Eddie’s cock is naturally thick, it’s a wonder you didn’t call a timeout already. Eddie’s endless patience wears off and he yanks Steve over you, rocking his hips so he’s fucking your rarely used hole. Steve watches again, entranced by the way Eddie's fills you from this close up position he’s never been able to see. 

“I-I don’t understand what you want me to do…?” 

Your hands cradle his face sweetly. “Sweetie? Fuck me.” Panic flashes in his eyes that you try to soothe. “I can take it. I can take you both. You’ll fit, I promise.” 

“All you need to do is come,” you coo and guide his lips to yours. 

Finally, Steve grasps the root of his shaft and brushes his tip on your sex. You hiss through your teeth and clamp down hard, causing Eddie to groan as you squeeze him tight. Steve doubles back and finds the little bottle of lube he’s been hiding in his pocket since the trip started and works it as much as he can over his shaft, which twitches with his touch. 

“Come on Stevie,” Eddie moans, “Mommy’s waiting for you.” 

Steve shifts your legs into a better position to take him so you won’t be so tight around your entrance. He lines himself up and pushes, wincing as your sore parts flutter and spasm and squeeze around his initial breech. He pushes in as deep as he’ll go and sighs, surprised at a strange tingly feeling he gets thanks to an unusual pressure. 

“What… what the hell is that?” 

Eddie grins and turns your fucked out face to his. “Do you wanna tell him, or should I?” 

Steve can’t help but thrust shallowly, so desperate to finish after being forced to hold back for so long. The tingling in his gut gets stronger, like touching himself for the first time ever. His mouth gapes open as your sleepy eyes find his and let him use your body for his pleasure. 

“That’s Eddie, Baby.” 

He doesn’t understand until he does. Eddie had held perfectly still while Steve inserted himself, but now that he’s caught onto Steve’s rhythm, he starts to move perfectly off beat, gliding in and out of your holes like the the up beats in four-four time. And Steve feels something moving, something caressing his cock from tip to shaft with every down stroke, then back up with every pull out. That’s Eddie, baby, his brain echoes endlessly. 

“Eddie, Eddie,” Steve’s brain starts to short circuit and his hips stutter, drool gathering on his lower lip and beginning to leak out. “Oh god, I can feel you, Eddie. I can feel you moving in her. Oh fuck, I didn’t know… I didn’t know you could take so much and feel so fucking good… oh fuck, I don’t wanna come– I don’t want this to end!” 

“You have to come, Baby,” you plead. “You have to come inside me and fill me up.”

“Mommy needs a break, Baby boy,” Eddie adds, thrusting his hips faster. “She’s already taking so much that tomorrow, it’s just gonna be you and me and a bag of ice for her to sit on.” 

Steve’s too far gone to laugh and feels his balls tightening painfully. He rests his head on your chest and feels you card your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to finish so you can all eat and get some much needed sleep. He hears Eddie whisper something in your ear and one of your hands trails down the curve of his spine, past dozens of adorable freckles and between the valley of his cheeks. You stuff two fingers in his hole and curl them like a hook as he suddenly cums hard. 

“Atta boy, Harrington!” Eddie rocks his hips faster, pinned down by the combined weight of his lovers. “I’m gonna get you a fucking cigar for that one!” 

As Steve’s cries die down, you feel Eddie’s shifting cock stop and fill you with more hot liquid. Your thighs are on fire from holding this position and you let Steve slide off to the side before rolling the other way off of Eddie, sprawling on your stomach and sighing at the feeling of cool air on your raw, chafed parts.  

After a minute, Eddie’s arms wrap around the both of you and pulls you closer, but you’re all much too tired to do anything else. His thumb strokes over your sweaty foreheads and he chuckles into the fresh air as night begins to fall. 

“I was being serious about that ice though, babe. Anybody want a snack?”

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This fic was rewritten and finished 10 minutes before I posted it so I am losing my mind

[lolawassad]

Hey! I read your Badlinu x reader and loved it. Could you do another where the reader is kinda quiet and reserved (kinda like Ranboo). But the reader and Freddie have massive crushes on eachother and the cricket crew know so they make a plan to get the reader and Freddie together?

Im gonna change it up a bit but for the most part its gonna be the request :) freddie and y/n like eachother everyone knows that, so the bench trio takes it upon themselves to be flirty with reader so freddie will finally make a move

TW Readers ex cheated on her >:( reader has a therapist! readers ex is mean, freddie to the rescue! Slut shaming from readers ex

Set at, 🍄tubbos table🍄

Reader is from Europe thank you:) also again reader is 5'7 bc taller girls dont get enough love, reader LIKES BEES

Apparently i dont know how to write someone shy?? Even tho irl im shy, this sucked im so sorry :(

Badlinu x female!reader

3rd pov

You smile at dadbo as he opens the door to tubbo's streaming/living place, tubbo is the first to see you and excitedly jumps up and hugs you "my fellow bee!!" he yells, you smile and hug him back "im happy you also put on yellow and black" he says while looking at the yellow top you have on and the black skirt with yellow tights and black platforms

He spins you around before also spinning himself showing off his yellow top black pants and yellow shoes, and bee wings on his back

You give billzo a high five, aimsey and serena a hug, ranboo pats your head, freddie and you hug and when you get to tommy he says "my second favorite woman!" before hugging you tightly and pulling you to sit next to him

"GUYS LOOK ITS Y/N" tommy tells chat, you smile and wave at chat, ranboo sits down next to you and wraps his arm around you "doesnt she look amazing chat!" he says smiling

Chat starts agreeing with ranboo "she looks poggers!!" "bee arc!"

Tubbo walks up to you and places his head on your shoulder "want some tea, darling" he says putting on an accent while saying darling making you giggle "yes please" you say softly

Tubbo runs back to the kitchen and grabs everything to make tea, he then freezes "HEY Y/N HOW DO YOU MAKE TEA?" he asks making tommy and billzo wheeze

You smile and get up "noo dont leave me with him" ranboo whines while pointing at tommy "HEY WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN BOOB MAN"

When you get to the kitchen you see that tubbo has no kettle only a tea pot, you shake your head "you are british, how do you not have a kettle" you say before grabbing a pot and filling it with water "now you wait till it starts boiling and you put it in the tea pot and then" you say ending with some hand motions

When the water thats boiling you take it off the heat and put it in the tea pot, adding a cherry tea bag and tubbo rushes to grab it from you and put it on the table

You grab the tray with sugar cubes, cups, honey, cookies and spoons and put it on the table

Freddies hand wraps around your wrist and he pulls you to sit next to him, you smile at him and he smiles back at you before he reaches over and puts a piece of hair behind your ear

His arm goes around your shoulder and when tommy sits next to you freddie pulls you closer into his side, tommy tubbo and ranboo share a mischievous look

"so y/n what happened to that girl you were seeing?" tubbo asks innocently, freddi clenches his jaw at the mention of your girlfriend "oh.. Big law, she cheated on me months ago.. Remember? I-i told you" you say

"oh shit, y/n im sorry" tubbo says feeling really bad he mentioned her, you shake your head and bury it deeper into freddie's chest, he places a kiss to your hairline before he starts playing with your hair

He shoots a glare to tubbo who just sheepishly smiles

"well chat! As a bisexual man i can agree to what tommy just said" billzo says gaining your attention, you notice they are talking about jschlatt

"i like his mutton chops" you confess, billzo slams the table "right??" he says making you nod

"i could beat jschlatt in a fight yknow y/n, ill fight him for you!" tommy says, his chest puffing up with pride

"what about the queen tommy?" freddie asks making tommy gasp "I FORGOT ABOUT THE QUEEN, LIZZIE I AM SO SORRY MY LOVE, YOU ARE THE ONLY GIRL I WILL FIGHT FOR I PROMISE"

Freddie smirks and sends a look at tubbo and ranboo that reads "try me"

You are still sitting in freddie's arm when your phone rings "STOP.. CUZ WHY'D YOU HAVE TO KILL MY CAT" you pick up your phone see unknown number and excuse yourself and walk into the yard thinking it might be your therapist

"halluuu" you say, "y/n i cant believe you just told everyone i cheated on you, also it was your fault i cheated on you, also also you and i broke up a month ago and your already fucking badlinu like tHE SLUT YOU ARE" she yells the last part, you pull away your phone from your ear when she starts yelling

Freddie frowns when he sees you pull away your phone from your ear and he starts seething when he hears your ex scream at you

He gets up and walks outside, he grabs your phone "i would appreciate it if you didnt speak to my girl like that, if anyone here is a slut its you, you started dating someone while still seeing y/n" freddie calmly says before hanging up and pulling you into his arms

You softly sob and he starts caressing you're hair "i got you, doll, i got you" he coos

The cricket crew and serena look at eachother in shock before tommy turns to the camera "sorry chat we gotta go" he says and ends stream

Freddie pulls you away from him and cups your cheeks thumbs moving up and down in a caressing motion "what she said isnt true, you are amazing, her cheating was her fault, its her loss" he says "and hopefully my gain, may i kiss you, doll?" he asks while looking at your lips

You nod your head and he leans down a bit before he places his lips on yours

"FINALLY" "MY BEE IS ALL GROWN UP" "THATS GONNA BE ME AND LIZZIE"

You ignore the voices from inside, as you and freddie pull away you look up at him "you're girl huh?" you softly say making him nod "my girl"

The door slams open and out walks philza minecraft and wilbur soot "oh shit i forgot they where also coming, im gonna run now, doll" freddie says before kissing you again and then running away, philza and wilbur start chasing freddie around

George also walks outside "hey y/n!" he says with a smile and hugs you "why ar- you know what not my business" he says looking at the two older men chase around a just adult "i brought cheesy onion rings" george says and starts leading you inside

Freddie stops and looks at george "hey hey hey mister hands off my girl" he says fake offended before pulling you into his arms "you have sapnap and dream already, no need to try to take my girl"

[arakiincel]

ok bestie I AM HERE

sae and shouya have a play date with each other, and so they're out in the park playing and then you just see two bisexual art dads sitting on the bench, cold coffee for each of them talking about art struggles because they are BESTIES

at some point shouya excitedly comes up to yatora and is like "DAD there is a rabbit hutch there can we go play? pleaseeeee *intense puppy eyes* please dad please??"

sae, right behind shouya climbs up to haruka's lap and kisses him on the cheek "papa i wanna play with bunnies too, can we go too?" (haruka can't deny his tiny princess anything)

yatora sighs and agrees with shouya too.

so the bi dad squad™️ and their art children to the rabbit hutch

and guess who yatora sees there,,,,, oooooh his son's art teacher that he may or may not has a crush on,,,,,oh and he's playing with rabbits, holy hell he's looks so cute,,,,,

omg this au is so good slkjdflksjdfklsjdflskjdf

[zhongli-simp-blog]

Cafe Encounter

Pairings: Lee Jong-Suk xMale!Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: My first time writing for an Kdrama Actor and I apologize if I got anything wrong I did as much research before writing this. If I made any mistakes I apologize I only just started watching him.

“Come on Y/N we are going to miss the flight!” Your best friend yells as you finish putting the last of your belonging into the suitcase. “I’m coming!” You reply while shutting the bedroom door meeting your friend in the living room. “About time, now on to the airport to start our long-awaited vacation!” she said excitedly. We have been planning this trip to Korea for months and nothing was going to stop us from enjoying it. After getting your bags checked in and getting onto the plane you and your friend started looking at the recommended restaurants and local sights. 

After what felt like forever on the plane it finally landed in Seoul, Korea, both of you taking in the view of the unfamiliar city. After multiple failed attempts at getting a taxi, you both finally got one and headed to the hotel. You both decided it was best to get separate rooms to save extra money to spend on other activities, “Woah” you say walking into your room able to see the view of the city from your window.

You and your friend both got done unpacking and decided to go out and explore more of the city, luckily while preparing for the trip you and your friend took the time to study Korean to make communication easier. While strolling through the city you both came across a cafe that made you seem broke just by looking at it, your friend seemed to know about it just by their huge grin. “Finally I found it!” they said excitedly pulling you inside seeing 89mansion in bright light on the outside.

Your jaw dropped at how long the line was, you both took your place in line enjoying the calming music. Almost everyone in the Cafe started humming or singing the current song playing, you recognized it from While You Were Sleeping but didn’t know it enough to jam along with everyone else. The line started moving a little faster but was still pretty long.

You started to zone out not really focusing on anything until you heard the familiar OST from Itaewon Class come on and big grin appearing on your face started humming to the song. Midway through the song, you felt an arm being draped over your shoulder lazily. “You know it’s kinda insulting that you know this song but not the song from one of my dramas,” you look over and see a guy slightly taller than you with bright brown eyes and you couldn’t advert your eyes from his features.

“Well I was unfamiliar with the song,” you say trying to shrug the stranger’s arm off of you but failed to do to his strength. He scoffed acting fake offended “you came into my cafe and don’t even know the shows I was in,” It took you a while to process what he was saying. He leaned in closer so only you can hear what he was saying “I will forgive you since you are so cute,” he says, and before you could say anything back your friend quietly gasped.

“Oh my god yo-yo-you’re Lee Jong Suk,” Your friend says quietly trying not to cause a huge scene in the cafe. You finally recognized who he was and felt dumb, not able to remember but you weren’t entirely at fault since you only saw one of his dramas, but your friend always talked about him. You then finally broke away from his arm to switch places with your friend so she can talk to him better since you knew that she liked him.

He stayed with you both all the way to order our coffee, he insisted to pay but before he could place his card you already paid the clerk causing him to let out a small pout. You and your friend found a spot next to the window and Jong Suk joined along sitting on the inside patting the seat next to him for you, But you urged your friend to sit there and sat on the opposite side. 

“So what brings you here?” Your friend starts by asking him, “I like to pop in every once in a while when I get some free time.” He said with a bright smile and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies just from his smile, “But I saw him humming the music and thought he was cute.” He said pointing at you making both you and your friend look at him in shock, “wait you are gay?” Your friend asks with a slight disappointment in her tone “no, but I am Bisexual,” he admits and her smile returned.

“Where are you two from?” He asks “We are from the states” your friend response quickly, you just continue looking at the window trying to show Jong Suk that you weren’t interested so he can move his attention to your friend even if you did develop feelings for him. But your many attempts failed when he kept asking you questions.

While sitting in the cafe you all lost track of time and started making your way out the door. Jong Suk joined walking in the middle of you and your friend trying not to be rude to her but also trying to be next to you. You felt his hand graze against yours and you can feel the spark run up your arm causing a blush to appear, he had a small smirk on his lips like he knew what he was doing.

You and your friend both said your goodbyes to Jong Suk and made your way to your floor, “I know Lee Song Suk likes you” your friend said and you felt guilty about it, “I am sorry I had no intention for him to like me. I tried everything to make him focus on you.” You admitted, she only nodded and went into her room as you went into yours.

As you were laying on your bed feeling guilty you heard what sounded like pebbles being thrown at your window, you look out and see Jung Suk waving at you to come down. You sighed and complied and heading outside, he had this million-dollar smile on his face. “I shouldn’t do this, my friend, she really likes you and I don’t want to hurt her,” you admit and just grabbed your hand and pulled you with him “let’s go for a walk,” he said ignoring what you said.

You both walked in the nearby park lit by the street lamps since it was dark outside, he went and wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you closer to him. “Tell me, Y/N why can’t we do this,” he asked stopping at a bench pulling you to sit with him. “Because my friend likes you, and I do not want to hurt her. She has liked you for a long time so I can’t take with away from her.” 

At the end of it, Jong Suk had a huge smile which made you confused “What?” You ask “you never said you didn’t like me,” you tried to find an excuse but couldn’t cause he was right, you did like him but you held those feelings to yourself or at least you tried but already Jong Suk was able to read you like a book. The night ended pretty quickly walking back to the hotel his hand loosely intertwined with yours with the option to pull away clear but you didn’t. “Tomorrow I want to take you out on a date, is that okay?” he asks innocently and you nod accepting his request. 

The next morning you were in the bathroom doing the usual routine of shower, brushing teeth, and cloth- you stop looking around realizing you didn’t bring any in with you. You open the door with only a towel around your waist. “Stupid Lee Jong Suk making me put effort into my look,” you mumble to yourself looking for an outfit to wear until you hear a cough behind you.

“Holy shit!” you jump when you turn around and see Jong Suk sitting on your bed with messy curly hair a grey tank top and dark grey sweats. “Wha-How did you get in?” you ask trying to catch your breath. He only laughs as you see him eye you your body and you felt your body heat up from embarrassment, “your friend had an extra key and gave it to me.” He admitted holding up the spare key card “I’m gonna kill her,” you scoff. 

He got up from the bed and started walking closer to you making you take a step back only to be blocked by the wall, he stopped only inches away making the height difference clear. He made the same smirk again from before. He leaned down making you uneasy about his intentions, he came back up with an outfit holding them out to me “change into these.” A breath you didn’t know you were holding finally releasing, heading to the bathroom hiding the oncoming blush.

You finished changing going back out to meet with Jong Suk who was now laying on the bed with the sunlight making his skin shine. Jong Suk looked up at you biting his lip, “damn I think you need to be mine already with that outfit.”  

If he keeps up with all these compliments I am going to turn into a permanent tomato. 

A/N: I might make a part 2? Possibly? Maybe? 

[princecupcakee]

Park Bench | Reddie

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Rating: E

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 3,112

Chapter: 1/8

Next Chapters: Chapter 2 (AO3), Chapter 3 (AO3), Chapter 4 (AO3)

Summary: Recently divorced and ‘incapable of love’, Eddie Kaspbrak moves to Los Angeles for work and a small, small hope of a fresh start. Broken up and never dated again, Richie Tozier tries to get back into love with help from his love of music. Quickly meeting eyes and one concert later, they think that maybe love isn’t that bad. So they try it one more time.

Chapter 1: Richie Tozier’s Plan, Eddie Kaspbrak’s First Vinyl & Beverly Marsh’s Plan

Tags/Warnings: Angst / Unhappy Ending / theres only one sex scene but this is explicit anyway / Bisexual Richie Tozier / Gay Eddie Kaspbrak / Post-Divorce / Implied/Referenced Cheating / Inspired By Remembering Sunday (All Time Low) / Inspired by The Book Ninja by Ali Berg / Implied/Referenced Child Abuse / Implied/Referenced Abuse / Implied/Referenced Manipulation

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Chapter 1

Richie Tozier’s Plan

If Richie’s love life was written into a song, it would be called ‘Disaster’; named after his sad attempts at everything even just slightly involved with it. It would be a ballad, slow at first, some depressing line about how dreams don’t become reality. The chorus would hit loud, deafening if rock music wasn’t something you’d find yourself listening to, ‘He loved the sound of their romance’ is the loudest line in the chorus followed by: ‘But he messed up the steps to the dance’  then a sudden melancholy beat, ‘He failed his audition and he lost his chance.’ Toward the end of the song, as the sounds of the drums faded, and a slow guitar was the dominant sound, ‘It’s hopeless’ and the song would close.

Richie’s love life was an utter disaster if you tried to put it to words. He hadn’t had a single normal date in a very long time (he wonders if he ever did, really.) It wasn’t as simple as, ‘I spilled my drink and now there’s going to be a stain and that embarrassing’ those dates wouldn’t stand a chance on his. A few from his museum of failed dates:

Exhibit A -

James: Hey, I saw that you live in Los Angeles

Richie: Yeah! What about you?

James: I just got out of jail and my ex changed the locks. I really need a place to stay?

Exhibit B -

“I love this band so much,” Abigail gushed.

“Me, too! I’m really glad we were able to catch them here.”

And later that night on the news: ‘Woman arrested for jumping on stage to pull a strand of hair from a celebrity in a Los Angeles concert.’

Exhibit C - Connor. Connor Bowers was perfect with Richie, at least as Richie thought. The two had been dating for 2 years until Richie proposed, only to be rejected. Connor confessed that he was cheating, that he didn’t even actually like men. The night they got together, Richie had bought him a drink. Connor really only wanted to try it, but it clearly wasn’t for him. The next morning though, when they woke up in Connor’s bedroom, Richie decided that they were together. Richie wasn’t really thinking, he was just in desperate need for love. After Richie was kicked out of Connor’s apartment, he ended up in Stan’s house, unable to stay alone his own.

Richie never really moved out of Stan and Patty’s house. They didn’t really mind Richie living there, but they did mind that Richie was still bitter about the breakup. Stan and Richie have been friends since they were kids, he’s seen Richie in every way. Patty and Richie became close friends right when Stan introduced them. They would try to set Richie up with a few of their friends but he would just sulk in his room. He claims to be ‘done with love in the most chill way possible’ but the sad love songs, the bitterness on Valentines, and the sulking would beg to differ.“Love isn’t that bad you know, you could try”

“I don’t need to try. I’m fine,” Richie countered.

“There’s a lot of fish in the sea,” Patty said, kindly.

“Not anymore. All I get is plastic bags now,” Richie said bitterly.

Stan sighed, “you’re just gonna be alone forever?”

“Yes,” Richie replied immediately, standing up to get ready for work. Aside from a few comedy gigs, he works at a little record store a few minutes from where he lives. The store had the best speakers, phonographs, Walkmans, discs, headphones, everything. Richie loved it there, always being surrounded by music. The store was always pretty empty, aside from the occasional customer, it was just him. Like its always been.

He took his car from the driveway, heading for the city.

~~~

“Morning, Ben, Bev,” Richie nodded at them, smiling.

“Good morning Richie,” Beverly greeted with a wave, “How have you been?” Beverly was Ben’s wife, she has always been nice to Richie. ‘Nice’ didn’t compose of only greetings and coffee and being professional, they were close friends who went out to movies and heard each other’s lives play. Beverly designed clothing lines, while Ben was an architect. They don’t spend much time in the store, usually just leaving it with Richie.

“Pretty good, you?”

“Fine, but this one forgot to fix the thing on this table yesterday and was insanely worried all night,” Beverly pointed to Ben over her shoulder.

“It could break!” Ben argued, continuing to fix whatever was wrong with the table. Beverly walked over to Richie, who is sat down on the sofa. “So… I have this friend. He’s smart, good-looking, and really nice-“

“No, Bev, I’m not going to date. I’m single and unwilling to mingle.”

“More like, single and afraid to mingle,” she tiredly rolls her eyes, “Richie, there are good people out there, you just have to try.”

“I don’t see that. All the good people are with the other good people. Look at you and Ben! Both of you are like, super hot and nice. Guys like me got no chance- not saying that I want a chance, because I’m fine being alone.”

“You just have to keep looking.”

“Its a waste of energy to ‘keep looking.’ People who like me are not okay. Remember Abigail? Not to mention, people have shit taste in music.”

“You’re such a music snob,” She weakly laughs and shakes her head.

“Alright, its good. The screws were just-“ Ben says, getting up and walking to them.

“Ben, we love you but I don’t understand a single thing you say about architecture and furniture, and whatever else there is,” Bev jokes.

“I try. I’m out for today though, I have meeting, and I’m not sure if I’ll be back,” Ben says to Richie.

“Thats fine, I’ll just sit back here,” Richie smiles putting his hands behind his head and leaning further into the sofa.

“See you then.”

Richie picked up a vinyl and put it in the player. He had been playing around with cassettes, and a few of his own vinyl for a few hours now (‘few’ probably not being the case) and thinking and writing. After he’s finished a chunk of the script he was working on for his Friday performance at a local bar, he had gotten bored and just casually sat by the sofa. ‘Love’ the word danced around his head, taunting him. Or at least, to him, it was taunting. ’He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes’ sung the player.

The song carried him around as he sang, “Forgive me I’m trying to find, my calling, I’m calling at night. I don’t mean to be a bother but have you seen this girl?” The lyrics took him strongly, his heart tight and loose at the same time, feeling each beat. He drums his fingers on the sofa, following the beats, “She’s been running through my dreams. And its driving me crazy it seems. I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

“you’re such a music snob,” rang in his ears, and he knew what he was going to do. He ran to his collection of vinyl seated by the left of the speakers, under the small table and began to search. He had his own few pieces of vinyl in the store, his own music that he listened to on the empty days of work. The Beatles, Green Day, Aerosmith, he took all the classics in his hands and grinned.

~~~

“Explain to me your plan again?” Stan asked, shocked.

“I’m going to get the best vinyl, write my number or email- whatever, and see who calls. Go on a date, see what happens. I’m gonna leave the vinyl all around the city’s subway all that, ” Richie explains excitedly.

“That might actually work!” Patty says, joining Richie’s excitement.

“This can get you more crazy dates than the ones you got before, Rich,” Stan says, unsure.

“Then, its material for my shows! Like Abigail and James!”

“See, Stan? Its great! Richie tries to go back to dating and he gets show material, win-win!” Patty hopes.

“Where will you get all the vinyl your leaving?”

“Thats the only downside, I’m going to use my own vinyl, maybe beg Ben to let me use the ones at the store?”

Stan sighs, softly smiling and nods, “this could work.”

~~~

‘Hot Fuss’ sat on his lap as he traced over the letters. Richie was in doubt now, his heart racing as he sat in the train. This was the first vinyl he would be leaving for this project of his. His stop was in a few minutes, so he pulled out the Sharpie from his pocket, bit the cap off, and wrote: ‘If you’ve enjoyed listening to this, would you enjoy a date too? Email me, Richie Tozier, @Remembering_Records.’ Richie set the vinyl down subtly and walked. “@Remembering_Records?” Stan asks.

“I was listening to Remembering Sunday, it was influenced,” Richie replies, hopping over the gap, he takes a deep breath and looks over at Stan, “Let’s hope this works,” he smiles, dashing away.

Eddie Kaspbrak’s First Vinyl

“I can’t believe we’re not using our cars,” Eddie mumbles, grumpily.

“Says the New Yorker,” Mike jokes.

“I drive there! Bill’s from there too! Subway stations are so unsanitary, so many people-“

“P-please! Enough with the com-complaining!” Bill says, frustrated, “M-Mike’s car broke down, and there’s no other way to get to B-Ben and Bev’s shop.”

“Its your day off! You landed in LA at midnight, and now we’re going to meet up with old friends,” Mike says happily, walking into the train.

“Exactly! Midnight. I shouldn’t be running around in this germ-infested-“

Mike looks at him tiredly.

“—I’m doing this because Ben and Bev are great and they’re our place to stay, Florida,” Eddie rolls his eyes.

Eddie doesn’t fit in LA. At all. He’s not used to the weather, the lifestyle, everything. He doesn’t like it here and just wants to go home. And Los Angeles seems to not want him here either. He lost one out of three of his suitcases the moment he got down, he had to wait an hour for Mike and Bill to pick him up from the airport, Mike’s car breaks down on the way to meet a friend, and now he’s taking the dirty subway.

He’s only really here for work. All three of them are. Bill and Eddie are from New York, and Mike is from Florida. They were transferred to the Los Angeles branch as a way to teach and help the new workers there. Bill’s ex-girlfriend, Beverly, lives in Los Angeles with her husband. They’re all good friends and Ben and Beverly offered to let them stay at their house (scratch that- mansion) for as long as they’re there. Of course, they took the offer instead of some crummy hotel, too far from their jobs.

Now here he is, on a train, heading to EighthNote to meet Ben and Beverly. But something isn’t right in this train, Eddie doesn’t know if this is just Los Angeles, but there, two seats away, is a light blue, paper casing, with the words ‘The Killers Hot Fuss’ sprawled across its center.

“Look, its Hot Fuss,” Mike points, “someone must’ve lost it.”

“We could put it in the l-lost and found,” Bill mumbles.

“Do not touch that. Who knows where its been?” Eddie says immediately, grabbing Bill's wrist and lightly pulling him back.

But Mike was already on his way to the seat, hand already about to grab the record. Until some guy in his late twenties took the record and sat on the seat. “Oh, is this yours?” He asks Mike.

“Oh, no, it isn’t mine,” Mike says walking back to Bill and Eddie.

~~~

On a street corner, a glass door, big windows, and a small wood sign that says EighthNote hanging above, Ben and Bev were talking inside when Bill, Mike, and Eddie walked in. “Ben! Bev!” Mike smiles, arms open wide.

“Its been so long!” Beverly sings, piling them into a group hug.

“It really has. I didn’t even know you had this shop,” Eddie says, admiring the speakers.

“At this point, it isn’t even ours, one our friends who work here basically one the place at this point,” Ben explains.

“You guys have a whole staff for this?”

“Nah, its just one of our friends. We pretty much just lay around here, the few customers here and there,” Beverly smiles, “he’s got comedy gigs though, he should honestly be a star now.”

“What’s his name?”

“Richie. We met him through Patty—one of my friends who model for me— her husband, Stan.”

“I’m probably pulling at strings here but are you talking about Stan Uris?” Mike asks, surprised.

“Yeah! How do you know him?”

“Best ex I ever had.”

Beverly laughs cheekily, “do tell.”

“Nothing! I just know from college, we dated a while, then he swooned for a girl, Patty Blum.”

“Thats her alright. Gorgeous.”

Eddie had moved on from the speakers by then, knowing they’d be reminiscing college in the next few minutes. Eddie only knows Ben and Beverly through Bill. Bill and Beverly had dated in college, but broke up and just stuck to being friends. Nothing is really awkward between them, all still close. Ben and Eddie both get along with architecture. He really just wanted something to do, he didn’t know what anything in this store was. “Its the thing from the train,” Eddie points, not exactly talking to anyone.

“Oh yeah,” Mike says walking over to Eddie. Mike’s reply startling him.

“Train?” Ben asks.

“We found a vinyl in the train on our way here,” Bill explains.

The conversation didn’t go into the details anymore, as Beverly took the record and put it in… Eddie didn’t know what that was. Was he supposed to? He saw Walkmans from his classmates when he was in middle school, but he never paid too much attention to it. He simply didn’t have the time or energy to care. Its just music. The song started oddly, in Eddie’s opinion. ‘Save some face, you know you’ve only got one’

“What the fuck is this?” Eddie wondered as the song continued.

“You’ve never heard ‘Smile Like You Mean It’?” Bill asks making Eddie slightly uncomfortable.

“I- No?”

Beverly cheekily grinning, “Well, since you’re in LA with us, you’re gonna finally see what good music is.”

~~~

The day took longer than Eddie had hoped, but now, he was in a car (thank God) heading the Marsh’s house. Grateful that Bill and Mike were just as exhausted and quiet as he was, he finally caught up with his thoughts. He was finally able to think again, about how the shop looked, how much he disliked the album Beverly basically threw at his ears, how cute the boy who walked into the shop earlier- no. No. Not what should be running threw his head right now. “Do you guys know the guy who walked into EighthNote earlier?”

“The tall, Hawaiian shirt guy with the glasses?” Mike asked, not looking at Eddie as he turned the wheel.

“Yeah.”

“I th-think that was the guy who works there. Who would randomly bring food into a store and y-yell ‘I brought Chinese, fuckers!’ If they didn’t work there?” Bill answers.

“Right,” Eddie says, his mind wandering away from the topic. He found himself opening his phone and searching ‘Hot Fuss’ into Spotify’s search bar. As much as he’d hate to admit it, it wasn’t that bad. And the guy at the store was cute.

Beverly Marsh’s Plan

“I brought Chinese, fuckers!” Richie shouted as he walked into the store. He instantly dropped his hands when he saw a man right in front of him.

After a quite lengthy moment of staring, “Excuse me,” he said, moving to the right of Richie, out the door, two men following after.

“Who were they?” Richie asked, setting the food on the table in front of him.

“Old friends of ours. They’re gonna be staying at our place,” Beverly explains.

“Okay,” Richie drags the word, “anyway, I have an amazing plan that was already put into action before any of you two hets try to stop me—”

“Uh-huh,” Ben cautiously nods.

“— so. Here’s how it works. I’m gonna set out a bunch of vinyl and shit on subways, with an email written on the back, and see how calls. I write if they wanna go on a date on the back, and if you’re worried if that'll be a bunch of people like Abigail and shit, I’m not saying you’re wrong. But if it is, it’s show material. It’s gonna be great.”

“This is amazing! You should’ve told us earlier, I totally would’ve come with you!” Beverly laughs.

“Wait. Did you start today?” Ben asks.

“Yeah, why?”

“Which?” Ben smirks at Beverly, as she returns the look.

“Hot Fuss,” Richie smiles. Ben and Beverly snicker. Richie rolls his eyes, “Yeah I know I played Mr. Brightside to a girl before, but I didn’t know the song was about cheating!”

Beverly’s laughter doubles, “That’s not it but okay.”

“Whatever. But, anyway, who was the short guy earlier?”

“We told you, old friends. Why?” Ben says.

“Dunno. He was kinda cute I guess.”

“See? I told you you’d like him. That was the guy I was telling you about,” Beverly smiles knowingly.

“You tried to set up Eddie and Richie?” Ben wonders. Beverly sneaks a wink at Ben, “There’s a concert next weekend, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Think you could get us three more tickets?”

“Sure?”

~~~

Beverly walked into to her and Ben’s room, grinning. “Are you gonna explain why you’re so happy?” Ben asks.

“We’re gonna get Richie and Eddie together.”

Ben gives an unsure look at her, “Richie’s going back to dating with this vinyls-on-trains thing he’s doing. Are you sure you want to set him up? You know how unhappy he is about love and stuff, its surprising enough that he’s willing to try again.”

Beverly takes a moment to think. She knows Ben is right, but she also knows that this will be good for both Eddie and Richie. Well, the second one, she isn’t so sure of. “I guess,” Beverly says, slightly disheartened, “but, we could ask them and, y’know, try?” She says hopefully.

“As much as I worry about this, I also think that it could be good. We’ll take them both to the concert and see where they go from there. What do you think?”

“Perfect,” Beverly smiles.

[sugar-coated-saphic]

Erica Yurken-bisexuality or compulsory heterosexuality (part 1)

(Spoiler warning!)

So I found myself really thinking about this character and this film, and how she interacts with the characters in the film. Namely various women and her designated love interest, Barry Hollis (who wasn’t originally a love interest in the book mind you).

For a while I headcannoned Erica as bisexual, the haircut and especially her interactions with both women and Barry at the time seemed to point to bisexuality. I definitely see Erica as lgbt, she is clearly not straight and I’m not the only one to see this. But then I began to dig a little deeper and analyse a bit more, was it my shipping lenses which made me think she was bi (even if she’s not into him, it was at least a well written and natural relationship progression and Barry seemed to genuinely like her) or was she actually bi? I’m here to analyse that based on what I’ve found.

To start off, the link provided and many others is what I used to base my assumptions on, you can find more by searching compulsory heterosexuality on tumblr. This is the link I’ve used. Within the first 5 minutes of the film, were introduced to miss Belmont, and she asks Erica her name. The children begin to make fun of her and miss Belmont tells them to be quiet, which Erica then tells her, her name. The exchange goes as follows ( 5:14-5:48)

Miss Belmont: “Erica, is a very beautiful name. Do you know that it means great heroine?”

To which Erica then faints and says

Erica (monologueing): “miss Belmont made me feel so special, I was in heaven..”

Very early on its made clear that Erica sees women differently, almost as if she is in love with some and very much enjoys female attention. However, with men this doesn’t seem to be the case, as with the first proper exchange between Erica and Barry (2:18-2:31)

Miss Belmont: “Erica, I know I can rely on you to show Alison around.”

Erica (rather excitedly and enthusiasticly)” sure miss Belmont!”

Enter Barry, who is also in the hall

“Yeah I’ll come too, after Erica gives you the freak show, I’ll show you the good stuff.”

During this, Erica is quick to pull Alison away and ignore him, while Alison seems to show interest in him. Erica is quick to dismiss him however.

Erica: “Alison, this is Barry Hollis. My stalker.”

Also something that’s worth pointing out Is when Alison is first introduced to the class and Is seated next to Erica, not only Erica is constantly staring at Alison once she sits down, but how she describes her (0:30-0:37)

Erica, gazing at Alison with amazement and infatuation (monloguing): Alison ashley was the most exquisite thing you ever saw. It was like she cast a light over everything around her”.

It’s made clear at this point that Erica has a clear interest in women, Alison especially. But Is quite dismissive in regards to men and their advances.

Another romantic interest in women is shown when Alison and Erica are discussing the school she wants to attend (Kyle grammar). The scene goes as follows (here)

Erica (monologueing): “I would have loved to go to a school like that, beautiful girls thinking beautiful thoughts. Was where I belonged.”

Once again, this very much comes off as romantically as opposed to jealousy. She clearly shows interest in women more so then men, speaking of which.

Fast forward to halfway through the film, when the bus breaks down and everyone is forced to get off. It’s been Made clear to the audience that Erica’s aspirations In life are becoming a great actress and a good place for her to start would be the camp play, Romeo and Juliet. Here’s an example of compulsory heterosexuality in the link provided:

“I’m constantly testing my attraction to men. I pick one or more conventionally attractive men in the room, and try to force myself to be attracted to them.”

Let’s see how this scene matches up to the description given (3:39-3:55)

Erica, looking at all the boys standing outside in front of her (monologueing): “ I decided to spend the time casting my Romeo, but things looked bleak they were all such repulsive options. Least Barry Hollis was a tall repulsive option, and there was no other choice for Juliet, was there.”

She then smiles, rather awkwardly, though it’s unclear if it’s forced. Comparing the scene with the example show above, gives off strong vibes that Erica doesn’t actually like Barry, but rather tolerates him. Not even calling him the exception to the rest of the “repulsive options” , instead as the least repulsive option. Like she’s picking whom she can tolerate most rather than feeling actually attraction to someone. Something to note is even though she fantasises about acting in the play Romeo and Juliet, when an actual romantic gesture happens on Barry’s part...Erica’s reaction is quite interesting (8:00-8:17)

Erica is sitting on a bench outside, thinking yo herself (monologueing): “ alisons kimono was perfect, it looked perfect, it felt perfect, just like everything else about her”.

Barry quietly comes up behind her and puts his hand on her shoulder, then leans in to kiss her. Erica responds by standing up, startled and pushes him away.

It’s interesting to note how even with jealousy, Erica still regards Alison as perfect. This scene is interesting, as even with how there has been jealousy towards Alison liking Barry (which I will get to in part 2), once Barry actually makes a move, she gets incredibly uncomfortable and backs off, tying in with another symptom of compulsory heterosexuality

“I like the idea of being with a man, but any time a man makes a move on me I get incredibly uncomfortable.”

When Erica is not dismissive or uncomfortable near Barry Hollis, she can be quite quick tempered with him and physically violent; hitting him when he sneaks up on her private phone call to her mum (4:18-4:24) or slapping him very hard after he upsets her by giving her the harsh reality that she can’t act (2:01) [howver as mentioned in the audio commentary, Barry’s intention was not to humiliate her, but to tell her the harsh reality because he loved her and cared about her to some extent]. Throughout this, even despite the major conflicts Alison and Erica are going through, the attraction to her and women seem to be much more realistic than those to men.

Here is one of the last scenes between her and another woman which is clearly shown to be romantic (save for Erica staring lovingly at Alison towards the end of the film and gently wiping her tear away, as well as helping her and being overall soft and gentle with her).

Erica is sat down at a bus stop, after a confrontation between her and Allison occurs in which she decides its best to give up on her dreams of being an actress and tries to escape camp. She then begins to have her last fantasy sequence in the film, wherein she is laying on a hospital bed and presumable dying, with her fellow teachers playing role of the nurses. Soon in the scene, miss Belmont ( dressed as a nurse) begins to stroke/caress Erica’s hair, while Erica makes this face, blushes and gazes into her eyes.

What’s interesting to note is that this doesn’t actually happen, this is what Erica imagines. She actively thinks about women in a romantic way, and even fantasies about her teacher miss Belmont in a homoerotic way (she might be her teacher but nothing comes of it and it’s one sided-making this not creepy). This seems to very much contrast how she views real interactions with men vs any interaction or view of women, real or in her imagination.

The last moment between Erica and Barry is after the play is finished. There is some small talk before something happens (5:51-5:57)

Barry Hollis: look about the other night...next time, I’m sticking the tongue in (implying he would like to perhaps date her)

Erica then responds with this face

It’s somewhat ambiguous as to how Erica feels about this, the expression on her face is that of a slightly uncomfortable smile or confused genuine delight? With how she has responded to things like this in the past, I feel compelled to agree with the former. One could make the argument that she is only 14, so things like this seem very big for her and mature, and it’s also a possibility.

Conclusion: Erica Yurken gives off many vibes that she may only be interested in women, and that her attraction to men is only a result of compulsory heterosexuality. However I am not done with this topic, tomorrow I will be dabbling into why Erica may be bisexual and discuss those too. Scenes which were purposefully left out here was so I can compare tomorrow and see how they fare. As here I only wanted to focus on compulsory heterosexuality and wlw/same sex attraction

Thank you for listening to my ted talk, I am extremely tired so I’m going to sleep, goodnight. Part 2 will be up sometime tomorrow (this was written 31/8/2020)

[ciaxlia]

Some one brought up multiple dimensions on the discord, and so here is what came of that. Thank you to everyone who participated.  For more strange AU ideas and discussions please join the discord!

Uraraka wouldn’t know what to do with herself. She’s got two Izuchan’s now and she loves them both. 

Izuchan would also ask all sorts of questions about the other Katsuki too.

Izuchan’s katsuki(Kacchan from now on) would just scoff at the fact the other him didn’t get his license yet and comment that he’s a better katsuki than the other one.

Both Izuku’s would agree but boy Izuku (Deku from now on) would comment that his katsuki has his good points too.

Also Izuchan and Deku would train together and they’d both be nervous. Izuchan would comment how much better deku is and he would argue with her saying she’s more graceful and they would both just nervously shout comments at each other.

Uraraka would be over the moon about it and Kacchan would be furious because how dare some other boy train with her in such a friendly way, boy version of herself or not, that’s his Izuchan.

“I call it... TORNADO CRUSH!” Izuchan said excitedly as she showed her powerful kick that sent out a blast wave of power. 

 “OOOOH!!!” Deku is hurriedly writing down every last detail of the move she showed him. “I like that, you completely made it your own, so amazing!”

“What about you?” Izuku would ask happily and he’d put his notebook away and concentrate for a moment as he activated his quirk.

“Capture... capture... capture...” He’d mutter over and over again under his breath before the black shadows shoot out of his hands and wrap around Izuchan.

“UWAAAAAH!! WHAT IS THIS WHATS GOING ON?!!??” Izuchan would Panick. “IS THIS SOME EXTRA QUIRK!?!?” 

“YEAH! One for all All has several quirks!” “That’s amazing you have to show me how!” 

“Okay just let me... uhm....” They both pale in complexion at the situation. Deku doesn’t know how to control the quirk and it starts trying to swallow her. Full blown panic ensues and todoroki just happens to find the scene in gamma gym, but he just closes the door and walks away.

“Bakugou,” He’d call out to katsuki whose on a jog. “Your girlfriend and boyfriend are having some kind of weird bdsm match in gamma gym.”

“DEKU!!!” Katsuki would burst in and both izukus look at him in a panic as Izuchan tried to get out of the quirk on her own while deku tries to control it. “KACCHAN! HELP! THE QUIRK IS WEIRD!” They would both shout at the same time with the exact same look of panic on their faces.

“Oi, you fucker. Who the fuck do you think you are!?” They both shout and Izuchan grabs her katsuki while deku grabs his. They can instantly tell them both apart. The class starts to panic now.

“TWO BAKUBROS!” Kirishima shouts excitedly and both Katsukis throw exploding palms at him.

“Kacchan! Don’t hurt Kirishima!” The Deku’s cry out in a panic.

“What the fuck is this!?” Bakugou(Deku’s katsuki) snaps as he grabs Izuchan by the pony tail and yanks on it. She cries out in pain and both Deku and Kacchan defend her and push bakugou away From her.

“WHY THE HELL IS THERE A GIRL DEKU!??!” Bakugou snaps and points a finger at Izuchan, but he’s blushing slighty and Kacchan recognizes it immediately.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch her again, she’s my girlfriend and I’ll fucking murder you, other me or not!” Kacchan snaps angrily and deku panics a bit.

“She’s fine, right!?” He looks back at Izuchan who is holding her head and nodding in agreement. Deku gently hugs her and pats her shoulder to reassure her. Both Katsukis are flaming mad now.

Bakugou looks at the upset girl  who hugs his deku and he yanks him away from her in anger.

“Back the fuck up, go cry on that losers shoulder!” He’d point at Kacchan who is glaring at him angrily.

“You’re the loser, not passing the license exam because you’ve got your stupid fucking feelings in a twist over that deku!” He’d point at Deku angrily who is blushing a bright red now.

“LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT SOME LOSERS OPINION!” bakugou snaps angrily at Kacchan. “I BET YOU ONLY PASSED BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO IMPRESS YOUR STUPID DEKU GIRLFRIEND!”

“YEAH THAT’S FUCKING RIGHT. SHES A BETTER HERO THAN WE ARE!” Kacchan snaps angrily and both Deku’s are blushing a bright red now.

“MY DEKU IS A BETTER HERO, YOU FUCK FACE!” Bakugou yells.

“NO MY DEKU IS A BETTER HERO, YOU GAY ASS LOSER!” Kacchan snaps back.

Both Katsukis start fighting in a whirlwind of explosions while Todoroki walks up and takes both Izukus hands.

Todoroki just runs away with both izukus in tow. He knows he’s bisexual and owns it. Now he owns both izukus. Both Katsukis chase him down while the Deku’s are utterly confused.

“THATS IT!” They both shout as they stop the fight between the three boys now. “No more fighting over us!” They throw the boys and Izuchan picks up Deku and runs away with him in a panic. They take refuge in her room, and Deku is impressed that their All Might collection is the exact same, except this is the first time he’s seeing the makeup line by his hero and Izuchan shows him all of it. They both eventually fall asleep on her floor and Uraraka is the one who finds them both passed out hugging the same All Might pillow.

“My time has come. This is true paradise.” Uraraka would say happily as she removes the pillow and inserts herself into her true bliss; which is being hugged by two Deku’s before she too falls asleep.

There’s a fight over who sleeps where now that there is two Katsukis and Dekus.

“Deku can sleep with me.” Izuchan would smile innocently and everyone would just look at her in horror.

“Th-th-thats not wise!” Deku would clamour all over himself while both Katsukis glare at him.

“But were the same person, right?” Izuchan would ask curiously and Deku would think that over.

“That’s true, we’re just different versions of ourselves, so it’s not like it’s weird or anything.... she has the same Pajama’s that do... but she’s still a cute girl.... it feels wrong some how... but we’re just the same person....” He’d mutter out into is hand and Izuchan would think that over as well.

“I admit I make a handsome looking boy, but he’s just me... it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked boy before either so it wouldn’t be that weird if I did.... I think he’d fit my spare pajamas too,”

“You can sleep with me.” Todoroki would call out to boy deku, but it’s rejected by both Katsukis.

“YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH ME!” Katsukis would shout at deku and he’d panic with the rest of the class.

“It’s safer if he sleeps with Izuchan.” Tsuyu would croak out at everyone would look at her. “She’s the least threatening of everyone.”

Everyone would just collectively agree on it and both Deku’s are sent off to sleep together while both Katsukis are shoved into his room to sleep together.

“Tch, I’d rather sleep with my Deku.” They’d both seethe out before glaring at each other darkly.

Both Deku’s are wearing green shorts and white shirts that say pajamas on them and they both try to sleep on the floor so the other can have the bed. But they both keep going In circles and give up before they both sleep in the bed. 

Meanwhile in Katsukis room, the bed has exploded and so has half the room because they were fighting over the bed.

They can’t get along. They both hate each other because they know how much of a dick they were to their respective Izuku’s. Bakugou can’t seem to wrap his head around his feelings for Deku, and he’s pissed that Kacchan is happily dating Izuchan.

He tries to approach Izuchan multiple times after a week or so, pretending to be her Kacchan but she recognizes him every time.

“How do you know it’s me every fucking time!??!” He’d snap at her at some point and she’d stare him down.

“Your eyes.” This would stun him completely. “You both have different looks in your eyes. My Kacchan is truthful with me, and we share everything with each other.” He’s nervous because it’s like she sees into his soul.

“Dekuchan and I are the same.” She’d smile at bakugou who is still shocked. “We’ve loved you for a long time. You were always the kind of person we wanted to be... some one who always wins. You’re strong and confident, and we love that about you.” She’d smile at him brightly. “Kacchan told me once he loves me because he wants to be like me too. Some one who saves people no matter what. Together, we’re going to be a team who both wins and saves.”

“A... a team...?” Bakugou would stutter out, his face going red. “Win and...”

“Save.” Izuchan would nod her head and pat him on the shoulder. “You need to be truthful with Dekuchan and yourself... if him and I are the same, then I know that you and Kacchan are too.”

He’d look at her in disbelief and then down at his shaking hands. He’d put them on his head in confusion and Izuchan would gently hug him. He starts crying as he realizes everything he did that was hurtful and she just comforts him.

They talk about everything as they sit on a bench, about how him and deku fought over all might and Izuchan listens to every word.

She holds his hand comfortingly and tells him about why Kacchan and her would fight and bakugou would agree with kacchan’s side of the argument about how reckless she is.

She’d laugh and he’d just stare at her intensely.

“If he was a girl, I’d probably have said something sooner too.” He’d blurt out and Izuchan would look at him curiously. “I never thought about why I... had these feelings... I was confused.” He’d gestures to himself. “If he was a girl, it’d have been easier I suppose.” 

“Buuuut..:” Izuchan would look up at him knowingly and he’d let out a defeated and exasperated sigh.

“I’m gay for Deku.” He’d say it loud and clear and Izuchan would blush and giggle.

“Don’t laugh, your laugh is weird as a girls.” He’d snap and Izuchan would continue to laugh as he grumbled in anger.

Deku and Kacchan overheard the whole thing from a bush together as they held onto each others mouths to keep the other quiet.

Deku is red all over and Kacchan just quickly grabs him so they can get out of there quickly. They hide behind a building and deku can’t really believe what he just heard

“Loves.... me...?” He sputters our, actually speechless for once. Kacchan glares at him darkly and thumps him on the head.

“Of course he does, idiot! And I know your dumb ass loves him too!” He’d growl in anger as he continues to pound on deku. “Fucking get your shit together and just talk to each other, for fucks sake! Don’t get my deku wrapped up in your gay shit!” He’d jab a finger at Deku’s nose and he’d look up at Kacchan and laugh nervously.

“You’re a lot nicer than my Kacchan.” He’d sigh out and Kacchan would just huff out a noise of agreement. “It’s good to know you love me, boy or girl.”

“It’s not the genitals I fell in love with, it’s the person.” Kacchan would snap angrily and deku would blush a bright red.

“Don’t day it so crudely!” He’d cry out.

“SHUT UP AND JUST GO TALK TO HIM AND GET OUT OF OUR DIMENSION!!” Kacchan would yell angrily.

“Okay okay!” Deku would cry out in horror and katsuki would grab him by the front of his uniform and grin at him. “Uh....”

“Hope you like it up the ass, because if he’s anything like me, he likes to watch his deku squirm in pleasure.” He’d laugh out and deku would go bright red all over.

“YOU DO THAT TO IZUCHAN!!??!? YOURE A BEAST!” He’d cry out in horror and kacchans grin just gets scarier.

“KACCHAN!” Deku and Kacchan both look over to see an angry bakugou and an Izuchan who looks horrified and embarrassed.

Kacchan pales in horror as he sees Izuchan tear up and bakugou looks at her worriedly while deku hurries over to her and picks her up in a protective hug.“

YOURE BOTH BEASTS!” He shouts at them and runs away with the embarrassed Izuchan.

“Youre an idiot...” bakugou would say simply to Kacchan who glares at him.

 “THAT MAKES YOU AN IDIOT TOO, ASSHOLE!”

[nocturnal-jeon]

𝚝𝚠𝚘-𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ➛ 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔

i hope this is what you wanted darling. and as a bi baby, i loved writing this!

You had always wanted to bring Hoseok to the town where you grew up, and Hoseok was more excited than you to come to your hometown. He had met your parents prior to this trip, but what he loved the most was listening to your mother explain each photo album of you and show him all of the embarrassing pictures of you. 

Yes, you had a bathtub picture. i did too and i hate it lol

Hoseok would listen to your family members tell stories about your childhood and all the “trouble” you would get into, and while you would always be telling everyone to shut up, Hoseok would be encouraging everyone to share. He was really having the time of his life. 

It was the day after the two of you arrived and this day would just be the two of you as you took him around town. You pointed out the ice cream shop you walked to when you “ran away” from home as a child with only a stuffed animal and some crayons in your backpack. And you showed him the food place your father would bring you and your siblings to whenever your mom was out of time and he didn’t want to cook dinner. 

Hoseok loved getting a real-life look into the place and experiences that made you the person he loved so much today. 

Your hand was holding onto his as the two of you walked down one of the main sidewalks. There was a nice breeze going and you felt extremely happy. Hoseok was too busy staring at the diffrerent stores you two passed as you walked, but when he heard you gasp, his head turned towards you immidiately. 

“Holy shit. Y/n? Is that you?” a voice spoke, turning Hoseok’s attention towards the individual. There stood a relatively beautiful woman, around your age, dressed in a skirt and expensive-looking shirt. She wore jewlery that looked authentic and stood at a taller height due to the 4-inch heels on her feet. 

“Hey. Long time no see!” you exclaimed, hugging said individual. Hoseok stood beside you, his hands in his pockets with a polite smile on his face. Probably a childhood friend or something, he suspected. “Oh, Hoseok, this is my ex,” you said, looking at him with wide eyes, not knowing what his reaction would be. 

But that polite smile remained constant as he bowed. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said. “Likewise,” the lady said with a charming smile. “What are you doing in these parts?” she asked. “I came to bring him to meet my family and show him around,” you explained, causing her ex’s mouth to form an ‘o’ as she nodded. 

“Isn’t y/n’s mom just the sweetest?” her ex said, turning her attention to Hoseok, who let out a chuckle. “Yeah, I can see where y/n gets it from,” he said, causing you to blush. “What have you been doing these days?” you asked, tilting your head to the side as you gently smiled. 

“I still work at the same company, but I got promoted to COO a week and a half ago,” she explained, causing you to clap excitedly. “Ah, congradulations! You’ve always been really good at business stuff,” you exclaimed, proud of her success. “Thanks, y/n. And congradulations to you, Hoseok, for winning that award with your members a few days ago. Y/n must be so proud of you,” she said, causing Hoseok to blush. “Thank you. It means a lot,” Hoseok said, chuckling due to how baffled he became. 

“Well, I was just getting some lunch, but I have to get back to the office. It was great catching up, though,” your ex said, causing you to nod. “I wish you luck in the future,” you said as the two of you hugged once more. “Bye, y/n and Hoseok. Enjoy the rest of your trip!” the lady chirped kindly before walking past the two of you. 

Awkwardly, you turned to look at Hoseok. 

“So,” he began, holding onto your hand once more and bringing you over to a bench to sit. “You’re bisexual?” he asked, placing his large hand, with a sparkling watch on his wrist, on your knee lovingly. You nodded, biting your lip. 

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it?” you asked, confused. 

“It’s who you are, and as I’ve always told you, I love every part of you, so I’m not against that part of you whatsoever. Love who you wanna love, y/n,” he explained, causing you to grin. 

“How did the two of you break up? You seemed like best friends to me,” he said, leaning back and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You shrugged. “We started out as best friends in high school, but then we started dating during senior year, and then after we graduated, we made a mutual decision to just break up since we were going to different colleges,” you explained. 

He nodded understandingly. 

“Hoseok,” you said. 

“Hm?”

“You really have no negative thoughts about my sexuality? It doesn’t make you feel weird or rethink our relationship?” you questioned further. 

“I support you no matter what, baby. I love you and that’s never going to change,” he replied, staring deep into your eyes as he slowly pulled his head in closer and placed a warm kiss to your lips. You kissed back, your hand placed comfortably on his cheek. “Thank you, Hoseok,” you said. 

He smiled. 

“Don’t mention it.”

[buckleyy--diazz]

For the fic prompts, #58 + Lilo! :)

Sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy it 💜

58.  “Shut up and kiss me”

Inspired by this tweet (but I added my own twist 😉)

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Louis was in a state of mild panic, no scratch that, he was in a heavy state of panic. Why had he opened his mouth and mentioned he was dateless for the nursing school formal? Why was Liam such a good friend he had offered to go with Louis even if he was straight? Louis should have stood his ground and say no even when Liam insisted he would be more than happy to go with Louis and there was no way he would let him go alone. Louis also remembered Liam say he was almost insulted Louis had not asked him sooner. Louis had not asked, Liam had offered, but Louis didn’t point that out. This was going to be a disaster, Louis could feel it in his guts. And maybe if Louis had been able to control his feelings and not fall in love with his best friend of the last 15 years it could have helped too.

When Liam showed up on Louis’s doorstep wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath showing off a bit of his chest hair, Louis felt like he was going to faint. Liam was a construction worker, his usual attire was jeans, most of the time ripped in random places, safety boots and tank top or a t-shirt. Louis couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Liam in a suit. Maybe his mom’s wedding a few years back.

Louis took a deep breath, he needed to get his feelings in check.  He was good at hiding his feelings for Liam and tonight shouldn’t be different. Liam was doing him a favor as his best friend, his straight best friend. Louis needed to keep that in mind before he went and did something stupid like kissing him and ruined their friendship. Louis plastered a smirk on his face, everything would be all right. He just had to stop freaking out. Was easier said than done when his heart was beating so fast he felt like it was going to escape his chest at any second now.

“You clean up well, Payno,” said Louis in lieu of greeting.  

“Not bad yourself, Tommo,” replied Liam grinning and offering his arm to Louis.

Louis rolled his eyes but linked his right arm with Liam’s left and let himself be guided toward the…

“A limo?” Louis exclaimed, “Are you insane?”

“No, I just want the best for my best friend.”

“That’s crazy, you shouldn’t have!”

“Consider this an early birthday present?”

“My birthday’s in eight months, don’t try to get out if getting me a present Payno.”

“Stop complaining and get your cute little arse inside the car,” laughed Liam and Louis felt his cheeks reddened. It was dumb and Liam’s remark about his ass shouldn’t affect him. Louis hoped it would be dark enough in the limo that Liam would not notice the color of his cheeks.

When they got closer to the limousine, the driver opened the door and Liam shoved Louis inside, laughing. Liam sat next to Louis and he could feel Liam’s warmth radiating through the material of their trousers. Louis kept his eyes focused in front of him, the partition was down and he was looking at the road.

Liam poked the side of his head with his finger.

“Stop overthinking,” said Liam and Louis wanted to protest and say he was not overthinking, Liam knew him better than anyone else.

“It’s going to be fun, I promise to not embarrass you and I will be the best fake boyfriend you ever had.”

“Fake boyfriend?” Louis squealed?  

This wasn’t…No, Louis had accepted Liam as his date for the night but as a friend, he had never mentioned wanting a fake boyfriend for the night. Everything was going to be a disaster. The feeling of panic settled in his stomach once more, he couldn’t breathe. He felt Liam taking his hands between his and squeezed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about that time you split your pants at the park when we were ten,” said Liam very seriously and Louis heard the driver chuckle.

This was not what Louis was worried about. It was the last thing he was worried about, in fact Liam could take a mic and tell this story to everybody and Louis would not care. His palms were sweaty and he tried to disentangle their hands but Liam tightened his grip on them.

“There is nothing to worry about, Lou.”

Louis closed his eyes and hope Liam was right.

*

Louis was wrong, so so wrong. It was a disaster. Everybody loved Liam. Of course they did, he was brilliant. Charming everybody with his blinding smile and funny story. Louis even heard Liam tells the story of how they got together and Louis almost started crying because it was perfect. Liam was perfect and it was all fake.

When one of the girls, Chloe or Cleo, that was in one of his classes put her hand on Liam’s bicep and squeezed as she leaned in, Louis felt a flare of jealousy spark inside of him even if he had no right to be jealous. Louis finished his drink and walked up to them, a smile on his face and his eyes trained on the girl. He linked his arm with Liam and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey babe, wanna dance?” Louis asked, smiling sweetly at Liam before turning his head, “Oh hi Cleo, sorry didn’t see you there.”

“It’s Chloe,” she replied glaring, obviously not happy with Louis’ interruption.

“Sorry, m'not good with name,” replied Louis as he pulled Liam toward the dancefloor.

Of course the universe had to be a little bitch. As soon as he and Liam reached the dancefloor the DJ switched to a slow song and Louis groaned. He tried to leave the dancefloor but Liam put his hands on Louis’ hips, anchoring him in place and Louis had no other choice than link his arms around Liam’s neck. He let Liam take control of the dance and sway them slowly to the slow beat.  

Louis lifted his head and Liam’s eyes were scanning his face. Louis licked his lips and he noticed Liam following the movement. Liam leaned in and Louis turned his head to the side. Maybe it was only in his head and Liam had not really leant in but for a second Louis had been almost sure Liam was about to kiss him. It was not possible, Liam was straight and this was wishful thinking. Thankfully the song ended and Louis was able to put a bit of a distance between his and Liam’s body. They danced for another three songs before Louis declared he was parched and going to the bar to get something to drink.

When Louis came back to their table Liam smiled and he had something sparkling in his eyes. Itt was never a good sign.

“What have you done?” questioned Louis, trying to hide the fondness he was feeling. Liam was such a kid sometimes but it was part of the charm and one of the many reasons why Louis loved him so much.

“Nothing!”

Louis arched an eyebrow.

“I swear, but did you know they have a photo booth with a photographer and props?” Liam asked excitedly.

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” accused Liam and Louis tried not to laugh.

Liam jumped on his feet, grabbed Louis’ hand and dragged him toward the photo booth. Liam chose a props that looked like the Snapchat dog filter and handed the cat one to Louis. They got in front of the camera and put the props over their faces. Liam put his arm around Louis’ shoulders and smiled for the camera. They took a few basic pictures with other paper props before the photographer suggested they should kiss. Louis’ eyes went wide and before he had time to react, Liam was leaning in and pressed his lips against Louis’. Louis froze for a second but kissed back. It was a dumb idea, the dumbest he ever had but this would be the only time he would be able to kiss Liam. All he hoped is that it wouldn’t make their friendship awkward. He could always blame alcohol and hoped Liam wouldn’t call him out on having only one glass of wine during dinner.

Liam’s lips were soft and smooth against his and when Louis felt Liam’s tongue pushing against his lips he broke the kiss. What were they doing? Louis was so stupid. He risked looking at Liam and Liam looked like he was in shock. He turned around and sprinted out of the room. Louis wanted to cry. He thanked the photographer and started running after Liam. They needed to talk. Louis knew he would probably have to explain his feelings but he was ready to talk about it if it meant salvaging his friendship with Liam. He had always been able to keep his feelings to himself before. Before Liam had suggested to be his date, before Louis got a glimpse of what dating Liam could be. Louis couldn’t believe how stupid he had been.

Louis got out of the reception room in time to see Liam run outside. Louis slowed down and followed Liam. He found him sitting on a bench in the garden in front of a water fountain.

“Can I sit?” Louis asked softly, scared to startle Liam.

Liam didn’t reply but he moved to the side, leaving place for Louis. They sat in silence for a while. The silence wasn’t comfortable but it wasn’t awkward either.

“I’m so sorry Lou, I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t even asked you if you wanted to kiss me. I’ve been selfish and I hope you can forgive me.”

If Louis was confused before, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Liam was talking like he wanted to kiss Louis.

“You wanted to kiss me?”

“I tried on the dancefloor but you turned your head.”

So Louis hadn’t been daydreaming, Liam had really leaned in to kiss him.

“But, you’re straight,” is all Louis replied and Liam let out a sad laugh.

“I’m not, I don’t think I am.”

“You don’t think? So what am I? An experiment?” asked Louis. He was feeling hurt because somehow this was worst. His best friend in the world apparently didn’t trust him enough to tell him about something very important and he had used him.

“So, what’s the verdict?”

Liam sighed loudly and turned his body to face Louis. He took his hands between his but Louis snatched them away. Liam reached out again.

“Please look at me,” Liam pleaded and as furious Louis was he turned around and looked at Liam.

“You are not an experiment Lou, you could never be. Do you really think I could so that to you? That I would intentionally hurt you?”

No, Louis didn’t think that but right now he had no idea what to think.

“I have discovered I am bisexual, I didn’t tell you because it scared me. I’m sorry Lou. It scared me because I didn’t want to have to tell you I fell in love with you but now I fucked everything up by kissing you so it doesn’t matter how I feel-”

“Shut up and kiss me!”

Liam was in love with him, that’s all Louis could think about now, it’s all that mattered.

“What?’

"I said shut up and kiss me!”

Liam gently cradled Louis’ face and closed the gap between their lips and this time when Louis felt Liam’s tongue asking for entrance he gladly parted his lips.

“In case you hadn’t understand, I love you too, you idiot.”

“I think we’re gonna need a good and long discussion,” said Liam between kisses.

“We do, later. Now I just wanna kiss you.”

[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ To A Good Night (part 58)

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she  friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

***

“So uh, I don’t know what to do, I’d rather put my hand in blender than experience this.” I quietly say. “Do you want to talk, do you want to never see each other again?”

“Harper, it’s fine.” Blake smiles at me.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Laura tells me. “Could you guys all leave us alone for a little?”

“Yeah, sure, let’s go out.” Juliet suggests, confusely.

“Okay, Delilah I’ll introduce you.” I gesture my head towards the door. “I’ll meet you outside, I’ve just gotta get my jacket and take some things I need out of my suitcase.” I inform them and head to my bedroom.

“See you in a minute.” Tori waves and they head out the door.

Grabbing my leather jacket off my bed, searching through my suitcase for my powerblock, because I didn’t charge my phone overnight, and I don’t know how long we’ll be out for.

I sing 21 Questions by Warerparks whilst I shuffle around my room, before I walk out, hearing the small chatter of Blake and Laura.

“Um, text me or something if you need me or when you’re done. Whatever you do, don’t fucking mess around on my bed, I’m begging you. Also we have neighbours so don’t be too loud.”

“Harper!” They both exclaim.

“This is too weird, you’re basically the same person.” My eyes widen and I walk out the door, on my way to meet the others on the ground floor.

Stepping off the last step, I see that they are all getting along nicely, laughing and all.

“Hey.” I smile as I approach.

“Hello.” They all more or less say.

“Do you think they will be alright?” Cody asks as he wraps an arm around Juliet’s waist.

“I don’t know.” I shrug.

“That’s so weird that you know both of them, yet didn’t know.” Izzy says.

“Yeah, we were literally just talking about our love lifes and stuff.” Delilah points out.

“How’s your love life going?” Tori asks me.

“Non existent.” I bitterly speak. “I mean, I’m going through some stuff with uh, Luke, and it’s so complicated.”

“So you’re together?” Cody questions.

“No, not in any shape or form, it just feels like he is the solution to everything yet the source. He’s also going through things, and I want nothing more than to just talk to him and solve everything, but I think that if we did establish a new found relationship, romantic or not, we’d be toxic.” I sadly sigh.

“I’m sorry, babe.” Delilah comes up and hugs me.

“Oh my God, as my love life is shit, I’ve got the perfect opportunity to get you a love life.” I smirk. “Izzy, meet Delilah.”

“Yeah we’ve met, no longer than 5 minutes.” Delilah deadpans.

“I know, but what do you know about each other.” I bite my lip.

“Uh, nothing other than each other’s names.” Izzy tells me.

“Okay, what if I told you Delilah is bisexual and newly single.” I wiggle my eyebrows then turn to Delilah. “And Izzy is gay?”

“Just because your love life is non existent doesn’t mean you can play matchmaker.” Delilah whines.

“Yeah or live through someone else’s love life.” Izzy adds.

“I’m already living through someone else’s.” I say.

“Who?” Izzy asks.

“My friends back home, they actually got engaged recently.” I explain. “You wanna see a picture?”

“Sure.” They all nod.

I pull my phone out and go on to my instagram account, going down quite far.

It’s a picture of Michael, Ashton, Luke, Calum, Erika, Maddie, and I, we’re all sitting down together, completely candid, I think we were at a party or something, but Maddie is sitting on Erika’s lap, laughing and chatting happily. Calum, Michael, and Ashton (the three singles we used to call them) are messing around, having a laugh. Luke and I are in our own little bubble, I’m sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around my waist, we were joking around, and we looked so content in the moment with out smiles of adoration.

We all used to be content.

There was no tension between us, no overbearing happiness, or anything, just contentness, we were all so comfortable around. Nowadays, I’m uncomfortable around them, not exactly by choice. I wish I could talk to them about things, I can’t talk to my friends here because they don’t know what we were like, don’t know what actually went down, and don’t know Luke. They couldn’t properly give me advice. I’m sure they would help as much they can, but I don’t feel comfortable telling them everything. It would be much easier to talk to the boys or Erika and Maddie, because they know everything.

There’s nothing really stopping me from talking to them, I just know it will be passed on, and I don’t want anything to do with Luke.

At least not right now.

“Here. I’ll let you figure out who they are.” I say and pass my phone to Delilah.

“Damn, the one on top is cute.” Delilah whistles.

“That’s Maddie.” I inform as she passes my phone Juliet.

“The guy with the coloured hair is hot.” Juliet smirks.

“Ahem.” Cody coughs.

“But not as hot as you baby.” She covers it up and passes my phone to Tori as she tries to redeem herself.

“Aw, is that you and Luke? You look so cute.” Tori grins as she looks down at my phone.

“Yeah.” I nod.

“This whole picture is fucking adorable.” Izzy says.

“True. Why haven’t you deleted all the pictures of you and Luke?” Delilah asks,

“He was an important part of my life for such a long time, and deleting a picture doesn’t mean he is erased from my life. Plus half of my account includes something to do with him.” I spin a joke at the end.

“That fair enough. As soon as I knew Elliot and I were properly over, I deleted any trace of him on my Instagram.” Delilah tells me.

“Plus I don’t want to hurt Luke.” I add.

“You’re such a good ex girlfriend, ew.” Juliet shudders.

“Um, okay?” I confusely trail off.

“It’s just when ever I break up with someone I’m such a bitch.” She chuckles. “Keep that in mind.” Juliet spits at Cody.

“Where do we want to go?” Tori asks.

“Have you ever been to Sheffield?” I ask Delilah.

“Only when I was a kid.” She shrugs.

“Okay, let’s go be tourists.” I say.

***

“Do you think they are finished?” Izzy asks.

“I hope so because I’ve been around too many girls for too long.” Cody complains.

“What’s wrong with us?” Tori questions.

“Oooh shit, you’ve just dug yourself a hole.” I laugh.

“I love each and everyone of you, especially you.” Cody plays it off and kisses Juliet.

“Ew, couples.” I cringe.

“Shut up.” Juliet laughs.

“Do you ever feel like a 4 times divorced 45 year old woman who smokes cigarettes in her fur coats on a grand piano? Cause I do and it’s sad.” I sigh.

“You need to get laid.” Izzy says.

“You guys talk to each other like that?” Cody exclaims.

“Like what?” I question.

“Like guy talk.”

“There is no such thing as guy talk, it’s simply just words, and for some reason people decided to dictate on what girls can and can’t say, and they also made up this guy talk bullshit. No, words are words, they are simply sounds that come out of your mouth and end up in another person’s ears, which they process and reply the same way.” Delilah replies.

“Wow, you need to get laid too.” Izzy states.

“Oh my God, let’s have a night out!” Juliet exclaims.

“I don’t know…” I groan.

“Oh come on you old granny, all you do is spend your time being sad over someone. Getting out will do you good, getting laid will help too.” Tori tells me.

“Uh, I’m a virgin and saving myself for marriage.” I put up a fight.

“Seriously?” Izzy asks.

“Bitch you had a hotass boyfriend and you didn’t hop on that?” Tori responds.

“Woah.” Cody whispers.

“Wow, never expected that out of you.” Juliet mumbles with her eyes wide.

“Do you guys even know her? You fucking lost your virginity ages ago.” Delilah outs me.

“Bitch that was my only way of getting out of this.” I smack the back of her head.

“So you’re not a virgin?” Tori asks for confirmation.

“No, I lost it like two years ago.” I sigh.

“Oh, who to?” Juliet ask.

“None of your damn business. Also, what did you mean that you never expected that from me.” I raise an eyebrow.

“Your hair looks great today.” She nervously laughs.

“Juliet.”

“I don’t know, I just thought that if you had a boyfriend like you did, and the stuff you say, I though it was obvious.”

“Whatever, I’m bored talking about my non existent sex life.”

“Which is exactly why we should go out so you can get laid.” Cody laughs.

“Can we at least go out and not get me laid?” I question.

“Fine, but I’m not making any concrete promises.” Tori sighs.

“I don’t believe in promises.” I spit. “Now let’s go back, and just pray that they are not having sex in my bed or spare bedroom.”

“We can only hope.” Izzy says.

Walking all the way up the stairs and up to my apartment door hearing silence. I look back at the others in confusion and they look at me the same way.

Pulling my keys out, I insert them into the lock and twist, pushing the door open. “Hello?” I call out.

“Hey.” Blake calls back.

“Hi.”

Walking through I find Laura and Blake on their phones on different sofas.

“Where’d you go?” Laura asks.

“We were just being tourists, basically.” Izzy shrugs.

“We’re going out tonight, and all of you are coming out.” Juliet insists.

“But I already came out.” Delilah and Izzy say in unison making us all laugh.

“And we’re gonna try and get Harper laid.” Tori excitedly announces.

I was expecting Blake to make some stupid comment but he just chuckles and goes back to his phone. I guess Laura has a big effect on him.

“I thought we said no on that.” I whine.

“You said no, we didn’t make any promises.” Cody tells me.

“Also, Harper told us she’s a virgin.” Izzy laughs.

“You are?” Blake asks.

“No! Plus we talked about this.” I say to Blake.

“We did?” He questions.

“Yeah, you were drunk, for some reason you were sitting on a bench across from your building, and asked when the last time I had sex was and shit like that.”

“Oh yeah, has it changed since then?” He smirks.

“Why? Why me?” I groan.

“What was it?” Juliet asks with a grin.

Blake looks at me and I vigorously shake my head, trying not to laugh.

“No.” He laughs.

“Please! When was it?” Tori begs.

Blake stands up and walks over to me, wrapping an arm round my waist, smiling.

“I couldn’t do that to her.” He coos and pinches my cheeks.

“Get off me.” I groan and push his hand away from my face.

“Honestly has it changed since then?” He asks.

“I hate you guys, I’m not talking about this ever again, and don’t try and set me up with anyone. I’m only going out so I can get drunk.” I cry.

“What time is it?” Cody asks.

“6:30.” Laura speaks up.

“Right ladies, let’s go get ready.” Izzy says.

“Now?” Blake exclaims.

“Well yeah.” Delilah states in a duh tone.

“Whatever.”

“Laura and Delilah I think move got some dresses that can fit you.” I gesture my head towards my bedroom.

“Thanks.” Laura smiles.

“Thank you, and please don’t let me go to a park like last time.” Delilah begs and I shudder at the memory of the last time we went out. I was a fucking mess.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” Cody shakes his head.

“Can’t make any promises.” I chuckle and they head to my bedroom whilst everyone says there goodbyes and are on their way out.

As I’m about to follow the girls, suddenly a loose pair of hands grip my hips and gently pull me back, into someone’s chest.

“We’ve still got to talk y'know.” Blake the kidnapper says into my ear.

“I’ll talk if you tell me what happened between you and Laura when we were out.” I tell him.

“Fine, also, wear something tight.” He whispers the last part against my neck.

I laugh and push him off me, walking to my bedroom whilst he leaves.

“I’ve got a dress that will fit you perfectly.” I tell Laura and go to my wardrobe.

“So how are you?” Delilah asks Laura.

“Good, you’re being weird.” She laughs.

“It’s just you haven’t talked about it or barely talked since we got here.” Delilah shrugs.

“Nothing much happened really, we just awkwardly talked a little and then we finally got semi comfortable with each other, and just talked.” Laura casually states.

“So you didn’t have sex?” I Delilah.

“No!” She exclaims.

“Hallelujah.” I cheer.

“Why am I disappointed?” Delilah questions.

“Because you’re fucking weird.” Laura says.

“Here.” I say and pull out a small red dress, end around mid thigh, shows a little bit of chest and has spaghetti straps.

“Wow, that gorgeous.” Laura gushes.

“Why don’t you wear of?” Delilah asks me.

“It’s too small for me.” I explain as I pass it to Laura. “The bathroom is in there.”

“Thank you.” She smiles and walks away.

“You and I are the same size so you can pick out what you want.” I tell Delilah.

“But I went through a break up, we can’t possibly still be the same size.” Delilah pouts.

“Well, just try stuff on and if you like it wear it.” I laugh.

***

“And I think we’re done.” I drag out as I put the the cap back on the red lipstick I was using.

“We look good.” Laura smiles.

“Yeah.” Delilah agrees.

“Meh.” I shrug and walk away, my shoes clicking in the process.

I’m dressed in a black lacy bralette with a matching black skirt that ends mid thigh, fishnets, and a pair of black heeled ankle boots.

All black.

Like my heart.

Delilah is wearing a body suit that has see through parts and lots of detailing on it then on the bottom she has a light grey skirt, with some thigh high boots.

Laura is wearing the dress I gave her, and she looks drop dread gorgeous, she’s wearing these black heels that are so pointy that she could easily poke someone’s eye out, with a matching black choker.

“When do you think the others will be over?” Delilah asks making me look up from my phone.

“I don’t know, I sent them a text earli-”

I get cut off by the doorbell going off, and I laugh, walking towards the door as I continue to text my brother.

“Hey.” I wave, my mind not exactly in reality.

“Hi.” They all say and walk in.

“Who are you texting?” Tori asks.

“My brother.” I tell her.

“What about?” She questions and I look up.

“Nosy little shit aren’t you.” I say making her laugh.

Everyone is dressed up, Juliet is wearing a dark purple dress which crosses over at the middle, creating a little triangle cut out. Tori is wearing a white dress which is very short, ending at upper thigh, then it’s got a sweetheart type neckline, and it’s got some detailing all over it. Izzy has got a velvet dusty pink pink dress with a halter neck tied up, and a bare back, that ends at the knee.

Blake has a red flannel on with black shirt on under, whilst wearing skinny jeans.

He’s basically a carbon copy of Luke.

Cody has got a button up shirt on with ripped jeans on. I see how boys take a lot less time getting ready.

“Pre drinks?” Izzy questions.

“Pre drinks.” I confirm and go to the kitchen and pull open a cupboard full of many different alcohols.

“Why do you have so much alcohol?” Blake asks as he walks in.

“I’m single and lonely, get out my grill.” I wave him off. “Joking, I got sent a load of alcohol one time and I don’t really like drinking on my own so I don’t use much of it.”

“I wanna pour!” Juliet calls and takes the bottle out of my hand.

“Okay.” I mumble and step back, sitting on the counter.

“I invited some other people by the way, we’ve all met before.” Cody informs us all.

“Okay.” Izzy smiles.

“Come here, you’ve got fluff in your hair.” I say to Blake.

“Yes mum.” He groans and walks towards me.

“Shut up.” I chuckle and take it out, dropping it on the floor. Blake turns around and leans on the counter, in between my legs.

“So, we don’t know much about you two.” Tori states to Delilah and Laura.

“I’m Delilah, and I’m a recovering alcoholic, and I like making clay horses so I can pretend to ride them.” Delilah speaks up.

“I’m Laura and I’m a coke addict, and I like shoving sharp things places.” Laura introduces making us three all burst out laughing.

“Something we’re missing?” Juliet asks.

“It’s an inside joke.” I explain.

“No but seriously, I uh, play guitar, I’m going to uni in London, I’m from Brighton, my uncle is called Brian and I’m on 74%.” Delilah says.

“I like to sing, I’m also going to uni in London but not the same one, my favourite food is sushi, and I own a cat called Stephen.”

“Stephen is still alive?” Blake questions.

“Uh, yeah, should be turning 14 next month.” Laura replies.

“Talking about cats, how is Rodney?” I ask Izzy.

“Good, I guess, I have to pass him on soon though.” Izzy responds.

“Is there a set person?” I ask.

“Yeah, he goes to my neighbour.” She responds.

“You have a cat?” Laura asks.

“Yeah, each floor has one.” Tori speaks up.

“Wow, I got ripped off.” Delilah mumbles.

“I poured these ages ago by the way.” Juliet informs us all and gestures to the shots.

“Oh yeah.” We all chuckle.

Blake takes hold of my thighs and I hold on to his shoulders and he helps me down, gently placing me on the floor.

“To a good night.” We all say as we clink our glasses together before downing the shot.

[ratfish-blues]

Building Love Out of Legos: Chapter 3-The Ice Cream Parlor

Previous Chapters: (1)(2) 

Emil rounded the street corner only to see Leon jump up from the bench in front of the Ben and Jerry’s.

“Emil! Like how are you?” he said in greeting.

“I’m good,” Emil replied, “ what abo-” but he was cut off as Leon yammered on at a fast pace.

“Good, good. Okay, listen, this total hunk and his friend walked in to get some ice cream just before you got here, and I know you’re not great at the whole wing man thing, but I need you to help me get his number.”

Emil gawked at his friend.

“Jesus christ Leon, I know you’re desperate, but are you really going to try and pick people up at an ice cream parlor? If you’re looking for a date then go to a gay bar or something.”

“Hey!” Leon interjected, giving his friend the most offended look he could, “I would do it for you!”

“No you wouldn’t, because I would never ask you to help me hit on people at a fucking ice cream parlor,” Emil countered, “that guys just here trying to hang out with his friend, leave him alone.”

“Fine,” Leon pouted, “but at least let me point him out to you.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever, can we just go get our ice cream please?”  

The door jingled as they stepped inside and the smell of waffle cones hit them both as they got in line to order.

“mmmm,” Leon said, “that smells delicious,” just then his eyes trained on a corner of the room and he smirked, “and speaking of delicious, there’s that cutie I was telling you about.”

Emil followed his friend’s gaze to the man in the corner and just about died of second hand mortification. Their, sitting with a bomber jacket draped across the chair next to him, was Alfred.

“Oh no,” Emil groaned, “Come on Lee, not that guy.”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with him?” Leon asked defensively.

“He’s such a fuck boi, Lee,” Emil sighed, “He works at Hetalia Children’s Center with me, and from what I can tell he’s a total jerk. Let’s go somewhere else before he sees us.”   

But it was too late for that. Just as they were about to turn around and leave Alfred turned around and saw them. Over the clamor of the ice cream parlor Emil  could heard the man’s loud voice as he excitedly exclaimed to the small dark haired man across from him.

“Hey! That’s the grumpy guy from my new job! We should ask him to sit with us!” 

And then his hand shot up in the air and waved to the two of them, and at that moment, as Emil stood there awkwardly waving back at his coworker, he would have given just about anything to be invisible.  

Leon couldn’t help but laugh at Emil lackluster wave and displeased face.

“Ooooooh nooooo,” he said, his voice brimming with sarcasm, “we have to go sit with a cute boy now, whatever will we dooooo?”

“Shut up asshole. Why don’t you go pick out your ice cream or something?”

It was right about then that both boys noticed how close they were to the front of the line.

“Oh shoot!” exclaimed Leon, “I haven’t even looked at their choices yet!”

In the end they both ended up ordering a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream before going to sit down with Alfred and his friend.

“Hey! Who’s your bro?” Alfred asked as they took their seats.

“Oh, that’s just-”

“My name’s Leon,” the smaller man interjected, “I’m Emil’s cooler, funnier, best friend.”

Emil glared at the Chinese boy before turning back to Alfred.

“And who’s your friend over there,” he said, motioning to the raven haired man across from him.

“Oh that’s Kiku! He’s my best bud!”

Kiku simply nodded back at them, appearing to be intensely focused on his cell phone.      

“He’s kind of quite,” Alfred explained apologetically, “But anyways what have you guys been up to? We just went to the new exhibit at the aerospace museum. Have you seen it?”

“No,” Emil said, “but I saw on of the flyers for it. It’s about biplanes right?”

He was cautiously optimistic about this conversation. The aerospace museum was one of his favorite places to go, maybe, he thought, Alfred and I could have something in common after all.      

“Yep! It was great. I bought a model of a French Nieuport 17 from the gift shop, so now I’m a bisexual with a biplane.”

Alfred laughed at his own joke and Kiku shook his head in response.

“He spent the whole time making puns about his sexuality, it was ridiculous.��

But Emil barely heard Kiku’s complaint, the gears in his head were turning to fast for him to pay attention.

Alfred was queer? He had totally pegged him as an oblivious straight guy. After all, most queer men didn’t wear adidas snapbacks…or at least not the ones Emil knew.

“Oh my god Emil” Leon said, breaking the albino out of his thoughts, “why didn’t you tell me he was another gay? I can’t believe you would keep that sort of important information from me!”

Emil gave his friend an exasperated look, “I met him today Lee, how was I supposed to know he was queer? And why do you care so much anyways?”

Alfred laughed awkwardly, breaking back into the conversation, “So are you guys are queer too?”

“Yeah totally,” Leon replied, “I’m gay and Emil here is gay and ace. So like, a fancy gay.”

“It’s not fancy Leon, I just don’t feel sexual attraction,” Emil huffed.

“…Right…” Alfred said, sounding a little apprehensive, “um..so Emil you said you saw the flyer for the aerospace exhibit, are you into space stuff too?”

Emil was incredibly glad for the change in topic.  

“Um yeah I guess, but what I really like is airplanes. The Boeing 247 is my favorite, did you know that it was the first modern airliner?”

“Nerd,” Alfred said with a chuckle,”But that’s okay, I’m I pretty big nerd too, but I like space ships better.”

The four of them stayed in the ice cream parlor for two hours, talking and laughing about various things and, to his surprise Emil found that he was having a fairly pleasant time.

Maybe, Emil thought as he walked out the parlor door, Alfred’s not so bad. Maybe we could even be friends.  

[isisisak]

Under the cut there is FINALLY the answer to that promt-ask about Isak and Mikael meeting for the first time (if some of the stuff that went down back at bakka was indeed romantic) .. enjoy! 

Sooo I have been vomiting my thoughts about this in my chat with my bestie Max ( @noorasevas​ ) and we came up with the following backstory to the whole Mikael deal (bc I am atm not sure that what went down really was romantic but I change my mind about this with every convincing theory I read so … yay me for being constant in my opinion):

Even was best friends with Yousef and Mikael in Bakka. He was together with Sonja but they weren’t doing so great. Even figured out that he is bi bc he started to form a crush on one of his best friends, Mikael. Bc he and Mikael grew up together and have always shared everything with one another Even some day tells him (maybe a bit of liquid courage is involved, maybe not).

Mikael, who does not intent to be mean or hurt Even nevertheless rejects him quite harshly. Bc he was just young, overwhelmed and well, basically just skdjskdjskdsdj went down in his head. After this Even gets in a very bad spiral of self doubt and self loathing which also is one reason he turns back to Sonja.

(Somewhere down the line, while Even was in the middle of an episode, he told her what happened. Which is also why Sonja knows about Even being bisexual and why she doesn’t seem so surprised when she learns about Isak).

When things calmed down, Even doesn’t want the confrontation anymore and everything feels awkward and he’s hurting.

So, he tries his best to avoid Mikael. Not liking the way this lifelong friendship ended, Mikael tried to apologised both in person and via texts.

But Even (which we know isn’t the “let’s confront this head on” kind of person but rather goes over the situation over and over in his head until he is convinced that he does those people a favor with staying away.

(This was also why he was so patient and understanding with Isak, bc he took a long while to stop with the self loathing and start to accept himself, bc his parents and Sonja were supportive but the initial reaction to the first person he told was so ugly – even if not intentionally so)  

[And also: most people show Isak going full on confrontational or protective/jealous and even if he (IN MY OPINION) would also feel that in a way, he would mostly not act on those. Bc he is a very in-his-head person.]

Ok the setting is that mysterious karaoke bar. *crowd goes uuuuuuh*

The light is red hued and the music is loud, so whoever sings isn’t heard that clearly. Thank god for that, because right now Magnus is smashing (read: slashing) one very cheesy song for Vilde, who stands in the front row, telling everyone who tries to shuffles past her

“That’s my boyfriend!”

The tables are positioned along the wall, with little benches on one side and on the other side there are chairs facing the inner part of the bar so people can turn around and look at whoever is murdering the next song.

Isak is sitting on one of those benches, head resting against the wall behind him (he may or may not be a bit tipsy right now) and his side is pressed against Even. Even who is in a deep discussion on song lyrics with Jonas and Mahdi right now, making Isak roll his already closed eyes.

He hasn’t really slept that great the past couple of nights. This whole deal with that chemistry test, plus some stuff with his father and then on top of it all the #HvemErMikael mess has been a lot. He really should talk to Even about it, but Even had blocked his attempts so far and Isak had filed every bit of information he got along the way neatly in a drawer in his head.

What he knew so far:

- Mikael had been Even’s best friend

- There also was another best friend

- There has been a falling out between all three of them which meant:

- there was no contact / but Even sometimes receives messages where his face falls and Isak often can’t bring himself to ask about them

- There were some feelings involved but he wasn’t quite sure who had them for whom and what happened

- Even assured him he never had anything with Mikael (and yet there was a pause before he said that or a look for a split second)

Isak trusts Even and believes him, but he’s also convinced that he doesn’t have very important parts of the story.

His thoughts are interrupted by Jonas who loudly says, “Alright! So, proof it then! You two go and then me and Isak will do that one,” pointing at some song on the list they can choose from. Isak’s eyes snap open.

Ok, so he might have told the other boys that he was the master of Karaoke. And he and Jonas might have been trash talking to the other boys about how good they’d do. Well…shit. This seems to be somehow connected to that, doesn’t it?

Before he can protest about anything that just happened, Even gives him a cheek kiss.

“I’ll dedicate this one to you, baby” he says with soft voice and his eyes crinkling up. He was close before and now he is just deliciously closer.

Isak just melts a bit at the proximity and moves his head from side to side to initiate some nose nuzzling. Even kisses him, on his mouth this time and sneaks an arm around Isak’s middle.

“Halla, Baby. Did you zone out there for a while?” Even asks, speaking so low that it is only for his ears.

Their faces are still close, close, close. Foreheads touching. Isak frowns, looking down his nose at Even, almost going crossed eyed from him being so near.

“Nei?” he huffs indignantly. “Of course not?” which only makes Even chuckle and peck him again. Once, twice, three times.

Hands in Even’s hair he’s pulling him closer because….. well because, and continues to deepen the kiss. How there are still a ton of butterflies in his stomach after it’s been almost half a year, he sure doesn’t know. Why even call it butterflies? It would be way more accurate to call it a fist, that clenches his inner organs and- When Even touches his tongue with his, he stops to think about that. He stops to think, period.

One hand still on Isak’s hip Even puts the other hand on Isak’s jaw, long fingers reaching into his hair that curls at the back of his neck. Following his bottom lip with his thumb and flicking their noses when Isak tilts his head all the way to the side.

“Woah there! Let Tongak rest for tonight, man. We need to go! Our song is next!” Comes Mahdi’s impatient voice and he seems shakes Even’s shoulder mildly, judging from the way their kiss was broken. Isak glares at him over Even’s shoulder, who just pecks him one last time and then moves to go with Mahdi.

“Wait! What song is it?”

But they are already on their way. Isak turns to Jonas who tips on the card and Isak scans the name.

“Hva faen?! Vilde gets that cheesy love song and all I get is Love the way you lie from Rihanna and freaking Eminem?”

Isak scrunches his face up in disbelieve and throws both hands up, looking at his grinning best friend.

“It was the only one where one part was rap and one part was sung.” Jonas shrugs “And to be fair, your boy’s default setting is cheese so this is a nice change.”

Which earned him another eyeroll when the song starts and he concentrates on those two ridiculous boys trying to rap/sing and making a dramatic show of two lovers on stage.

The song ends (way too soon, seeing his boyfriend on stage, even in that awful way, was something) and Even and Mahdi go off stage and signal that they’ll make a bar run. Good. He feels The Sober™ coming.

Talking about staying drunk, a slightly tumbling Eva is walking in their direction, waving enthusiastically when she sees Isak and Jonas. She has Vilde, Magnus and three other guys in tow.

Isak isn’t paying much attention to the other guys at first, until, when all sat down, he looks up at the one sitting right in front of him and fy faen.

His whole mind goes blank. The voices of the others get muffled while he can’t stop staring at  the boy in front of him. Mikael. His mind begins to work again, or at least isn’t completely blank anymore, but just a repetition of Mikael, Mikael, Mikael.

Vilde’s high voice points at all of the new boys, listing their Names. “Those are, Elias, Adam and Mikael. Elias is Sana’s brother!” she says excitedly. Isak finally manages to tear his eyes away from Mikael and flicks them to the others.

None of the others show any signs of distress - and why would they? But how is it possible the rug has not been pulled out under the others too, while Isak is basically free falling here?

He isn’t really following the conversation, until Magnus’ suddenly lets out a high pitched “What?? You guys went to Bakka and are 97?? So sick! My best friend went there!! Do you guys know Even?” The expression on the face of Sana’s brother reminds Isak of movies where the frame freezes, the record scratches and a voice over going “you probably wonder how I found myself in this situation”.

Before he has time to read Mikael’s face a drunk Eva exclaims “Oh! Fy faen! Shit, I totally forgot about that!! That’s so true! Do you??”

This was directed at the guys with a wild gesture, spilling some of her drink over their shoes. Seemingly thankful for the distraction, Elias and the boy who’s name Isak has already forgotten busy themselves with that, while Vilde joins in and says, “Oh, I never even thought of that! You must know Even, then! This” pointing at him. Oh, no, nei, Vilde, nei! “is Even’s boyfriend!”

The one without the name is the first to move after that. He nods awkwardly in Isak’s direction, whose insides have gone cold. Isak manages to make a gesture which could be interpreted as a nod (if one was kind) and after that his eyes move to Mikael.

The other boy had obviously been staring at him, because he now  looks at the table with a  guilty look. Mikael looks like a trapped animal and Isak knows the feeling.

Isak feels a sudden wave of sympathy for Mikael. Sympathy isn’t the only feeling that is swirling around in Isak’s stomach, though. He feels doubt, the ever present doubt of am I good enough? He has gotten better at not indulging those feelings in the last months, but they just came back full force, sucker punching him in the gut. He feels jealous, which makes him feel like an idiot, because this really shouldn’t be about him.

He feels pissed, because even though he has no real clue what went down, he knows that whatever happened it hurt Even, and he would march into battle if that means his boy never hurt one day of his life again.

The whole whirlwind of emotions was combined with an ongoing AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH in his head. So, naturally, he turns his head to Jonas, his haven, his safe place, his best friend who he hoped would pick up on the situation. Which he does. With his iconic brows knitted and lifting one shoulder, Jonas is asking him what the hell is going on without saying a word. Meanwhile Vilde, Eva and Magnus have taken on talking again, about what, Isak couldn’t say.  

He should get up. He should go and warn Even. He wouldn’t want him to walk into this as unprepared as he just was. Because when he is this thrown by it, he can only imagine what it’ll do to Even.

Just when he wants to stand up and ask Magnus to move, so he could get out of that booth, Mikael speaks. To him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The voice of the other boy is surprisingly soft when he asks “Is Even here?”. So, ok. He can’t leave now, can he? His gaze flicks to Jonas again. His best friend looks at the bar, or the general direction of it and lifts his brows. Then he gets up and without anyone really noticing – guess why – he leaves.

Hopefully Isak understands that correctly, and Jonas is going to go find Even. He’s glad the others seem very much caught in conversation and it weirdly feels like a one-on-one situation, even though there are five other people besides them sitting at the table.

Before he answers he coughs, twice, buying himself some time, trying to settle down a bit.

“Uuh, ja,” he answers, nodding once. Because he can’t say no, even though he doesn’t yet know what the boy in front of him will do in this information. When he looks at Mikael straight on – how he found that courage, he will never know – he sees the dark eyes of the boy widen. Is he shocked? Scared? Hopeful?

Isak really can’t read the expression that takes over Mikael’s face. He nods. Isak mirrors the nod. So they sit there, oddly similar and strangely connected in this unfamiliar territory.

Suddenly Mikael speaks again, way softer than what Isak should be able to hear over Eskild’s version of Toxic that’s going on in the back.

“How is he?” When he says this he looks lost, and also… guilty? Isak’s chest clenches. Yes, he doesn’t know what this guy means to Even or what went down between them, but at the same time Isak can’t quite get himself to dislike that boy with the seemingly ongoing pout.

Isak puts his tongue between his lips and squints his eyes a bit, looking down at the empty beer in front of him. He decides to answer that with “He’s great” and tries to plaster a confident smile on his face and adds “We just moved in together!”

Because fuck it, yes, he doesn’t need to prove anything to that guy and he doesn’t dislike him and he’s not jealous, but he also just wants to make his territory clear. So, when Mikael doesn’t react in a confrontational manner, but rather looks like he deflates with a relieved sigh, something in Isak melts.

Because the other boy obviously really cares. Cares that Even is ok. Cares that Even has Isak in his life and that they seem to be solid (they are, but moving in together does bring the image of a stable relationship across a bit more).

Without even consciously registering it he warms up to Mikael. So, when their eyes meet again, Isak smiles. Maybe warmer than he should, since he still doesn’t know what happened, but it just happens.

He makes to stand up and says “I’ll go look for him.” Leaving the I’ll see if he wants to see/talk to you hanging between them in the air. Mikael’s whole face morphs into this really hopeful, and bright, still a little timid and nervous smile. He nods, following Isak’s movement as he shoves himself out of the bench over Magnus and quietly says “Thank you.”

So, so he got that, huh?

[hitamory-dead-blog]

Mob Psycho 100 Episodes 4-8 as narrated by an 11-year old

So I wish I'd had this idea when I first introduced my lil sis to MP100 because her reactions to anime she loves are fuckin hilarious and she's jumped on the MP100 bandwagon as hard as I have lmao she customized a Littlest Pet Shop toy for me to look like Mob and she's gonna try making Reigen because she knows he's like one of my favourites (she's too pure omg). So we watched episodes 4-7 last night and episode 8 just a little while ago but here're her reactions to what happened in episodes 4-8. My dialogue is marked with an H and hers is indicated with a B.

Episode 4: *Mezato interviewing Ritsu* B: "Are they in Starbucks?" H: "No, they're in MobDonalds" B: "Does Mob know McDonalds is named after him?" H: "I..." *Onigawara appears* B: "He looks like Elvis Presley!" H: "Why?" B: "He has Elvis hair." *Onigawara punching his bald friend* B: "KICK HIS BUTT ELVIS!" H: *laughing* "His name's Onigawara" B: "That sounds like onion. I can't say his name and I can't say onion because it makes me think of Shrek." H: "Yeah, please don't say onion." *the body improvement club comes to save Mob* B: "Mob has good friends." H: "Which friends?" B: "The muscle club guys." H: "Yeah, they're good friends, aren't they?" B: "I wish I had strong muscle-y friends like that to beat up kids who are mean to me at school." H: "Well you have me, text me if you need me." B: "But you're a twig. And you're like a zombie. And the grade threes are taller than you." H: "..." B: "And you're a weeb." H: "I will leave you in the woods for the wolves, I swear to fuck." *teru appears* B: "The blonde guy's cool." H: "What makes you say that?" B: 'He has a cool name. And he's gay." H: "How do you know if he's gay? He was dating a girl before Edano called him." B: "What's that one thing your friend is?" H: "Bisexual?" B: "Yeah. He's that." (omfg she's too great) Episode 5: B: *aggressive headbanging to the intro* *Teru talking shit and knocking Mob around* B: "Why's he being so mean?!" H: "That's just how he is." B: "Maybe he had a sad life so he's taking it out on Mob." H: "Dude you're giving me sad headcanons. Stop." *Teru makes Dimple vanish* B: "HE BETTER NOT HAVE KILLED DIMPLE." H: "..." B: "HE COMES BACK RIGHT?!" H: "I dunno..." *laughing* B: *SCREAMING* H: *hissing whisper* "SHUT UP MOM ISN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU'RE STILL UP." *Mob getting beat up* B: "STOP HURTING MOB HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!" *Teru screeching* B: "That's me every day." *Teru's hair buzzed off* B: "He looks like an old man!" *Teru turns his tie into a sword* B: "Now he's a very angry old man." H: *laughing* "Yeah, he is." B: "Kinda like you." H: "You sure like insulting me, don't you?" B: "It's 'cuz you won't tell me if Dimple comes back." H: "Fair enough." *??? appears* B: "Oh no." H: "What?" B: "Is Teru gonna die?" H: "What do you think?" B: "He better not. He's gonna be friends with Mob. Or date him." H: *laughing* "Chill." B: "But you draw them gay." H: "How the fuck-" (she doesn't see me draw so she must've found my DA or something, she won’t tell me) B: *evil laugh* *Teru's clothes get ripped off* B: "He's very very naked." H: "Yup." B: "He deserves it for being so mean to Mob." *100% Sadness* B: "Don't cry, you're a good person." H: "Aw..." B: "He's nicer than you." H: "I mean probably but can you fucking not." *The body improvement club picks Mob up* B: "Yeah, go do squats with your friends. They won't beat you up like Teru did." H: "Well at least Teru feels sorry about it." B: "Yeah. I want to see Teru and Mob be friends." Episode 6: *Reigen reassures Mob* B: "Reigen's so nice to Mob." H: "Yup." B: "He's like Mob's dad." *Shinji appears* B: "He needs to sleep more. He has rings under his eyes." H: "Yeah." B: "He looks like a zombie." H: "Mm-hm." B: "Sorta like you." H: "Do you wanna fuckin die" *Ritsu goes to the Awakening lab* B: "The afro man's gonna kill him." H: "No??" B: "Stranger Danger. Ritsu needs to learn Stranger Danger." H: "Well...you're not wrong I guess?" *Ritsu meets the Awakening Lab kids and has his interior monologue* B: "I like Ritsu. He's salty like me." H: "Well I guess so." *The Shiratori brothers appear* B: "Is that Steve from Minecraft?" H: "Yes." *Shinji's arrival at home* B: "Shinji has a mean family. I feel bad for him." H: "Yeah. Kinda like me." *glance at sister* B: "I'll stop if you tell me if Dimple comes back." H: *heavy sigh* *Shinji and Ritsu frame Onigawara* B: "I don't feel bad for Shinji anymore." H: "Why's that?" B: "He made Ritsu be bad." H: "Yeah..." B: "And (Onigawara) was trying to be a good person." H: "Mm-hm." B: "(Onigawara) needs a hug." *Dimple appears* B: *gasp* *glances rapidly between me and the screen* *bounces up and down on the couch, kicking feet* B: "DIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMPPPLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!" H: "You happy now?" B: "He's my favourite character!" H: "Figured as much." B: "Can you please draw him for me?" H: "Sure." B: *excited squeak* Episode 7: *shows the different shadow leaders* *gozu appears* B: "I want hair like that." H: "I can make it happen." B: "If you do I'll put orange juice in your fishtank." H: "...your hair's safe." *Ritsu sitting alone in his room with his aura visible* B: "Whoa, his powers look so cool!" H: "Yeah, they're really pretty." B: "So if I get really stressed will I get powers like Ritsu?" H: "I've been stressed for months and nothing's happened so I don't think so." *laugh* B: "Maybe you just suck." H: "Maybe I should beat your ass." *Teru's hair: 150%* B: "HE'S A TREE!!!" At this point, I went upstairs to get a glass of water and to let the dog out, so I left her to watch on her own. I came back around the time that Shinji kept getting beat up. H: *enter room with dog and water* "What happened so far?" B: "Shinji's getting his ass beat." H: "Don't cuss." B: "But it's true." H: "Yeah..." B: "He deserves it." *Ritsu being a shit* B: "Is Dimple possessing him all the time?" H: "No, he's stressed so he's doing bad things." B: "Mob's gonna be sad." *Mob sees Ritsu in the alley* B: *glance excitedly between me and the screen* B: "NEXT EPISODE!!!!" H: *receives text from mother upstairs saying to go to sleep and that 'the kid' had better be in bed as well* H: "You gotta go to bed now." B: *takes my phone* *calls mom* B: *enter lengthy, heated debate over phone between mom and sis about whether or not she can watch the next episode* B: *loses argument, hangs up* H: "So?" B: "We're watching the next one after school tomorrow.”

Episode 8 (next day):

*Teru meets Mob and Tome on the bench* B: "Does Tome like Teru?" H: "No, why do you ask?" B: "I dunno." *Teru takes Mob to the alley* B: "Teru still looks like a tree." H: *laugh* "Yup." *Ritsu yelling at Mob to fight him* B: "Ritsu's being a jerk and needs to stop." H: "I agree." B: "He needs a Snickers.* H: *laugh* *Mob bowing to apologize to the delinquents for Ritsu* B: "Mob has a booty." H: "S T O P." B: "I'm kidding." H: "Thank the Lord." *Koyama on the rooftop talking to Sakurai* B: "I want his pants." H: "...why?" B: "They're really shiny." H: "Aight." *Ritsu gets attacked by Koyama* B: "IS RITSU DEAD?!" H: "No." *laugh* B: "I'd be dead." H: "Yeah, you definitely would." *sees half of Koyama's face (when he threatens the delinquents)* B: "Ew." *Koyama makes the delinquents grovel* B: "I wouldn't bow to him." H: "Really?" B: "Yeah, I'd rather die." H: "Holy shit calm down you’re only eleven." *Mob first attacks Koyama and slams him into the ground* B: "GET REKT SCRUB!!" *First half of the fight (before Mob goes 100%)* B: "The animation's really good, wow!" H: "Holy shit, I know right?" B: "Yeah, Mob's powers are really cool!" *Mob getting beat up* B: "STOP BEATING HIM UP!!" H: "..." B: "RITSU SAVE HIM!!" B: *cringing and hugging stomach whenever Mob gets hit* B: *various "ouch!" and "ooh!" exclamations whenever Mob's hit* *Mob hits 100% animosity* B: "Well his hair looks better now." H: *laugh* "Yeah." B: "He doesn't have a bowl cut anymore." H: "Oh, the bowl cut's still there, kiddo." B: "Oh, ok." *Mob 100% vs Koyama* B: "This is the coolest and most intense fight I've ever seen!" H: "Yeah, it won for best fight of 2016 on Crunchyroll." B: "It deserved to win!" *Dimple appears before going to find Teru* B: "DIMPLE!!!" H: *laugh* B: *SCREECH* *the delinquents cheering Mob on* B: "Those kids looks like adults." H: "Wow, you're right." B: "Are you sure they're middle schoolers?" H: "Yup." *Koyama knocks out Mob* B: "IS MOB DEAD?!" H: "HE'S NOT FUCKIN DEAD WHY IS THAT YOUR FIRST CONCLUSION EVERY TIME A CHARACTER GETS HURT?!" B: "WELL ANIME CHARACTERS DIE ALL THE TIME!" H: "You really shouldn't use Danganronpa and Attack on Titan as reference." *Reigen's aroma runaway express* B: "Reigen is me." H: "Nah, you're more like Ritsu." B: "But he's mean. H: "Not all the time. And you're mean sometimes as well." B: "I'll put juice in your fishtank." H: "Case in point." *Mob wakes up and Teru leans over him* B: "What if Teru's wig fell on Mob?" H: *hard laughter* B: "It would be like a haystack fell on his face." H: *LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY* B: "Shoof." H: *wHEEZE*

So all of this is unaltered from our original conversations and now she changed her phone, ipad and laptop backgrounds to Mob Psycho 100 wallpapers XD DISCLAIMER: We aren't violent towards each other, we just banter and shit lmao it's all in good fun. Also, these are her two favourite songs from the OST (Song 1 | Song 2)

[missmarthanightingale]

Snakes and Salamanders

The parking lot was unchanged.

It was a small space, only perhaps a hundred square metres. Loose gravel crunched under the wheels of the car, a familiar sound that Hannah had heard a thousand times before, but it was different here.  Everything became different here, became other, became more.

It occurred to Hannah that she hadn’t visited in far too long.

She turned the car off and sat, breathing, watching. Before her, on the other side of a sheet of glass, was a shivering mass of green leaves, clinging to tree branches all tangled up in one another.  Beyond those leaves were memories, carefully folded and packed away, from dozens and dozens of days spent within, laughing and learning and loving together.

She smiled and got out of the car.

The wall of leaves was thicker and taller than Hannah remembered, but of course, that’s what happens when you leave a place.  It changes.  It grows.  Some of it stays the same, though, because the gap in the wall, the beginning of the path, was exactly where it had always been.

Only a few steps along the path was an entirely different world, tinted green, teeming with life.  The trees here were so overgrown that the sky could hardly be seen, and the universe seemed to shrink down to just Hannah, walking along this narrow path which she knew better than even the house she’d grown up in.

There, on the left, a small clearing where, aged eight, they had hunted for blue-spotted salamanders.  Hannah stopped to overturn a rock and there they were, blue patches on black skin, scrambling away from the light.  It was easy to catch one, to hold it in her palm and smile down at the delicate critter. It seemed smaller than the ones she used to find, but that was just Hannah, really – a woman, now, with much bigger hands than the little girl she had been.

Further along the path, to the right, was the place where two awed ten-year-olds had stood and watched through their fingers as a pair of tiny chickadees flew rings around a much larger red-winged blackbird, trying to draw it away from their nest and somehow, miraculously, succeeding.

Then again, this had always been a place of unexpected happenings.

Near the end of the path, to the left, the trees thinned, and Hannah stepped straight into history. Scattered around were dozens of brilliantly bright birdhouses, elaborate wooden creations covered with names and fingerprints, each completely unique. Every one of them, Hannah knew, had been carefully crafted by thirteen-year-old hands, heedless of splinters and cuts and bruised thumbs.  One of them hung precariously from an astonishingly crooked branch, paint faded and peeling. Hannah traced the outlines of two handprints, one within the other.  They had spent hours on this, first in woodworking, then in art, and they had both felt a fierce pride when it was finished at last.

Hannah considered taking it down, bringing it home to be repainted, but in the end she left it be.

At the end of the path was a small pavilion, looking out onto the lake.  In the pavilion, sitting on one of the low benches, was a woman, spine straight and feet together, staring across the water at the opposite shore.

Grace.

Hannah moved forward and sat next to her.  Neither woman spoke, and they stared across the lake, silent, watching, listening.

They had sat like this so many times in their final years of school, simply existing together.  So many Saturdays had been spent here, in their own little world, eating picnic lunches and using the benches as desks to do their homework on. So many hours had been whiled away, spent chattering excitedly about anything and everything discussing the future and making grand plans, utterly certain that their paths lay parallel.

Now here they were again, silent, changed in ways they couldn’t have imagined, more different from their former selves than they could ever have dreamed.

Things weren’t that different, though.  Hannah still broke first.

“It’s the wrong season for painted turtles,” she said, a painfully inane comment to be the first words spoken aloud between the two of them in nearly seven years.  Still, it made Grace smile, so Hannah continued.

“The salamanders are doing alright, though, and I think I saw a few garter snakes in the –“

“I didn’t come here for salamanders,” Grace interrupted, as honest and abrupt as she’d ever been.  She turned her head to look at Hannah, eyes clear and open and only a little bit afraid.  “Did you?”

“No.”

There was silence again, heavier than before, but it didn’t last long.

“Do you remember,” Grace began, and Hannah snorted because Grace used to roll her eyes at anyone who started a sentence with that.

“Shut up.  Do you remember what happened on that rock?”

Grace pointed.  Hannah looked.

“A lot of things happened on that rock.”

“But you know what I’m talking about.”

She did.  At fifteen they had clambered out of the lake, dripping wet, turning pale grey stone dark beneath them.  They had stretched themselves out, eyes closed, newly long limbs soaking up the sun’s warmth.

Later, when darkness had interrupted the red haze of eyelids shut against brilliant sunlight, Hannah had looked up to see Grace’s face hovering above her own, uncharacteristically nervous.  Then Grace had leaned down to press their mouths together.

It had been a strange kiss, clumsy and awkward, closed lips and uncertain hands brushing over shoulders, neck and hips.  Neither of them had quite known what to do.

But they had learned.

“How’s Tony?”

“No longer my boyfriend,” Grace answered, accepting the change of subject with ease, apparently content to let it go.  “Turns out he couldn’t handle my liking girls as well as boys. Asshole.”

Hannah made a sympathetic sound, and Grace sighed.

“I would fall for an idiot who can’t wrap his mind around the concept of bisexuality.”

She looked so exhausted.

It was hard to tell which of them was more surprised when Hannah covered Grace’s hand with her own.  Grace reacted first, her hand shifting, turning, her fingers lacing through Hannah’s.  They fit together perfectly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your wedding.”

A tired smile flickered across Hannah’s lips.  “You were building a school in Indonesia,” she said. “It’s a pretty good excuse.”

“I should have been here.”

There was a lull, a stillness, unspoken words hanging heavy between them.

“Where did we go wrong?” Grace wondered.  That was another phrase that she used to laugh at, but Hannah didn’t laugh this time.

“I’m not sure we did,” she said thoughtfully.

“So you and I just weren’t meant to be?”  Grace’s voice was light, her tone humorous, but Hannah could hear the hurt behind the words.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“So what did you mean?”

Hannah paused, considered.

“I think,” she said carefully, “that I would not be the person I am today if I hadn’t loved you. But … I wouldn’t be the person I am if I hadn’t married Claire, either.”

“So we were meant to be. We just weren’t meant to last.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I don’t know!”

The exclamation seemed very loud in the quiet air. Hannah winced. Grace laughed.

“It’s okay.”  She sounded sad.  “We were just kids.  It was never going to last.”

Hannah couldn’t look at her.

“It hurts, though.  When there’s this person who you’ve known forever, who you think you know better than you know yourself, until one day you look at them and you realise …”

Hannah closed her eyes and squeezed Grace’s hand.

“You realise that you don’t quite know them anymore,” Grace finished, and then they were both struggling to hold back tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to your wedding.  I just wasn’t sure if I could watch you be happy with someone else.”

“What about now?” Hannah asked, voice cracking.  “Can you manage it now?”

She untangled their hands, these hands that had built that beautiful birdhouse together, and she turned her whole body towards Grace.

“You were my friend before you were anything else. Can I have my friend back?”

Grace didn’t answer.  Hannah rested her forehead on the other woman’s shoulder.

“Do you remember what happened on that rock?” she asked, voice muffled.

“A lot of things happened on that rock.”

“There was a garter snake in the grass.  I was scared of it, but you weren’t.  You wanted to get closer.  I thought it would bolt, or try to bite you –“

“– garter snakes don’t bite, Hannah –“

“– but it didn’t.  It let you come right up to it.  It even let you pick it up.  I started calling you the snake-charmer.  And when I told them what had happened, everyone else started using it too.”

“I remember.”

“I wonder if you’ve still got it?”  Hannah’s eyes glinted, but Grace didn’t see it.

“I have absolutely still got it!”  The indignant tone was a familiar sound that Hannah had heard a thousand times before, but it was different now.  Voice deeper, words rounder, everything was different.  But not that different.

Hannah lifted her head.

“I think you’re going to have to prove it, snake-charmer. I’m sure I saw some garter snakes in the grass over there.”

Grace jumped to her feet, and Hannah smiled.