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yikesharringrove · 5 years ago

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i’m sorry that you’re having a rough time. if you need to talk my ask is always open! 💜 something I haven’t really seen in the harringrove fandom is a bookstore aus. do you have any head cannons for that? or maybe you could write something? i can see billy being a pretentious, flirty sometimes grumpy bookstore owner who is simultaneously annoyed and charmed by clueless steve who is obvi not a reader, but keeps coming in. Billy’s clueless why the pretty keeps coming in. robin is not clueless!

(ao3)

“Fuck.”

Billy shook out his hand, just dropped a large box of books on his fingers.

“Dumbass.” Robin was perched at the counter, leafing lazily through some indie zine her friends made.

“You know you could, like, help.” Billy shot her a glare as she rolled her eyes, leaving him and his smushed little hand to shelve the new stock.

“No point in that, Boss.” Billy just kept sorting maneuvering himself through the narrow shelves to sort the new arrivals.

His bookshop had been open for about a month, and was doing well. He had a little cafe in the back corner, run by Heather and her baked goods. There was a second level to the shop he filled with squashy armchairs, and little tables. It had become a fairly popular spot with the kids from the local university as they studied, or avoided their studies with the books he had on the first level.

He had new and used books, had a trade-in program with book donations. It was warm in the little shop, sweet and cozy.

The bell above the door chimed.

“Hi, I was looking for Groundwork of the Metaphysic of Morals by Immanuel Kant.”

“You can find Billy, he’s in the stacks over there, and he should be able to help you better than I can.” Billy rolled his eyes, could hear the smile in her voice. He kept shelving, could hear the light footsteps approaching.

“Um, excuse me, I was told you can help?” Billy looked up, his breath hitching when he saw the guy. He was tall and lanky, slouching like he wanted to be small. He had all this messy brown hair, these big dark eyes behind his glasses.

“Kant, right?”

“Yep!”

“This is a good one. Have you read the Critique of Pure Reason? That book was pretty big for me, his thoughts on causation in relationship to time and experience were so new to me first time I read it.”

“Oh, it’s uh, it’s actually for a class. I’m not any good at this philosophy stuff.” Billy just smiled weekly. This guy was almost fucking perfect. He wandered over a few stacks to search.

“You at the university?”

“Yeah, I’m a senior. Just finishing up my generals and everything so I can graduate. I’m studying to be a teacher. Sorry, you probably don’t give a shit.” He had red splotches high on his cheeks.

“No, I always love talkin’ with new folks.” He smiled gently at the guy, reaching up for the book. “Immanuel Kant. Robin up front’ll take care ‘a you.” The guy fidgeted for a second, taking the book slowly.

“Thank you, I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Billy.” Steve waved at him, awkwardly and adorably.

Steve began coming in just about every other day.

He would say an awkward hello to Billy, would be all fidgety and weird, and retreat to the comfy second floor with a large iced latte, face red, mumbling to himself.

“He has a crush on you.” Robin was poking him over the counter. Steve had just high-tailed it up to work on his schoolwork after asking Billy how he was and looking so fond when Billy just said not so bad.

“Shut up, Rob.”

“He does. He’s in here almost every day, and gets so fucking nervous when talking to you. He wants to date you and kiss you.” She sang it at him, wiggling around a bit.

“Jesus Christ, Robin, he doesn’t. He’s a paying customer.”

“A paying customer that gets all cute and blushy when you two talk, and who never says more than three words to me.” Billy rolled his eyes, retreating to the back office.

She followed him, stomping loudly.

“At least admit you think he’s cute.”

“He’s fuckin’ adorable, but he said he’s not a big reader, and when I started talkin’ about Kant philosophies, his eyes got all big like that shit went way over his head. I don’t think we’d work out.”

“Just because someone doesn’t read and-slash-or comprehend eighteenth century philosophy, doesn’t make them not worthwhile.”

“It’s kind of a deal breaker for me, Rob.” She glared at him.

“You are so pretentious. He’s cute, and he seems sweet, what does it matter?”

“I just like intellectual types.”

“I fucking hate you.” She huffed, stomping back out into the shop.

“What in the hell?” Billy was up on the second floor, cleaning up the discarded coffee mugs and books left behind before closing. He heard muttering from the corner, looking to see Steve, tucked in a large armchair, frowning heavily at the book propped in his lap, something thick and heavy, probably for that philosophy class he’s been trudging through.

“You okay, Pretty Boy.” Steve slammed the book shut.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He began shoving his school work away, stuffing it roughly into his bag.

“Hey, whoa.” Billy plopped down across from him, taking one of Steve’s wrists in his own. “What’s wrong?” Steve whipped off his glasses, digging his thumbs into his eyes.

“It’s just been a long day, and my dyslexia gets so much worse when I’m tired, but this midterm is tomorrow and I need to study.”

“I didn’t know you were dyslexic.”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot my button that says I’m dyslexic, ask me how!” Billy sat back, one eyebrow raised. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired. And my brain hurts.”

“You know we have audiobooks. There’s a whole selection in the back downstairs.” Steve looked up at him.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah. We have tapes and CDs. Have a bunch of random stuff. You wanna take a look through it all?” Steve’s eyes were wide. He shoved his glasses back on, following Billy to the display.

They were sitting on the ground, going through the selection Billy had, Steve had found two of the books he needed for his philosophy class.

“Billy I’m heading out-” Robin stopped when she saw the two of them, sitting in a sea of tapes and CDs. “You do know we closed, like half an hour ago.”

“Holy shit. Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me to go! I would’ve gotten outta your hair.”

“Relax, Pretty Boy. I don’t mind stickin’ around. Don’t got much else goin’ on.” Robin was watching them with a smug look on her face, sitting in one hip.

“No I have to, I should go. I’ll, um, I’ll come back for these tomorrow.” He pressed the few he had selected into Billy’s hand, gripping his upper arm. “Thank you, Billy. It really means a lot to me.” He gave him a sweet smile, threw Robin a two-finger salute as he hefted his backpack, leaving the shop with a jingle.

Robin slapped Billy’s arm.

“He’s so hot for you, and you’re practically in love with him too, this is disgusting and gay.”

“Robin no homophobia in my store, please.” She laughed at him as they locked up, Billy cleaning up the mess of audiobooks.

“Hi, I brought you this.” Steve was wearing a soft sweater under a pair of overalls. He looked so soft and Billy wanted to cuddle him.

He was currently pushing a plastic container full of chocolate chip cookies over the counter.

“I wanted to say thank you for helping me last night, and I know there’s straight up a cafe that sells these in the back, and you could probably eat as many as you like because you own the whole place, but I thought it’d be nice and I bake when I’m stressed and ramble when I’m nervous, if you couldn’t already tell, but you’re really nice and I just wanted to do something nice for you, and I’m gonna shut the fuck up if you don’t mind.” He was bright red, his eyes darting around the shop, looking everywhere but at Billy.

“Thank you, Sweet Thing.” He took a cookie, taking a big bite out of it. “And I got your audiobooks on hold.” Steve giggled when Billy talked with his mouth full of cookie, rifling through his wallet to get cash for the CDs. “Your midterm was today, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I, you remembered.”

“You told me last night.” Steve shrugged.

“Sometimes people kinda tune me out.” Billy frowned, opened his mouth to say something in rebuttle but Steve plowed on. “I had the test today. I think it was okay, but it always goes either way with me. Sometimes I feel super good about it afterwards, but then I’ll straight up fail and sometimes it goes the other way, so I’m hoping ambivalence is key.”

“I think that sounds like a valid plan. Just keep your mind off it.”

“You read anything good lately.” Billy just gave him a look.

“Take in where we are, then get back to me.”

“I mean, you probably read a lot, but have you read anything good lately?”

“Define good.” Steve shrugged. One of the straps on his overalls fell off his shoulder. It was so cute.

“Like, engaging content.”

“That’s a pretty low bar.”

“Well, I know you probably read like, super smart stuff that goes way over my head. If we were talking about novels I would say, engaging plot, interesting rounded characters, all that shit, but you probably read, like, I don’t even fucking know.”

“I’m gonna let you in on my best kept secret.” He leaned into the counter a little. Steve’s eyes were bright as he leaned over the counter, shoving his nose right into Billy’s space. “I’m a sucker for classics.” Steve had this cute little half smile on his face.

“Like, Moby Dick?”

“Jesus, no. Nobody actually likes that book. I mean like, Pride & Prejudice and Emma and Wuthering Heights and Don Quixote.”

“I think I’ve heard of like, two of those.” He gasped a little, his eyebrows going up. “I have an idea! Would you recommend me audio books? Of all your favorites? I want to be able to like, talk about them with you.” His eyes were shining and bright, so excited to share these books with Billy, these books that mean the world to Billy.

“Sure thing, Pretty Boy. I’ll pick a new one out for you every week or so.” Steve hoped from foot to foot, wiggling and excited.

“I wanna do that! WE can have our own little bookclub. It’ll be so fun, we can like talk about your favorite books, and I’ll actually get it because I won’t have to be, like, translating the fucking wiggly words.” He was crackling with energy over this idea, it was making Billy excited.

And then Steve’s phone started going off in the chest pocket of the overalls. When he took it out Billy caught a glimpse of the name Nance.

“Sorry, this is my ex-girlfriend.” He smiled at Billy who’s heart dropped. “But I’ll be back tomorrow, if you wanna have a book ready for me!” He pushed the cookies closer to Billy with a Look, answering the phone as he awkwardly pushed open the door with his back, and a little hey, Nance!

“How was your boyfriend today?”

“Straight. He’s fucking straight.” Robin furrowed her brows.

“Sorry, there’s no way that boy is completely straight.”

“He got a call from his ex-girlfriend. He’s fucking straight, and we’re gonna start a stupid bookclub thing because he wants to read my favorite books and he’s fucking straight.” Billy shoved the cookies away from him, taking up on of the heavy boxes of book donations, heaving it to be shelved.

Robin followed him to the stacks.

“Just because he had an ex-girlfriend doesn’t mean he’s straight, Billy. He could be bi, or pan, or fluid, or literally anything.” Billy just ignored he, kept shoving the new arrivals away. She sighed at his back. “Okay, asshole. Give him some queer book, like Orlando and see what he says about it.” Robin tromped away when Billy refused to answer.

Steve tripped on the door frame the next day.

He spilled out hard on the floor, smacking his chin and spilling paper. It was so fucking funny, but Billy stifled his laugh, and helped Steve up. His face was red, the flush spreading down his neck.

He took one look at Billy when he stood up, and walked right back out the door.

He gathered up the courage to come back in three days later.

“Watch yourself there, Pretty Boy.” Steve’s face went hot again.

“I’m so sorry about that. I was so fucking embarrassed, I had to go have a panic attack for like, six hours after that.” He gave a shaky little laugh. “I believe I was promised an audiobook?” Billy took it out from under the counter.

“Maurice, by E.M. Forster. It’s a gay classic about coming of age, and having to live in the closet, and being in love. It’s excellent.”

“Sounds like my fuckin’ life.” Billy stared as Steve just read the snippet on the back of the box.

“You gay?”

“Pan.” Steve said it easily, didn’t even look up from reading the box. Billy can hear Robin gloating in his head, saying that she’s right.

“Cool.” Steve gave him a weird look.

“You’re being weird.” Billy shrugged. Steve glanced at the large pride flag hanging in the window of the store, looking back at Billy with one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I’m a big ol’ homo. I’m really not being weird. I just didn’t know.” Steve reached out to push his shoulder.

“I’m kidding, Bill! Quit bein’ so grumpy.” Billy couldn’t help but smile when Steve was looking at him like that, was giggling at him like that.

When Steve finished the audiobook, they talked about it over hot tea after closing.

That became their ritual, Steve would get a book recommendation, would finish it in about four days, he’d stay after closing an they’d talk. The next day, he’d get a new one.

They began talking about more than just the books.

Steve was an incredibly easy person to talk to. Something about his big eyes made Billy want to open, to share his past.

He told Steve about his dad, just the tip of the iceberg, just the basic he’s a homophobic asshole. But then Steve told him he’d been kicked out of his house at eighteen, so Billy told him his father was physically abusive, and before he fucking knew it, they were both tearing up and connecting.

“Who’re you texting?” Robin snatched his phone, dancing out of his reach as she scrolled through the texts between him and Steve. “Oh my God, are you sure you two aren’t dating.” He ripped his phone out of her hands.

“Shut up, Robin.” He stormed to the back office, his refuge whenever Robin started bugging him.

“No. You two have been doing this dance for months. You two have your own special bookclub. You need to ask him out.”

“I just don’t wanna assume anything and fuck up this friendship. I don’t have very many friends, and i don’t wanna lose him. Just because he’s into guys doesn’t mean he’s into me.”

“Billy you’re hot. And me, a whole lesbian, telling you that means it’s true. I’ve seen the way he is around you. Remember when he fucking fell and had to leave immediately? He’s so hot for you and nervous rambles all the time. If you asked him out he would say yes.”

But Billy never actually got a chance to ask him out.

The same night Robin was bugging him Steve came slamming roughly into the shop.

“You okay?” Steve was quiet, something Billy had never seen in him.

“Just a bad day.” He sipped at the tea Billy had placed in front of him.

“You wanna talk about it?” Billy said at the exact same moment Steve looked right at Billy as said.

“You wanna go on a date with me?”

“Sorry, what did-” Billy ears were ringing.

“No, I didn’t say anything.” Steve was looking everywhere but Billy.

“No you asked me out.” He took a breath.

“Look, I really like you. Like a whole lot. And today was shit and the whole time I just kept thinking about how I wanted to see you, and talk to you about it, and I knew just walking in here and looking at you would make the whole awful day that much fucking better and I just wanna go on a date. With you.”

Billy’s mouth was open.

“Holy shit.” Steve was steadily going even more red.

“I’m sorry if I just fucked up this whole thing we had goin’ on-”

“No, I wanna go out with you. I really like you too.” Steve was still, and then he started wiggling, that excited little side to side he does.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Steve stood up, shaking and wiggling in the cutest little happy dance Billy has ever fucking seen.

“Oh my God. I’ve wanted to ask you out for like, months. I’m so excited.” He flopped back into his seat. “Okay but first, Animal Farm. I think the pig’s an asshole.”

Billy leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek.

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emmettspeakz · 5 years ago

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anything involving jealous/territorial eddie would be amazing

You got it anon! Thank you so much for the request! This was so much fun to write :)

Summary: Eddie and Richie are going out to a gay bar for Richie’s first birthday since he came out. Eddie gets jealous of a guy flirting with Richie, they talk, talk of feelings and lots of fluff ensues.

Eddie was never much of a drinker. But Richie had convinced him to go out. Afterall, it was a gay bar for Richie’s birthday. They should celebrate Richie’s belated start to gay self-acceptance. And Eddie was happy for him, he was, he just wasn’t a fan of drunk Richie or really drinking at bars in general. Eddie believed they could have fun at the bar by dancing and not drinking, but God bless him Eddie Kaspbrak was in love with an partier.

“You ready Eds?”

Eddie walked into the bathroom to see his boyfriend futzing with his spikey, jet-black hair. Eddie watched him quietly, grinning. He could never get his part right. But it didn’t matter. Eddie loved his hair and face no matter what he looked like. Richie caught him staring and chuckled, looking back at him through the mirror.

“What?” He asked Eddie.

“No, it’s, nothing, okay? It’s nothing.”

“Eds?” Riche turned to face Eddie and raised his eyebrows, sounding unconvinced.

“Just--you’re cute’s all.” Eddie replied shyly.

“Not as cute as you.” Richie responded, without skipping a beat. It surprised Eddie to see Richie being so flirty. He must be excited to go out. Maybe they’d do this again for Eddie’s birthday next month. Eddie stifled a sigh. Going out really wasn’t his thing, but he knew he could at least tolerate it to make his boyfriend happy.

“Ready to go Eddie?”

Eddie jumped, having been lost in his own thoughts.

“Y-Yeah. Coming.”

He grabbed his jacket off the hook and headed out to the taxi behind Richie, closing the front door of their home behind them. The night air was cold and crisp, making Eddie thank his lucky stars he’d decided to shower three hours ago instead of thirty minutes ago, as he’d be freezing his face off right now if his hair was still soaked.

In the car, Richie reached across his seat and grabbed ahold of Eddie’s hand, clutching it tight and rubbing at his knuckles comfortingly. The two always wanted to be close to each other, but both refused to sit in the middle seat, too stubborn to back down from claiming a window. Eddie because he sometimes got car sick and Richie just loved the competition of it, so this was their compromise. Sometimes Eddie would reach his hand over first and nussel it into Richie’s neck, resulting in a few gasping whines from Eddie’s cold hands. Eddie’s hands were always cold and Richie’s neck was always warm, for some reason. So they would always do this sort of thing with the other. It was their thing.

When they got to the bar, Eddie got out first, holding his hand out for his boyfriend.

“For you sir,” He said, bowing his head. The taxi driver didn’t seem to acknowledge them as they paid and left to enter the bar. Eddie barely cared, if he did at all. This night was all about Richie.

It was only 8:30 but the bar was already pretty crowded. The tables were moved aside for the part of the bar they used for a club scene, so people could get their dancing fix. Eddie wondered if Richie would be dancing tonight. He was a great dancer, but he was shy about it so he had to get a bit drunk for him to feel comfortable enough to dance around a bunch of strangers.

“Hey there.”

Eddie felt a pat on his shoulder and turned to face a tall, bearded man who seemed to be looking over.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, his voice sultry.

“N-No thanks,” Eddie said bluntly. “I’m actually here with my boyfriend.”

He motioned to where Richie sat at the bar, not realizing until now that he had started laughing hysterically, surrounded by women and downing shots like they were water.

“He doesn’t seem to care for you, hun.” The bearded man replied low in Eddie’s ear.

“Thanks for your opinion that I didn’t ask for. I’m good here, I don’t drink.”

“Suit yourself,” The man said, shrugging. “Your boyfriend’s a lucky dude.”

After that exchange, Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of RIchie. Riche was a gay man, surrounded by women so Eddie wasn’t threatened, no not at all. Until a tall, handsome man started chatting Richie up. He was touching Richie’s arms and saying stuff in his ear that Eddie couldn’t hear over the roar of the bar scene, but he assumed they were flirty. Eddie was about to go over there and say something, but he stopped himself. Richie was his and he was Richie’s, but they weren’t each other’s property. So why was Eddie’s stomach and face getting so warm? He wasn’t even drinking. Richie wasn’t sober enough to register that he was being flirting with.

Eddie shook his head. Richie was allowed to talk to other guys. Just not guys that were that attractive and flirty and made Richie laugh non-stop...

Before he could stop himself, Eddie was rushing over to the bar where Richie and the guy were talking. Talking, laughing, drinking...

Maybe Richie would be better off with this guy. A guy who Richie could party with and make him laugh...

“Any reason you’re all over my boyfriend?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. They sounded high-pitched and Eddie’s pained.

“Whoa, sorry, didn’t know he was spoken for,” The handsome guy grinned over at Richie. “Catch me sometime when you’re over this short one.”

“Fuck off.” Eddie growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“With pleasure.”

“You tell him Edward!” Richie was laughing before he took another shot.

“What were you doing with him Rich?” Eddie’s voice was strained, like he was forcing back tears.

“Oh relax, Eds. He was just buying me drinks ‘cause I said it was my birthday.”

“You’re so clueless, Richie. He was flirting with you!”

“Really? So what?”

“Did you tell him you weren’t single?”

“I-”

“You know what? Screw you Richie Tozier.” Eddie pushed past the other patrons in the bar and shoved the door open and went out into the cold.

He was so stupid! Why did they go to a gay bar? Richie was a catch, of course guys would be all over him. He was going to realize he wasn’t good enough for him and then leave him. He couldn’t handle the idea of not having Richie in his life, but he supposed he needed Richie in his life more than Richie needed him in his.

“Eds.”

Eddie could hear Riching coming up behind him, but he didn’t dare turn around to face him. His face was filling with tears, and he didn’t want Richie to seem him like that, vulnerable and upset.

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie said instead.

“Okay. Sorry.” Richie’s voice sounded genuinely apologetic and less slurry than before. How long had Eddie been out there? He felt so cold. Maybe by now Richie had sobered up a bit since Eddie had left the bar.

“Come on Eddie. Come back inside. It’s freezing out here.”

“Then go back inside, with your other boyfriend.”

“What? Eddie there’s no--”

“Stop! Just stop okay? I know I’m not good enough for you so just--why don’t you just get it over with already and break up with me?!”

Richie’s whole body started to shake; Even not facing Eddie he could tell that to be true.

“You want to break up with me?”Richie asked, clearly crying.

“No, that’s just what you want.”Eddie said, still refusing to look at Richie.

“What? What gave you that idea?”Richie demanded, sniffling.

“All those girls, that guy. You’re better than me. You deserve better than me.”Eddie was full on crying now.

“It’s not about ‘deserve’, first of all. Eds, I chose you. I’ll always choose you. I’ve loved you since we were kids, remember? That hasn’t changed. It won’t ever change. I’m sorry I made you think that wasn’t the case. I was drunk and being stupid, okay? I didn’t mean any of that. Please, you have to believe me. It wasn’t like that. I didn’t realize he was flirting with me. You know me, man. I’m so new at all this. I’m oblivious when it comes to this stuff. My gaydar fucking sucks. I promise you’re the only one for me. So please, just-please just come inside with me.”

Maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was that Eddie believed Richie was speaking genuinely, maybe both Eddie didn’t know. But every fiber in his being forced him to go to Richie. In one motion and rushed toward Richie, grabbing him in a huge hug, squeezing his torso tightly toward him, his face in Richie’s chest. Eddie held him close, not daring to let go. His hands came up on either side of his face, holding his cheeks down a bit so he could reach up and kiss Richie. His mouth and body were so warm and Eddie found himself wanting to envelop himself in his boyfriend’s warmth forever.

“God,” Eddie sobbed after moving his head into Richie’s neck. “I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I was so jealous. I love you so much Rich.”

Richie smiled down at his cute boyfriend.

“I love you too, Eds. God I love you so much Eddie.”

(Thank you so much for your request

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ghostking-wenning · 5 years ago

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Radishes, Chapter 2

chapter 2 babeyyy let’s party! I promise we’ll get to the actual plot soon lol

2200 words, Rated G, NingXian, modern au, farmer’s market au, gay disaster flirting, romcom? I guess?

Qionglin carefully stacked the produce crates in the trunk of his hatchback. It had been his sister Qing’s when she was in high school, but she passed it on to him when she moved to the city for university. It had been old then, and it was pretty shabby by now, but it got Qionglin from point A to point B, so he wasn’t complaining. He liked it better than the huge, noisy farm truck, anyway. That thing had the turning radius of a steam engine, and when it was cold and wet like today, the brakes made a hideous screeching sound that Qionglin could feel in his teeth. He’d considered driving that old monstrosity today, as he found himself once again laden with radishes. Luckily, through sheer stubbornness and a little clever maneuvering, he managed to fit it all in his car.

The drive to the city was peaceful, if a little boring. But Qionglin liked driving. In the car, he was finally, truly alone. He could sing along to the radio, and laugh aloud at the DJ’s corny jokes without fear of being seen or judged, or worse. When he was in school, he’d been bullied constantly. He had been tall and gangly, all limbs and very little grace; coupled with his stutter, his shyness, and his below-average grades, he was the perfect target. He’d had to learn to keep his head down, keep a straight face, keep quiet to avoid torment. Several years and lots of therapy later, he still struggled to express himself and be open with others, even his family. Slow progress is still progress, he reminded himself.

It had started to rain in earnest by the time he pulled into the market plaza. Working quickly, he pitched the canopy and unloaded the car. He had almost blissfully forgotten about all the radishes, until he was stacking them on the table again. Qionglin had always thought of himself as a patient, tolerant person-- a pushover, his sister would say-- but these radishes were really starting to get on his nerves. At least he could be sure they were the tastiest damn radishes in this whole market.

He finished setting up, and surveyed the rest of the market. Usually more of the vendors were set up by now, but perhaps they’d been delayed by the weather. It looked like it would be a slow day today. He sighed and sat in his folding chair, and watched as the market plaza slowly came to life. Nearly an hour passed before the first customers arrived to mill about the stalls, contemplating heirloom vegetables and artisanal soaps. After a few more hours, Qionglin happily tidied the stack of bills in his cashbox. For all his awkwardness, he had no trouble selling his produce. His vegetables were one of the few things he was proud of, and thus one of the few things he could talk about easily.

But frankly, the produce spoke for itself. He had several regulars already who kept coming back for his peas and cabbages and whatnot. Even the radishes were popular, but they were so large, most people only bought a few at a time. The pile of them loomed quietly beside him. He pointedly avoided looking at them, and instead indulged in a little people-watching between customers. He spotted a teenager wearing a studded jacket and black boots, and was suddenly reminded of the handsome stranger he’d met the week before. Wei Wuxian... It wasn’t the first time he’d thought of that chance encounter in the last few days; he’d made such a fool of himself it was hard to forget. He’d also had trouble forgetting that incredible smile. He did say he was coming again this week… so I guess I can’t have screwed up too bad.

When he took a break for lunch, he texted Qing. Just a quick “Hey how are you?” that she was probably too busy to answer right now. He thought about going to visit her when he was done for the day, but eventually decided against it. Qing didn’t care for surprise visits, she insisted on having a routine.

He and Qing had been inseparable as children. After their parents passed, they were taken in by their grandparents out in the countryside. It had taken them both a long time to adjust, but it had been much harder on Qing. She never quite took to living in the country as well as Qionglin had.

When she graduated high school, she’d considered taking a year off before university, but Qionglin wouldn’t hear of it. He knew she was worried about him, knew she didn’t want to leave him behind, and he didn’t really want her to, either... but he couldn’t stand the thought of her putting her dreams on hold for him. He insisted he didn’t need her to protect him anymore, that her happiness was more important. They had fought about it all summer, but in the end, Qing relented. The day she left for the city, they both cried for hours. It was a bitter memory, but Qionglin chuckled a little thinking about it. It had been one of the first fights he’d ever won. One of the only ones.

He texted Qing again: “Miss you. Call me soon?” She didn’t answer. He would just have to wait until their next scheduled video chat. Qionglin sighed as he put away his lunch box and turned his attention back to the market. He busied himself tidying baskets of potatoes and bundles of herbs. The crowd was thinning now, and the rain was still pouring. Qionglin didn’t mind the rain, but it did sometimes steer his thoughts toward melancholy and a sad kind of wistfulness. He was so used to being on his own that he didn’t register the feeling as loneliness. He sighed again. I should do something fun tonight. Maybe I’ll bake something. That should cheer me up.

“Hey, Farmer Wen!” A cheerful voice shook him from his reverie. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Qionglin jumped. He turned to see Wei Wuxian strolling breezily into his market tent. Oh no, Qionglin thought, as if part of him hadn’t been looking forward to this exact moment for the better part of an hour. Wuxian lowered the hood of his jacket and swept his long hair forward. Today he wore it in a loose braid, revealing a streak of red that Qionglin hadn’t noticed before. His clothes were damp from the rain, but he seemed elegantly unbothered. Somehow, even a worn knit sweater and faded jeans looked like high fashion on him. Oh no.

“Oops,” Wuxian said, stifling a little laugh, “Looks like I startled you this time.”

“H… um, h-- h--” Qionglin cursed himself for getting stuck on the very first word. He shut his eyes and took a breath. It’s fine, don’t panic! Just pick a new word... Wuxian was patient as Qionglin collected himself.

“… Greetings!” He finally said. Great choice, dork.

“How have you been?” Wuxian asked, idly picking up a head of cabbage and turning it over in his hands. He still wore his silver skull ring and woven bracelet, but today he had added several more rings, thinner and daintier than the skull.

“Uh… me? I’ve been fine I guess. S-same as ever. What about you?” He wished he’d had something more to say, but it wasn’t like he got up to much outside of work. Wuxian didn’t seem like he’d be interested in things like tree grafts and crop rotation. Quinglin had hobbies, he supposed; he liked archery and cooking, but he hadn’t had time for archery lately, and cooking was more of a necessity than a hobby. Nothing special.

“Fine, you guess? Huh.” Wuxian mulled over his bland response, eyebrows knitted together slightly like he was dissatisfied somehow. For a moment Qionglin worried he’d press the issue and he’d have to reveal just how boring he was. Thankfully, Wuxian had already moved on.

“I’ve been doing great, myself!” He said, casually circling the table between them. “Had a pretty good week, y’know? Finished a big commission, had dinner with my sister, met someone... interesting.” He glanced sidelong at Qionglin and watched him completely miss the hint. With a sly little smile, he added, “And I’ve got a show coming up, so that’ll be fun.”

“Oh, that all sounds nice... What kind of show are you going to?” Qionglin asked, clueless, but politely interested.

“A rock concert,” Wuxian answered vaguely, picking up a long stick of burdock and twirling it in his fingers.

“Cool!” Qionglin said, sincerely and maybe a little loudly. His anxiety gave way to eager curiosity. “I like music. Haha, of course I do, who doesn’t like music?” He caught himself before he could start rambling. Focus! “Who-- uh, who’s playing?”

“I am.” With a hand on his hip, head held high and an effortlessly confident smirk playing across his lips, he was the very picture of coolness to Qionglin.

“Whoa! Really?” Qionglin’s face lit up. “I should’ve guessed you were a rockstar! Now that I think of it, you totally look like one…” He hadn’t meant to say that last part aloud, but before he could panic about it, Wuxian’s expression melted into a bashful, yet somehow radiant grin. In an instant he’d gone from incredibly cool to unbelievably cute. If Qionglin wasn’t blushing wildly before, he definitely was now. Oh no, he thought again. I’m doomed.

“Wha-- You really think so?” He asked, clearly flustered by the praise. His silvery eyes glittered.

It was too late to take it back, Qionglin had to commit. “Um, well, yeah! With the long hair and the piercing and the stylish clothes and all…” He fidgeted a little, worrying at the hem of his sleeve. Is this… flirting? Am I doing it right?

“Wow, thank you! That’s really sweet of you to say,” Wuxian beamed. “I, uh, I’m afraid I might’ve oversold it already though… My band isn’t exactly famous or anything. We mostly play clubs and stuff. Rockstar might be too strong a word.” He said, self-effacingly.

“S-still! It’s cool that you’re in a band. What do you play?” Qionglin asked, still gazing admiringly.

“I’m the lead singer, but I also play guitar and sometimes keyboard. I play flute too, but that’s not very punk-rock, you know?” Wuxian laughed. “Do you play anything? Or sing?”

Qionglin laughed too, a little bitterly. “Only when I’m alone in the car. I think I’d die of embarrassment if anyone ever heard me… I uh, tried to learn violin when I was in school, but I was terrible. I couldn’t get the hang of sheet music either. I can’t even imagine being on a stage...” He shuffled his feet on the ground, and finally managed to tear his eyes away from Wuxian. He remembered how frustrating music had been, how the notes and lines seemed to swim across the page, jumbling into meaningless noise. They might as well have been hieroglyphs, for all the sense they made to him. Thinking about it too hard would give him a headache.

“Hmm,” Wei Wuxian said, pulling Qionglin back into the present. He didn’t say anything for a while, just looked at Qionglin appraisingly. “Well, you’re definitely handsome enough to be on stage. Might look better with your hair up though, so people can see your cute face.” He fished around in his pockets for a minute, totally oblivious to Qionglin’s thunderstruck expression. “Ah!” He said at last. “Here.” He offered Qionglin a red hair tie.

Qionglin could only stare, still trying to process what he’d just heard. Suddenly, it dawned on him that he might’ve been the interesting someone Wuxian had mentioned meeting. After what felt like several whole minutes, he took the hair tie, and tried to ignore the quiet frisson he felt as their fingers just barely brushed together. His internal monologue was reduced to incoherent screaming.

“Thank you…” he finally forced out. “I don’t think… anyone’s ever called me uh, that before…” he mused. Clumsily, he gathered the top layer of his hair back into a short half-ponytail. “Um… H-- how’s that?” His voice was so quiet he barely heard himself. Or maybe it was just drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

“Well, I can’t tell when you look at the ground like that!” Wuxian chuckled. Qionglin looked up at him, but couldn’t meet his eyes. He opted to focus on his silver piercing instead, then panicked when his eyes wandered to Wuxian’s lips. He dropped his gaze to the collar of his jacket. Wuxian examined him for another drawn-out moment. Qionglin briefly wondered if anyone had ever actually died of embarrassment or if he’d be the first. He nibbled on his lower lip, trying to think of what to say next, but his head was full of static.

Thankfully he didn’t have to think too hard. “Hm, yep. Much better. Red’s a good color on you.” Wuxian said decisively. He finally looked away, and even he looked a little sheepish now. “I uh… guess I should actually do my shopping now, huh?” He cleared his throat and turned to look through the vegetables.

“Mn…” Qionglin answered. He shuffled back behind his counter and sat, still a little dazed. A couple minutes later, Wuxian plunked his picks on the counter. He paid and tucked his veggies into his backpack, the silence stretching between them.

Under the table, Qionglin clenched his fists on his lap. Just go for it! Say something! Taking a deep breath to strengthen his resolve, Qionglin looked back up at him, green eyes meeting silver. He could swear Wuxian was blushing too. “S-see you next week?”

Wuxian’s smile felt like a sunrise. “Yeah!” He said. “Absolutely.”

#mdzs fic #my writing #wen ning #ningxian #modern au #farmer's market au #my art #mai luobo!#wei wuxian

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ravenloon · 4 years ago

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Smitten: Roommates (Chapter 2)

Tommy dragged his suitcase through the hall, struggling due to its one broken wheel,"Stupid fucking thing!"

"You doin' okay there, T-Bone?!" Vince called from his bedroom. Tommy groaned and poked his head in the blonde's bedroom. His words stopped in his throat when he was met with the sight of his two best friends fucking missionary style.

"HOLY FUCK! WHY DIDN'T YOU LOCK THE DOOR YOU SLUTS?!" Tommy turned away, shielding anything from the waist down with his hand.

Mick just responded with a long moan, clawing at the sheets. Vince giggled,"Admit it, your gay ass finds this hot as fuck~" He starts thrusting harder into his boyfriend.

Mick threw his head back,"Ah! Ah! Aaahh!"

"I DON'T NEED TO SEE THIS SHIT!" Tommy slammed their door shut and marched towards his...room. Tommy blinked and looked around.

There were only two bedrooms.

"Uhhh...I guess I'll sleep on the couch then...." He started dragging his stuff back towards the living room.

The second door opened and Nikki poked his head out. He stared at the suitcase, then at Tommy, then at the suitcase, then at Tommy. His hair lay unteased, but tousled and fluffed gently.

The drummer gave him an irritated look,"What?!" Nikki clicked his tongue loudly, ducking behind his door a little.

"Wait, no! I...I didn't mean to scare you! D-Did you need something?"Tommy watched, heart melting as Nikki stepped out into the hallway.

Sixx was wearing a long, thick, fluffy green sweater that went to his knees and fluffy black socks. He nodded and tugged at Tommy's hand with both his sweater paws.

'Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodhe'ssocuteIthinkI'mgonnapassout'Tommy blushed hard as Nikki guided him towards his bedroom. The drummer heart started to beat hard,'Does he want to...? No! There's no way!'

"N-Nikki what are you doing?" Tommy stammers. They freeze, staring into each other's eyes. Then Sixx shook his head an angry snarl on his lips. He then picked Tommy up, abandoning the suitcase.

"Whoa, Sixx!" Tommy found himself clinging to the bassist as Nikki carried him into his bedroom.

Nikki kicked the covers down and tossed Tommy onto the bed before pulling the blankets over him. Then he crossed his arms, frowning at him. Tommy thought he was blushing, but he couldn't be sure in the darkness.

The drummer tilted his head,"You want me to share your room? Is that what you were trying to say?"

Nikki nodded a smug smirk on his face. He crawled into bed next to Tommy and pulled the covers up, flipping over so his back was to Lee.

Tommy found himself studying Sixx's sleeping form, gaze raking over the curve of those dirty, gorgeous hips. He looked so soft and warm in that sweater....

He placed a hand on Nikki's arm and the bassist clawed the sheets so hard, they ripped.

Well...they were cheap.

The viscious look Nikki gave him told him,'Don't. fucking. touch me.'

"S-sorry," Tommy said meekly, scooting away from his roommate. The bassist clicked his tongue indignantly and flopped back down on his pillow.

Tommy flipped over towards the door and closed his eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, Nikki's soft, deep breathing told Tommy he was asleep. Curious, Tommy flipped over to find that Nikki was now facing him, gently nibbling on his hand in his sleep.

Tommy swore his heart liquified and poured out his eyes, it was just so unbelievably cute. He just fucking had to hold him.

He gently scooted closer, pushing his arm under Sixx, his other going around his slim, curvy waist. Tommy nearly moaned at the perfect smoothness of the skin on his neck, the meticulous contours of his hips and thighs.

Nikki shifted and Tommy's heart stopped. Nikki was gonna wake up and be pissed out of his mind. He'd throw him out and kick him out of the band. But what was worst was...Tommy would never see him again. Except...maybe at shows when they made it big.

However, Nikki did neither of those things. What he did do was smile contently, snuggling closer to Tommy. He tightened his grip for a second, hugging the drummer in his sleep. Tommy bit the inside of his cheek hard to keep himself from squealing, but nothing could keep him from holding Nikki close, tucking the raven's head under his chin.

Come next morning, Tommy awoke to a cold bed and empty arms. Had he been dreaming? Had Vince never called him? A few glances around the room told him that the day before had not been of such nature, but still he couldn't supress his dissapointment at Nikki's absence.

He sat up and stretched, groaning at the loud cracking his spine produced. Slipping into sweatpants only, he staggered out into the living room to find Mick sitting on Vince's lap at the dining room table while the two shared breakfast. Mick was trying to feed Vince at the moment, making airplane sounds. Vince tried to accept the bite but was laughing to hard to do so.

Mick looked up, smirking at Tommy's shirtless form,"You two had fun~"

"WE DID NOT FUCK!" a loud shattering followed Tommy's shout and the drummer rushed into the kitchen to see Nikki drenched in syrup and pancake mix. His hands covered his mouth and he was sniffling.

"Nice going, Tommy. You made Nikki cry!"Vince snapped,"I was going to tell you Nikki's making blueberry pancakes. Your favorite."

Mick shook his head,"You better fuckin fix that." Tommy turned and felt his chest tighten when he saw Nikki bury his face in his hands, shoulders shaking.

He felt so very guilty for making Nikki cry. He slowly walked over, afraid to scare the poor bassist again,"Nikki...I'm so sorry." Nikki looked up, revealing his tearstained face. Then he glared at him and flipped him off, turning his back on him.

"N-Nikki, what's with you?! I-I just startled you!" Tommy exclaimed indignantly. Nikki bit his lip and blushed before reaching up on top of the fridge to get his notepad.

He thrust it in Tommy's face,'I trusted you. I told you not to touch me. I hate being touched unless I initiate it. Especially when I sleep.'

"Oh, I...I'm sorry. I just...you just looked so soft and peaceful. I...couldn't resist holding you in my arms like that," Tommy could feel himself blushing and hid behind his hair. Nikki clicked his tongue to get Lee's attention.

"What?"

Nikki gestured at the mess and then pointed at Tommy.

"Oh...ehehe...you, uh, want me to clean that up don't you? I-I'll get right on that," Tommy got on his knees and began scrubbing up the mess, Nikki standing above him, hands on his cocked hips.

Lee looked up, licking his lips,"You look kinda hot standin' over me like that. Reminds me of a dominatrix~"

Nikki blushed hard and turned around to march away. That is until Tommy called out,"NICE ASS, SUGAR!"

Sixx marched back over and smacked him upside the head, making the drummer laugh,"Okay! Okay, I'll stop! But, only if you help me." Nikki rolled his eyes and got down on his knees.

'Damn he's got fuckin huge thighs,'Tommy licked his lips, staring at his bassist. Wait, his? Nikki wasn't...was he gay? Probably, he looked like a guy magnet.

Nikki tapped his shoulder and he looked up to meet Sixx's obscured eyes. The bassist pointed at his hips, then at Tommy, then shook his head. Tommy knew he meant 'stop staring'.

Tommy blushed,"S-sorry."

"HEY, T-BONE! QUIT OGGLING NIKKI'S ASS AND GET YOURS OVER HERE!" Vince yelled from the living room,"I'VE DISCOVERED SOMETHING AMAZING!"

Mick whined in protest," Vince, nooo. Don't make me do this!"

Tommy and Nikki shared a look then went to plop down on the couch on either side of the couple.

Vince started scratching his lover's jaw and Mick blushed, trying to force down a wierd noise. But he ultimately failed and just started purring.

Tommy leaned over Vince in astonishment,"Dude, are you fuckin' purring right now?! That's so cute!"

Vince held Mick close, eyes narrowing,"Hands off, drummer boy! You have Sixx!"

"SHUT UP! WE JUST MET YESTERDAY!"

Nikki didn't seem to have heard him, tilting his head and staring at Mick curiously. He placed his head against the guitarist's chest, rubbing it with his hand.

Tommy felt this weird feeling writhing in his gut. Why was he feeling so...weird just because Nikki was curious?

Nikki sat up and signed something.

Mick shrugged in reply while Vince squeezed him,"I don't care, it's so fuckin' cute. Think I can get you to purr in bed~?"

Tommy kicks his leg softly,"I...I've been feeling a little clueless here..."

Vince angles his eyes at him, from kissing Mick's neck,"How so?" God, did these two ever stop touching each other?

Tommy bit his lip and sighed,"Well....I'm the only one who can't understand what Nikki's saying without him having to write it down..."

Nikki hopped up and ran back into the kitchen, returning with his notepad. He knelt down in front of Tommy and scribbled something down.

Lee picked it up,"I would be happy to teach you. But stop staring at my ass or I swear I'll make you swallow every last one of your fucking teeth."

Tommy gulped, blushing,"Y-yeah, I...g-gotcha, Sixxer. W-wait, can...can I call you that?"

Nikki looked up with his eyes, contemplating the nickname coming from the drummer. Then he smiled and nodded before signing something. Then he wrote,'Also you're going shopping with me to buy me a new sweater. That was my favorite fucking one and you made me stain it.'

Tommy scratched the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly,"Ahh, sorry about that."

Nikki answered by standing up, tugging at Tommy's arm by the hand.

Vince laughed,"I-I think he wants to go now!" Mick giggled right along with him as the bassist dragged Tommy toward the door.

Tommy thrashed around,"N-Nikki, let me get up! I never said I wouldn't go! Nikki!"

#motley crue #terrorcest #sweaters #nikki is adorable #don't touch me #selective mutism #crying #blueberry pancakes #tommy/nikki #1980s #80s #cuddles #nikki needs cuddles but refuses to admit it #mick/vince cuteness #mick/vince

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zach-the-fox · 4 years ago

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Furiends Episode 6: Research and Capture

The two girls and fox boy regroup with the rabbits as they stand on the outside of the chain-link fence surrounding a large, two-story building situated in the forest. Streaks of cracks line the concrete structure. Plants grow through the broken pavement around the uninhabited facility.

Hatboy glances at the property and scans around the area. “Look at this place! What a total dump! Probably a home for rats.”

“I don’t find it bad,” says Brook. “I actually quite like it. And I adore rats. They are just so cute!”

Hatboy turns to the warthog. “Why did you tell us to come here? What’s going on?”

“Zach saw an article in the paper that there was some strange figure residing here,” Emmy answers. “And we suspect it’s the demon we summoned.”

“What?!” Brook runs up to her. “You found our child?! Is it here?!”

“Maybe. We won’t know unless we go in and check it out.”

“You want to go inside and explore an abandoned laboratory?!” Carly exclaims. “That doesn’t seem like a good idea.” Her expression relaxes. “Then again, with Team Rescuers sniffing around for ideas to make us look bad, I don’t want to get in trouble… My mother would kill me…”

“If we’re going to find this demon, we need to be quick,” suggests Zach. “There’s a chance Team Rescuers might show up and search this area, given all of the cries for help from Heroto.”

“Right, let’s not waste any more time,” Emmy utters. “Let’s get in there and find that demon. Now, how will we get over this fence?”

“Over here,” Hatboy spurts, standing by a slight tear in the metal fence, which forms a little hole for those to sneak inside. “We can just crawl in through there.”

“Good thinking!” Emmy walks down to the opening with the others. One-by-one, they get on their paws and knees to crawl passed the metal chains-links. The gang then make their way toward the two, shattered glass doors of the concrete structure.

Carly steps up and attempts to open them by pulling, then pushing. “They don’t budge… Guess we can’t go in…”

Brook grabs a metal pipe laying nearby and swings it at the glass, breaking it into pieces and clearing the way. “You were saying?” The friends then climb through the open spaces in the doors, entering inside. “Okay, we’re in. What’s next?”

“I say we split up,” Emmy orders. “We’ll cover more ground that way.” The others hesitate, then they agree before splitting into groups. Emmy goes with Hatboy and Zach as they head up the stairs while Carly stays with Brook on the ground level.

“I don’t feel very comfy about this place,” Carly comments, paws huddled together as she stays close with her friends.

“Come on, Carls.” Brook puts her arm around the cat, smiling. “It’s not so bad. I’ve been watching urban exploration videos Snootube and it’s pretty fascinating to see old structures hollowed out. The vide is quite nice.”

“Maybe for you. But me, not so much.” Carly narrows one eye and puts her paw on her chin. “Though, it wouldn’t be bad to maybe draw some of my characters in the same situation.”

“Oh! We could have a collaboration! You, me, and our friends searching for our baby demon in old ruins. Hm, I am pretty clueless on what the demon looks like… You have any idea what it would look like?”

“I don’t know,” Carly goes. “It was a fireball when we summoned it. I didn’t get a good look at it.” She gasps. “Wait. Zach looked at the article in the paper, and he said it’s a giant, furry, black creature. So, look for something furry and big, I guess.”

“Oh! Perhaps it has glowing eyes. Demons usually have glowing eyes that pierce through the dark.” Carly gulps, wearing the face of fear with wide eyes.

Upstairs, the boys and warthog enter a big room littered with barrels and tables of broken beakers and equipment.

“Interesting place,” Hatboy utters, passing the large machines to get closer to Emmy. “Why would people abandon a laboratory and leave some of their things behind?”

“Obviously, something must’ve happened to force the scientists to leave,” Emmy answers. “What that might’ve been, I don’t really know.”

“I know, though…” Zach places his paw on the wall and leans on it. “Ten years ago, when I was eight, we went on a class field trip to this place… We were to learn about the wonders of science and technology for our outing… The whole group and I were in one room when something knocked glass beakers and test tubes over and spilled on the table, causing it to react with the other chemicals; my tail. The entire facility was in chaos… We had to evacuate and exit the building when a giant explosion ripped a hole in the place. The government deemed the laboratory unsafe and shut it down. Our trip only had begun that day, too, but it ended quickly. My classmates all hated me for that and refused to talk to me.” He puts his paws on his head. “It’s all coming back to me… All the kids calling me “flawed fox” and how awful I just am…”

Emmy walks up to the fox. “Hey… It was only an accident. You didn’t mean to knock over all of that stuff and destroy the whole place. Mistakes happen… We can’t erase them…”

“Funny you say that, Emmy… Considering you’re talking to one…”

“You’re not a mistake, Zach. So, what if Team Rescuers and Heroto doesn’t like you? Their opinion doesn’t matter, anyway. Ours does! And we all like you.”

As the warthog comforts the fox, the red rabbit motions toward the pile of barrels situated in the corner. “Weird how scientists would abandon a lab and not take their chemicals with them.” He leans down and squints his eyes to read the label on one of them. “Danger. Handle with care. Avoid contact with skin and fur.” Hatboy tilts his head. “I wonder what’s so dangerous that they don’t want people touching.” He grabs the lid of one barrel and pulls it off the top. Looking inside, his eyes glisten and his mouth forms a small ‘o’ when staring at the colorful liquid settling in the container. “Whoa! Look at this stuff! It’s so colorful!”

Emmy takes her hoof back from the fox’s stomach, and turns around. “All right, let’s get back to- Hatboy, what are you doing over there?”

“Check it out!” Hatboy shouts, holding the rim of the barrel and lifting it up. “Look at this rainbow liquid stuff! It looks so weird!”

“We shouldn’t be messing around with any of these strange chemicals. They could be dangerous.”

“This doesn’t seem too dangerous.” He looks into the barrel. “Looks pretty-” The container slowly slides in the red rabbit’s paws. “Whoa!” Hatboy struggles to maintain a tight grip on it. He lunges to grab it, but ends up knocking into the stack of metal barrels. “Uh oh…” The containers tip over and fall to the ground, dumping their colorful contents out all over the rabbit before flowing toward the warthog and fox. The three friends are knocked off their feet and swept away by the wave of rainbow fluids.

Back downstairs, the other two girls stop in place as they hear the sloshing sounds above, as well as rushing liquid and their friends screaming.

“What’s going on up there?!” Carly spurts. “What’s happening?”

“It’s probably the demon!” utters Brook. “It probably has our friends! We should help them!” She leads the cat toward the staircase, only to stop after a few steps. They freeze to see rainbow liquid rushing down the stairs, carrying their three friends in it as it surges toward them. “Oh, that’s not good…”

“Yipe!” Carly turns and runs down the other way. Brook is quick to follow, but the chemical flow swoops both of them off their feet and carries them into the room at the very end, piling the gang into a corner before settling. The friends remain sitting/lying in the puddles for a little bit, soaked by the rainbow water, then they each stand up, one-by-one, shaking off the remnants of the fluids.

“What was all the hubbub?!” Brook exclaims, looking at the warthog, red rabbit, and fox. “Did you find the demon? What is all of this? I feel like I’m glowing.”

“Some sort of rainbow water,” explains Hatboy. “I don’t see why it’s dangerous, though.”

“Aw man!” Carly shakes off her paws. “Now I’m going to need a shower! Thanks a lot, Hatboy…” Hatboy frowns as he looks at her.

Zach, on the other hand, forms a smile on his face while he remains seated in the chemical. “For once, I’m actually quite happy it wasn’t me this time.” He then sees Hatboy, as he removes his shirt to ring it out. The fox stares at his bare body with his cheeks transitioning to red. “Oh…”

Carly starts to take notice. “Like what you see, don’t you?” She teases, causing the fox to turn his head away with his blush. “Didn’t take you to be the gay type, Zach. I always thought you were mostly into girls.”

“Bisexual,” he corrects her after he turns to her. “I’m bisexual. I am into anyone regardless of gender.”

“Well, after being completely soaked in rainbow, I still don’t see where the demon is,” Emmy utters.

“We’ve just got to keep looking,” Brooks insists. “It must be around here somewhere.”

“I don’t even think it’s here, Brook. We should call it a day.” Everyone’s ears twitch upon hearing the sound of muffled voices outside and branches breaking. “What was that?”

“Someone’s here!” mutters Hatboy. “Perhaps Team Rescuers and the authorities!”

“Let’s get out of here, then,” Emmy states. The gang all bolt for the door where they came in, but soon halt in place to see shadows appear by the entrance. “Uh oh… Not good.”

“I know another way out,” Zach expresses. “There’s an opening in the wall we passed to get in the chemical room. We can go out that way!” He and the others scramble up the stairs and down the hallway to the giant, gaping hole in the wall. Hatboy slides down the side. Zach does the same thing, helping Emmy by carrying her on his back.

“You’ve got to be joking!” yells Carly. “I’m not jumping down from here!”

“You’re a cat!” Brook tells her. “You’ll land on your feet perfectly!”

The cat turns to her. “What?!” The purple rabbit shoves her off before jumping herself and hovers lightly down, using her ears as propellers. Carly lands in the bushes nearby, which have cushioned her fall. Brook goes over and helps her up. “Never do that again!” The friends then scurry off, vacating the area and then disappearing into the brushes as a shadow looms over their route.

***

The five animals make their way through the forest and back into town, dripping wet with the rainbow liquid still soaking their bodies.

“Ugh, that went horribly,” Carly comments. “Not only were we walking around a creepy laboratory, but we also got soaked in some chemical…”

“I’ll need about ten baths a day just to get it out,” Hatboy adds. “It smells so bad!”

“I’m kind of used to it,” Zach butts in. “I’ve been covered in way worse.” Brook asks him what he means. “Oh, mud, ketchup, tar, sewage water, coal dust… Yeah, the list keeps on going…”

“Well, the whole “search and capture” mission was all but a fail,” Emmy implies.

“Aw man…” Brook frowns with drooped ears. “I was hoping we’d find that demon… Where could it be?”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to head home immediately,” says Hatboy. “A little shower and freshening up is what I need.” The others agree before parting. “Coming, Zach?”

“Just a minute,” Zach tells them. “I’ll meet you at the house.” As the two rabbits head off, the fox steps toward the warthog, who remains still and lets out a sigh. “You okay, Emmy?”

Emmy pivots to him. “Huh? Oh, I’m fine… I’m just disappointed… I was actually really hoping we’d find that demon… Not just to stop Team Rescuers from finding it, but I also wanted it what we summoned so I could be very close to it. Would’ve been cool.”

“W-what? Why would you want a demon anyway? Were you hoping to use it against your stepdad?”

“Yes… Zach, I despise him and I’m so sick of him telling me what to do and what to think and what to feel… Now I know how you feel with all of the abuse…”

Zach places a paw on her back. “Hey… I’m sorry things didn’t go as planned for you. If you ask me, I’d say he’s very jealous of you. You’re not a bad person; you’re a sweet, talented young lady who’s different, like me. If anything, I’d say you’re someone I’m glad I’m close with. When you have the courage to be on your own, you’ll be better.”

Emmy shifts her head back at him, tears streaming from her eyes with a smile. “You know what. It doesn’t matter… I’m just glad I get to hang out with you, Carly, Brook, and Hatboy.” She throws herself forward to hug the fox. Zach smiles as he squeezes her in his arms. When they part, she looks up at him. “Thank you, Zach… Um, I should get back home before my mom and jerk of a stepdad get worried, and wash these chemicals off. Don’t want them getting concerned.”

“Can I walk with you?” Emmy asks him why. “Can’t friends walk together and enjoy each other’s company?”

Emmy chuckles slightly. “I guess it’s okay.” She walks down the sidewalk with the fox alongside her as they head into further in town. “When we get to my house, you may want to leave quickly. My stepdad can be very violent at times…” From afar, a pair of glowing eyes pierce through the foliage and watch the friends as they amble away.

@carlycmarathecat @emmy-the-absolute-goof @bendy-bear-15

#Furiends #Friends #Cat #Warthog #Rabbit #Fox #Furry #Fursona #OCs

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quoth-the-sparrow · 6 years ago

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Jellyfish

A Sanders Sides One-Shot

Warnings: Food mention, Sympathetic Deceit (if I need to add anything please let me know)

Pairings: Logicality and Anaroceit (aka Roman x Virgil x Deceit)

Description: Based off a one word prompt given to me by @dutifullystrangekingdom and an anon!

Word Count: 941

A/N: This can also be found on ao3 here

Patton sat on his living room floor, surrounded by scraps and strips of wrapping paper. He huffed out a sigh of irritation as he cut a new piece off in hopes that this attempt would finally be the one. He knew unwrapping and re-wrapping the box was a waste but it had to look perfect. Unfortunately, nothing he had done so far looked good enough.

After the seventh time, he decided to give up and put the gift inside what he'd bought as a backup, which was a galaxy printed gift bag with a silver ribbon to tie the handles together.

"Finally," Patton muttered under his breath as he flopped onto the floor. He felt drained from all the stress he'd been dealing with lately, but today was a rare day off. And he had plans to spend it with his best friend who he may or may not totally have a crush on.

He meant to lay there on the floor until he had to get up and shower, but his phone chimed. He rolled over onto his stomach and reached for his phone, grabbing it from the coffee table. It was a message from the aptly named Gay Panic group chat.

Danger Noodle: Hey Patton

Danger Noodle: Just wanted to check up on you

Fall Out Gay: Yea how r u holding up

Prince Charming: Padre, my dear, you simply must flirt with Logan tonight!!!

Pawton: I'm feeling nervous but I have Logan's present all wrapped up~ Flirt? I don't know if I can do that...

Fall Out Gay: I know its scary but u got this

Pawton: Maybe? I mean what if Logan doesn't feel the same way about me?

Danger Noodle: Oh yes, someone who is constantly trying to impress you and is always looking around for you and asking about you isn't into you at all

Fall Out Gay: Cmon D dont b so sarcastic

Danger Noodle: Sarcastic? Me? Never

Prince Charming: Okay, you two edgelords, that's enough! Padre, Logan is definitely, totally, completely head over heels for you! You're so cute; who wouldn't be?! ;)

Pawton: Dee, you jokester, you~ And okay, I can do this, maybe, hopefully~ It's already almost 4pm, I should probably go shower?

Prince Charming: Good idea! Have fun on your date ;) I'm expecting you to provide all the details when you get back!

Fall Out Gay: Only if u want 2 Pat

Danger Noodle: You've really nothing to worry about

Danger Noodle: Have fun, and my advice? Wear that baby blue mini skirt of yours

Danger Noodle: Nerd boi will love it

Pawton: Oh, um... with my fishnets or knee high socks?

Prince Charming: The fishnets!!! Ooh want me to come over and do your makeup? Just say the word and I'll be there!

Pawton: No that's okay, I think I got it~ Thank you all so much! I'm gonna go get ready now, see y'all tomorrow for movie night?

Fall Out Gay: U bet

Danger Noodle: Yes, I'll bring the pizzas this time if Roman can bring dessert

Prince Charming: Honey, I am the dessert ;)

Fall Out Gay: ...ur ridiculous bring cookies

Prince Charming: Ridiculously attractive, I think you mean! But yes, of course, cookies it is!

Patton chuckled at his friends' antics and left them to it while he went to get ready

***Later that evening***

Pawton: Is anyone on?

Prince Charming: Yes!!! How did it go did you two kiss tell me everything!!!!

Fall Out Gay: Whoa Princey chill dude

Danger Noodle: I don't think our dear royal knows the meaning of the word

Fall Out Gay: ur rite

Prince Charming: Offended Princey Noises

Pawton: :D It went way better than I thought it would! Logan loved his jellyfish plushie I got him! He even liked that it was pink, which I didn't expect either?! So I'm really glad I went with that instead of the green one~ Dee, Roman, you were both so right, he likes me too!

Danger Noodle: Told you so, darling

Fall Out Gay: Im happy 4 u Pat

Prince Charming: Did he say anything about that smokin' outfit of yours?!

Pawton: Oh, um, aaahhhh~ I think he really did like it? He was blushing when he saw me so I'm assuming he liked it? We held hands! We haven't kissed yet but we have a date planned for Sunday afternoon! We're going to the aquarium across town~

Fall Out Gay: Thats gr8 Pat u 2 r cute 2gether

Danger Noodle: Honestly it's about time you two clueless disaster gays got together

Danger Noodle: It was obvious Logan had a thing for you the moment he laid his blue eyes on you, darling

Prince Charming: You two are absolutely adorable together! I'm so happy it turned out so well, I knew it would! Oooh does this mean we can all go out on dates together? It would be fun to go bowling or to an amusement park together!

Pawton: That would be fun! I'll mention it to Logan and see what he thinks but I'm all for it if it means I get to spend time with everyone I love!

Fall Out Gay: Not 2 b a hypocrite but thats gay

Danger Noodle: Uh yeah I sure hope it is

Pawton: xD You two are hilarious!

Fall Out Gay: I aim 2 please but i gotta get some sleep so good nite

Danger Noodle: Good idea; besides I think Remy is in need of makeup tips and wants to video chat

Danger Noodle: See you all tomorrow evening for movie night

Prince Charming: Good night my loves!

Pawton: Good night! Can't wait for tomorrow~

A/N 2: I hope you all enjoyed that! This is the first time I’ve ever really written in this format so if you’d like to see more of this kind of writing from me, let me know! Please re-blog and let me know your thoughts; I love hearing from y’all! Also: i’m cutting down my taglist since it’s kinda gotten out of hand and a lot of people on it are inactive so if you’d like to be tagged let me know! I also post all my writing to ao3 at Storytelling_Sparrow

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gffa · 6 years ago

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amarielah replied to your post: amarielah replied to your photo: ...

I think part of my mixed feelings came from the author getting into a huff that people interpreted her writing as having homoromantic subtext. Because, I mean, seriously? It has even more subtext than the RotS novelization. And I remember not being fond of Padme’s characterization.

I remember that huff! But I just cannot take it seriously, because I think it was about Obi-Wan and Bail’s relationship? Which I cannot think about without bursting into laughter about all over again because THAT’S WHO YOU THINK WAS THE HOMOROMANTIC SUBTEXT IN THAT BOOK??? IT’S THE FUNNIEST THING EVER, like, book authors going, “Yeah, Obi-Wan and Anakin think about showing them how to love or smacking them on the ass or deliberately paralleling them to the established canon pairing or waking up yelling the other’s name or their mind gibbering with fear when the other is in danger or what have you.” and their response isn’t, “Whoa, that’s kind of suggestive.” but instead, “Yeah, they’re just Like That, why?” AND NOT EVEN NOTICING. THEY’RE JUST LIKE THAT, I GUESS. The Padme stuff, for me, really hinged on that she’s just as much of a disaster about her romantic life as Anakin is, plus that she is really, really not right about her love saving Anakin, that having his feelings run wildly out of control is bad. When Obi-Wan asks her if her relationship with him ultimately hurt him, would she be okay with that? And she straight up said, No, I’d die. That book was way, way aware of her fate in ROTS, that her love didn’t bring Anakin back from the brink, that she did die at least in part because of the crumbling relationship with him, and she was caught up in the idealized epic romance of it all just as much as Anakin was--which was something of a revelation to me at the time, to get to explore her in that vein. Which I don’t mean to trod over your views on it or look like I’m telling you you’re wrong (I’m genuinely enjoying discussion on the book and it’s fine if someone disagrees! ♥)--I’m in complete agreement that, if Ms. Miller really was that offended by someone DARING to think her characters were GAY, GASP SHE WOULD NEVER, then that’s awful, but I remember it being fairly mild, fairly clueless, and fairly hilarious. (And, you know, I’m always over here yelling YOU CAN BE ATTRACTED TO MORE THAN ONE SEX, BISEXUALITY EXISTS, YOU CAN MARRY ONE SEX AND STILL BE ATTRACTED TO ANOTHER!!!! XD)

#amarielah #novels

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ontherockswithsalt · 5 years ago

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A Made Man

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A/N: These kinds of chapters are harder to write than you’d think! But very fun. Everyone is an idiot and I love them all. Enjoy the bowling.

Chapter 33.

"Lowest score…" Bianca muses, leaning over in her plastic chair as she ties her red and blue bowling shoes. "Has to sing karaoke."

"What?" I scoff without even looking back at her while I work to enter everyone's names for the scoreboard.

"Where the hell do you think you're singing karaoke tonight?" Noble wonders.

"At a gay bar called Mary's over on Waverly--"

"Whoa, wait a minute." I turn in my seat to hold out one hand while Vinny lets out a loud laugh beside me.

Bianca manages a pleading grin. "Come on."

"We're not going to a gay bar, Belle."

She opens her mouth as if she's never been so let down. "Why not? They’re fun. Haven't you always wanted to?"

With a shake of my head, I have to laugh down at the screen where I'm typing. "Not particularly."

"Hey, I'm down," Vinny offers. "Plus, I'm gonna win anyway so I need to see Reagan on that mic."

Tilting my head, I narrow my gaze at him. "Oh, you're down? Give me a break."

"What?" He shrugs. "A bar is a bar. You're telling me you're all uptight about it?"

"I'm not uptight," I insist.

"I can almost guarantee we wouldn't see anyone we know there." Bianca points out as she gets to her feet. "Nick, didn't you say we've gotta keep a low profile? It's perfect."

"Karaoke at a gay bar is the opposite of a low profile," he argues.

"Not when we're talking about the kinda people who may know us."

With folded arms, Noble shifts his gaze to me. I simply meet it with this look of resigned acceptance because whatever, it's Bianca's trip here and there's no use trying to keep a firm grip on what happens tonight. She'll just fight it even harder.

He moves away to the ball return and glances over at her. "How gay are we talking here?"

"Oh please!" She scoffs with a laugh. "Since when do you care? Although…" Then she pauses and points a look and an arched eyebrow at me.

I turn my head, confused. "What?"

"Jamie will be like shark bait over there, so just be prepared."

Noble spreads his hands. "You think I don't know that?"

"Wait, what does that mean?"

"The crowd there--" Then she waves her hand in front of me. "Will just… be a fan."

Pointing to myself, I shake my head. "Oh I'm not singing."

"Not a fan of your singing, Jamie." She clarifies. "Don't play dumb."

I check with Noble because I still don't get it.

"Because you're hot, dude," he informs me. "That's all."

"Oh." My gaze shifts as I consider it. Then I stand, making a point to broaden my chest as I offer my boyfriend a smile. "We should go then, man."

With a start, Noble juts out a fist into my arm. "Little shit."

Chuckling, I return the jab at his shoulder and pivot away.

"Whoa." Vinny looks to Bianca with an insulted pull of his brows. "You saying the crowd won't be a fan of me?"

I watch the way she smirks as she turns to him. "Depends on how good of a singer you are, I guess."

"Oh I won't need to sing," he remarks, gesturing up above to the scoreboard with our names. "Because according to that, I'm gonna be on top."

She plants her hands on her hips and blinks up at the screen. "I don't know how that'll work when I'll be the one on top tonight."

"Ayee--" Vinny blows out an amused, weary groan and turns away to Bianca's giggles.

"I feel like you guys aren't talking about bowling," Noble ponders.

Vinny points to her. "Hey, I don't know about this one. Your sister told me to keep myself in check. But--”

"Well listen," Noble cuts in. "That's a bullshit bet, Belle. Because you'll sing karaoke regardless."

"Lowest score has to sing,” she amends. “Winner gets to pick the song.”

"Alright, can we play?" I cut in, heading for my ball to take the first turn.

Noble slants a knowing smile at me. "Look who wants to get to the bar to see how popular he is with the West Village crowd."

"Excuse me," I tease, reaching across where my fingers grip the bright red ball I had picked on the way over. I lift it out of the rack, and with a subtle grunt, make a show of straining my biceps as if I'm using the ball for a set of curls.

"Don't hurt yourself," Noble quips.

I meet his teasing gaze. "My name's first and I'd like to get this game started."

"Do we all agree on the bet?" Bianca calls out.

"Yes, it's a bet," I concede, along with everyone else's acquiescence.

"Alright, let's see it, Reagan," Vinny decides. "Make the Twelfth look good."

Positioned behind the lane, I turn to hold out one arm and look at him. "I do that everyday, man."

"Oh jeez," Vinny groans. "He's in rare form tonight."

Amused by his heckling, I fix my focus on the lane's target arrows, take my approach and send the ball down the lane. I watch it charge towards the pins where it crashes against them, toppling over all but four.

"That's alright," Noble calls out, offering an unnecessarily loud clap of his hands. "You looked cute, at least. And that's important."

Backtracking to retrieve my ball, I shake my head at him to resist a smile. "You're gonna regret that kinda talk this early in the game," I warn him.

He fakes this clueless look. "I'm being supportive."

Firmly grasping my ball once more, I position myself to take the spare. With a few solid steps, I send the ball hurtling down the lane once again before it misses the remaining pins completely and disappears behind the pin deck.

With a hard smack of my palms, I turn away, clenching my fist in frustration only to laugh at myself. "The first frame's a throwaway turn," I insist to Vinny who's cracking up at me.

"Man, look at that," Noble muses. "Right through that empty space. If the object were to throw it in the exact same place you threw the first one, this would be your game."

I come closer to him. "Watch it."

"But on the second turn," he goes on, the corner of his lips quirking when he looks at me. "You wanna aim for the ones you missed the first time."

"Ohh…" I lift my chin to play along. "I see."

"Damn Reagan," Vinny shouts. "What if those pins had been an armed perp?"

"Well the next time we take out a perp with a bowling ball, I'll let you aim."

"Shake it off," Noble offers as he takes his orange ball to the approach for his turn.

He lines up, steps to the foul line as he swings his arm and fires the ball down the lane. It's a swift defeat of all ten pins.

"Nice," Vinny approves.

Noble turns, pumping a flexed arm at his side, then points up at the screen above to note the giant X celebrating his strike. "See you're supposed to knock them all down. Rather than just… six--”

"Go get me another damn drink," I instruct him.

He sets an amused smirk on me and I don't miss the flash of his eyes, the twitch of satisfaction at his cheek. "I can do that for you." Leaving me with a slap on the back, he passes by and heads to the bar.

"Okay, me!" Bianca announces as she hops up to grab her neon purple ball. After a little hesitation deciding her approach, she flings the ball forward where it arcs across the lane.

"No, you dumb fuck!" She shouts, crouching down to watch it dump right into the gutter there at the end.

Both Vinny and I sputter a laugh, more for her performance than her gutter ball. I'm just glad the kids birthday party that was here earlier had made its way out and the bowling alley had shifted to service only the late night adult idiots like us.

Bianca finishes off her turn with an exasperated groan over another gutter ball she barely even tried to throw straight.

"First frame's a throwaway, right?" She reminds us.

"There you go." Vinny takes his place for a turn. "I'm not gonna lie. I haven't bowled since I was like ten, so--"

"Oh now with the excuses," Bianca teases. "What happened to being on top?"

"I thought that was you," he calls back, slanting a smile her way over his shoulder.

"I don't know," she laughs, peering up at the scoreboard. "It's not looking good for me."

He pulls back as he takes his steps, releases the ball with a forceful swing and it barrels right into the sweet spot to send down every single pin.

"Goddammit." I mutter the curse.

Vinny turns with a firm clench of one arm. "Ha! You see that?"

"Haven't bowled since I was ten," I mimic him, shaking my head.

He spreads his arms like he doesn't have an explanation. "I guess some people know exactly where to hit it, Reagan." As he passes by, he grips my shoulders hard and pats me there before he moves back to his chair beside Bianca.

"Really?" I arch a critical brow at him and his smug face. "That's not what I've heard."

"Listen, six," he retorts, pointing his beer bottle at me. “One day you’ll get there.”

Noble returns with a new drink for me while he takes a look at the score and gives Vinny a nod of approval. "Oh nice."

"You like that, Nick?"

Downing some of my cocktail with a hard swallow, I decide, “Okay, I’m playing for real.” Then I set the cup on the table and move to get my ball for another turn.

Taking an extra moment to set my focus down the lane, my steps carry me forward and with a perfectly controlled swoop of my arm, I propel the ball down the center.

It crashes all ten pins down for a strike.

"There he is!" Noble shouts. “Coming alive in the second frame.”

Just as my X spins across the screen in animated graphics, the bowling alley darkens to a neon glow, eliciting a lively howl of approval from the surrounding lanes. Black lights make the pins purple, the retro designs along the wall shine in greens and pinks and disco strobes cut across the floor. The opening beat of Need You Tonight by INXS thuds the speakers surrounding us.

“Oh, it’s a game now,” Vinny announces.

And for a while, it’s anybody’s to win. Noble keeps his lead for a few frames until I catch up. It shakes his confidence and he has an off couple of turns. Meanwhile, Vinny’s initial strike proves to be a fluke when he bombs pretty much every subsequent frame.

Halfway through the game, I have to laugh at the scoreboard. “This is looking bleak, partner,” I inform him when his score hasn’t gone anywhere and Bianca trails behind him by merely two points. “What happened to knowing where to hit it?”

From his seat, Vinny hangs his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with his amusement. “Maybe bowling’s not my game,” he decides.

I step up and grip my ball. “Bella, I need you to take him down,” I tell her. “Because I’ve always wanted to hear him sing and I need to decide on the perfect song.”

“Yes!” Bianca drags out the approval, then taps her fist on Vinny’s knee. “I’m excited.”

“I’m terrible, but you’re worse,” he admits, pointing his thumb to her shoulder and she turns her face to crack up there. “So I’m safe so long as you keep throwing them in the gutter.”

"I have a strategy!" She insists.

“Oh yeah?” He laughs. "How’s that working out for you?” But then they both seem to turn their attention to the fact that the deejay just started playing Michael Jackson’s PYT and the two of them just wind up dancing in their seats.

I shake my head, amused and move over to take my turn. This time I knock down eight, but follow it up with the spare which puts me ahead of Noble.

When I back up to look at the score, I push my fist against Noble’s shoulder and dig my teeth into my lower lip in satisfaction. “Tell me it hurts just a little bit,” I say, then gesture to my chest. “I need to hear it.”

In the pink and violet lights, he grins at me and it’s damn attractive. “I bet you do need to hear it.”

My gaze follows him as he comes closer. We’ve never really been out with a group, as a couple and there’s still some uncertainty between us when it comes to how much we’re allowed to act like it.

I tilt my face down as he leans into my ear and murmurs, “You look really fucking cute tonight and I love you and I just needed you to know that.” Then he eases away, scratching the back of his head and adds, “And it hurts a little bit” as he gets ready for his turn.

Lifting my gaze to him, I thankful for the dim lights because I can feel the color in my cheeks when I shoot him a wordless look and press my lips together. Goddamn, he so easily prompts this heat that dips in heavy loops inside me that I still never anticipate.

“Don’t get used to that lead, though,” he says, pointing up to the score as he heads for his ball.

#jamie x noble #the scene from the show we all deserved tbh

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sheisbornadreamer · 5 years ago

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Blend in, chapter four

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon. Sex without consent is bad. 'Nuff said. This is fiction, not sex-ed

Warnings: graphic language and male on male content

Chapter four

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Wednesday, 12.52 P.M.

Yamato studied the green, non-smelling goo on the plate.

Was that food?

How could that possibly be food? It looked… very uneatable.

"So what's your definition of the perfect goal, smart-ass?" An annoyed brunet snapped at their redheaded friend over the table. His voice was just one out of over a hundred voices that were filling the dining-hall, giving Yamato a headache.

"Give me a break, I just said maybe you should quit bragging for one second and shut up! I'm trying to have a nice, quiet meal here." Came the reply from a very tired Sora.

"Then you shouldn't have said it could have been better! It was perfect! Matt wasn't it perfect?"

Yamato looked up, a confused look on his face. He hadn't been paying attention. Why? Because they were talking about football.

"Wasn't what perfect?" He asked slowly, trying to make the wheels in his head spin just a little bit faster.

"My goal!" Taichi exclaimed, throwing his arms out.

"Oh. Uh…" Yamato shot Sora a help-me glance and fumbled with his fork, not meeting Taichi's gaze. He didn't like this situation. Not only because he had missed the game his friend had been talking about ever since their first lesson, but also because right now those eyes were burning themselves into him, as if they could look straight through him. He hated it.

"What would he know about football?" Sora muttered, munching on an apple she had chosen over the green uneatable goo.

"More than you, obviously" Taichi spat, looking back at Yamato again, continuing the process of burning a hole through the blonde's skin. "Well?"

Yamato shrugged helplessly. "It was great, what can I say?"

"So it couldn't have been better?" Taichi prompted, leaning forward slightly. At the very last second, Yamato noticed Sora's stare, sending very strong signals over the table.

Don't agree.

He shook his head, gaining his sense. Like he was gonna be the one to give Taichi an even bigger ego than he already had...!

"You can always get better, y'know. Life would be too boring otherwise."

Sora smiled proudly at him and Taichi's hopeful expression fell. He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. "You guys suck."

Yamato rolled his eyes, extremely grateful that Taichi's painful staring was over. Now all that was left was a sulky glare and a very familiar pout.

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Yamato's pov

This sucks. This really, really sucks!

I'm not only talking about this never-ending class, but also this useless, pathetic debate that's going on in my mind. It's between my hopeful (and slightly pitiful) self and my huge, domineering negative self. Actually, I think my negative self just scared away my hopeful self and now he/she/it is ruling my mind, making me more and more depressed.

I'm doomed.

You might wonder what the hell my problem is. Well... I don't know! I'm all torn and confused and so goddamned frustrated. I thought everything would work out from here and just roll on, but… it doesn't feel like it used to. Everything's weird.

If I ever had a chance go back to normal, this negative spirit really fucked that up. That's right; I've reached the bottom. Now I'm just depressed. No one to save me either. No use, won't work. Life sucks. What the fuck is he looking at?

"Yamato, will you please answer the question?" My teacher pleaded, for what seemed to be the tenth time.

Oh.

I shifted in my seat, somewhat ashamed of the glare I had just sent him. The guy is only doing his job, after all.

"Um… I… what was the question?"

My teacher sighs. They always tend to do that around me… "Forget it. Koushiro, will you help Yamato out?"

The smart-ass looks up and opens his big mouth to come with a too-smart-to-follow answer that'll make the teacher proud. And slightly confused...

"Well, it's probably that Yamato's a disgusting fag and that all he wants to do is fuck his best friend Yagami Taichi after school instead of learning good, healthy things from our teachers. Actually, rather than listening in class he's daydreaming of blowing his friend sitting in front of him. That little slut just can't get enough of Yagami's cock, can he? The rumors are true. Matt is gay."

The teacher nods his head, satisfied with Koushiro's answer. Then he turns to look at me. "Did you understand that, Yamato?"

He frowns a little, giving me an odd look that's making several other students turn in their chairs.

"Yamato?"

Now the whole fucking class is staring at me.

"Yamato, is there something wrong?"

I stare at him, eyes wide. Koushiro didn't say all that… it's ridiculous. Right? Why am I being so paranoid? Maybe it's just my imagination. Yeah. My head is screwing with me.

"Yamato…? Are you all right?"

Why are they staring at me?

"No."

Was that my voice? Seeing how everyone's turning their heads right now I guess not. Everyone's looking at Tai. I must be looking at him too, because now his gaze is glued to mine. "He's not. I think he should go home."

"He does look a little dizzy…" Someone says.

Everyone's nodding in agreement.

What are they talking about? I'm not dizzy! Whoa… someone's grabbing my arm. I think that's my arm… okay, maybe I am dizzy. Is that the door?

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Years or a second later -have no clue-, I wake up, my head feeling like one big, heavy rock. It's warm in here, makes me feel dozy. I know this smell. I know this bed. That's my bed. It's my room. I'm at home.

I open my eyes, immediately spotting my ceiling. Did I just have a dream? A super-weird dream where Koushiro said I'm cock-sucking fag in front of the whole class? Must've. It was just a dream… Or more like a nightmare. Much worse than I ever would've imagined… Couldn't have been real. Koushiro would never even talk like that. And he wouldn't have… nah. It was just a stupid dream. You can't control dreams. Must've been… What's Tai doing here?

"Hey." He's smiling softly at me.

Wait… forget I ever said the word 'softly' 'cause that makes me sound like a chick. He's sitting on a chair. My chair, to be more specific. He's resting his arms on his knees and is leaning forward, studying me carefully. This is the first time of this week he's looked at me for so long. And only me, not distracted by anything else around him. Actually, this week he's been very… normal. He hasn't cracked stupid jokes (other than the old ones he always do); he hasn't teased me, or flirted with me –only been the same old buddy, hardly looking my way at all. Mainly talking to Sora. No messing with me or getting on my nerves. Just normal.

What the hell?

Why's he like that? Okay yeah I told him to, but him actually doing what I say is just creepy. I mean it actually sunk in. He got it. What the fuck is wrong with him!

"Matt?"

"Mm?" I look at his eyes again, shifting my gaze from the spot where it had been glued to as I'd been thinking. This new view surprises me. And come to think of it, actually impresses me. As he looks right there, he should look always. Like all those times when he whines over how all the girls worship me (his opinion, not mine) and don't even notice him. They should take a look at him right now, right there –sitting in my chair. He's got sunlight over his skin from outside, making it look like velvet, and his hair in that special way that even makes me forgive its ridiculously big volume, and his eyes are sparkling in gold and brown… For a while it's like I'm looking at a photo. He's not moving, remaining his expression that just makes him look… wow. It's like someone just brought out the very best of him, I've never seen him looking better than that.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm smiling?"

Now he's grinning right back. "Yup. What, do I have something in my face?"

"No, I was just thinking a little. You know… about how many girls that would've fallen in love with you if they'd seen you right now." I say, half smiling.

Though Tai might give impression of being confident, he's not that sure of himself when it comes to this. He always sulks and goes on about how my 'pretty' looks always works. And every time I feel the guilt to tell him that he looks just fine (after telling him to shut up and that I'm not pretty; I just happen to be hot). But I don't 'cause I'm a guy. And I don't talk like that. I don't give complements. But this right here, wasn't a compliment –it was a fact. And I'm glad I finally got the chance to say something like that, just as a statement, not a stupid made-up compliment.

I wait for a reaction, expecting a sheepish grin, a blush or some stuttered reply. But do you know what he does? He frowns! He almost looks insulted. He shakes is head in that you're unbelievable sort of way, narrowing his eyes a little.

"Maybe I don't want girls, Matt. Ever thought of that?"

Eh?

I must've given him a very clueless look, 'cause he rolls his eyes and stands up. I look up at him, totally confused. What the hell did I do? I didn't fucking say he was ugly and he'd be alone forever!

I even meant what I said! And I practically said he was beautiful!

I stare after him as he walks out of my room, blinking like a dog that's just been flicked on its nose. I thought he was gonna be flattered, and maybe squeeze the shit out of me and get all affectionate and bug me until I got pissed and punched him and we'd start fighting and then shrug it off and then… well, you get the point. Dammit, I called him beautiful! This is if you read between the lines, but anyone would've got that.

It's hard for a guy to be this blunt! Don't I deserve to be bugged? I mean, why couldn't he have just… lit up like he always does when he's happy and smile wide and throw himself at me and hug me and talk in a squeaky voice and not let me go even if I tried to get him off me. And then continuing being all cuddly, act stupid and spend the rest of the day trying to make me embarrassed and uncomfortable by being more physical than necessary.

…Not that I care though.

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Sora's pov

You guys wanna hear something really stupid? Yesterday Tai was so obsessed with his freakin' goal that he kept on nagging about it until I finally said sommin' like 'it could've been better'. He immediately got pissed, and then at lunch he asked for Matt's opinion. At first that stupid blond just said that it was great because he hadn't even been there at the game. But then he also said it could've been better. So Tai gets real pissy and starts pouting and acts really stupid at art class and yells at the teacher for telling him not to draw so bad (okay so she didn't actually say that but I know that's what she meant), screaming things like 'I don't fucking care if I screw that picture up, this is useless! I don't wanna be some kind of weird-ass artist anyway so screw this shit!' And then when he's sent to the principal's office he mutters something stupid like 'Sora said my goal could've been better'...

He's an idiot. But hey, what else is new?

I've noticed this space between them, by the way. Yes, I'm talking about the main characters of the "OMG I made out with my best friend in the boys' bathroom" drama that took place last week. I'm not talking about that annoying I'm not fucking talking to you, you asshole space though; this is a new kind. It's quite similar to the kind of space they had before the "OMG, I made out with my best friend in the boys' bathroom", because back then they were…

…quite normal.

And them being normal right now is just too freaking awkward for words! Tai's just acting, I'm sure of it. He seems to have stepped back a little… not that Matt is all pissed or anything, but it's like they've made a deal or something. Think I missed a few things when they were having that detention. Although it doesn't really count as detention 'cause they escaped like right away, and went home (and then got a new one the day after). They always do that. So pointless…

But what I'm trying to say here is that it seems to bother Matt a little. Of course it could be just be the fact that he's used to Tai being weird and annoying and clingy and stupid, but maybe… maybe he's actually missing it? Now that Tai doesn't do all that he's realized that deep down it's just what he needs. And I'm not just talking about Tai's general stupidity, but also all the affection. The teasing, flirting, what ever you wanna call it. I think Matt wants that.

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Taichi's pov

Went out running this morning. Alone. That sucks…

But I don't think Matt will ever up for it again. At least not with me…

In case you sick freaks out there managed to way misunderstand all that, then let me tell you that I'm talking about running! Not the other thing. Heh, I don't think he'll want that either, but whatever. I'm leaving him alone now, anyway, since he's taking all this so serious. I mean, I know he's a serious person (compared to me who isn't?) but he knows I'm just messing and I know that he knows and I also know that he has no idea that about eight percent of it is actually serious. It's not like I'm completely acting when I keep teasing. It's not just because it's fun. Well, wait… it is because it's fun but it's not only fun because he gets mad, but because it's… it's way of… um… I don't really know how to explain it.

But I've stopped that. For now. Dunno for how long it'll be necessary, but right now it is. To be honest I was sorta dense with the whole gay-thing and just made fun of him… um… but come on! It was fun!

But okay, so I didn't really get that it actually bothered him a lot. Like hurt even, not just pissed him off. I feel kinda bad about it now, although you've gotta admit that this dude is way too serious for his own good! If it had been me, then I'd play along. Or just ignore it if I got tired of it. I wouldn't have taken it personally.

Listen to me; I'm fucking defending myself here. And Matt's not even here to hear it. But like I said, I feel a bit guilty so it's like I have to defend myself. But I shouldn't. We're fine now. Though it's a little weird since I have to keep this distance and all. And I don't mean not talking to him, but I have to start being a 'normal buddy'. Everyone knows what I'm talking about here, right? Well okay, 'normal buddy' as in a guy who hangs out with you, chats and stuff BUT doesn't cling, pounce, pat, flirt, tease or just mainly finds ways to touch you.

My only excuse for usually doing all that is that I'm a very… ahem, open person and I sometimes get a little weird or affectionate or pushy. I mean, as you all know by now I have reflexes. And I do say or do things before I think. Sometimes I don't even think at all and don't even get what I did wrong when they're yelling at me…

Ya'll know that line where you're just supposed to stop and not cross? Yeah, I don't know where the hell that line is, so when I've (obviously) crossed it, I don't even realize it until I'm getting punched or yelled at or just stared down… (you know people who just stare at you strangely when you've done something wrong? They're scary…)

I'm called a lot of things thanks to the way I act. But honestly, I don't know how to behave! I mean I have my moments when I accidentally do things the right way and people find me very polite or charming or whatever, but I can't control it. Although I learn after a while what a certain person can stand and not stand. And when it comes to my closest friends I can behave myself, if it's really serious. Just like I backed off when Matt had that outbreak. And just like I'm going to give him his space until he feels comfortable enough to have me around again…

Or!

I'll act even more normal –almost avoid him- until he gets that he secretly wants it! I have no doubt that he can live with it; we're best friends. If he couldn't stand me, he'd leave. The weirdness is a big part of my personality and if you've got a problem with that then you've got a problem with me. I know he's gonna break any moment and want me back. And maybe not only because it's who I am and he's okay with it, but also because he likes it. Of course he's in denial right now, but there is a possibility that he likes that closeness and affection. And once he experiences not having it, he'll realize that he enjoyed it and he'll want it back.

I know Matt feels left out now that I'm keeping that space between us, he's been very distant… depressed even. And in this one class he acted really weird so I took him home. Man, I had almost forgotten that day… that was when he stared at me for so long and smiled and then said…

That ass.

Everything was okay until he said that about girls falling in love with me. I know he was referring to all those times I've complained over his popularity. Now that I think about it, I am kinda glad he said that though because all those times he never tried to comfort me or say that I looked good. That almost made me feel like he thought I was ugly or sommin'. Sorta made me insecure about myself. Everyone needs to hear that you're good enough sometimes, not totally useless. I mean I always went on about how the girls like him because he's downright Greek fucking God and he always said something like 'No they don't. Quit whining already!'

Heh. But that day I could tell he was impressed. It felt…

...good?

…wonderful?

Hardly use those words, but I guess wonderful suits. Come to think of it, he shouldn't even have said anything, that look said it all. But that was my fault 'cause I asked what he was looking at. So he had to explain. I shouldn't have asked that. Some things do not need to be put into words. Words just destroy everything… whoa, I'm getting poetic...

Okay Tai, back to earth.

Plan, remember the plan. Stick to the plan and he'll come crawling back. There's no way in hell he won't come back. I mean it's pure logic! He told me to back off, I back off; he misses me and wants me back. Simple as that. Right? Well I think it makes sense...

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Yamato's pov

Why does it have to be so damn hard to be Tai's friend?

I don't know what to do. Since that day I said that shit about him looking good, he's been even more… unreachable. I mean it's like he's right there, but there's this thick wall between us. Every time we speak at all I'm so filled with angst because I know I've lost him. Maybe not completely, but he's drifting and I can't seem to stop it. I don't like the way he's so normal. Everything he does is so innocent and appropriate and common. It's like I don't know him anymore. He's missing everything that makes him… Tai. And now I don't even have the guts to try talk to him. It can't be like this, it just can't. I want us to be friends. I want him back. Him, not this stupid 'normal' dude he's suddenly become. I gotta… I… shit, I don't know what I should do.

I want it to change but I can't talk to him anymore. Not for real. Now there's only small talk between us and I hate it! It's been too long now. I've suffered for four days, it's like I'm practically alone. He's not even my friend anymore. We just… hang out, for some reason. And he often dumps me to hang out with Sora.

Being three really sucks.

What if he's angry? What if he got mad when I told him to back off? That would really suck because then I would have to apologize… I hate apologizing… and I hate all this fucking drama!

Didn't know it would get this complicated… I'm not really improving anything since I'm analyzing everything, probably making it more than it is. But things aren't the way it used to be, and Tai has changed. Maybe it's not the end of the world but I still want it to change. To go back like it used to be.

Or something like that…

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Friday 6.10 PM

"Hey Matt" Taichi greeted his friend briefly as he opened his locker, three lockers away from Yamato's.

Said boy shot him a glance and mumbled a reply, gaze returning to his own business when brown eyes met his for a split second. Last period had just ended and students were hurrying out of classrooms to go home and not returning until Monday.

"Hey guys!" Sora said, grinning uncontrollably. After 80 minutes of English she couldn't be happier to finally have some time off. The weekend had once again arrived, not a moment too soon.

"Hi Sora"

She looked at them both, standing at their lockers, hardly noticing each other. On a normal Friday Taichi would be jumping around, stressing Yamato who would turn his whole locker upside down to find books he needed to bring home over the weekend. On Fridays they were both in a good mood (if you don't count Yamato's stressed self that only got worse when Taichi nagged and rushed him to get going). They always chatted about stuff they'd planned to do during the weekend, games that would come up, what they'd do the next weekend and so on.

Now the silence was ridiculous.

"So what are you guys doing this weekend?" she said, unlocking her locker and tipping books and papers into it. Those who claim that every single girl is orderly are WRONG.

Taichi shrugged casually, slamming the locker shut before everything fell out. "Dunno. Nothing planned."

"Huh. What 'bout you Matt?"

"Uh… I…"

Sora shot him a glance, raising an eyebrow. Yamato sure seemed tense… All she'd asked was what he'd do during the weekend, nothing to freak out over… Right before she was about to change the subject, Yamato managed to choke out "I was just about to ask if you'd like to hang out this weekend?"

Sora's amused gaze flicked over to the brunet, who looked up and met Yamato's eyes. She couldn't help but smile as they both stared at each other for a moment; it looked just like Yamato had asked him out.

"Yeah sure." Taichi replied suddenly, smiling smoothly at him before looking at Sora –spotting her quirked lips.

"What ya grinning at?"

The girl just shook her head, unable to stop smiling. Before Taichi could ask anything else, a bright voice was heard from behind her, making her turn around.

"You coming or what?"

The honey-eyed girl noticed the two boys and waved cheerfully at them "Hey Matt, hey Tai!"

"Hey Mimi" both guys greeted in union. Mimi grabbed Sora's hand and started dragging her away, shooting them a quick glance. "Sorry for stealing your friend but we've got a movie to catch!"

Sora shrugged helplessly at them and waved goodbye.

Yamato shook his head as he closed his locker. "Can't be easy to be friends with her."

"Nope." Taichi said, also shaking his head. "But Sora seems to handle it pretty well. It's almost like you and me"

Yamato grinned, he'd never thought of that before. "Yeah you're right. Well it's obvious that Sora and I are very tolerant people."

"Hey! Mean." Taichi stated, shooting him a mock glare.

Yamato just laughed, happy to finally break the ice between them. At least a little. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he said, "So you wanna do something tonight, or…?"

"Sure. Ain't got anything to do anyway."

They exited the school and started to head home. "You know…" Yamato began, once he decided no one would be able to hear, "I'm sorry for that outbreak, I mean if it offended you or anything…"

There was a moment of silence as they continued walking, both studying the asphalt.

"You mean the… when we'd escaped detention?"

"Yea." The blond mumbled, not taking his eyes off the ground.

"Oh."

Yamato glanced at his friend. "That's it? 'Oh'?"

Taichi shrugged. "Well I mean it didn't exactly offend me, but you know… it kinda sucks."

"I didn't mean to push you away or anything… I just wanted you to stop insulting me…" Yamato said, staring to feel the need to defend himself.

"Yeah I know. But I don't really know how I'm supposed to act right now, y'know?"

The blond was quiet for a while. What he would say right now would affect a lot of things and he wasn't even sure of what he wanted, much less of how he was supposed to put it.

"You don't have to act any different, just… show some respect."

"I already am!" Taichi exclaimed, looking at him.

"Yeah, well… you don't have to avoid me. Or act any different."

"But I didn't know how I was supposed to act in the first place!" The brunet protested, throwing his arms out.

"Well now I'm telling you. You don't have to change. Just continue being stupid and weird and all that stuff."

Taichi smiled suddenly. "K."

Yamato risked him a glance. He returned Taichi's smile, feeling a lot better. After a while of eye contact, he noticed Taichi's expression changing. His lips formed into a pout and his eyes became big and watery.

"You're my best friend…"

Yamato rolled his eyes. "Oh geez…"

"In the whole world…"

"Don't start, Tai!"

Tai threw himself at him, nearly making the other teen lose balance. "I looooove you!" he squeaked, giving his friend a big sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Ew don't fucking kiss me you retard!" Yamato protested, pushing him away. He wiped his cheek with a disgusted look on his face, blushing. Taichi just grinned at him. Yamato rolled his eyes.

"Good to have you back" he said, smiling dryly. Taichi responded with a dazzling smile of his own.

Then he tilted his head to the side and threw his arms out.

"Uh-uh" Yamato shook his head. "You've already hugged me once"

"I didn't hug you, I attacked you," the brown-eyed boy argued, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that made Yamato wish they weren't outside were anyone could see them.

"Will you let me go already!"

"Nope."

Yamato managed to free himself from Taichi's grip and made a big distance between them just in case.

"You're so gay" he muttered, starting to walk again. Taichi just shrugged.

"How can I not be when I've got such a hot best friend?"

"SHUT UP!" the blond exploded, as expected. "What the hell happened to showing respect?"

"Whoa, take it easy!" Taichi said, laughing nervously. "I just complemented you, you can't exactly blame me for complementing people." He added, a slight hint in his voice.

"Well you sure got pissed when I complemented you" Yamato shot back, bringing that up without thinking.

Taichi didn't answer.

They silently walked home, reaching Yamato's place after about ten minutes.

-'-

"Hungry?"Yamato asked as he headed for the kitchen.

Without waiting for a response, he started searching for food. Like Taichi wouldn't be hungry…

"Yup" the brunet replied from the hall, closing the door behind him. He entered the kitchen, helping himself as he started digging through the fridge.

-'-

Taichi sat silently at the kitchen table and watched his friend making him sandwiches (he always managed to talk him into doing that, since he claimed that he himself was unable to do anything in the kitchen besides eating). He made a few comments about Yamato's apron –which was not being used at current moment- and Yamato told him to shut up a few times.

Just a normal Friday night.

They ended up watching some weird romance slash comedy on TV in lack of better things to do. It was around midnight; both boys were bored to death but didn't feel like going to bed yet. Friday nights weren't supposed to be spent in bed sleeping; you're supposed to do something! Why? Because you can. And if that means (as in this case) that you're stuck watching some useless, crappy movie, then so be it.

Taichi was entertaining himself by pointing out all the clichés, commenting one of the main character's bad haircut every now and then, constantly telling his friend what (according to his theories) would happen next, and so on. The blond was putting all his strength into keeping himself from punching his face in.

"…and now they'll both lean in to kiss each other, but will be interrupted by something and another drama will start, taking their minds off one and other until the movie ends, where they'll go back to that freakin' kiss and THEN there might be another interruption because this is comedy and that is just hilarious."

"Will you shut up!" Yamato yelled at him for the fifth time this evening. He glared at his best friend who glared right back.

"You'd rather watch this crap in complete silence so that you can really concentrate on following this unique story?"

"You'd rather have duct tape over your big mouth or me kicking your ass?"

"Second choice please, 'cause you can't do that anyway." Taichi replied, grinning wickedly.

A loud gasp was heard from his left.

"You're right." Yamato's blue eyes widened in shock of this new realization. "I'm so pathetic! I wish I had big muscles like you, Tai" he continued, shaking his head and sighing.

"OMG, that's SO funny!" Taichi exclaimed and went back to watching the movie as if nothing had bothered him in the first place. Yamato smirked at his friend's skillful imitation of anyone from Mean Girls, and looked back at the TV screen. After a few seconds he remembered that it sucked and glanced at his friend. He still hadn't commented anything yet. His mind drifting and eyes still locked on his best friend's profile, he barely reacted when the brunet slowly turning his head to look at him.

"You're staring." He stated, gazing at the blond who blinked in confusion.

"Hu-oh-sorry." Yamato mumbled, shaking his head. "But the movie sucks." He added as an excuse, shrugging.

Taichi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You think? Of course it sucks! I mean…" he looked back at the screen, pointing at it accusingly. "…it's ridiculous! It's not even a real story, it's just a fast-written, slap-dashed story line that's supposed to be funny and it's all just about them getting together! So fucking predictable and boring-"

That last word made its way out just before he was cut off.

It was a small motion. It had nothing to do with anything -that was the reason why it was surprising. It was slow enough for Yamato not to head-butt him, and fast enough for Taichi not to move.

Taichi's head tilted back against the backrest of the Ishida's green couch, due to the pressure from Yamato's lips.

The blue-eyed teen's thoughts were pushed away for the moment and all that was in function was touch, taste, smell, and hearing. There was no good explanation for his actions; the boy was simply kissing his best friend. His brain was locked and there was nothing in his way to stop him from deepening the kiss, from lingering his arms around the brunet's head and from exploring Taichi's mouth in every way he wished.

As if the strong attracting force had just been turned off Yamato pulled back, disconnecting their lips in the effort. He felt slightly numb and light-headed, his gaze swaying around the room as if he were drunk.

"Okay so now it's alright to attack people? Or did that only apply me?"

Yamato's gaze landed on the teen beside him and he looked at him dizzily.

Said teen was smiling from amusement. "Care to tell me why, dear friend?"

Yamato blinked slowly, shaking his head. "I…"

"You know, if you're gonna blame that on reflexes you can just forget it, man" Taichi added, grinning. "You could've at least got yourself drunk so that you'd have some excuse."

It finally sunk in and Yamato stared at him. Then he looked away. Taichi smirked at his realization, watching him curiously.

Yamato stood up suddenly.

"I'll go make some more popcorn…" he mumbled, and turned around to go hide in the kitchen. Taichi rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist.

"Matt" He said in a gentle voice, pulling him down.

"What?" The blond said as he lost balance and fell back into the couch. Taichi let go of his wrist and turned towards him, winning eye contact. He reached his hand out, unable to stop himself from brushing blond strands away from Yamato's face. Yamato just looked at him, waiting for his friend to tell him what he had wanted to say. As he didn't wince, the brunet just continued stroking his hair, caressing his cheek with his thumb sensually. Yamato started blushing, realizing what he was doing. He started to pull back, but Taichi's hand placed itself behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Yamato pushed him away. "What the fuck are you doing?" he choked out, staring at him in disbelief.

"Kissing you." Taichi answered, grinning.

"Why?" the blond demanded, not liking the way his friend made it sound so innocent.

"'Cause it's nice" the brunet replied, chuckling.

"Wh-?" Yamato was cut off as Taichi kissed him again. This time he put both of his arms around his neck, refusing to let him go. After a while Yamato found himself kissing back, letting himself melt into the kiss and his brain once again get locked. Somewhere in the kiss their tongues met and Yamato finally lost himself in Taichi's arms, his scent, warmth and touch.

Hysterical voices were heard from the TV, where chaos had taken over in the movie. Neither boy cared. Taichi's fingers were running through Yamato's hair as he kissed him deeply. Yamato's arms made their way around his friend's waist and Taichi pushed him down on the couch. He somehow ended up lying on top of him with Yamato's legs on each side. He intensified the kiss and rolled his hips over the boy underneath. Yamato moaned and pulled away from his lips, turning his head to the side. Taichi took advantage of this and started kissing his neck, nuzzling his face into the smooth skin.

"Get off me!" Yamato pushed him off the couch and the brunet landed on the floor with a thump.

"Damn Matt, don't be so violent!"

He sat up and gave him a questioning glare. "What the fuck, dude?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." Yamato bit back, sitting up in the couch.

Taichi gave up, not in mood for fighting. "Look… I'm sorry, okay? I lost it." He sat down beside him.

Yamato just stared down at the carpet. "But you know…" Taichi continued, moving a little closer. "…it seemed like you enjoyed it." His hand placed itself on Yamato's thigh and the blond glanced at it.

"If you liked it, then… nothing matters." Taichi leaned over, breathing along his friend's neck, sending shivers up his spine. "I liked it too..." he whispered, his hand carefully moving along his thigh on its way in to his crotch. Yamato held his breath. He could feel his other teen's lips gracing his cheekbone. "Just don't… think" the brunet breathed out, almost as a moan. Yamato shut his eyes as Taichi's hand cupped him, just about to squeeze and arouse.

"No!"

Taichi's hand was pulled back quickly, and he moved away. Yamato stared at him as if he had just tried to choke him. "I said I didn't want to! Get the fuck away from me!"

"Matt…"

"Stop!"

Taichi glared at him. "Will you calm down? I'm not attacking you, stop making it sound like that!"

"Y-you can't just come on to me like that, and…"

"Matt, relax."

Yamato finally met his friend's gaze and found himself glued to it, unable to look away.

"There's no one here to judge you, Matt. No one needs to know"

The blond teen looked at him. He knew there was no way in hell he was ever gonna give in to that. He wasn't some kind of gullible dumb-ass who could be talked into anything. He was rather the opposite. Taichi had no chance, he could just forget it.

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The following day...

"What the fuck was I thinking!? I'm such an idiot! I'm such a fucking idiot! Why? WHY! Sora, what am I gonna do? I'm so fucked up! I'm such an idiot!"

The redheaded girl watched her normally calm friend almost ripping his hair off his head, kicking various things around the room and crouch down on the floor, curling up to a ball. He wasn't crying, though she could see that he was in some kind of pain or misery. He was angry, though he didn't seem to have the strength to break or hit anything like he usually did when he was pissed.

She knew he was upset and confused. Of course it's hard to deal with stuff you really don't want to deal with. Stuff you just want to lock in and never let out again. Stuff you want to deny and forget.

She bit her lip, trying to decide whether she should comfort him or not. Many times that had only led to Yamato having a fit, and made things worse. But right now it seemed like he could actually use it. Sora made her way over to the pained boy, sitting down beside him carefully. To her surprise, he rolled over to his back and stretched out on the floor, glaring up at the ceiling. He placed his hands behind his neck and sighed deeply, looking very calm all of a sudden.

"I always think before I do shit. Always. I'm not stupid, like him." he said softly.

"I know" Sora mumbled, not even realizing she was insulting Taichi.

"Why did I do it, Sora?"

"Because you're a guy? Guys always think with their-"

"Yeah, I know. I'm very aware of your fucking opinions."

"Sorry" she muttered, remembering that she was supposed to comfort him. "Don't beat yourself up about it, Matt. So you made a mistake, big deal. Shit like that happens all the time."

"I know. But it wouldn't be so bad if it was a girl!"

Sora was quiet for a while, hesitating. "Matt, do you have anything against homosexuals?"

He stared at her. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean!"

"Well it does seem like you think being gay is the end of the world." She pointed out, tilting her head.

Yamato pulled himself up to a sitting position, not meeting her eyes. "I don't have anything against gay people, I just… don't want to be gay myself!"

"What makes you think you're gay?"

Yamato gave her a well-duh -look and rolled his eyes. Sora shrugged. "Well yeah, so you slept with Tai, but that doesn't mean anything! Doesn't mean you wanted to. Or liked it." She glanced at him and he looked away, blushing.

"Did you?"

"No!"

She sighed, shaking her head. –Denial.

"Okay, Matt. But let's just forget all these homophobic and 'I don't wanna be gay' –thoughts, and pretend that nothing's wrong with what you did, which it is also my opinion… do you regret it?"

"Yes." he said without a blink.

"Hey, think before you answer! Remember; no judging, no gay-bashing, no damn paranoia, just… listen to what your heart is saying, despite how incredibly cheesy that sounded."

The blond teen sighed and rubbed his eyes. He stared at the floor, blinking hard. "You and your stupid questions…" he muttered after thinking for a long time.

"Well, okay –let me put it this way… was it awful? Disgusting? Wrong? Weird? Scary?"

Yamato looked up. "Why the hell would it be scary?"

Sora shrugged. "I dunno, I was just trying to come up with some adjectives…"

"Oh. Well…No. It wasn't any of that." He hid his face in his hands. "That's what's awful! I enjoyed it! That's what's disgusting!"

The girl shook her head, sighing. She smiled softly at her friend, even though he couldn't see her.

"I don't think so. And you shouldn't beat yourself up about it. Just don't think about it for now, okay? Just let what happens happen. Stop analyzing."

"Fine."

"Good."

He lied down on the floor again. "You should go now. I need to sleep," he muttered, rolling to his side and turning his back against her.

Despite his rude way of asking her to leave, she stood up and nodded in agreement. "You're right. I won't bother you. But Matt…"

"What"

"Just try to remember that it's not a crime, just…"

He waved that comment off lazily. Sora sighed in defeat. "Okay. But just don't worry about this too much. Don't get caught up on it."

"Bye Sora."

"Fine" she muttered, pouting a little over the fact that the boy didn't want to listen to her preach. Not her fault that she was so smart and had many opinions.

"You're still here."

Right. She was supposed to be leaving, not standing here and pout.

"Sora!"

"Alright, I'm going!"

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Yamato's pov

Okay, so… I'm trying to overcome the freak-out part, and just move on with the getting-over-this part.

But it's not exactly easy to separate them. I mean, let's just for example start with how to move on. To move on I have to continue being Taichi's friend. Because I'm pretty sure that avoiding Taichi wouldn't be moving on. And by being Taichi's friend I have stop fucking calling him Taichi all the time –his name is Tai, dammit! Gah.

Okay, moving on. Other thing that I'll have to do to be his friend is to face him. Sadly. And talk to him. And hang out with him. Now, while thinking these thoughts I'm automatically going back to the freaking-out part, thinking I can't face him! I can't talk to him! What'll I say? 'Hey Tai, great fuck this weekend but let's just forget it ever happened and stay friends, k?' And while I'm at it, I start thinking about how Tai will act around me. If he's gonna act the way he does around the girls he –claims- has got his way with then I'm doomed! So yeah, still on the freaking-out part…

Maybe I should just stop thinking about it altogether. Yeah. That sounds good. I'll do that…

Okay, it's not working! I'm too sensitive and paranoid to stay relaxed! I can't cool down; it's impossible! I know it's not a crime to have a one-night stand. That's what he was. Just happen to know him too. Shit! What about him, though? What'll he think? Will he get hurt? Is he gonna get all bitter and treat me like some kind of ex? It was nothing! His fault anyway…

This isn't going anywhere. It's useless. I should sleep.

Why can't I sleep? Why! I'm great at sleeping! Analyzing isn't helping anyway, so why can't I stop?

RIING

What the hell was that?

RING

Oh, the phone…

I reach out and grab the phone, even though I really don't want to speak to anyone. What if it's Tai… Shit. Maybe I should hang up…

"Yes?" If it's him then I'll hang up.

"You're not sleeping."

Who's this? What kind of person would call someone just to say 'you're not sleeping'? Oh, Sora…

"You woke me up."

"Liar."

I grit my teeth. "Fine. What do you want?"

"You need to talk to me."

I ache an eyebrow. "I do?"

"Mhm"

I sigh, leaning back against my pillow again. "About what?"

"Well, let's see… there's always yours and Tai's intimate moment last night."

I frown. "You said I shouldn't think about that, and now you're fucking calling me up and reminding me of it!"

"I could tell you were beating yourself up about it, instead of sleeping like you said you would"

"So now you're a psychic too?"

"No. You're just very predictable."

"Am not."

"Are too. Like this with Tai; I knew you'd freak out, even though deep down you know that's what you wanted."

I resist the urge to argue, and take a deep breath. "Could be. But, it's not. Just because you're running around trying to be a matchmaker doesn't mean I'm…"

"Gay?"

"Into Tai…" I say, not thinking. Of course I'm not gay either, but I was going to say into Tai and then…

Silence.

"Aha."

"I'm not."

"You're not what?"

"Gay."

"Why did you sleep with Tai?"

I sigh. That's what I've been trying to figure out myself, why would I be able to tell her?

"He… I don't know."

"Were you drunk?"

"You know I wasn't."

"Did he force you into it?"

"No." I say, like she's retarded.

"Then why? Did he seduce you?"

Why am I having this conversation with her? This is none of her business! She's not my consular.

"I'm just trying to help you Matt."

She can read minds. Seriously. She just read my mind! It's scary…

"Yes, course he seduced me. It wasn't like he just said 'hey Matt? Wanna fuck?'"

"So he seduced you and you fell for it?"

I grit my teeth. Damn her.

"Yes."

"Because…?"

"Because I… ugh. He worked me up and I wasn't thinking!" I add quickly, not liking the sound of me being worked up by him. Why would I be? I'm not gay, so why did I get worked up? I'm not into him so why did I do it?

"So he made you…"

"Shut up!"

"Just like he did in the boys' room. Right? He worked you up there too. I don't know about you Matt, but I'm starting to see a very clear connection here."

Now she's mocking me. I hate her.

"I hate you."

Sora chuckles, and I hate her even more. "I think you need to talk to him."

"I think you need to get off my back!"

"Oh sure, blame the messenger!" Sora bites back, loosing her patience.

"Soon you're gonna realize I was right, and you were just in denial!"

"Why don't you get a life and stop bothering me!" I yell into the phone.

She's quiet for a moment. I know she's pissed, but I don't give a fuck. She can't just tell me what to feel and what I need to do to be happy! She doesn't know!

"That's real smart, Matt. Well, you're on your own. Good luck with that."

Click.

Girls…! They're so weird. They always have to be right and get their opinions heard! And everyone has to listen and nod in total agreement! Fucking control-freaks… probably the reason why I…

…prefer them over guys. Right. Guys aren't… at all like girls. They…

Okay, all girls aren't like Sora. There's plenty of girls that aren't control-freaks… that I could consider… being with?

I put phone away and roll over to my stomach. Stare into the wall.

"I'm not into Tai."

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Taichi's pov

I feel like I just had my cake and ate it too!

I can't believe he actually gave into me! I mean… he's like… way out of my league, frankly. According to some. According to me. He's…

Damn.

Well, whatever –I had him! You heard me; I had sex with Yamato Ishida!

Well, I sort of knew there was something there after us making out, but I never thought he'd sleep with me. Never.

Before you get all worried let me tell you that yes, I am aware of that he's probably freaking out right now. And regretting this. At least thinking he is. Deep down though, I don't think he does. I'm prepared to wait. And –if necessary- prepared to convince him. He might need a kick to get real for once and stop denying. I'm prepared to kick.

I just realized I'm sounding very stupid right now. Oh well, I'm just happy. Wish I could brag about it a little, but I won't. No one can know. If I tell anyone I'd fuck up my only chance to get this guy. If nobody knew, and if the rumor would just die down this could actually be something!

We could be friends at school and more at home. No one would know. It could work! Well okay, maybe I shouldn't get too hopeful… better to just see what comes, not expecting anything. Although I do hope I'll get some. Just one more time… Last night was just too goddamn good to be just a onetime-experience.

Too bad he's not easy. Although maybe that's why he's so desirable…

Did I just use the word 'desirable'? Man. Well, I don't know how to describe him! I mean, there's always beautiful and delicate and gorgeous and HOT… haha, he'd so kick my ass if he'd ever hear me say that! I honestly don't know what he'd do if I'd call him cute. Not that I would, though. Yeah maybe out of spite, but not for real. That's like… calling the pope queer. Whoa, where did that come from?

I mean it's like he's so much more than those words –they're too pitiful to describe him. But he's still pretty average, and that's what's so perfect about him, although he's not perfect, 'cause that's a bad thing, I mean he's got his flaws, and that's what I like too, because that makes him…

What the hell does that make him? What am I even talking about?

RING

…was that the phone? I look at the phone just as it rings again. I bounce off the bed and throw myself at it.

"You've reached the Yagami's residence, this is Yagami Taichi speaking -I hope you're honored- now what may I do you for?"

That's reflexes. Swear to God.

I wait for the reply with a grin on my face. The reactions are always the best part. No answer. But I'm pretty used to that, it is a lot of words to take in. Though it usually doesn't take this long…

"Hi. Um, it's Matt."

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dun-dun-dun-duuun...

well? what'cha think?

Reviews are VERY welcome /grins hopefully/ So pleeeeeeease share your opinions!

#taito #yamachi #digimon

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tiny-steve · 5 years ago

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unsorted bullet points abt stranger things 3

i mean first of, i was gonna give the first episode a shot and here i am, 2 days later, having binged the entire thing despite not even really liking it? so they’re doing something right i guess

(fun story: when i started the season i was like “whoa they are REALLY milking the fan nostalgia there with that throwback to the start of season one” for a good 5 minutes before i realized i had accidentally started season 1 instead of season 3)

i’m feeling quite meh about it though. last season at least attempted to expand on the universe and mix up the old character constellation, this season didn’t give us anything new. yes, we all loved the steve & dusty thing last season, you know why? because it was surprising! to reprise the exact same thing is sorta beside the point

but god i am glad the children are starting to look like teenagers, and i’m actually starting to believe the el/mike thing? that being said, for how long can you milk a teenage breakup based on a miscommunication? not for eight episodes, that’s for sure. but bless u for trying

they were on SUCH a good course with the will storyline there for a moment? gay teenage character clinging to childhood because he knows things will get Complicated when he has to finally confront adult things? i’d kill for him. but never mind, we’re just gonna... leave that there. no follow-up, no coming out, no narrative arc. that’s one way to do it i guess?

“it’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” like OOF!!! only straights would write a line like that and then just... not do anything with it

in general i got the feeling that they’re just really in love with mike and dusty and don’t really know what to do with lucas and will... but i guess we gotta respect the white straight nerd Own Voices here or something

that being said, lesbian reveal? huh i guess... i would have liked it better if i had gotten literally ANY hint in that direction before she came out. like, give us something to work with here, duffers. let steve be the clueless straight idiot he was always meant to be. maybe let robin BE a lesbian instead of just having her say it? maybe let her talk to a girl her own age just... once?

speaking of girl interaction: i really got my hopes up there in the first half of the season about el finally getting something to do other than crying, screaming and looking at things intensely, but i guess that all went out of the window with ep 5-8. better than what they did with her in s2 though, i guess

anyways

HOPPER. that shirt was about the only expansion of universe that i was actually here for. like, galaxy brains expansion. what a LOOK

other things about his storyline.... not my favorite.

listen, when they killed andreji for shock value i was literally begging them to just off a non-disposable established character for a change. like, make some REAL decisions, boys. then the hopper thing happenend and i was like, fair, i guess i asked for it, would’ve preferred it to be joyce (so she doesn’t have to bury ANOTHER love interest) but i’ll take it. and then they dropped that fucking “american” line in the post credit scene and i’m just.... dudes. COMMIT. i’m fucking begging you. is this the mcu or what

terminator dude? meh. they could have done more with that. could have done with a metal arm

the monster? gross but not scary

billy? gross but not scary

idk this has turned out pretty complainy, i guess i’m just annoyed that they’re gonna churn out a fourth season and i’m gonna watch it and it’s gonna be the same old shtick all over again when the first season was SO GOOD and they could’ve just ended it there!!

anyways here’s my s4 wishlist:

more monster-inspired interior decorating by joyce byers (stick to your brand, bros!)

for hopper to come back brainwashed with a metal arm

will finally getting a) a story arc worth mentioning and b) a boyfriend

that’s it, that’s all i need to be happy

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #under the cut

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exit-path · 2 years ago

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52. my friend came over and we heard gunshots and she was like “ooh fireworks”

53. a story about this woman who killed her husband with a frozen lamb leg

54. teacher asked him how he got the math textbook wet, “from my tears”

55. she kicked her leg up and her shoe flew off and smashed into the ceiling

56. "if you kill someone in international waters you can’t be prosecuted for their murder"

57. “BOOKS SUCK” “yeah almost as much as you do on the weekends”

58. “lets roll out” I was like oh ok so I started rolling down the hill

59. me 3yo at a petting zoo, mom “they think you’re the mommy pig”, I start throwing them

60. “omg the reason Patrick is so clueless is because he lives under a rock”

61. I was like “oh? I have a stress ball?” and it was a pear and it exploded

62. “don’t do your yoshi impression, it’s weird and you’ll make no friends.”

63. asked if I would hold his hand bc his ex girlfriend walked in with a new guy

64. sometimes i look at an imaginary camera, today the security guard came up to me

65. “YOU MET THE KID TOO?!” I have a Tie Dealer in my school

66. 6yo, in the car i was like “dad, i’m pregnant” and he hit he breaks

67. I show affection for my pets by whispering I love you as they struggle to escape

68. my grandparents met when my grandma was running away from police

69. 5yo, friend told me a "prostitute is someone who sold ice cream” so for TWO YEARS-

70. “I make jokes to make myself laugh because I know I’m funny.”

71. one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa

72. “it’s trash day tomorrow”, my brother looked at me and said “it’s time for you to go”

73. “oh well, as long as i’m not late to my own funeral” he was late to his own funeral

74. last year i bought pants to exercise in, found them today with the tag still on

75. accidentally stepped on a ladybug, froze up and slowly cradles it, it was a red M&M

76. “WELL THERE’S AN ‘I’ IN STUPID TOO”

77. “i bet i can put this whole thing in my mouth” “well we know who the gay one is”

78. yelled “drop the bass” she dropped the eggs on the floor

79. “THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE EXERCISED IN 18 YEARS”

80. started making up this huge gruesome story, the table next to us looked utterly horrified

81. My girlfriend sneezed and I accidentally said shut the fuck up

82. their atoms were near each other when the universe was created

83. SHE FORGOT HER ENTIRE BABY ON THE BUS

84. two pizza delivery guys arrive at same time, one sings Why Can’t We Be Friends?

85. THREW OPEN THE WINDOW, POOR GUY NEARLY FELL OFF HIS STEPLADDER

86. “My name’s Dean, and this is my son Bean.” “That’s my other son, Sean.”

87. she heard me clapping along to the friends theme song every 20min

88. blood curdling scream, neighbour spilt KFC chicken bucket all over his driveway

89. kid staples his hand, goes “I’m going to the nurse” and leaves

90. 4yo brother scared of growing up, scared of “drinking coffee”

91. creepy movie “Who is it?” audience dude yelled “DEEZ NUTS”

92. my poem about “my evil twin” was about my twin brother

93. changed my F to an A, “you were pissing me off this week”

94. OUR PILOT WAS LIKE “i hope you realize you aren’t on a normal flight…”

95. “wHOA THERE BUCKAROO” those could have been my last words

96. i cut him off “i wanted the asshole personality but you took the last one”

97. I’VE BEEN YELLING “GRILL ME A CHEESE” AT THEM FOR 20 MINUTES

98. i don’t consider myself hip i’m like… shoulder

99. “if you’re a ghost or some shit please leave i’m too tired for this”

100. my mom’s favorite pastime is to come into my room, insult all of my life choices

101. woman arguing at the counter, she wanted grass fed organic chicken

102. left a big air pocket so the clay would explode in the kiln

103. lady shoplifting screamed “MY BABY” as she fell on the watermelon and broke it

104. tried to break up, she said “not today, greg”

105. your iphone signs your emails as whatever you get siri to call you

106. “THERE’S NO WAY I GOT 11 MILLION AS MY ANSWER”

107. my sister was like “god i need somewhere flat to write”

108. “IS HE OK WHAT SHOULD I- fuck what was I dreaming about again”

109. left my ipod in the theater so i turned on my ipod to give me some light

110. “no need to apologize, I turned the filter off so the fish would die”

111. “you can’t buy pluto!” “who’s gonna stop me??”

112. dog shot up and ate the big mac in one bite

113. really mild-mannered usually but super violent-minded

114. “YOU HAVE A GOLDFISH LIVING IN YOUR LOCKER?”

115. went to their friend’s house wearing their horse mask

116. rubbing a stick of butter on her arm, “what’s for dinner”

117. dogs are descended from wolves, my pug farted so loud she scared herself

118. babysitter who cooked “people”

(why i did this / how i did this / bloopers)

Tumblr Post Compilation: A Masterpost

First of all, let me tell you what you're about to see.

This is a list of 118 "funny tumblr posts" taken from YouTube compilations in 2016. I tracked down all these posts on tumblr myself in Nov 2021. The post is broken up into two parts, and is available under the cut. Each of the links is named after a snippet from the actual post (effectively the "punchline"), and clicking on it brings up the full post, which you can reblog and interact with.

These posts are nostalgic to me because I watched these YouTube compilations before I came to tumblr. I recommend you scroll through these posts, as they bring up a form of humor that's rarely seen today which, I think, has almost been lost to time. Also, if you want to learn how to do this, there's some insight as to how I did this at the end of the post.

(This masterpost is a revision of this post, necessitated because the hyperlinks don't work anymore.)

1. outrageously angry man returning a lawnmower and it was our dad

2. Italian exchange student said “Look, the compressed horse.”

3. “im eminem!” “and I’m skittles?”

4. I JUST MISTOOK ANOTHER STUDENT FOR A TRASH CAN

5. he ate the reeses cup then stabbed himself with the epipen

6. “GODDAMMIT, MR. NOODLE.”

7. school on lockdown because someone put weed in the vents

8. Can’t cheat with those big ass galaxy phones

9. weirdly self-conscious about wiper blade speed

10. My brother told me not to slam the door and yell “Guess who’s home, motherfuckers”

11. drove by traffic camera 6 times thinking it was funny

12. drill sergeant made kid carry around potted plant to replace the oxygen he wasted

13. A list of things that do not offend people:

14. kid grabbed seagull out of air, all his friends were like “again tyrone?? really??”

15. “LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS”

16. drunk man proposes to tree, gets rejected

17. “i’m on my way, the traffic is just slow, i’m coming” “mom i called the house phone”

18. a kid’s phone started siri, TEACHER STARTED EXPLAINING IT AGAIN

19. “watch my stuff” what if someone comes and actually tries to steal it

20. our goats think that now whenever they pee they get a treat

21. “it’s for your own good”, mom deleted the internet explorer icon from my desktop

22. a girl called me a lying slut because I was with her bf a lot. we’re siblings

23. I watched an old couple set off their car alarm and drive away… now that i think about it-

24. Rules to learning English: their our know rules

25. a kid got expelled for pretending to be russian for 8 months

26. a girl said she had two moms and a boy started crying, he said it wasn’t fair she had two

27. when a girl changes her clothes in front of you, she hasn’t spotted you in the tree yet

28. my mom is telling me “get a good job” but my heart is telling me “marry rich”

29. my parents split after they made me. i am a volcano. follow for more geological humour

30. I’m saying “excuse me” but I really mean “why the fu-”

31. nun goes “I’m allowed to look at the menu I just can’t order”

32. Hospitals are so weird

33. handed their BLIND SON a menu and he’s like “ah… thank you… I’ll just… read this”

34. on April Fool’s his mom called to say she was in labour, dad laughed and hung up on her

35. “why do I fear bears? because Chester Zoo is 30 miles away and bears can smell fear”

36. dropped her ipad but held tight to her pizza

37. her parents faked a british accent in front of her until she was 7

38. really religious girl who told people off if they swore, gets sworn at

39. he took her to the supermarket to watch the lobsters fighting in the lobster tank

40. so i was the official shia labeouf myspace but i was in fact a 12 yr old canadian kid

41. subway thief told suitcase has “a bunch of laptops” ends up stealing a dead dog

42. “I guess working in fast food just wasn’t my cup of tea”

43. I waited until the professor handed back the papers and angrily asked where mine was

44. so i started trying to kill classmates with my mind

45. my favorite thing is ask 14/15 year old kids on dates if they want a kids menu

46. I blacked out in Disney World, woke up with Mickey Mouse putting a cold towel on me

47. “wanna date me? yes: smile no: backflip” and she did a backflip

48. “do you wanna kiss” “excuse me” he pulled out a bag of hershey’s kisses

49. when beyoncé asked all the single ladies to put their hands up I looked at my bf and

50. 7th grade, his world of warcraft friends threw him a virtual birthday party

51. “she’s the bro and y’all bitches are the hoes”

#exit talks #tumblr culture

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sunnyoldbear · 7 years ago

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Spies Are Forever Rewatch Liveblog

Act 1 part 1

I say spoilers so uh be warned

The fact I know the overture by heart is concerning Oleg is about as strong and smart as I am MMMM JOEY'S BRITISH ACCENT "Mr. Mega" Owen babe that's your boyfriend don't call him Mr. Mega Omg what last name would they have taken if they got married and it was legal? Like modern day? Curt Carvour sounds adorable, but like Owen Mega sounds badass. Carvour-Mega? Mega-Carvour? Curt please the Russian nesting doll thing makes no sense "Oink oink" I love Curt Mega so much my little Warbler boy is now a spy mmm he's hot too JOEYS MESS UP MMM YES CURT'S REACTION TO SAID MESSUP I should be sleeping but who needs sleep when you have gay Spies Owen looks done when Curt spits "Oleg, crush his testicles" "SWING BATTER BATTER BATTER SWING" boys please Curt being gay was obvious from the start honestly he’s flirting with Owen (granted he’s dating him but still, he doesn’t know it’s Owen)(well technically he does? He says it but still) “Maybe on our next date I’ll let you get to second base.” LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THIS IS HETEROSEXUAL I just love Joey Richter so much The fact that Owen knows where Curt’s ticklish makes me very happy for some reason because imagine my gay spies just having fun for once and tickling each other Oleg screaming is how I feel in class “What’s happening?” Still me in class thanks Oleg for being a clueless little shit because you’re actually me as a villain’s henchman (or henchwoman… just saying ;)) MMMMMM MARY KATE YES “It’s time to get the girl again” honey he gay and that’s his boyfriend I’m still upset Chris Allen’s not in this because Duder’s A Spy My boyfriend and I need to learn this dance “Quit your Tom-fuckery” me I’m gonna cry and I’m six minutes in so nothing sad has happened Where the fuck did Curt get a banana “We gotta blow this whole facility” CURT N O Curt please pick up your trash “The warmest hello to the coldest goodbye” omg that’s what the show did to us. Gave us a warm welcome then left us sobbing…Was that just me? “Oh Curt Mega, you’re going to be the death of me” I hate foreshadowing Literally how tf did Joey get down there? Did he just jump and get into position as the lights dim or did he just fall and roll over? Did he run down the stairs and lay there? Whatever happened I hope Curt threw the banana peel after him and Joey had to hold onto it This scene ruined my life I just realized how fucked up Curt would be. Like he watched his BOYFRIEND die because of HIM. He was warned not to put that banana peel there but he did. Whoa man. My poor baby I love him it’s okay you deserve a boyfriend that won’t do what this asshole does to you later

#spies are forever #tin can brothers #spies Are Forever spoilers #spoilers #curt mega #agent Curt mega #Owen Carvour #Joey richter #lauren lopez #Cynthia Houston #tessa netting #Barb I don't know how to spell her last name

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Write a fic about dan and phil and the babadook

oh god i knew this would happen —-A Ball-Badook by dangoghsWord count: 1850 (i hav no lif)A/N: WH Y,, also dan and phil basically go to a gay ball with the Babadook as their chauffeur/host. Also I have never seen the movie and I dont know whether he actually talks and if he does he probably doesnt have a Russian accent but uh oh well—-When it happened, it was 11:59 pm and Dan and Phil were having cuddles on the couch while watching a Lord of the Rings movie. Phil had his arm around Dan and they were very cozy, with a mound of blankets surrounding them and the faint voice of Gollum yapping about the ring. Phil was leaning in for a quick kiss when the clock struck twelve, and then…something magical happened. The TV turned to static. The windows opened on their own. Their blankets ruffled and the furniture shook.And then they watched as an odd black creature with a top hat flew in. No, not flew in. There was a rainbow going through their window, which it appeared to be walking on as if it was solid. How a rainbow was visible in the middle of the night, neither of the boys knew. The creature stepped off of the rainbow and onto the soft living room carpet. Dan and Phil were shaking more than the furniture was now. What was this thing? How did it get in here?The black creature had a pair of terrifying, round eyes, and a mouth of small teeth that was permanently open. Its hands were spindly and as black as the night sky. “Hyello, children. I am the Babadook.”The Babadook, the Babadook! What a horrific name. Dan quivered in fear and squeezed closer to Phil. “Why are you here?” Phil questioned, always calm, always collected. He was scared, but he wasn’t about to show it.“Do not wurry, my chiyuld. I am here only to delyiver you to my yearly ball.”“What ball?” Phil replied. Dan was clinging to his boyfriend and staring at the Babadook like it was an alien. Which it very well could’ve been, to be honest.“Vell, my yearly Ball-badook, of course! Come, children. Stand up,” the Babadook ordered, waving with its spidery hands. Dan and Phil were in too much shock to disobey it, and they reluctantly disentangled and got up from the soft couch, still holding each other in latched fingers. Suddenly, after the Babadook twitched its hands again, the air became a rainbow prism swirling around the boys. Red and yellow and blue swarmed in all directions, with beautiful sparkles in every corner of the living room.“Danyul, vut is yoor favoreet color?” the Babadook asked.“Uh-uh-black?”“You are lying. I can tell. It is obviously peenk, baby peenk. Color of squooshy baby bottom.”“WHAT? N-no-”“Dan? Is he right? I thought you hated pink,” Phil chimed in. “I-uh-”“Does not matter. Please stand very straight, Daniel, or else this will not vurk.”Dan quickly straightened his back in fear. The Babadook swished its finger and sparks flew deafeningly towards Dan’s torso. Phil’s boyfriend shouted over the roar of the magic, “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?” Phil couldn’t see his boyfriend anymore as he was completely enveloped in swirling glitter. “AHHH!”“What are you doing to him? Is he hurt?” Phil demanded the Babadook. If this fugly thing had inflicted even the slightest paper cut on Dan, Phil would grab it by the neck and toss it out the window.“Yolki palki, I am just changing his clothes! He is very weak boy, can’t stand a leetle discomfort!” Changing his clothes? Was this Cinderella or something? Then the sparkles parted with Dan and Phil could see him again. Except, his pajamas were gone, replaced by a lavish pink suit with a bedazzled tie. “There we go!’ Said the Babadook. "You look fabulous!” Dan adjusted his tie, blushing heavily. “Th-thank you? How-” he articulated, but was interrupted by the all-business creature.“Now, you, Pheelip. You like blue, no?”“Yes,” Phil agreed.“Okee.” And then, the magical Babadook did its thing, and there stood Phil in a dapper blue tuxedo. He had a rainbow bow tie about his neck, a foil to Dan’s sparkly. Dan couldn’t look away, because the ensemble matched Phil’s eyes perfectly.“This is amazing! How did you do that? Wait, how do you know our names? For that matter, how did you find our address?” “Eet is secret. Now, we must go, or else you vill be late.” Dan and Phil looked at each other, overwhelmed by this glorious Babadook, but they were curious as to where it would lead them, so they simply follow the Babadook to the magic carpet-like rainbow waiting at the window. It took off the black top hat it had worn on its head and gestured to the rainbow like they were supposed to just step on it. “But how does it work? What if you are tricking us and it’s an illusion and then we will fall and die?” Dan inquired. He squinted at their herald with suspicion. Why would this monster thing deliver them to a ball?“Shut up. You are a gud child, the world tyells me that, but you also very annoyeeng. I like you-”-he flicked a finger at Phil again-“byetter. Daniel, do you want to go to ball or not? Styep onto the rainbow.” Dan surrendered. “Fine!” he huffed, and stepped on the translucent rainbow carpet that stretched across the sky. Phil hurried after him, and lastly the Babadook came, closing their window behind it. They only had a moment to look out on the London skyline before the rainbow, like it was being pulled in on the other end, rushed away from their apartment building. “WhOAAAA!” Dan and Phil screamed. The Babadook simply stood stoically on the red stripe of the magic ribbon rainbow, and glared at them. “Whiny children. You make a fuss of nothing,” it remarked, leaning onto a metal cane blacker than even its dark hat. Even though the ribbon was moving at lightning speed, the three of them weren’t even wobbling. It was akin to the movement you would experience in a high-tech sideways elevator. In a couple of minutes, the rainbow finally stopped.Dan and Phil looked away from the Babadook and gasped. Rainbow columns and glorious staircases stood all around them. Guests danced dressed as colorfully as the Babadook had wardrobed them. Buffets lined the halls, where bodacious cakes of different pride flag color schemes and pizza for all resided. A disco ball refracted colorful little specks on the walls of a ….. magnificent rainbow palace. “Vyelcome to my house. A haven for everyone in LGBTQ plooss community.”“It’s…beautiful,” Dan murmured, memorizing every inch of it. “Thyenk you. Enjoy the Ball-Badook.” And with that, the Babadook bound away. Dan and Phil were both relieved to be rid of its horrid face and direly unnerved from cluelessness. “Should we…mingle?” suggested Phil. They appeared to know none of the people, and the other guests were very preoccupied with their friends and partners. Dan scrunched his pink-clothed shoulders from intimidation. “I-uh-can we not? If this is only an annual thing, I don’t want to be so preoccupied with meeting new people that I don’t enjoy it with you.” Phil shyly beamed, for he didn’t actually want to talk to the crowd either and because his boyfriend was being cute. “Of course.” With that, he took Dan in his arms and pulled him to the dance floor, where “Love Someone” by The 1975 was playing. Dan was startled with Phil’s spontaneity. How did he amaze him every time?They slow danced for a few songs, bathing in the rainbow reflections and soft atmosphere. The night had been quite wacky so far, but now the couple fekt safe and peaceful. It didn’t do harm that each of them couldn’t stop looking at each other because of their lovely custom outfits. In that moment, they were just in love with no one else in the world, and Phil leaned in for a snog and Dan leaned in too, and their lips were almo-“HEY NOW! YOU’RE AN ALL-STAR!” The tranquility was short-lived, and the calm harmonies of “For Him.” by Troye Sivan were interrupted by All-Star and the Babadook’s wretched voice. Dan and Phil broke apart, shocked. The second time their moment had been interfered with by this thing!“HYELLO MY VUNDERFUL GUESTS! VYELCOME TO THE BALL-BADOOK! IT IS NOW TIME FOR A SHORT DJ SESSION OF MY ALTERNATE PERSONA, DJ DOOK!!” tne Babadook shouted over Smash Mouth. “HYERE IS MY BOYFRIEND, SHREK, THEME SONG! ENJOY OR I WEELL KYILL YOU!”Somehow, Dan and Phil were not surprised that the Babadook and Shrek were lovers. They just grumbled in annoyance for the loud music. How long was the DJ Dook going to play for?“We might as well dance!” Phil yelled, chuckling. He grabbed Dan’s hand and twirled him round. They danced through “I’m a Believer”, “Mambo no. 5”, “Ice Ice Baby”, “Friday”, and “Spooky Scary Skeletons” before they were finally ‘ryick rolled’ by the DJ Dook. As “Never Gonna Give You Up” came to an end, Phil offered to grab them some drinks. Dan applauded the Babadook for a playlist that was simultaneously iconic and irksome. Phil returned shortly with two margarita glasses of a rainbow liquid. The bubbles inside wibbled and wobbled with the faint movements of Phil’s palms. “I’ve never seen this before. What’s it called?” Dan asked.“It’s called 'Liquid Love’. The barwoman said it was crafted by the Bar-Badook, the Babadook’s other persona.”“Uh. Okay. Toast to the Babadook?”“Sure.” They clinked their glasses, making the drinks fizz shimmeringly, and took a gulp each. What they didn’t know was that Liquid Love affected your heart, not other organs. Every emotion in it would be multiplied in power by 666. For Dan and Phil’s hearts, which were already bursting a lot more than the average couple with both love and lust for each other, this was NOT a good idea. “Whoa. I suddenly feel…extra gay. Phil, wanna climb on that chandelier and make out?”“Me TOO! You look like the hottest man on earth right now, Dan. I love your pants. Can i have them? Like now. As well, I comply one hundred percent to your chandelier concept.”——–

When they woke up, it was noon, and the rainbow of the palace had vanished. So were their gorgeous suits. Dan lifted his eyelids first to feel the comfort of blankets and his old couch. Phil was drooling on his chest. “Phil,” he whispered. “Mmmm??” Phil snuggled even closer. “Phil, it’s morning, and I don’t remember anything past when we took those weird drinks. Do you recall?”There was no response, so Dan took a totoro pillow and whacked him with it. “PHIL!”Phil opened his own eyes and looked up at Dan. He yawned adorably and stretched, accidentally hitting Dan in the nose. “Mmm… just that I felt really infatuated with you.”Dan narrowed his eyes playfully. “But aren’t you always, babe?”“Yes, but like extra.”Dan laughed. Suddenly he noticed a pastel rainbow post it stuck onto the couch. Scrawling handwriting in black ink was spurted across it. “You are byest guests I have hyad in a vile. You owe me nyew chandyelier, but eet ok. Sincerely, Babadook.”

#i wrote a 2k fic ab a fockicnc short lived meme omidgdhdh #thank u for the suggestion though i actually did enjoy writing it 😩 hopefully it satisfied ur love for the babadook #the tea #thesoftestboyes #my writing

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