#anyway I’m too fucking gay and I will not let him escape me again tomorrow I Will get his instagram or smth bc I swear this man
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Hi,, I read your posts,, and they were all sooooo amazing!! I just loved them. That's why I wanna ask if you will write prompt for me. Prompt: Remus/ Sirius first date. Both of them are nervous, and share the reason of their nervousness with lily and James. Sirius/ Remus is nervous because he is preparing for the date. While other is nervous about looks or other stuff. And then how the date goes...,, English is not my mother tongue so, pardon me if their are some errors. <3
The Last Chance
pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)
genre: fluff
warnings: hints at death
words: 3865
note: i wrote this with @ probably_wizardingworld_art on instagram. I wrote the part with remus and lily and she wrote sirius and james and we wrote the rest together. they came up with the title too.
a/n: hi! thank you so much that makes me so happy :D! this is my first prompt so im very excited. i actually had a lot of fun writing this so if you guys want to send me requests/prompts i'd be glad to try write some of them (you can send the request on tumblr or instagram)! anyway sorry this took me so long to get to but i hope you like the result! :)
Sirius was nervous, which didn’t happen often so they were pathetic at dealing with it. He needed to talk to James immediately or his head would probably explode or something. When he entered the common room they were lucky enough that Prongs was already there; he was talking to Lily, but that didn't matter right now. He walked up to them and slightly tapped James onto the shoulder, making him jump a little.
“Hey James, can I talk to you for a moment?” Sirius asked nervously, fidgeting around with one of their many rings.
“Of course Pads,” James said. He seemed a bit concerned because Sirius Black was rarely that unconfident, especially when there were people around. “Wanna go onto the roof for it?” Too tense to give a proper answer Sirius just nodded. James gave Lily an excusing look and the two boys went up to their dorm, climbed out of the window and onto the rooftop.
“Okay Padfoot, tell me what's bothering you,” James requested softly. Sirius took a deep breath before he managed to start talking at least two times as fast as usual.
“I know it's silly and I know I'm probably already bothering you enough with this stuff but… you know our graduation is only a week from now and everyone is asking someone out? I wanna ask Moony out but I'm hella nervous about it and I don't know what to do…”
“I can tell,” James muttered quietly. Not quietly enough though, as Sirius still punched his arm slightly and called him an “insensitive idiot”.
Picking up the original issue, Prongs said, “Pads, we both know you've been wanting to ask him out for at least a whole year now and I also know you always kept saying you would do it next time. But Sirius, just in case it's not clear to you, there isn't gonna be a next time. No next weekend at Hogsmeade, nothing; this is our graduation Sirius, it's your last chance to do it. Don't let it slip like all the others. Ask him to go to the dance with you; you would regret it if you didn’t.”
James was right of course, this was his last chance but that made it even worse to him. There wouldn't be enough time after this to fix the friendship when Remus wouldn't want to go to the dance with him.
“For two years actually. But Prongs… what do I do when he says no? What if he doesn't like me this way? Our friendship would become weird and there would barely be time to fix it. I don't wanna ruin everything y'know?” They tried to explain his fear to the other boy.
“Well, if he says no you can still act as if you wanted to go as friends, can't you?” he shrugged. “Even if I can't see why he should say no. It won’t be much of a surprise when Moony likes you the same way you like him, honestly.”
“And if he will refuse because well, we're two boys and there are a lot of people and dammit we both know he hates getting a lot of attention. Do you think people would stare at us? Not that I’d mind, of course, just thinking about Moony there.” They knew the anxious tone of their voice betrayed his words, but he wouldn't admit that.
“You wouldn’t be the only ones though. Lily told me that Marlene asked Dorcas out, so there’s no need to be worried about being THE gay couple. I don’t know why you think you’d be that interesting anyway.” James earned a stern look for this comment, but he just laughed at that, then added, “really Pads, you’re thinking too much; that’s not good for you.”
“Okay… I will do it. I can do that. Totally not scared anymore. And HOW the fuck am I gonna do this?” They hadn’t even given himself a moment to let the decision sink in and had already started panicking again. James seemed to find it hilarious though because he was laughing his head off.
“Sirius, calm down for fuck’s sake. If I managed to ask Lily out you can ask out Moony; he really isn’t that scary.”
“I never said Moony would be scary, arsehole.” He gave James a playful shove before he continued. “Besides, you definitely can't compare that! You and Lily are already dating, she would have been goin’ with you anyway. AND Moony would KILL me if I would make it a big, public thing like you did. Would definitely fit my attitude, but if I want him to say yes I’m not gonna do it like you.”
“Guess you're right about that. Maybe just ask him to talk in private then? If you won’t get it done until tomorrow, I solemnly swear I’m gonna lock you two up in our dormitory,” Prongs said, grinning mischievously.
“Bloody hell, Potter! You definitely WON’T do that, got it??” James just poked out his tongue at that.
“Don't worry about it too much mate, it's gonna be alright,” he assured him.
“Thanks for helping out Prongs,” Sirius spoke genuinely.
“Any time Padfoot.” The two lads climbed back into the dormitory. James went searching for Lily to continue their conversation. Sirius was alone in the room so he sat down on his bed and started thinking about what he wanted to say to Remus, just in case he would remember any of it when he actually had to ask him out.
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“So do you know who you’re going to the dance with?” Lily asked.
“No,” Remus said.
“Why not?”
“Well, it may have escaped your notice but we don’t all have boyfriends who’ve been in love with us for six and a half years,” Remus snapped.
“Geez,” Lily said. “I’m sorry I mentioned it.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Remus said. “It’s not you, I just… I’m kind of really dreading this dance.”
“What? Why?” Lily asked. “It’ll be fun.”
“No it won’t,” Remus said. “It’ll be really stupid and there will be a ton of people. I don’t know, I just don’t really want to go.”
“You’re not going?” Lily asked.
“I don’t know,” Remus said again. “Probably not.”
“What? No, Rem, come on. You have to come. it’s better than sitting in your room stressing yourself out about how you did on your N.E.W.Ts.”
“Why? It’s not like anybody will miss me. You’ll be with James. Marlene and Dorcas will be together. Peter’s probably going to ask that Hufflepuff girl to go with him and he’ll spend all night with her. And Sirius… Sirius won’t miss me. He’ll be with their date.”
“Who is Sirius going with by the way? Do you know?”
“No,” Remus said, sounding agitated again.
“Then how do you know he has a date?”
“Lils, it’s Sirius. Of course, he has a date. Literally, half the school is head over heels for them.”
“Does that half include you then?” Lily muttered under her breath.
“W–what?” Remus said.
“Nothing, nothing,” Lily sighed. “So you’re really not going?”
“I’d just be standing there alone in the corner. I’ll be even more awkward than usual.”
“You wouldn’t be alone, Remus. Do you really think we’d all ditch you just because we have dates? We’re still your friends.”
“Fair enough,” Remus said. “And thanks for the offer but as much as I would enjoy third-wheeling with you and James, it’s a hard pass.”
“Come on, Remus, there must be somebody you want to ask to the dance,” Lily insisted.
“No,” Remus muttered. “There isn’t anybody I want to go with.” But the blush on his cheeks gave him away.
“Remus, you’re a horrible liar,” Lily said. “Now spill the secret. Who do you want to ask?”
“Nobody!” Remus insisted, but his blush only deepened. “There’s no secret!”
“You know you can tell me anything, Remus. Don’t you trust me with your secret? We’ve been best friends for seven years.”
“Which is exactly why I know not to trust you with my secret,” Remus said.
“Aha! I knew there was a secret!” Lily said. “Come on, just tell me.”
“You’ll laugh at me,” Remus said. “You’ll say I’m ridiculous for suggesting it.”
“No I won’t,” Lily said. “Rem, I swear on my life, I won’t. Just tell me.”
“Fine,” Remus swallowed. “Sirius.”
“I knew it!” Lily yelled. “I fucking knew it!”
“Keep your voice down!” Remus said.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I knew it though.”
“Great, I’m a bad liar, you proved your point,” Remus said. “Now do you see why I would be going to the dance alone?”
“No, actually, I do not,” Lily said. “You want to ask Sirius to the dance so ask him to the dance.” Remus snorted.
“Yeah, right.”
“What?”
“Lily, if I ask Sirius to the dance one of two things is going to happen. One, they’ll assume I mean as friends and I’ll look like a complete idiot. Two, they’ll turn me down and then everything will get awkward and he’ll hate me and if that happens I might just die.”
“Oh calm down, Remus,” Lily said. “You accuse Sirius of being a drama queen all the time but you’re just as bad. First of all, Sirius would never hate you—”
“You don’t know that,” Remus said.
“Yes I do,” she insisted.
“How?” he asked skeptically, crossing his arms.
“Remus, a friend who undergoes a long and complex magical transformation for the sole purpose of helping you, is not going to hate you just because you have a crush on them.” He had to admit that Lily was making a pretty good point.
“That doesn’t mean it won’t be awkward,” Remus pressed.
“You know, Remus, I actually think they might like you,” Lily said. Remus laughed but even he could hear that it sounded bitter and forced.
“Lily, please,” Remus said. “Maybe he won’t hate me but they definitely do not like me. Not the way I like him.”
“Why not?” Lily said. “I was right about you liking him, wasn’t I? So who is to say that I’m not right about them liking you?”
“Lils, have you seen Sirius? He’s way out of my league. They literally have no reason to look at me like that.”
“Remus, you do not give yourself enough credit, honestly,” Lily sighed. “So how long have you liked them?”
“Since the start of fifth year,” Remus said, not meeting her eye.
“That’s almost three years,” she said.
“It is,” Remus sighed, still not looking at her.
“Remus,” Lily started, “I really think you should talk to him.”
“Lily—”
“No, Remus, listen. Do you trust me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Bitch,” Lily said, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.
“Kidding,” Remus grunted.
“So talk to him,” she insisted. Remus hesitated.
“What if he already has a date?” he asked.
“Ask them,” Lily shrugged.
“And if they do?”
“Hmm I think you know exactly what you’re going to do if Sirius already has a date and you don’t need my advice at all so I would like to propose the alternative,” Lily said. “What if he doesn’t have a date?”
“I—” Remus buried his face in his palms, “I don’t fucking know.”
“Hey,” Lily said, gently. “It’s ok. Everything will be ok, regardless of what happens, Remus. I promise.”
“I don’t want to lose him,” he said, quietly.
“You won’t,” she said. “Remus, look at me.” He did. “You won’t. You know it as well as I do. You won’t lose him, no matter what.”
“Ok,” Remus sighed. “So I guess I’m asking Sirius Black to the dance.” He felt a flutter in his stomach as he said it. He was really going to do it.
“I guess you are,” Lily said, smiling.
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Remus walked into the dorm and found himself alone with Sirius, who looked up as he came in.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.” Ask him, said a voice in his head. Lily’s voice. It was his chance; the dorm was empty, it was just the two of them. He needed to stop putting this off.
“So, um… do you have a date to the dance yet?” he asked timidly.
“Nope,” Sirius said, looking back at the floor. “Do you?”
“No,” Remus replied. “So the Sirius Black doesn’t have a date to the dance yet?” Remus added, trying to relax. Just talk, he told himself, just talk to him like you normally would.
“How’d that happen?” Sirius shrugged.
“I don’t know,” they said. “I just didn’t really fancy any of the people who asked me.”
“Is… is there someone you wanted to ask yourself?” Remus asked, heart racing in his chest. Sirius hesitated a moment before answering.
“Yes,” he said slowly.
“So why didn’t you?”
“Same reason as anybody, I suppose. I didn’t want to be turned down.”
“Pfft like anybody would turn you down,” Remus said.
“I will ask him, though.”
“When?”
“Within the next five minutes probably. What about you? Why don’t you have a date?” Well, here it goes.
“I’m hoping to,” Remus said. “Soon enough.” Maybe it was his imagination but Remus thought he saw the spark leave Sirius’ grey eyes, the smile faltering slightly on his lips.
“So who’s the lucky lad or lady who’s swept you off your feet?” Sirius asked. Suddenly some gusto of bravery possessed Remus and he took a step towards Sirius.
“Well, you know them,” he said.
“Do I, now?”
“Yep,” Remus said. “He’s in this room right now.” Sirius’ eyes darted in every direction but found Remus again when they realised that there was nobody there but the two of them.
“Wait,” Sirius said, realisation growing in his eyes. “Are—are you trying to ask me to the dance?” Remus gave a small nod.
“That,” he said, “and tell you that I… I’ve liked you for a long time now.”
“No, no, no, you can’t do that,” Sirius said. Remus ducked his head, feeling the tears filling his eyes. He knew it would end like this. It was stupid to cry when this was exactly what he had expected. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.
“Sirius, I’m so, so sorry. I never meant—”
“I was just about to ask you to the dance!” Sirius said. “You totally stole my moment!”
“I— what?” Remus said, looking up. “You… you were going to ask me to the dance?”
“Yes, I’ve been trying to all day,” Sirius said. “But I kept stalling until James told me to suck it up and just do it already.”
“Wait, I— wha— I’m so confused,” Remus said, trying to get a hold of the situation.
“You… you wanted to ask me to the dance?”
“Yes, Remus,” Sirius said, taking his hand in their own. “I wanted to tell you that I… I’ve had a crush on you since we were like fifteen and… nothing would make me happier than to go to this dance with you.”
“Really?” Remus asked.
“Yeah,” Sirius said, wiping the tears out of Remus’ eyes with his thumb. “But then you got there first.”
“Maybe next time try to be a little bit faster then,” Remus laughed.
“Fine,” Sirius said, grinning. And then before he knew it, Remus was being kissed by Sirius Black. Sirius had closed the gap between them, kissing Remus firmly on the lips. And for a moment, Remus couldn’t breathe. Because this was too good to be true. Far, far too good. Sirius wanted to go to the dance with him. And he wanted to go to the dance with Sirius. He was going to the dance with Sirius. He’s kissing Sirius right now.
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For the fifth and last time, Remus checked his reflection in the mirror. It hadn’t changed within the last few minutes of course, but he was nervous, really nervous.
“Calm down Remus, you look good.” It was James. He had just come out of the bathroom, finally wearing his suit too.
“Really Moony, you’re worrying too much,” Peter assured him.
All of them had decided to wear a simple, black suit but somehow they’d still managed to look completely different. Maybe it was the fact that James was wearing a normal tie, Peter was going for a bow tie and Remus himself had just left open the top two buttons of his shirt. Remus didn’t know what Sirius was going to wear, as they dressed with the girls to avoid Remus seeing him in his outfit before he was supposed to.
In less than a minute James and Remus were supposed to meet their dates in the Gryffindor common room so the three boys decided to get down there and wait for them.
As soon as they reached the common room the door of the girls’ dormitory swung open and Lily started walking down the stairs in a beautiful, emerald green, backless dress, followed by Sirius and Marlene.
Remus thought he’d faint when he saw Sirius’s outfit. He was wearing a DRESS. And they looked absolutely stunning in it. The dress was a beautiful dark blue and floor-length with a plunging V-neck and a split skirt, and he was wearing a goddamn underbust corset. It was breathtaking. He only noticed he’d been staring a bit long when Sirius was standing right in front of him, staring right back, lips slightly parted. They swallowed visibly before he said, “You look good Moony.”
His face was probably deep red, but somehow he still managed to say something.
“And you look absolutely marvellous in that dress.”
Was that possible? Sirius Black, blushing? Apparently, it was and it was cute.
They had to be at the Great Hall any minute now, so Remus took Sirius’ hand and they all started leaving the common room.
When they arrived at the Great Hall they saw that it had been entirely transformed for the event. The long house tables that were usually in the middle of the room were pushed against the walls and held a large variety of food, snacks and drinks, leaving the middle clear for students to dance. A big banner reading Class of ‘78 was strung against the back wall of the hall and there was music playing although where it was coming from remained a mystery.
Marlene and Peter spotted their dates already in the room and hurried to greet them.
“May I have this dance?” James asked Lily, kissing the back of her hand. Lily rolled her eyes but Remus noticed her blushing slightly.
“No, Potter, I came with you so that I could dance with somebody else,” she said sarcastically. “Of course you can have this dance. Come on.” And she dragged him onto the dance floor, leaving Remus and Sirius standing by the door.
“You wanna get something to drink?” Remus suggested, trying to delay the moment when he had to dance in front of everybody and make a fool of himself. Why had he come to this dance again?
“Yeah, sure,” Sirius said. They stood by the drinks table, drinking juice (yes, juice) and talking for a while but Remus saw Sirius looking wistfully at all the dancing people.
“You’re going to make me dance, aren’t you?” he said.
“Oh come on we have to dance a little,” Sirius said. “It is a dance after all.”
“But we both know that I cannot dance. Like at all.”
“Come on, babe, dance with me please,” Sirius pouted.
“Babe?” Remus said, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Um, I-I mean… uh…” Sirius stuttered, his cheeks flushed. They put their head on Remus’ shoulder, hiding his face. “Sorry.” Remus kissed the top of Sirius’ head, lingering to smell Sirius’ hair.
“Don’t be, I… I like it,” Remus said, blushing hard.
“You do?” Sirius asked.
“Yeah.”
“Ok. So will you dance with me?” Sirius asked hopefully. Remus hesitated a little before answering.
“Yeah,” he said. “I will.” And he took Sirius by the hand and pulled them into the center of the Great Hall.
Remus was right, of course. He could not dance. But he was trying. The more upbeat the songs were the more difficult but as soon as a slow song came on, Sirius wrapped him in their arms and took the lead, making it significantly easier to dance but also significantly harder to breathe.
Right now they were dancing in each other’s arms, swaying slowly to the music. Remus closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Sirius’.
“I love you, you know,” he said. “I’m in love with you.” Sirius stumbled on his feet and stopped moving.
“Really?” they asked. Remus froze, realising what he had said.
“Uh I–I mean…” Remus stuttered, “that depends, is this a good or bad reaction?”
“Good,” Sirius said, quietly. “The best.” And then he kissed Remus. There, in the middle of the great hall, in front of all their friends and all their classmates and all their teachers, Remus and Sirius stood, kissing each other like their lives depended on it, like they needed the other more than they needed oxygen. And at that moment, at that moment that Remus' lips connected with Sirius’, at that moment that Sirius slid their tongue into Remus’ mouth and pulled him closer, at that moment Remus didn’t have a care in the world. He didn’t care that people were watching, he didn’t care that he might fail his examinations, he didn’t care about the war waging outside the walls. All he cared about was Sirius and the feeling he had when they were together. As long as he had Sirius, nothing else mattered.
When they broke apart, Remus’ breaths were shallow. He held Sirius close, their foreheads pressed together, his arms around Sirius’ neck as Sirius’ hands cupped Remus’ face.
“I love you too,” Sirius whispered. He could’ve yelled it, could’ve made a scene. The whole room was watching them anyway. But this wasn’t just something for attention, Remus knew. Sirius meant it. They meant what he said. He really meant it.
“I thought you would hate me if you ever found out,” Remus said, not moving away.
“Well, then you’re an idiot,” Sirius said, “because I could never hate you. Not even if I tried.”
“Me neither,” Remus said. “I could never hate you either.” Remus knew it was true the moment he said it. But despite that, the universe decided to put him to the test. It was barely four years later when Remus was desperately trying to fall out of love with Sirius, to hate him. Because how could you love your best friend’s murderer? You shouldn’t. But apparently, he could. It took another twelve years for Remus to be able to admit that he had not hated Sirius. Not really. He thought back to the day he told Sirius that he could never hate them. He wasn’t lying that day. Remus was unsure of many things these days. Everything seemed rocky and unstable. Anything good could disappear at any moment and more often than not it did. But this he was certain of, without a shadow of a doubt: for as long he lived, he would be in love with Sirius Black. And nothing could change that.
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Call Me
Okay so I want to throw this little bit out into the universe of one of my favorite instances of Jasper I've written. Context: He's a host for a dinky late night radio show and he has like... 10-15 listeners max and David is one of them, a college student who Can’t Sleep even between classes and his job, so he’s up late late listening to Jasper’s show. He calls in sometimes because Jasper is always offering advice and encouraging people to call in and chat, specifically about LGBTQ topics and David finds comfort and encouragement in their chats. They’ve been talking for a while but he still goes by the name Red.
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“Alright you night owls, this next one goes out to my long lost buddy, Red.”
David looked up at the radio in surprise, his pencil stilling on the page.
“It’s been a while since we’ve heard from ya and we miss you dude. And I’m gonna get hella gay up in here, but that’s on brand for me, I miss you.”
David’s breath caught in his throat painfully, his heart hammering.
“So I hope you catch this, give us a call, let me know how you’re doing buddy I’m dyin’ here, don’t leave me hanging. Cause I’ve got a question for you and you wont know what until you gimme a ring. Yes I’m gonna be that guy. So call. Please.”
The music picked back up, and true to Jasper’s word, Blondie’s Call Me started playing.
The pencil had slipped from his fingers without realizing as David tried to decipher all of that, especially that last, sincere please. Jasper missed his calls? Maybe he was just worried because David had dropped off so suddenly. It had just been too nerve wracking once he realized he was crushing on the radio host. But what could Jasper possibly want to ask him? Was it good or bad?
He was still nervous and the idea of calling in downright terrified him now, but… he at least owed it to Jasper to let him know he was alive. It must have looked bad, for him to be consistently calling about once a week and then suddenly stop with no warning, going on nearly two months of silence now. Jasper was always so nice and seemingly happy to talk to him, he must be worried. Gosh, now he had to call, he felt terrible.
David had to take several steadying breaths and about twenty good minutes to work up the nerve, but he managed to eventually press call, hands shaking as he listened to the phone ring.
“What’s up caller you’re live, how’s it hangin?”
“Um, hi...” he said quietly.
He heard a soft intake of air and a shuffle. “That you Red?” Jasper asked, sounding hopeful, the excited smile evident in his voice.
“Y-yes, it’s me,” David replied.
“Aw, buddy, good to hear your voice again man, I was gettin’ worried bout you.”
“I’m so sorry I- just- life, you know?” David hedged, feeling even more guilty because he couldn’t give an honest explanation.
“I feel that, it’s cool dude, it’s just good to hear from ya. I assume you heard my call out?”
David’s heart started beating faster, so, so antsy. If it weren’t for the guilt of worrying Jasper he probably wouldn’t have had the guts to call, but he could still be a wreck about it, easily. “Yes, I did. You... had a question?”
“Yeah! You don’t mind me askin’ live?”
“Um, sure, that’s fine,” David said nervously. It couldn’t be too bad if it was something Jasper could ask on air. Right?
“Sweet. So. Last we talked your rough waves from the coming out thing were settling. You found a boyfriend yet?” the radio host asked casually.
David eyebrows shot up in surprise, his face going so very red and he was so very grateful this was a phone call, not in person because that would make it ten times worse. “Um- n-no, I- I haven’t… um, no,” he stammered uselessly. Why was this the topic??
“Awesome!” Jasper said in delight, leading to an awkward pause. “Wow fuck that sounded hella mean I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Cheese and crackers, foot in mouth Jasp, good one. Anyway! I just meant because- like, stop me if this is too weird, or hang up on me, but I was wondering if I could like… take ya on a date?”
David’s heart stopped in surprise, the blush that had just started receding coming back full force. His stomach whirled in a mix of dread and excitement, trying to go one way or the other as his brain stalled for a good long moment-
“Red?”
David sucked in a breath. “Is- are you- are you serious?” he asked softly, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
“Course dude!! I wouldn’t fuck around with you like that, hell no! I’m for super serious!”
“But… we’ve- you- you don’t even know what I look like,” David stammered, trying to find reason to turn him down, but so, so desperately wanting to say yes. He felt stupid for saying it the second it left his mouth, Jasper didn’t seem at all the type to place a lot of importance on appearances.
“I don’t need to! I’m sure you’re rad as hell, but I’m not a looks guy, okay? I like your personality, and I love shootin the shit with you, and you’re super nice. That’s the kinda stuff I’m into, and if you’re hella cute, which I’m sure you are, that’s a bonus!”
David stared down at his desk for a long moment, his thoughts a mess, one hand over his mouth as he took this all in. He had to take a moment to pinch the soft skin on the inside of his arm to decide that this was really happening and he hadn’t passed out at his desk into some dream where his crush happened to reciprocate-
“Reeeddd?” Jasper teased softly after another long pause, bringing him out of his panic spiral. “No pressure my dude, you can say no.”
“Yes,” David blurted shakily.
“Yeah??” Jasper asked, his voice picking up in obvious excitement and relief, despite his apparent brace for a rejection. “For real?”
“Y-yes, I’d… I’d like to,” David said softly, his face still red.
“Aw man, awesome, shit. Okay uh- no PI on air so uh- I go off air at 3, you’re usually up pretty late, yeah? Think you’ll be around?”
“Yes, I should be.”
“Supes, call back when you hear me sign off and we’ll hash stuff out, okay? Or at least do personal numbers to talk during the day.”
“O-okay,” David stammered, his mind whirling. “I’ll do that.”
“Sweet. Okay man, you sound a little wigged out so I’ll let you get back, and I will be counting the minutes til sign off,” Jasper teased.
“Okay, um, talk to you later? Bye.”
“Ta-ta for now!” Jasper sung.
David disconnected the call, his pulse still racing as he listened to Jasper on the radio once more, turning the volume back up just in time to hear.
“Oh my god, wack, holy shit you guys he said yes- fuck he’s probably listening and I sound like a giant goober- hi Red! Okay, anymore callers before we go back to music? Holy shitballs.”
A quick, incredulous laugh escaped his mouth before David could stifle it, his chest swirling with fear and elation. Jasper- Jasper had asked him on a date- and he sounded just as rattled as David felt. That helped a little to know it wasn’t just him- Jasper had just been loads better keeping a cap on his nerves while they were talking.
“You’re up caller!”
David came back from his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice, one of Jasper’s other regular callers.
“Oooooh Jasper asked a boy on a daaatteee~” she teased in delight.
“I know oh my god dude I’m still weak from it, I didn’t wanna mess up with Red but I like… really want to meet him and take him out, especially once he stopped calling? And no offense Red if you’re still there it’s TOTALLY cool cause that woke my ass up! Holy shit I still can’t believe he said yes.”
David listened all throughout the rest of Jasper’s show, all thoughts of homework lost as he leaned his elbows on the desk, hands clasped in front of his mouth. Anticipation made his nerves spike again while sitting through Jasper’s familiar sign off, where he bid goodnight to his listeners and started the after hours playlist. David waited a minute before taking a deep, deep breath and pressing the call button.
It rang only once before the line picked up, and a hopeful voice answered. “Red?”
“H-hi Jasper,” he replied.
“Hey dude! Hey, sorry to put you on the spot like that but- y’know, I figured it would be less creepy to everyone to just be upfront and ask you, instead of being like ‘hey call me after hours hoohoo wink wink,’ ya dig?”
David stifled a giggle, smiling. “I understand. It probably would’ve made me more nervous to have to wait that long, wondering what your question was,” he admitted.
“That too! I wanted to just… put it out there, figured it’d be best. So! You’re really cool with going on a date?”
“Yes, I… I’d like that. To meet you,” he added softly, flushed.
“Rad, okay, nice. So let’s just exchange numbers for tonight? I know you might not sleep anyway but it’s friggen late and I don’t want to keep either of us up too long.”
“That sounds good, I don’t want to keep you up either,” David replied. He gave his number first when Jasper gave the go-ahead, listening to the other man hum as he typed it into his phone, and a few moments later David heard a buzz near his ear.
“I just shot you a text so you have my number and can add me.”
“Got it,” David replied, pulling the phone away briefly to see a text notification at the top of the screen, a short string of peace sign emojis that made him smile.
“Awesome sauce. Well- shit, I’m really excited but again, we can talk later. Try to get some sleep, okay dude?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned and losing his usual casual tone. “I worry bout you.”
David smiled, touched by the thought. “I’ll try.”
“Okay, I’ll text you sometime tomorrow- today, whatever, much later. Give you a chance to snooze. Night Red, and thanks for- you know. Thanks. Night!”
“Goodnight Jasper, and thank you too,” he replied softly.
“No prob, catch ya later.”
David pulled the phone away and ended the call, his heart still hammering as he tried to comprehend everything. But he decided to pack it away for later, turning off the radio and closing the long abandoned textbook. Hopefully he could get a few hours of sleep and be a tiny bit more composed when he next spoke with Jasper.
Doubtful, but it was a nice thought.
#camp camp#cc david#cc jasper#jaspvid#ellowrites#but for real this is like#the most best i've ever been able to channel my vision of jasper?#when they meet for their date he's wearing that stupid bowling alley carpet shirt and i just#god it's so jasper#also a great example of me abusing the dash symbol#but it's my staple#also mentioning way too often about the state of david's heart but he's a sleep deprived nervous wreck SO
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American Dream
Genre: angst with a happy ending/fluff
Pairing: romantic Dukexiety
World: just-out-of-high-school AU
Content: homophobia, threatened abuse from parents (no actual violence), extreme cold, getting kicked out, minor religious talk, getting outed, AIDS and death mention, fluffy Dukexiety because my heart needs it.
Word count: 2.3k
Comments: She doesn’t have Tumblr, but I need to give a shout out to my kiddo for proof reading and beta-ing most of my fics. She pushes me to write more, and even if she won’t see this, I just need to say it.
This fic is inspired by the song American Dream by MKTO.
Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…
The night coolness spread through Virgil like a sickness. It was unforgiving, toxic, seeped with the memories of the evening that curled through his stomach in dark tendrils. Below his bare feet, the sidewalk burned in the way that only ice does, small pebbles digging into his soles. He would do anything for socks. God, why hadn’t he grabbed socks?
Probably for the same reason he hadn’t grabbed shoes.
Please pick up, please pick up, c’mon, pick up already!
His eyes hurt. They already burned with unshed tears that he’d still been too scared to release, and the cool air didn’t help. Crying on the street was a vulnerability he wasn’t ready to face. His lungs burned. He’d been sprinting non-stop for who knows how long. His own panicked gulps for air and the all-too-loud hum of a blinking streetlight were the only sound on the silent street. Virgil had been watching the moths swarm at the fixture for who knows how long, finding odd solace in the fact that at least there was still some life in the darkness. They were still alive, untouched, same as they were yesterday and probably the same as they would be tomorrow, unfazed by the complete turmoil his life had become. And that was somewhat comforting.
“Virgie, you okay? It’s almost midnight!”
Thank fucking god. He opened his mouth to speak, to explain to Remus what had happened. Obviously, Remus would care. That wasn’t a doubt in his mind; that was the only reason he wasn’t anxious as all fuck right now… about the call, that is. He was anxious about approximately everything else. But as soon as the first noise made its way past his lips, the first utterance of a plea for help, everything that he’d been holding back burst forth like a broken dam. He clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the loud sobbing that he suddenly couldn’t contain.
“Shit. Virgil, what happened? I’m coming over. Are you at home?”
That’s the issue. “No,” he gasped, mildly surprised he hadn’t crushed the phone with the way his grip tightened, “I got kicked out.”
“What the fuck?!”
Virgil flinched. “Can… can you come p-pick me up? I’m at the corner of Jackson and Pullard. Please, please, come get me…”
“Yes. Absolutely. I’m on my way. Stay there, okay?”
Virgil hung up reluctantly after agreeing, not wanting his boyfriend to drive while on the phone, even if Remus gladly would have done it. In fact, he’d used to do it all the time; text, eat, do his makeup, all while cruising down the freeway. He’d only put a stop to it when he saw how much it affected Virgil.
He counted down the minutes on his phone, always having been nitpicky with times, knowing that it shouldn’t take Remus more than ten minutes to get there. If he remembered correctly where he was at the moment, that is. Remus had gotten kicked out of his parents’ house in his senior year of high school after a bad fight. They’d never really been great parents, always showing favoritism towards his brother (amongst other things), and he was more than willing to leave. Virgil had tried to beg his parents to let Remus stay with them, but they’d downright refused, calling him a bad influence and a string of other insults that Virgil didn’t even like to think about. God forbid what would happen if they found out the two were dating.
…Well, they did now. And God hadn’t exactly forbidden what they’d done.
But Remus hadn’t had a solid place to live since it had happened almost a year ago. He couch surfed for a while, bouncing between some old friends who had now gone off to college, or just lived in his car. He’d made it work, and had claimed to Virgil that he actually didn’t mind it that much. If he was telling the truth, Virgil wasn’t sure. He’d saved up some money and bought an inflatable mattress that filled up his back seat area, and Virgil was able to give him his family’s old camping stove by convincing them they lost it. It’s not like they’d gone camping since he was a kid, anyways. Last he’d checked, Janus was home for break and Remus was staying with him for the two weeks he was in town, but those two weeks were probably pretty close to done. Unfortunately, Virgil and Janus had never gotten along, so Remus didn’t bring him up. It was a mutual understanding.
As soon as Remus’ car pulled up to the curb, ten minutes on the dot, Virgil basically flung himself into the passenger seat. The car was warm, so so warm, he almost cried again, this time in relief. Remus pulled back onto the road as soon as he was buckled on.
“Vee, what happened?” It wasn’t hard to guess, there were only so many reasons his parents would have to kick him out. He’d narrowed it down to his parent’s finally having it with Virgil’s tattoo artist dream, or… well…
“Someone at my mom’s work found my Instagram. She went up to my mom, basically started gushing about ‘how handsome I was with my boyfriend’. Specifically the picture of us at Pride from a couple years ago.”
“Ah.” Remus knew the picture well. He’d printed it out and it was pinned to the inside of his sun visor.
“Yeah. Mom called my dad, they were both waiting when I got home. Had screenshots and everything. They grilled me about ‘dishonoring God’ and ‘throwing away my life’. Said I was gonna get AIDS. Die before twenty five. Ya know. The whole lecture.”
Remus didn’t. Surprisingly, him being gay was not a concern of his parent’s. His brother was gay too, and they didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He nodded along anyways.
“They went on for so long. It was insane. Then they dropped the whole ‘you’re not our son’ thing-” Virgil’s voice cracked, but he swallowed around the lump in his throat and continued, “I figured this is where it was leading to, them kicking me out? I thought they’d give me time to pack, though. Except my dad started getting physical-”
“HE WHAT?!” Remus was tempted to turn the fucking car around and drive to Virgil’s house, just to give his parents a piece of his mind. He was fuming; fuck, he hadn’t been this mad in a while.
“Relax, Rem. I got out before he could actually land a hit. That’s why I don’t have anything with me. I had to run.”
“Doesn’t make it any better.”
“I know.” Virgil pulled his feet up onto the seat cross legged, trying to rub some feeling back into them. Luckily, they weren’t bleeding, just cold as hell. That was one less thing to worry about. “Thanks for picking me up.”
“Of course, Vi,” Remus’ voice had taken on a softer edge that he rarely allowed anyone to see, and he reached over to take one of Virgil’s hands into his own, “Speaking of which, why were you on Jackson? That’s, what, three miles away from your house?”
“When I say I ran, I mean literally. I was scared they would follow me.” Virgil shrugged, as if the statement wasn’t the most heartbreaking thing Remus had ever heard. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, I just ran. That’s why it took me so long to realize I should call you.”
Remus sighed, letting his thumb run against Virgil’s knuckles. “You don’t have to act all brave, Vi.”
“I don’t think I ever saw you cry when you got kicked out.”
“That’s because I didn’t love my parents. I honestly didn’t. I know your parents mean a lot to you. And I’m sorry it went down like it did.”
It was the truth, but he honestly didn’t want to think about it right now. What kind of loving family kicks out their child? Virgil took a shaky breath in and mumbled, “Can we talk about it tomorrow?”
“Okay. Let’s talk about something else. What’s our plan?”
Virgil was quiet for a long moment, as if deep in thought. He watched the scenery fade from his suburban area of town to the darker, rural parts of the town’s edge, not knowing or caring where they were driving. The escape from street lights was nice. “Why do we need a plan?”
Remus’ eyebrows shot up at the sudden playful tone in Virgil’s words. “Oh?”
“I mean, is anything really holding us here?”
“My, my,” Remus crooned, pulling into an empty lot and parking in the furthest spot from the street, “I thought I was the impulsive one.”
“I’m serious, Rem!” Virgil laughed, swatting lightly at Remus’ hand. The happy sound was like music to his ears. “I’m dead serious! What’s keeping us here?”
“Patton? Logan?”
“Both across the country. And you know they’re considering staying there when they graduate.” Janus’ name was an understood thing. They both knew his school was barely an hour from the other two. Even if Virgil couldn’t stand the guy, he knew that Remus and Janus went far back. Judging by Remus’ slowly brightening expression, he could assume that Janus would probably be down to stay there as well.
“Work?”
“I work at Walmart. They won’t miss me. Try again.”
Remus scrunched his eyebrows almost thoughtfully, even though this was maybe the easiest decision he’d ever had to make. Plus, they both knew Remus didn’t really ‘think’ in general. “It almost sounds like you want to take a roadtrip, my little emo.”
Virgil scrunched his nose at the nickname, but let a wider smile spread across his tear stained cheeks. “I kind of do.”
Remus shut the car off, turning to his boyfriend with a shit eating grin. “I like this new side of you.”
“Well…” Virgil’s voice turned sheepish under the almost cheshire cat level expression, “Should we?”
“Let’s make up our minds tomorrow.” Remus stated, gesturing to the mattress behind him, “Sleep for tonight. You must be exhausted, coming up with ideas like this.”
Virgil grumbled under his breath, something about ‘not being a baby’, but clambered into the backseat after Remus, double checking the locks on the doors as he went. The air mattress was comfier than he thought it would be, and it was only made better when Remus pulled him in like a teddy bear, tugging a blanket over them. They both sighed in contentment, then promptly burst out laughing at the synchronicity.
“Oh my god, what have we become?” Remus gasped, pulling Virgil in closer nonetheless. Virgil snorted in response, looking up to meet Remus’ eyes through a haze of sudden exhaustion and amusement. The laughter died down slowly as they both gave in to their fatigue, finishing the day with a slow kiss that left them both breathless. Virgil fell asleep with plans forming and circulating through his mind, the rest of the evening almost forgotten.
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His parents were at work, and Virgil knew their kitchen window didn’t lock properly, which was what led to him stuffing everything he could into a black duffel bag while Remus kept watch from his car. He wasn’t too concerned about the parents coming home, but it gave him ample time to look over the map he’d bought from the gas station that morning and plan a route. He didn’t want to admit that his leg was shaking from pure excitement. This idea had been somewhere in the back of his mind for a long time, but he knew Virgil valued his relationship with his family and liked being near them, so he never brought it up. Granted, the situation wasn’t great, but he considered this ‘making the best of it’. A twisted paradise.
He barely flinched as his trunk was thrown open and Virgil threw his bag inside before hopping back into his seat.
“Okay, so how about we drive up to Maine, apparently the sea food is legendary! Then we cut back through Ohio. There’s literally nothing in Ohio, but we can cross it off the list at least! And then-”
Virgil laughed, cutting him off, “I thought we weren’t planning!”
“Well, we need at least a rough idea,” Remus said with a pout, “What we do there and how long we stay, that’s up to impulse. I was thinking we should try to get through all the states, wouldn’t that be cool?”
Virgil could only nod, leaning forward to kiss Remus again. “Sounds amazing,” he murmured, so close they were almost touching. They’d talked to Logan and Patton earlier that morning, and they were equally as excited for the two of them. Remus had called Janus while Virgil was packing, quickly explaining the situation (and also why Remus had disappeared in the middle of the night), and Janus supported it. Made sense, since he was almost as impulsive as Remus. Plus, he was going back to school in a couple days, so it didn’t make much of a difference. That said, they still didn’t have a time limit. Their friends were just starting second semester, meaning they could schedule themselves to arrive in California for summer break, or they could spend longer on the road. But schedules are for chumps.
As they rolled out of the quaint neighborhood Virgil had grown up in, Remus reached down and took his hand again. “Say goodbye to white picket fences.” And god, the joyful expression on Virgil’s face was enough to make him melt.
By the time they hit the freeway, they were both nearly shaking with anticipation. Virgil stuck his hands out the sunroof, the wind whipping through his hair, and let out a whoop that was almost contagious. This was the start of something amazing, they both felt it.
Cali, here we come.
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Check Ignition: Part VIII
The Sobbe fake-dating Hogwarts AU that one person requested and I dove into headfirst
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Send me requests for other fics, ideas for this one, opinions, whatever! My apologies if the quality seems to have one downhill; I'll be doing minor edits for the sake of readability when I have a good chunk of free time.
“Shhh, guys, leave it,” Jens said. Everyone’s comments died on their tongues. Zoë and Moyo herded the superfluous students from the room and left as well, shutting the door behind. Moyo almost clapped a hand on Robbe’s shoulder, but seemed to think better of it in favor of a saddened smile. It didn’t really help. Robbe wasn’t sure if they ended tonight on good terms.
“We’re going to bed early,” Aaron suggested. “We have to get a jump on those damn exams.”
“Leave it,” hissed Jens.
“I was just saying, we’re—”
“Leave it.”
“It’s a good idea,” said Robbe. “We’re going to bed early.” He hadn’t realized how angry he was all week until faced with its culmination. And now—now he was tired. Stupid and single and tired.
There were still no sheets on his bed; he hadn’t gotten around to doing anything with them. He could perform a cleaning spell on the mattress if it got too bad in their absence. Whatever. Robbe couldn’t be bothered to rifle through his trunk for a cleaner blanket, so he crossed the room and grabbed the one off the fourth bed.
Motherfucker. It smelled like Sander. He really couldn’t win, could he? Robbe threw the blanket to the decimated floor and curled up without any covering at all.
“He wasn’t that attractive,” said Jens, breaking his own rule. “Had to get those roots done again.”
Robbe clamped his pillow over his ears. “Shut up.”
“We haven’t been to Hogsmede in a while. Might be nice to go tomorrow. The four of us.”
Hogsmede. Robbe’s eyes burned.
“I need to stop at Honeyduke’s,” Aaron agreed. “It’s Live It Up week.”
“I’d fancy a pint at the Three Broomsticks.”
The Three Broomsticks. Robbe was not going to cry over this. It brought him back to Sander explaining their fake love story to Zoë, all the little accurate details, all the possibility… that’s all it was. A story. You don’t like me. He cast the Muffliato charm across his four-poster before the tears started flowing. Once they started, they didn’t stop until morning.
“You don’t have to tell us a thing,” Jens said. “We understand.”
I want to, Robbe thought. He rolled over and faced the wall for the remainder of the night.
***
As much as he would love to hardcore sulk, Robbe had never been that kind of person. Sander was gone. They weren’t even together for that long, so there wasn’t much sulking warranted. He took Saturday and Sunday as unofficial off-days before exams, in that he spent them with Jens, Moyo, and Aaron, pointedly not talking about Sander. They did not go to the Three Broomsticks. Jens passed a whole afternoon in Honeyduke’s, attempting to sample every flavor of Bertie Bott’s Every-Flavor beans.
Okay, Robbe sulked. But not hardcore.
Robbe resolved that one Monday he would snap out of it in time to guard his outstandingin his five classes. What should he do? What had he learned? He could start there. Starting there was something.
1. He should never drop a class for someone he wasn’t really dating.
Robbe’s Potions exam was the first on Monday, and he went into it grossly unprepared, despite hours of common room studying. There was a large difference between reading theory and enacting what it said. Plus, a lot of his library time focused more on Sander’s eyes than on the written material.
Everyone else chopped up their beans and sprinkled them into their brews without difficulty. Robbe couldn’t remember how many he should use. In the end, he dumped a whole handful in completely whole and stirred counter-clockwise. How much could it hurt, anyway? He left fifteen minutes before the exam period was up, and the Potions master did not bother to stop him. The Drought of Living Death he prepared could probably kill the whole class, Britt and all, even if not in the way it was meant to.
Why had he stopped attending in person? What could Britt have done to him? It hit him—she probably knew the dating thing was fake from the beginning. Sander might have planned it all out to make Robbe look like an idiot.
That wouldn’t account for that night in the workshop.
Fuck that night in the workshop.
Sander waited outside the Potions classroom, his back on the wooden doorframe. Britt would be done soon. It didn’t give Robbe any satisfaction to brush by Sander without speaking—or at least, not until he saw Sander rubbing his arm in the aftermath. Robbe must have hit him with the door.
“Sorry,” he called over his shoulder, hoping it sounded blasé.
It could have been anyone there, he thought. Sander wasn’t special anymore. Then he went to his bedroom and stared at the wall over it.
2. He was not straight.
The specifics were, as of yet, unclear. He was in love with Sander, which meant he liked boys, but he’d kind of liked Noor too. Not romantically. Or even sexually. But like, he enjoyed her company.
Sometimes.
He wasn’t in love with Sander anymore, though, definitely not. Robbe figured if he told himself that at least four to five times a day, it might become a little more accurate. Two weeks was too short a time to fall for someone.
After all this, he needed to get Jens alone and lay it all on at once. Bad phrasing be damned. The boys began packing their belongings on Wednesday, after a mostly uneventful Transfiguration exam (Moyo turned his cockroach into a pair of earrings that still moved their spindly antennae—he seemed satisfied). They would leave on Saturday afternoon. Aaron tried a simple cleaning spell, Scourgify, and ended up scattering his belongings to the four corners of the castle. He scurried away to pack the rest manually, Moyo at his heels to help.
Jens and Robbe were alone. Robbe was ready to talk about it.
“Why is Moyo always here?” asked Jens, in a way that made it sound like he was breaking the tension.
His plan failed, of course, because Robbe was already speaking. “We have to talk about something.”
They stared at each other. Jens blinked.
“There’s a lot I haven’t told you,” Robbe began. “I wanted to, but it was always so complicated.”
“Uh, sure, okay.” Jens shoved a crumpled shirt into his trunk, followed by a pair of ripped slacks he could never wear to class again.
“This thing I had with Sander… it was fake to him. But, well, uh, to me—”
Jens nodded. “I know.”
Damnit, no.
“Jens,” Robbe tried a second time, “I’ve realized some things about myself recently. They kind of explain other things, from earlier, so…” He switched tactics. Who knew how long until Moyo and Aaron returned? “Do you remember when you and Jana broke up? How you found out about what’s-his-name and—”
Another shirt in the trunk. Some more destroyed pants. “Yeah.”
“Cool. So um, you should understand that it was—” It was never this awkward to talk to Jens before. Jens was supposed to be easy. Robbe folded his shirts by hand, like his mother did, and placed them carefully in his own luggage as he thought of how best to phrase this. “I did it on purpose. She was gonna tell you and I—well I said—”
“You’re not making sense.”
“I know things about myself now. Learned them. From that. and this.” Here it came, the big jump. Even though Robbe knew Jens, Aaron, and Moyo outlined a whole plan to get him and Sander together, he still worried about what they’d say when confronted with the reality of it. “Jens, I’m—"
“I know.”
No, that wouldn’t work. Again, “Jens, please, I’m—”
“It’s okay, Robbe, I know—”
“I don’t want you to know!” Robbe flopped a shirt down harder than he intended. “I want you to let me say it.” He took a deep breath. “I’m gay. That’s who I am. With or without Sander. Okay? I need you to understand that it’s like that with or without him.”
“I—”
“Don’t say you know. You’re my best friend.”
“Okay,” said Jens. “I understand.”
“Good.”
Jens closed his trunk on top of some clothing that spilled out the sides. He sat down on it to close the latch. Then he reached out and gathered Robbe into the tightest hug ever. It wasn’t nearly everything that Robbe wanted to say, but it was some, and Jens didn’t run away from him. Sexuality crisis, somewhat had. Robbe was sure there would be more later.
3. You don’t like me.
Robbe’s final exam was History of Magic. Luckily, his cramming paid off. He breezed through the questions on the first and second wars faster than any of his peers and was out the door within thirty minutes.
Most students were trapped in their classrooms for another half-hour or more. Empty corridor stretched in all directions, and Robbe didn’t have anything to do for the rest of the day. He knew where he wanted to go.
Sure enough, his astronomy tower perch was vacant. Bright sunlight dyed the campus in shades of yellow and gold, made the upper turrets appear as drawings from a children’s book. Robbe noted in passing that someone had collected Sander’s picnic blanket from its forlorn position on the roof. That made sense. Filch himself must have cleaned.
From overhead, soft music played. Robbe was sure he was hallucinating. He sat down on the sill.
Oh fuck, maybe not hallucinating. Noon cast a shadow of someone above onto the roof below.
Sander’s blanket wasn’t where he’d dropped it on night one because Sander sat on the overhang above the window. He had it splayed across the shingles, a compact player oozing the final lines of that same damn song on a loop, his wand gripped in his hands.
Robbe couldn’t escape him. Couldn’t escape how he felt about him. He could bring it under his control if he made it look purposeful.
“Hey,” he said. “Don’t you have class?”
Sander startled.
This was a mistake. Never mind. Robbe should go.
He leaned even further out the window for a better view of Sander’s setup. A stack of textbooks balanced precariously, end on end, held aloft by a complicated charm of some sort. A quill rolled down the roof and stopped as if by an invisible wall. Sander had created a bubble for his things.
“Cheers to exams,” Robbe said, a bit louder. Sander did not look at him. The music cranked itself up to mask Robbe’s voice—perhaps it was spelled to muffle all noise Sander did not want to hear. That wasn’t fair. “This is my spot.”
“You said you didn’t want to be friends,” said Sander. He didn’t sound upset. Why did Robbe expect him to be upset?
“Can you turn down the music?”
“Britt’s going to join me.”
“That isn’t really what I asked.” Robbe wondered if interactions like this would ever stop hurting. But he didn’t feel as bad as he felt last week. Or on Friday night. Maybe the finality of a no was all he needed to move on. He recalled Sander’s speech word-for-word, mostly the end. You don’t like me.
It hit Robbe in a moment of irrational bravery, when Sander’s music dialed up in volume. Their first night in the astronomy tower, together, illuminated by Britt’s wand. The CD playing in the background. Sander knew what he was wearing on a specific double-date on a specific day—there was no denying something existed between them.
And to have Sander talk like that, say it was nothing… it wasn’t nothing, not to Robbe, and Sander needed to hear it.
So he said it. No introduction, no nothing. “I liked you.”
The Major-Tom-planet song quieted. Definitely some kind of magic there.
“I liked you so much,” he said again. Now that it existed, now that it was said, there was nothing to stop him from continuing. “You can’t tell me I didn’t.”
One of Sander’s quills rolled to the edge of the bubble, only this time, it dropped out and fell the length of the tower.
“We made it up, we agreed,” Sander whispered. “I’m sorry.” He slid down from the roof, landing beside Robbe on the sill, then jumped to the floor. His belongings trailed behind him in a floating line.
Robbe stood his ground and blocked the staircase. “It’s not your thing to decide.” His voice softened. “I liked you. So that’s that. And it’s done.”
Sander scuffed the floor with his shoe.
“Good. You never have to see me again.” Robbe pointed down the stairs for dramatic effect. “I have class. Bye.”
He felt lighter than he had all week when he descended the staircase. Any lighter, and he would have missed it when Sander said, “I liked you, too.”
4. He was a jerk to Noor.
Robbe sought her out on the train home, abandoning his friends in their own little compartment. They had plenty to discuss without his involvement. Pranks and whatnot. The usual. Noor was alone in a compartment near the back of the train, a dozen or so scrolls of parchment dispersed around her. She wrote on one with a broken quill.
She wasn’t a bad person. Robbe should have just told her. The least he could do was tell her when everything was over.
“Hey,” he said, taking the seat across from her.
She looked up, surprised. “Hello.”
“You seemed like you could use some company.”
Noor blushed. “No, I—Britt’s sitting elsewhere, and I have a lot to do.”
“With Sander,” Robbe supplied.
“What?”
“Britt’s with Sander.”
“Oh, um, actually—”
Robbe wasn’t in the mood for the nitty-gritty details of whatever Britt and Sander had going on. Obviously it was toxic. Not his problem. Besides, this conversation was for Noor’s sake, not his own.
“Listen, about me and him,” he said. “I need to apologize. It wasn’t fair of me to lead you on.” He hoped it wouldn’t get awkward. The extent of his recent planning was pretty much just say it without warning and hope it works out.
“I don’t read smoke signals,” said Noor curtly. She set her quill down on the seat next to her, ink stains bleeding into the cushioning. “But I get it.”
“No, it was fucked up. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
Awkward silence. Robbe wasn’t built for prolonged chatter with anyone besides Jens, Moyo, and Aaron. The girls’ group was the exception, and only when Jana and Zoë were present. He fiddled with the beginning of a hole in his yellow sweater.
“I suppose I should apologize too,” said Noor, after a while. “That was fucked up, to say he’d get bored of you. I was a little—well, you know.”
“If it helps,” Robbe said, “you were right.”
Noor frowned. She sat up in her seat, and her parchment fell to the carriage floor. The sweets trolley passed by their sliding doorway without stopping—its driver could likely sense the tension. Robbe explained, “He’s back with Britt.”
“No, he isn’t,” said Noor. “Where’d you hear that?”
“Jana said—”
“Who would know better: Jana, or me?”
Robbe fumbled for something to say in response. Actually, now was a pretty good time to get out, before the topic became any more serious. He said, “He broke up with me.”
“It wasn’t for Britt. She helped him through some stuff, sure, but everyone knows that train’s come and gone.”
“I guess I’m just boring,” Robbe said.
“Bullshit.” Noor picked up her parchment again. She dipped her quill into her ink and began her writing anew, on whatever mess this was. Robbe couldn’t read fucking cursive. “I don’t believe it. Britt says he adored you.”
Robbe didn’t know what to make of that. There was no way he could segue into his next point, which was, of course, that their dating arrangement wasn’t real in the first place, especially after something so honest from Noor. He gave a bullshit excuse, something about chasing the sweets trolley, and got the hell out of there.
***
Robbe said goodbye to Moyo on the train platform. Jens and Aaron lived close enough that their parents parked in the same general vicinity, meaning that they could walk over as a trio. Robbe considered awaiting Sander on the platform as well. Every time he learned something new about Sander’s behavior when he wasn’t there, he got more and more confused. What fake relationship could be convincing enough to have Sander’s ex lamenting its reality?
The boys shared idle gossip on their way to the parking lot. Nothing substantial. Robbe’s head was too full of thoughts, most of them Sander-related. He wasn’t angry, or upset, or tired right now. How did knowing one little thing from Noor make a difference in his overall mood? They split off to their respective parents with casual goodbyes and a promise to write at least once during the holidays.
“Hey,” called Jens, just as Robbe opened the shotgun side.
Robbe turned back, his rucksack swinging off his shoulder. He swiped a hand across his eyes.
“Were you in love with him? Actually?”
They spent two weeks together. Two weeks, plus months and months of pining from afar that couldn’t count for much. It was supposed to last longer. What had Sander said, that day after their date? He wanted it to continue through the holiday break. And now, nothing. Robbe summarized this feeling the only way he knew how: “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.”
He climbed into his mother’s waiting car, and with that, it was Christmastime at the Ijzermans house.
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It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.
For which ever ship you want
to forgive you
part of the everything means everything verse
pairing: kurt x blaine
summary: the night before, blaine stood kurt up. this is how they forgive each other.
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He waited for ages. They don’t usually do stuff like that; go on dates and act like a ‘real’ couple should - normally they just make out under the bleachers instead of going to class, or try to escape dinner and find themselves at Scandals, the shitty gay bar on the outskirts of Lima. But it was their five-month anniversary, and, even though it wasn’t exactly a significant amount of months, Kurt does sometimes feel like they could be doing more for each other.
So, they arranged it - not anything major - just a small meet up at their park again - just wearing slightly nicer clothes this time.
And when Kurt arrived that night, nothing happened.
He waited for so long. That’s the problem when you’re in love - suddenly you feel so much more optimistic about everything. You’ve spent so long hating yourself and wishing you were living another life and then suddenly, this person comes into it and changes everything. Makes everything okay again. And then you start to think, well, if I could achieve that, can’t I handle everything else? And sometimes it just… gets out of hand.
And that’s what Kurt did - he got too optimistic. He spent too much time in that park that night, holding on to the last drop of hope until it escaped from his fingers and he was quickly filled with feelings of hurt and anger. Then eventually, he called Blaine.
“I’m so sorry, babe,” Blaine had said, “it’s just… my mom’s going on another stupid holiday again tomorrow. And she won’t let me out. She said she ‘wants me all to herself’. Not that she even cares.”
“So you couldn’t even fucking text me?” And Kurt was already shouting at him by then. He couldn’t stop himself. He was angry and it was cold, and the halterneck crop top and skinny jeans he was wearing did not keep him warm.
Blaine was hardly listening. He hung up on him.
And Kurt walked home, shivering, lonely, and wishing he had a cigarette right then.
*
Sometimes, Kurt wonders when Blaine will stop throwing stones at his window to get Kurt’s attention from inside and just use the actual front door because believe it or not, he does care about what his dad will do if his temperamental boyfriend smashes the glass. But when Blaine does it for what feels like the one-hundredth time, the sounds sort of make him laugh - it’s a reminder of his boyfriend now, how they met, how everything built up to this. And it’s also nearly six in the morning during the summer holidays, and Kurt hasn’t even been awake at this time since graduation, so his brain isn’t exactly functioning yet.
Well, he would be happier with Blaine’s appearance if he didn’t stand him up last night.
Under his breath and eyes still sealed shut, he sleepily mumbles, “What the fuck do you want?” and stumbles out of bed, duvet flopping onto the floor as he moves towards the noise. He squints his eyes because the sun has already started to rise, and peers out the window where Blaine is standing there - almost stumbling, even - with a bottle of vodka in hand and a rather exaggerated expression on his face.
Blaine sees his figure through the window, and he shouts, words a little slurred and voice cracking, “Kurt!” and his hands shoot up in the air desperately, liquid in the bottle he’s holding sloshing around precariously.
It’s almost hysterical - he’s drunk, it’s six AM on a Thursday morning, and Blaine’s there with those desperate eyes and stumbling on the sidewalk, and Kurt has to wake up more because he is going to get himself fucking hurt and it will be my problem.
But if anything happens to you—
Kurt opens the window, blinks more as his eyes adjust to the growing sunlight, “Blaine? What the fuck is going on?”
“Kurt!” Blaine shouts again, “I wanna…” he stops for a moment, searching. “I’m drunk.” he finally says, struggling to find the right words after thinking about them for a while, “Please! I’m sorry for what I did.”
He looks like a fucking mess - his hair is tousled over his forehead - his eyes are partially hidden but Kurt can still see the dark circles under them. There are stains on his white shirt, and that signature leather jacket thrown on over it. He looks a fucking mess.
How does he still look hot?
He’s stumbling more, and there is a small bit in Kurt that panics because if anything happens to him— but mostly he’s angry because it’s fucking six in the morning and he was sleeping and his boyfriend is just there, drunk on the sidewalk, and Kurt doesn’t know what to say.
He settles on, “God, what the hell are you doing out there?”
Blaine gives an incredibly over-exaggerated guilty expression, looks around himself as if to say, what do I know?
He sighs, “Please, Kurt. I need— can you… please… let me in?”
Kurt stares at him - his eyes still feel like they could shut with the lack of sleep (he was up reading until two AM) - stares at his boyfriend, can’t even comprehend him for a single moment. He doesn’t know how Blaine can do this; how can Blaine seem like a fucking loser and stand him up and Kurt still has to love him?
Because every day he wakes up and thinks of him. Cares about him. God— he doesn’t know what he’d do if something happened to him, and yet Kurt is still so aware of how fucking shit he can be.
But then he’s also aware of the pain, the hurt Blaine had to go through to be here, to be in this state, and he thinks about his own pain, too. God, he misses the time when he didn’t really give a shit about anything. And now, Blaine…
Is still standing on the sidewalk with that bottle of vodka in his hand and Kurt wants to hate him but he can’t, because there’s a pulling in his heart and it sings Blaine.
Back to the moment, and Kurt raises his eyebrows, rolls him eyes as he leans on the windowsill. He sighs, and his eyes are just focused on his boyfriend for a moment, then says, “Fine. I’ll let you in.”
*
He has to walk down the stairs quietly because even though he’d love to be an adult with complete free-reign over his life, he’s not. And his dad will kill him if he sees Blaine’s here at five fifty-two in the morning, not that he’s ever that happy with seeing Blaine over at his at all, especially after Burt knows what Blaine did to his son last night.
For a moment, he thinks about whether he should get changed but then remembers that his boyfriend is literally standing there, drunk on the pavement in the clothes he always wears and it doesn’t mean a thing, and he doesn;t deserve it anyway.
But Blaine still needs to be safe.
He opens the front door, and there Blaine is: leaning on the porch railing, so obviously drunk it’s absurd. Kurt doesn’t hesitate to grab his hand and drag him inside, muttering under his breath, “Jesus fucking christ Blaine, I actually— what the hell were you thinking?”
Blaine, now considerably closer to Kurt after he’s grabbed his arm, slurs, consonants fading into each other from the effects of the drink, “Dunno. Got bored,” he nestles further into the crevice between Kurt’s shoulder and neck and Kurt knows he’s lying. “Hmmmm,” he moans lightly out of contentment, “‘s warm here.”
“Okay, then. Come on,” Kurt says, still not being able to really believe the situation at hand, still angry at him, and hauls him up the stairs, “There’s only… twelve steps. Come on.” He says again, and Blaine has basically plastered himself against Kurt now, groaning, “‘s just… stay here.”
“No, Blaine. Come on. Twelve steps. And I’m fucking tired, so you should be thanking me for even letting you in after last night.”
“I said I was sorry!” Blaine argues back, then says, as if he’s completely forgotten the conversation, “Were you… trying to read Mrs— Miss—” Blaine lets out a humph and gives up trying to pronounce the correct word, “You were reading Dalloway again.” He slurs, and Kurt can feel his weight on him getting heavier, and god they really need to get up these stairs.
“It was only until one. Now. Come. On…” Kurt urges him again, giving his arm another tug. He really is too tired for this right now.
After a rather large amount of struggle, they make it to the top, and Kurt’s pretty amazed they haven’t even woken his dad yet. They stumble into his room, and the minute Blaine sees the bed he flops onto it, still holding the bottle of vodka. After realising he still has it, Kurt snatches it off him, says, “Why were you even up at this time, Blaine? God, even for you this is a stretch.”
“I wasn’t—” Blaine starts, words still slurred, “I woke up. At five.”
“And?”
“Was thinking about you. Couldn’t… couldn’t get back to s—sleep.”
“So you drank nearly a whole bottle of vodka.”
Blaine sighs melodramatically, “Yeah. Look, Kurt, it’s not— my mom’s not in town.” he says, as if that’s a perfect excuse. “I dunno. Then I thought of you. I’m so sorry.”
Kurt hesitates slightly, “You thought of me?”
“Yeah. ‘Bout how much I… care about you.”
“...I… care about you too,” Kurt says, as it’s hardly coherent he does - voice just above a whisper, like saying it louder would make the words so much harder to come to terms with. He knows Blaine will understand, even when he’s drunk, that those words are an acceptance of his apology.
It’s so weird, sometimes, because on the outside, around others, Blaine is just… different. And then when he’s with Kurt he’s so sweet, so soft and giving, and sometimes Kurt loses himself in it.
There are still so many hurdles to cross before Kurt can fully comprehend this - what he and Blaine have together - this sudden love that fell on Kurt’s shoulders so quickly. But it’s not a burden. Hardly anything but that, really. Every time he spends with Blaine it feels lighter, and it’s just something he doesn’t understand. How can one person make another feel that way?
They’re staring at each other for a moment, just falling into the other’s eyes again. And it’s nice. But thinking about this so deeply, this connection, Kurt finds himself becoming very aware of it. So he takes a deep breath in as if to say, anyway… and comments, “You need a new shirt. And we need to sleep. Take one of mine.”
Kurt throws a random T-shirt at Blaine, who huffs and toes off his shoes. Kurt has to help with removing his jeans and top and putting on the one Kurt has given him. Kurt doesn’t try and hide his blatant staring.
When Kurt slides into bed with Blaine he pipes up again, “Can I have the bottle back yet?”
Kurt tries not to laugh, “Blaine. You’re not having more vodka. It’s six AM.”
From somewhere inside the covers Kurt’s pretty sure Blaine mumbles, “Fuck you.” but he’s not too sure. He can’t stop the giggles that erupt from his chest.
With the curtains drawn and the sun only half seeping its way into the room, they fall asleep again, with half of Kurt wondering how he will be able to hide Blaine from his dad when they wake up again, and half of him not caring at all, just being here, wrapped in the blankets with his stupid, beautiful boyfriend, and forgives him.
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I would just like to say Bongo Smugglers killed me. I’m sitting in class giggling thinking about a Losers movie night where they have a dramatic showing of the movie. Audra and Richie are less embarrassed then they should be. It becomes an annual tradition to play a bongo smugglers™️ drinking game at Christmas.
AHH this is amazing, I just shoved two words together that I thought were funny and suddenly it’s this whole ugly 2002 sex comedy fully formed in my head. Glad it killed you during class. And yeah, they’re definitely not embarrassed, everyone’s heckling the writing and the early 2000s fashion more than anything else anyway.
Richie happily provides commentary the whole way through even though he’s only in the sex scene, waving his tortilla chip in Eddie’s face because he’s got his arm around his shoulder, hugging him close into Richie’s side. Eddie keeps snapping bites at it so often that Richie just ends up hand feeding him chips.
“Aaaaaaand... that’s the first time I touched a boob, right there!“
“Glad to help,” Audra winks.
“The exact moment I realized I was totally lying to myself. I’m having an entire existential sexuality crisis right there on camera, but can you tell? Does my fratty façade crack an inch?”
“I could tell, because you spent fifteen minutes before the scene pacing around set and chanting you can do this, you can do this, don’t throw up, you like girls, but not too much, because you don’t get paid if you pop a boner, c’mon Richard, c’mon—”
“Like I said,” Richie shouts, over all his stupid friends laughing at him, “no one can tell, ‘cus I’m a pro—”
“You call yourself Richard during pep talks?” Stan’s grinning at him sharp-beaked, like a vulture. Has Richie seen him blink even once since he came back from the dead? Not sure, not sure, make note to ask Patty to spy.
Onscreen Audra is shimmying down her low-rise stone-wash boot-cut jeans, boots with the fur, the whole club was in fact lookin’ at her. What the fuck was anyone thinking back then? Richie privately blames the Bush administration, and continues.
“You’re a great scene partner, Audra-my-deah, and I respect you for cougaring not one but two of our little balding Brady Bunch here, but you were kinda the reason I figured out I’m gay. Like, big time gay. Well, the second reason.” He rubs tortilla-salt fingers through Eddie’s hair and feels his stomach go fuzzy when Eddie kinda thrums out a low noise against him. Oh, he’s purring. Some deep down part of Richie’s caveman psyche, lodged right in the hungry reptilian nub of his central brain wants to bear-hug Eddie to a pulp, wants to Lenny him like a mouse until they both stop breathing at the same exact moment from the pressure.
Yeesh, dark!
He smooches one of Eddie’s Easter Island eyebrows instead, keeps his lips mushed there. Smooches again. “Biiiiiiig time.”
“My wife,” Bill whips around from his seat on the floor at Richie’s feet, cheeks bulging with wontons, “my wife did not cougar me.”
Eddie shushes him. Everyone else is exchanging Looks, including Audra, because she totally did cougar Bill. Good for her!
“My wife,” Richie mimics, all sing-song and bugling. “Who the fuck are you, Borat?” Eddie snorts, hard. “Turn around and watch me make sweet love to ya woman, Bill.”
Onscreen Richie is struggling out of a giant hockey jersey at the sight of Onscreen Audra’s nubile charms. Everything is lit terribly, to a Smash Mouth deep cut.
“Oh man, check out that figure.” Richie whistles at himself, twenty-six years old with muscles like long ropes. “These were the pre-gut days. Even though my diet was just Adderall and instant ramen.”
“I like your gut,” Eddie murmurs, squidging at it with the hand not shoved up the back of Richie’s shirt. He’s already looking pretty tipsy, because he told everyone loudly and at length that he’d have to be what he deemed, shithouse drunk, to cope with whatever 90 minute dick jokeathon he was about to endure for the sake of two minutes of Richie-ass. “You’re hotter than him.”
Richie preens. “I am him, dude.”
Eddie’s hand lands clumsy on his cheek, pulling Richie’s attention away from his own foregrounded bare ass and Onscreen Audra’s shocked expression, to face him. Eddie’s all unfocused, flushed in the cheeks. “You’re both hot. Him and you, I’d fuck you both. I’d let both of you fuck me at once.”
“Um,” says Ben. Mike keeps slorping up noodles, but his eyes are saucering at Bill’s giant TV.
“Hhohkaaay,” Richie breathes.
“Is this when you saw it, Audra?” Bev asks. She waggles her eyebrows at them from the muscular nook of Ben’s arms. “The famous Tower of Tozier? You mentioned in the group chat.”
“What group chat,” Richie croaks, wrenching his eyes from the sight of Eddie’s slick tongue pulsing gently against his lower lip, hanging open like he wants Richie to see inside his mouth. Yowza-yowza-yowza, this is so much better than movie-nights back in the 90s. “I never saw anything about that? And I monitor you all on WhatsApp twenty-four-sevs. I literally have nothing better to do while Eddie’s working.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Beverly dismisses him with a flick of her wrist.
Audra is nodding vigorously while Onscreen Audra tilts her head comically far to the right. “That’s when I saw it,” she says. “They couldn’t find a modesty sock that fit you, Richie, remember? I didn’t have to fake that reaction. And that’s with them blasting the A/C on high so my nips would poke through my shirt.” She nudges Eddie’s shin gently and stage-whispers, “Well done.”
Eddie growls hot miso breath into Richie’s neck. Snarls, really. That’s the only word for it. Richie’s not embarrassed—he’s been telling people about his donkey schlong for years, not his fault nobody ever believes him. It’s a boy who cried wolf situation, perhaps, if the boy was actually telling the truth every time and just wanted to brag to everyone about seeing a really big, thick wolf.
“Honey,” Bill says, visibly distressed, “this is already weird enough for me, please don’t say nips.”
“Nips, nips, nips.” Audra tickles into Bill’s ribs, and Richie joins in the chant, they all do. It’s a hailstorm of sesame toast raining on Big Bill’s protesting head. “Stiff nips! Stiff nips!”
“Shut up, I’m, uh’wanna see Rich fuck!” Eddie roars, wrestling the couch cushions for the remote and stabbing the volume obscenely loud.
Moans fill the air. Rice sprays from Mike’s mouth, between his hasty fingers. Patty is laughing so hard into Stan’s shoulder Richie would be kinda worried about her, if he wasn’t so distracted by the way Eddie’s leaning forward, hand on Richie’s thigh and eyes locked to Onscreen Richie’s bare bucking hips. He remembers this part horrible and clear, preserved behind glass in his mind like the embarrassing ninth grade school photo his mom still won’t remove from the mantelpiece. Braces like train tracks and his eyes squinted up small and moleish because his mom said she wanted to see his handsome face without his glasses for once. Eddie laughed at it for five whole minutes the first time Richie brought him up to visit mom and dad as his—as his, at last, before snapping a careful picture of the photo with his phone and muttering, so cute.
It’s the noises.
“This was the day I learned women really can, uh, fake orgasms,” Richie says. He coughs. Eddie’s fingers tighten on his thigh and he looks back at Richie over his shoulder, eyes all drunk and dark and dilated like a shark’s to the backdrop of Onscreen Richie and Audra’s plastic din. Richie’s head thumps dizzily, sliding his hand secret under Eddie’s shirt to the damp small of his back, watching his neck go pink. This, now this is familiar from 90s movie nights, how sweaty they’d get, tangled together like pocketed earbuds the longer the VHS spun. Always on the same couch by unspoken agreement, kicking and left to do so by the others, like the clubhouse hammock flirting was more RichieandEddie status quo than behaviour tethered to any one location. Feeling your heartbeat in your ears and everywhere your limbs are shoved between another sapling boy-body, and the couch.
Richie can see exactly what Eddie’s thinking, in that darkness. That’s not how you sound in bed with me.
“This is revolting,” says Stan, mildly, but Richie holds up his hand like a stop sign, pulled roughly back to the present.
“Wait, wait, here comes my line!”
“Thought you said it was a non-speaking—”
The camera cuts from Onscreen Audra’s bouncing breasts to Onscreen Richie’s slack-jawed face, his ill-conceived soul patch. He was asked to remove his glasses for the scene, he remembers, and was glad of it, feeling useless and young and stupid and exposed enough already just by virtue of needing the money, he didn’t need to see this perfectly nice and reasonable actress pity him for not even knowing how to pretend at being with a woman. Onscreen Richie tilts his chin up, and Bill’s entire rec room holds its breath. There will be bruises on Richie’s thigh tomorrow.
A grunt, a groan. An unsubtle trumpet fanfare musical cue on the soundtrack, but hey, neither of them ever claimed Bongo Smugglers was a masterpiece. “¡Ay, chihuahua!”
Richie throws his arms up in triumph. “All my own improv, folks! And they kept it in the final cut!”
Eruption. He’s pelted with howls of disgust and prawn crackers. Eddie grabs one of his arms and just shakes him, ragdolls Richie’s laughing body around until he tips over and sprawls into Eddie’s lap, shielded from assault. Eddie chews his insistent teeth into Richie’s shoulder, and finally, the scene ends with Onscreen Richie leaping a naked escape from Onscreen Audra’s balcony.
“Worst,” Eddie mumbles against Richie’s nape. “Worst thing’ve ever seening m’life.”
He’s so drunk, sweet thing. Richie sits back up, still wheezing. He rests his cheek on Eddie’s shoulder and gazes starrily up at his plastered little face. Steel-cut jaw softened with laughter and stubble, un-gelled hair curling around like a chestnut lamb’s. “Worst ever-ever?”
“No,” Eddie says plainly, and that’s true, “but it’s up there. Woulda rented the shit out of this at Blockbuster.”
Richie flings his leg over Eddie’s knees, kicking Bill in the process. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, gathering up all Richie’s loose ends in a big circling cuddle. “Every week. Woulda worn it out. Broke the disc.”
“Got your ‘Lil ‘Busters membership card revoked for being a creep.”
“Worth it.”
“Aw, Eddie-baby.”
“Would you two stop, you’re making the rest of us look bad,” Bev says, smiling fondly. The movie’s moved on, and none of them are really paying attention now that the main event’s over, but everyone’s still coming down, dismounting from belly-laughter and landing ankle-deep in giggles. “That was inspired.”
“He made me laugh so hard on that take,” Audra sighs, leaning against Bill. “I remember thinking, shame he’s a closet-case. I always knew you were a good guy under all that fake stand-up.” She rolls her head back on her neck to look at Richie, upside down. “D’you remember right after, too?”
“Ah,” says Richie, tensing up. Eddie must feel it, because he makes a lowing noise of concern and turns the volume down.
“What you did to those guys?”
“Ahaha, uh.” Richie struggles to sit upright with hot embarrassment tugging at his stomach. “They don’t need to—Audra, it’s not, anyone would’ve done the same—”
“No, actually, you were the only one who ever did,” Audra says, sharp-eyed, and Richie remembers that too. How much surer and in control of herself she was than him, even back then, when they were both just simple bottom-feeders on L.A.’s sludgy floor.
“What happened?” Patty asks. They’re all looking. Richie stares at the wall beside the TV’s garish over-saturation, scratches at the back of his neck, until Eddie takes his hand softly back to hold in his.
“I was pretty much always the only woman on set,” Audra explains. “Par for the course on a movie like that, it was whatever. It’s nothing like real sex, obviously, you have to stop and wait for lighting changes, new set-ups and stuff, you’re surrounded by crew. But you’re the only ones naked, and pretending to fuck, right? It can be a little.” She pulls a face, tilts her palm back and forth. “Degrading.”
Richie snorts, humorlessly.
“Anyway, that scene wrapped and they called cut, and a few of the guys in the crew said some stuff. About me. The director ignored it, the producer ignored it. I was used to it,” Audra says. Richie can see the edge of Bill’s jaw clench and re-clench like a fist as he watches his wife speak. Audra smiles widely, then, and jerks a thumb at Richie. “But this guy?”
They’re grinning, they’re all grinning, because they know him. Richie squirms under it. He can feel blood pounding behind his ears, across the surface of his scalp in pulsing waves of embarrassed heat, because it’s one thing to spend your life running your big fat Trashmouth to distract the bullies’ attention onto you, but it’s another for people to treat you like some kinda hero for it. Like it’s not just something friends do.
Bev’s eyes go all emerald-shiny with delight, like the quarry in sunlight. She covers her mouth. “Oh, Richie.”
“Knocked the first one out cold,” Audra crows. “You tried your best after that. It was three against one and he had a black eye before the rest of us could separate them, but he had the element of surprise at first. I mean, he flew at them, if you can imagine it—you’re what, six-one, six-two?”
Eddie’s trembling ever-so-slightly against him. Richie screws his eyes shut. “Six-two.”
“No wonder the asshole shit himself, you came at him all six-foot-two naked inches, pissed as hell, with a massive—”
“Alright!” Richie yelps, because if there’s anything more embarrassing than his brief Bongo Smugglers cameo, it’s the fact that he left set that day with a black eye and no money. Who cares. His closest friends are alive and they’re cheering, and Eddie is shoving himself into Richie’s lap just like it’s movie night in 1991 but with 100% more enthusiastic frenching, seating his drunk ass in Richie’s startled hands and hissing god, you’re such a crazy dumbass, I love you so much, Richie, even back then with that soul-patch I’d have loved you so much, god, sexy, Rich, wanna see you with a black eye, can I give you one, can you give me one, Richie, I’m gonna fuck you so good for this later, ay chihuahua—!
#long post#once again i did not mean to write over 2k about fake sex comedy Bongo Smugglers (2002) when i started answering this message#reddie#ficlet#bongo smugglers
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Unconditional I
Rating: G
Pairing: Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan
Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Original Child Character (OCC)
Summary: Chris and Sebastian’s foster child comes out to them as trans and of course, they love them unconditionally.
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Mikey stood at the top of the stairs in their blue Tony Hawk hand me down hoodie that they’d had for years now. Their new socks were nice though, and so were their other new clothes but this sweat shirt was never going to go away. It was sometimes one of the only possessions they’d had going through the system. Nervously their toes wiggled inside their socks as they curled their feet over the top stair teetering as they debated their next move. It was now or never.
Their mom had probably had an inkling before she passed but she was gone now... and now they had to tell Chris and Sebastian... or “dad” and “tata” as they were slowly getting used to calling them. They’d assured them after their mother’s death and from day one they wouldn’t be transferred around anymore. This was their last stop on that train and their permanent home could be with them if that’s what they wanted. And Mikey did want that, he just hoped that after this new revelation Sebastian and Chris would still feel the same. They hoped that even if they didn’t want them anymore they’d still consider adopting Bailey. Mikey wanted his sister to have a good life, she was only 7, them being 15, they’d be fine on their own if they had to.
Anyway... it was now or never. They felt this bursting forth from them. They couldn’t keep it in anymore it was too stressful, it was killing them. They’d been up the past three nights and they knew that Chris and Sebastian were starting to notice.
“Dad? Tată?” Mikey called out in a voice just loud enough for Sebastian and Chris to hear. The two were sitting in the living room, they’d just put Luca, Lea, and Bailey down for bed and Mikey had just finished reading to them, leaving the couple to settle down for the night before turning in.
Mikey couldn’t help but smile as they noticed from the top of the stairs how the two were curled against each other. Chris on his tablet while Sebastian was resting his head on his shoulder, seemingly on his phone. They hated to disturb them but they needed to tell them this.
“Hey buddy, what’s up?” Chris asked, a soft smile on his burly winter bearded face.
“Hi... I’m... Um... can we... can we talk? Can I talk to both of you?” Mikey fidgeted with his hands wringing them together and teetering back and forth on their toes.
Chris’s face immediately turned concerned. His brows knitting together as he and Sebastian parted, sliding over to make room for Mikey beside them if they wanted to sit.
“Yeah, of course, always, you can come to us with anything, is something wrong? Do we need to break out the hot chocolate for this one?”
Hot chocolate had become a tradition with tough conversations in the household. It was brought out a few months ago when their mom passed, and again when they were told that they couldn’t be adopted yet, and yet another time when they were discussing a career move that would require Sebastian to be gone for four months that he wanted to get the kids input on. He hadn’t taken it. It had been too soon, but while hot chocolate was synonymous with difficult conversation it was also synonymous with comfort and warmth and safety. Tough conversations were no longer callous encounters, with Chris and Sebastian tough conversations were always had in an environment that was carefully curated to also feel safe and full of love and support. If this conversation didn’t go the way Mikey wanted they didn’t want the memory of hot chocolate to be ruined forever so they declined.
“N-no... I think... I think I’d rather just talk.” Rather than sitting down between the two Mikey nervously backed up against the accent chair in the living room and sat down lightly on the arm, perching carefully as they continued to fidget.
Mikey took a deep breath unsure of how to come out with it. Right now their palms were sweaty and their heart was pounding against their ribs. They felt clammy and sick... but they had to,
“Hey, Mikey, buddy, we love you, you’re safe here and you can tell us anything, we promise...” Sebastian spoke up, his eyes earnest.
Mikey wanted to cry.
“I-I-I-I’m... I... I think I’m trans?” It came out as a question, it made them mad that it did, what were they doing? Asking permission? No. They knew, they were sure, had been for a long time so what was with the questioning. Mikey shook their head,
“No, no... Sorry...” Mikey sat up straight a look of determination in their eyes as they met both Chris and Sebastian’s gazes. “I know I’m trans...my name is Melody because that’s the name my mom wanted to name me if I’d been a girl, which I am. My pronounce are she/her/they and if you don’t like it I’ll leave and figure things out myself.”
Melody stood there with a firm stance. Her eyes hard and arms crossed as she glared daggers into Chris and Sebastian who hadn’t said anything yet. Chris was the first to speak, his voice was soft as he said,
“Come, sit,” and patted the seat beside him. Deflating almost immediately Melody came and sat next to him. Her guard was still up but her firm stance from earlier and hard exterior had crumbled again. Now she was just scared. Scared and terrified. Melody felt an arm slide around her shoulders and she tensed up, softly though, Chris’s voice reached her ears,
“Melody, honey, we love you... no matter who you are, or how you identify... if your name is Melody and you’re a girl who goes by she/her/they, then that’s who you are and that’s what we will refer to you as, we’re both bisexual men, and you know my brother, your Uncle Scott, is gay. We couldn’t possibly be bothered less about if you’re trans. We love you,”
Melody felt herself shaking and as she blinked she felt the tears on her cheeks she was crying.
“Aw, sweetie, come here,” Sebastian’s said, pulling her into him and resting his head on top of hers as he hushed her and stroked her back, she clung to him and cried tears of sheer relief. Yes, she’d known they were obviously bisexual and she’d remembered that Scott was gay, but she never had heard them speak of any trans person they knew aside from one actress that Chris had worked with. And then it was just in passing. So she didn’t know, she hadn’t been 100% sure and that slight uncertainty had been killing her. She was so happy she was right about them though. So happy that they didn’t care...
“Hey, it’s okay, I promise we love you, we support you, you don’t need to get upset, you don’t need to cry, you’re okay, you’re safe, and if anyone, anyone has anything to say about it, they can fuck right off,” Melody pulled away from Sebastian at Chris’s assurances. She let out a wet chuckle at his last comment before throwing herself at him too,
“Thank you...” she said, another sob escaping her throat, one of absolute relief.
“You don’t have to thank us, we should be thanking you... thank you for telling us, we love you, I’m going to warn you, I might slip up a few times and I’ll have to get used to the new name and pronouns but we love you, okay?”
“Same here, it’ll be a change, but not a bad one,”
Melody wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her hoodie suddenly feeling completely drained. It was late after all and this had taken up all of her strength.
“Why don’t we talk more about this tomorrow okay? It’s late, we can look into getting you new clothes if that’s something you want and we can research some doctors if medically transitioning is something you’re interested in starting soon too okay? But in the morning, I’m sure this took a lot to tell us, but we love you and things will stay the same in most ways and change in only good ones I promise, okay?” Melody nodded. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was one thing to just accept it and accept her but the offer for clothes and to look into a doctor... it showed they were really serious, and were already somewhat educated... she couldn’t be happier.
Melody stood from the couch and let out one last sniffle. With her jacket over her hands giving her sweater paws she stood in front of them and gave a little wave. “Okay, goodnight...”
“Goodnight, we’ll see you in the morning, we love you,”
Melody nodded, she hadn’t told them she loved them yet but her heart was swelling with affection and emotion for them and as she turned to go and got to the stairs she stopped,
“I-I love you guys too...” she finally said. Their heads snapped over to her immediately and they were standing, stumbling over one and other as they came towards her. She was slightly surprised.
“What? I’m sorry... did you say?” Sebastian’s eyes were wide with hope,
“I-I love you guys too... I do... I love you guys, dad, I love you... tată, I love you...”
“Oh my god... Mik-Melody oh... we love you, we love you too!” Chris was sweeping her up into his arms again, lifting her off the ground and making her laugh. He spun her around once before putting her down, his eyes were shining with tears as he choked out, “You mean it? For real? You’ve... you’ve never said that... you haven’t said that yet...”
Melody just nodded, “Yeah, I mean it... I already have started seeing you as my dads... I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to say it. But I do, I love you guys and I’m... I’m so thankful that I ended up here...”
Sebastian was openly crying too now as he wrapped her in a bear hug of his own, he gave her a tight squeeze, “I’m so thankful that you guys ended up here too, you fit perfectly into this family and we want to have you guys as part of it forever. I swear, we’re working on it. I know things haven’t been easy but I’m so happy you’re here and I’m so happy to be your dad...”
Chris joined the hug and they stood there at the foot of the stairs, smothering Melody with love until she finally began to actually feel smothered and spoke up,
“I love you guys, but it’s actually getting hard to breathe, I’m pretty small and you guys are pretty aggressive huggers...”
“Oh.. sorry,” Chris laughed as they broke the hug and he went to stand by Sebastian again, the two of them gravitated to each other and their hands magnetically connected with parts of each other’s bodies, around the waist and in each other’s pockets as they always did when they got close. They both smiled and watched as Melody made her way the rest of the way up the stairs and disappeared down the hall.
Chris turned to Sebastian, letting out a sigh and giving a shrug,
“Well, that all happened.” He commented.
“It did, didn’t it? I’m so proud of her...” Sebastian said.
“Me too,” Chris said.
“So, we have two daughters now, maybe three soon,”
“Guess so, good thing I had sisters,” Chris said.
“Yeah, we can do this,”
“Of course we can, together, we can get through everything. We’ve already been through a lot, this is nothing we can’t handle. We’ve just gotta be supportive and love her unconditionally...” Sebastian leaned up to press a soft kiss on his husbands lips.
“Let’s go to bed, we’ve got some more important conversations to have tomorrow.”
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Early greetings, late nights.
Andér x Reader (Gender not specified)
Request from @isthatmaryanna : hi!! could you write a imagine with ander? where he’s not gay and fall in love with the reader at a party and the finds out she’s the new girl from las encinas and then their first kiss
Gif is not my own (But this gif is literally my favourite thing - I’ve rewatched it so much😂😭)
Requests are open❤️
“Okay but I’m not saying I’ll hate it,” You defend, “But I definitely won’t fit in.”
Omar laughs from beside you, “Definitely not, please don’t become one of them.”
“Do you think it will be that bad?” You ask as you hand him another one of the glasses to set up for the night at the club.
“It will be worse, (Y/n),” He grins, “You’ll forget all about me!”
“How could I ever?” You gasp, handing him the final glass before tossing the kitchen towel over your shoulder, “You’re already ditching me for this shift so you owe me one. When I need saving at school, you need to be there.”
He grins and steps through the opening of the bar, “Of course, I’ll be your knight in dodgy-shiny armor.”
- - - - - -
It’s a busy night at the club and you find yourself counting down the minutes until Omar would return for his late shift so you could escape for the night. It felt like you were serving carbon copies of every single person - the same drinks, the same smug looks as they assumed you’d never be able to pay for it.
“What can I get you?” You ask the same question as you clean off another of the taps and toss the towel over your shoulder.
When you look up, the eyes looking back arent like the rest. They’re piercing and lit up by a light smile as you look back. He looks about your age, dressed in an open shirt and white tee - a simple, understated look. But the curls on his head give him a boyish, friendly characteristic.
You swallow the lump in your throat, “What would you like to drink?”
He smirks gently, “I’ll take a scotch please... Omar?”
You glance down at your uniform and chuckle, “Not my uniform, but nice try!”
You go about grabbing the bottle and glass to make his drink, trying your best to not notice how his eyes followed you for the entire time. He seemed interesting. Like he had a personality beyond the money his parents bank account held.
“Shall I put it on the tab?” You offer, going to tap the screen to put his drink through.
“I’ll be back for another soon enough,” He raises the drink to you and turns away, only glancing back once as he takes a second take in your direction.
You try to stop yourself from getting too flustered as you serve the next customer, and the next.
- - - - - -
“Alright (Y/n)!” Omar calls as he comes behind the bar, “You’re done for the night, go home and feel bad for me.”
“So it’s (Y/n).”
You go to reply to Omar but stop instantly when you hear the words. The boy from earlier was stood at the bar, evidently expecting a second attempt at learning a little more about you. And Omar handing that attempt to him with ease.
“Maybe you won’t be going straight home,” Omar wiggles his prominent brows, “Give me my name tag and get out of here.”
You laugh and unclip it, untying your apron and handing that to him too, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Omar.”
The boy walks the length of the bar until he pushes through enough to meet you where you’d be exiting for the end of your shift.
“What do you say to having my second drink with me?” He suggests, leaning close to ask you the question.
You glance at him once more and smile a little, “I say I’ll have whatever you’re having, I’ll be back down in five.”
Hurriedly, you push through the staff door and grab your things to at least make yourself a little more presentable. You comb your hair through and try to perfect your appearance just slightly - though there was only so much it could improve by whilst you were still wearing this uniform.
When you get back downstairs, the boy is leaning against a nearby wall with two glasses of scotch in his hands. He pushes off and grins a little when he sees you.
“I thought you might have found a back exit and left me alone,” He comments, handing over one glass to you.
“I tried, it was locked,” You joke, having to yell over the music blaring through the room.
He gestures over for the two of you to go to one of the emptier corners of the club and settles a hand on your back with such ease as he leads to over.
“You seemed so set on knowing my name, you never told me yours,” You point out, taking a sip of the drink and wincing at the taste.
“Ander Muñoz,” He responds, dipping his head to speak to you.
Muñoz. That name sounded oddly familiar.
“You enjoy working here?”
“Serving a bunch of snooty rich people that just complain about us not having the right champagne or not making their drinks fast enough? It’s a dream!”
He laughs and it makes his eyes crinkle and dimples appear on his cheeks, “Is it really that bad?”
“They pay me so I can’t complain,” You shrug, “And I have Omar.”
“So am I one of them?” He raises his brows, “The snooty rich people?”
You laugh a little and shake your head, “You tell me Ander Muñoz.”
Before he can say anything more, somebody knocks into the back of him and causes him to stumble into you, tipping his drink onto both of you a little.
“Do you want to get out of here?” He suggests, setting down the empty glass onto a table.
“Yeah, definitely,” You nod, swigging back the rest of the drink with a hiss and setting your glass next to his.
- - - - - -
It’s another three quarters of an hour later when you find yourself still strolling around the empty streets with him. You’d talked about anything and nothing and were yet to get to a point where the conversation ceased.
“Okay, where in this town do you go to then?” He asks you, having grown jokingly tired of you mocking his ‘rich boy’ lifestyle.
You laugh a little, “You want to see how the other half live?”
“Please, do tell, (Y/n),” He smirks, looking at you expectantly.
You reach out a hand for him to lace with his own and tug him out of the path you’d been following, “Down this way.”
Your hands stay locked the whole way as you eventually reach the docks and you lead him up the steps to the top of the bridge.
“Isn’t this just where people do drug deals?” He laughs, stumbling behind to catch up with you and hold your hand a little firmer.
“Well, yeah,” You admit, “But at night, you get the best view of the stars.”
You let go of his hand and push yourself up onto the edge, shifting your weight until you sit on the edge with your legs dangling over.
“Woah, woah, careful!” He holds out his hands like he’d have any hope of catching you.
“Don’t worry,” You laugh, turning and laying down on the hard surface so you could look up to the sky above.
“Isn’t there a much safer way of seeing the fucking stars?” He mutters to himself as he mirrors your actions opposite you.
“Nobody ever did anything good by being safe,” You roll your eyes, glancing up to watch as he cautiously lowers himself to lay against the rock.
You two stay in silence for a while as you watch the stars stationary in their movement, until one comes shooting across as if by fate.
“I think that’s a good sign,” He comments quietly, voice a little raspy from the lack of conversation.
“So, Mr Muñoz, was this up to scratch for showing you what I do for fun around here?” You raise yourself to sit on the stone and swing your legs back over.
He hops down and dusts off his jeans, “Id say you need to find yourself some friends and get yourself to some parties.”
You laugh and can’t help your heart from bubbling as his hand finds yours again.
“I should probably get home, I have a big day tomorrow,” You comment, walking slowly back down the steps from the bridge with him.
“What’s happening tomorrow?”
“Let’s not talk about that,” You shake your head with a half-laugh.
“Then I should get you home as soon as possible,” With that, he dips down in front of you and hoists you onto his back until he has a firm grip on your thighs, “Your carriage has arrived.”
He somehow manages to carry you the whole way home, complaining whenever you made him laugh as you found yourself in hysterics - blaming it solely on the fatigue and that scotch in your empty stomach.
“Well, I’ve had a very good night, Ander,” You smile as he sets you back down, “You’ve slightly restored my faith in the other half of society.”
“Slightly?” He cocks a brow.
“There’s always room for improvement,” You smirk, leaning in to kiss his cheek, “Goodnight Ander.”
He stops you there until you’re close enough that your nose knocks against his. And he musters every piece of courage he had left in him to kiss you for the first time - soft and very much aware that you could easily pull away. When you don’t, his courage dials way back up and he cups your face in his hands with ease, like they were always meant to be there. It’s longing and you regret not starting this earlier in the evening.
“Goodnight, Ander,” You repeat as you pull away, slightly more breathless now.
“Can I get your number at least?” He asks as you go to walk towards your apartment block.
“Something tells me I’ll see you very soon anyway,” You confirm, heading inside before any other part of you could convince you otherwise.
- - - - - -
You’re shown around school by one of the admin staff who explains to you what to expect from your new student role at Las Encinas. You’d already noticed a few people that you’d served at the bar multiple times and tried to avoid too many peoples prying eyes on the new kid as you reach your new class.
“Class, we have a new student joining us today,” The teacher stands up as you go to walk in, “I’m sure you’ll all be very welcoming to (Y/n).”
There’s only one student that you’re focused on as the name is spoken. Sat in the back on the far side of the class is none other than Ander. That’s where you’d known the name from - his Mum was the fucking principal! He glances in your direction and quickly turns away, unable to stop the smile from crawling onto his face as he shifts a little in his chair.
“There’s a seat beside Ander if that’s okay,” The teacher mentions, gesturing over to the boy you were meant to not know yet.
You nod and take the adjacent seat to him, setting your book onto the table.
“So, last night was fun,” He smirks, handing you a pen, “Maybe now would be a good time for me to get that number.”
You roll your eyes, “When I said soon, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you the next morning.”
Nevertheless, you scribble down your number onto some paper and hand it back to him.
“Definitely seems like we’ll be seeing more of each other now, (y/n).”
And it suddenly becomes impossible to complain about his slightly cocky demeanour.
“I guess we will, Mr Muñoz.”
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this is my very gay and specific twilight au because i’m bored
first off the cullens are diverse because i don’t fuck with the white bullshit so imagine them diversely
renee notices that bella doesn’t have a lot of friends in phoenix
so she calls charlie and sets it up so that bella can have a change
at first bella’s not sure about leaving, but on her first day at forks high, she meets angela, lauren, and jessica who are very welcoming to her
yes lauren’s nice because i don’t like her toxicity
anyways they walk her to her class after lunch which is obviously biology
the only empty seat is next to none other than miss rosalie hale
i bet you though i was gonna say alice
anyways at first rosalie doesn’t get what the big deal is about this bella swan character, so she’s indignant and petty
when bella sits down next to rosalie and that’s when her scent hits her for the first time
instead of being a little pissbaby and fantasizing about ways to kill her, she calmly raises her hand and asks to be excused
she claims to feel sick and that she needs to go to the nurse where she then skips out and goes to her car
at this point i know you’re thinking “well what about emmett, hmmm?” and heres what i have to say to you
emmett is still a cullen, though rosalie had not seen a mate in him and edward was the one who save him
because “emmett had pure thoughts and couldn’t die”
anyways after rosalie gets excused from biology, she heads to the hospital and talks to carlisle
carlisle, having had a few slip ups of his own because the super self control storyline is bullshit, gives her the best advice he can
and that advice is to remember that she’s human and has her whole life ahead of her, knowing that rosalie would be sensitive to her mortality
she nods and goes home to confide in emmett who is her Himbo™️ and tells him about the cute new girl who smells really good
edward being the nosy and dramatic bitch he is reads their thoughts and finds her intriguing too
so the next day he goes and talks to bella and finds out that he can’t read her mind for whatever reason
this makes him all the more interested in her
bella, being the bisexual icon that she is, finds herself attracted to both rosalie and edward
skip ahead to port angeles and jessica decided “hey why not invite rosalie because no one ever does”
so rosalie is in port angeles when bella decides to head off to that bookstore
rosalie kindly stops her and asks if she can accompany her
because “you shouldn’t be out alone this late”
rosalie, having rarely been to port angeles, gets her and bella lost so they wander around the non-tourist part of the city
that’s when they run into the group of creepy guys whose names i can’t remember for the life of me
“not again”
rosalie doesn’t know what else to do, so she scoops bella up and runs her away from the men a bit too fast
bella gets confused as to how they got away so fast
they meet up with angela and jessica at bella italia and rosalie forces bella to go in and get food
while eating, bella obviously questions how they got away so fast
rosalie says “fuck it” and tells her about the family because she had already exposed too much
she would deal with edward and jasper later
our inquisitive queen bella has a million questions, all of which rosalie answers gracefully
bella asks rosalie out, forgetting about her attraction to edwierdo because they only talked the one time and he wasn’t that strange
they go home and the next day, bella goes for a walk through the neighborhood
jacob had been in town with his mom (because the wolves all coming from broken homes is, again, bullshit) and leah buying parts for the rabbit
jacob is older (prolly around 19 or 20) and is dating leah who, after getting over sam, decided to give love another try
jacob remembers bella better than he remembers her because he was four when she was little
so they get chatting after sarah sees her and makes jake pull over
and bella promises to go visit the reservation sometime soon
if you’re wondering whether or not bella know the legends, the answer is not
edward finds out that rosalie told bella about the family secret and gets angry, as one would, and tries to convince carlisle to let him kill bella
because he can’t read her thoughts and she knows to much, she could tell people without them even knowing
“she promised not to tell edward and i love her”
at that point, the potential love triangle dies because rosalie has been through hell and deserves to be happy
skip forward to the baseball game
rosalie is hesitant about bella being in the field, but alice convinced her that she’ll be okay
so when the nomads arrive, rosalie is justifiably upset with alice but not herself because she’s not as emo as edward
“you brought a snack”
alice just laughs, trying to deter them and nods before tossing the ball up in the air
“she’s actually got a trig test tomorrow so we have to wait until the weekend so she won’t fail”
emmett steps in front of her and rosalie so that they can make their escape
and since james had already fed and didn’t get the reaction he expected, he just lets it go
bella is happy that she didn’t have to hurt charlie and she wasn’t sure that she could even go back to phoenix should the tracker be after her
rosalie profusely apologizes for putting her in danger, but bella just shrugs it off
“so this weekend, huh?”
rosalie winks and unstraps the off-roading harness and walks her up to the door
she kisses her goodnight and goes home happy and unworried
#the way i kinda want to write this fic#enjoy this au#i can do new moon if you want#this was really fun to write#twilight#twilight renaissance#new moon#eclipse#breaking dawn#twilight fanfiction#twilight au
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North Side of the Trees Part One
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22900057/chapters/54735148
Summary: Virgil gets caught in the thrall of a Will-o'-the-wisp and finds himself in the territory of a lamia- a half snake half human creature, and is a little freaked but a lot gay and Jesus how is this his life?
This has been in the works for. So long. Too long, honestly. But the first part is done! I'm pretty excited about that, actually and I'm even more excited to get part two out once it's finished.
Enjoy!!!
Virgil doesn’t really know what happened after he’d entered the forest. He remembers seeing a wispy light off in the distance and despite knowing it was a Will-o'-the-wisp it was almost as if he’d been possessed by the urge to follow it.
Will-o'-the-wisp’s typically lead you somewhere you wouldn’t be seen again. Most assumed that meant death, Virgil was inclined to agree. Not like he was able to stop though, even as he kept tripping over roots and stumbling over fallen branches. His trance like focus on following the wisp never broke, his gaze never wavered from the ghost-like fire that was always several feet in front of him.
He didn’t come back to himself until it dissipated, seemingly scared off by something Virgil couldn’t see because as soon as he was aware of his surroundings he was kind of panicking.
“Hoooly shit,” he cursed, looking around the dense forest, an area he’d never been before because it wasn’t within the designated safety borders and Virgil was never really fond of the forest anyway.
Virgil was honestly so busy panicking he didn’t see the glowing yellow eyes in the trees, didn’t notice the movement of a thick tail loosening from a thick branch until there was suddenly a cacophony of crunching leaves and a thud on the ground in front of him.
He snapped his head up, hands pulling away from yanking at his hair to ground him while he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth in calculated measures.
Except he wasn’t really breathing very evenly now, if at all, what with looking at a fucking half snake dude laying in the ground, arms crossed as he used them to prop himself up.
“What?” Virgil asked, letting out a disbelieving laugh because lamias were typically women, at least from the rare sightings humans had seen of them and also because lamias had never willingly showed themselves to a human before and he was a little worried about what that meant for his safety.
The lamia started speaking, and Virgil flinched back as pain threatened to split his skull in two at the sounds coming from the snake man’s throat. He stopped speaking, frowning for a moment before sighing.
“Want…” he started, a strange accent thick in the word, “want keep you?”
...What?
Virgil stared at the lamia, utterly perplexed that he was trying to talk to him in broken english. How the hell was he supposed to react to this?
Snake man huffed, pushing himself up until he was eye level with Virgil, making the slit pupils and scales decorating his face so much more detailed and…
Jesus Christ, Virgil was not gay for a snake, nope this was not happening.
“Want keep you. You dumb?”
Virgil snorted out another laugh, trying to keep it stifled because if he was attracted to a snake then yeah, he’d say he’s pretty fucking dumb.
“That’s… up for debate at the moment. Um… you. You want to keep me?” he asked, taking a step back when the lamia grew closer to him.
The movement made him narrow his eyes, and the next thing Virgil knew he was wrapping himself around him and he was suddenly encased in snake.
Virgil went red faced, letting out a small squeak because wow he was not expecting to be in this situation today. Granted, he hadn’t been expecting to meet a lamia ever, and yet here he was.
“You followed wisp. Found me. I want keep you, make safe,” he kept speaking, a forked tongue slipping out between his words.
Oh God, his pupils got big all of a sudden, was that a bad thing?
The lamia leaned forward suddenly, burying his face in Virgil’s neck and tongue ghosting over his neck, forcing another startled squeak from his throat.
“Smell good. Taste good. Look good. Let me keep you.”
Virgil found himself asking once again how the fuck he was supposed to react to this. A lamia found him attractive apparently? A monster… who’s kind had been typically caught eating men wanted to keep him, and apparently make sure he was safe?
What. What the fuck was his life right now?
“Okay well you suddenly got so much more personal than I have let even my last boyfriend get so maybe-” he cleared his throat, trying to ignore his burning face as he gently pushed the lamia’s face away from his neck, “maybe back up a little bit, dude.”
Snake man seemed to pout, but he at least followed Virgil’s guidance away from his neck.
“And also why? Like you’re cute, I can not deny that,” Virgil continued, trying not to get distracted by the pretty pink that dusted the lamia’s face at that, “but humans have found lamia’s eating men before and I gotta be a little worried about my safety here.”
Snake man shook his head, seeming irritated by Virgil’s words and wow, he could not help his concern for his well-being spiking at that.
“Only women and only human men who threaten safety. Still dangerous here, but I keep safe.”
Ah, well okay that was a little less worrying?
“And you are pretty. Prettiest human I’ve seen. Let me…” the lamia eyed his neck again, his tongue slipping out as he breathed deeply, “let me keep you.”
“You are really insistent on that, aren’t you?” Virgil asked, rubbing at his neck as his eyes dropped to the tail wrapped around his legs up to his waist.
His scales were a pretty shade of yellow, with paler patches littering his tail in random shapes, sizes, and placements. Virgil used his free hand to stroke over the skin, now distracted with the way the muscle seemed to contract under his touch.
The lamia hissed, and Virgil’s eyes snapped up to his face again to see a flustered expression.
“Oh uh… sorry, man,” he said, pulling his hand away.
Snake man shook his head, taking a moment to seemingly recover before he spoke up.
“Name? Need name to keep you.”
Virgil bit his lip, glancing around the forest as he thought.
That… would be interesting, but he wasn’t sure how he felt being ‘kept’ by a lamia when he had a life back in town. It wasn’t much of one, and he struggled to make ends meet more often than not, but he wasn’t sure how well he’d take to being away from people.
“Flattering offer, but I can’t really say it’s all that tempting outside of the pretty snake man offering it,” he said, looking at the lamia.
He frowned, leaning away from Virgil for a second as he thought.
“You keep me?”
Virgil spluttered, blinking rapidly as he jerked back the best he could wrapped up in lamia tail.
“What? Dude no, you’d literally be killed if someone found you and I’m not about to let that be on my conscience.”
He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as his pout returned.
This lamia really needed to stop being cute so Virgil could stop dealing with the crisis of wanting to kiss him.
“Then stay with me,” he said, getting closer to Virgil’s face again, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair, a soft gasp escaping him and his other hand joining the first.
Was he… being petted by a snake?
“You haven’t really done much to sweeten the deal, snake man,” Virgil said, a little amused by his excitement over his hair.
The lamia paused, shifting his attention from Virgil’s hair to his face, though his hands remained buried in the strands.
“What?” he asked, making Virgil raise an eyebrow.
“Not sure what you’re asking, dude. ‘What’ is the vaguest possible question.”
“What did you call me?”
Well his english seemed to be getting better, at least?
“Snake man? I don’t exactly know your name,” Virgil answered, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket so he didn’t do something dumb, like pet the guy’s tail again.
He hummed, going back to playing with Virgil’s hair.
“My language hurts you, name would be bad to say.”
Virgil thought at that, trying to keep his mind focused and not melt when the snake started digging his nails into his scalp, scratching the skin in a pleasant way.
“Can you like… translate your name to english? Since you seem to be able to speak it.”
The lamia paused at that, tilting his head and looking up at the treetops for a moment.
“Deceit. Closest word.”
Virgil nodded, gently pulling Deceit’s hands from his hair.
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Deceit, but I should really get home. It’s getting pretty late, and I’ve really gotta figure out how to get home because I’m honestly lost as fuck.”
Deceit frowned, looking at Virgil’s face in consideration.
“Stay with me for night. I will get you home tomorrow if promise to visit.”
Virgil weighed his options, letting out a sigh because his choice was honestly very small.
Either he got lost in a forest full of magical creatures that want to kill, eat, or keep him with malicious intent, or he stay the night with the lamia who had proven to at least not want to hurt him on purpose and go back home tomorrow so he can figure out how to work visiting said lamia into his not so busy schedule.
“Yeah, alright. I can agree to that.”
Deceit grew visibly excited for a moment before he cleared his throat and schooled his expression into a more muted eager one.
“Perfect. Will lead you to nest, meet pests who like visits.”
Virgil watched as Deceit’s expression grew into fond irritation at the mention of the ‘pests’ and he had to assume he probably meant friends. He could relate to that, Remy was the most annoying fucker in town but Virgil would honestly kill for him.
“Alright, Dee. Can’t really walk with you wrapped around me though.”
Deceit grew red, Virgil letting out an amused laugh as he uncoiled himself from around his legs.
“Sorry. Let’s go, before moon rise.”
Virgil shrugged, and gestured for Deceit to lead the way.
#casper writes#ts deceit#ts virgil#anxceit#mythical beings and creatures au#disregard of personal space#sympathetic deceit#lamia deceit#human virgil#virgil really just rolls with whatever happens to him in my fics doesnt he#also why do i keep writing creature deceit?#idk man but i love doing it so who cares
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Did Eddie kill his mum!? If he did, good for him. Also I need a part 2 to the snow prompt I beg of u 🥺
you asked and I delivered. This is part two to this, and set from Eddie’s point of view.
trigger warning: mentions of conversion therapy
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Eddie was quiet on the ride to the station, his eyes glancing out the window at the houses and trees covered in snow. Tears built up in his eyes, but he refused to break down, there was no way he was breaking down in front of the officers. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was a repeat of the events that had taken place that night, all leading up to the look of horror on Richie’s face as he was dragged away.
He wondered how long he’d get in prison for what happened. Ten years? Twenty? LIfe? His mother was dead now, all because of him, all because he couldn’t do as he was told. Eddie’s eyes moved from the window to his arms, which were slowly beginning to bruise, the scratches turning a harsh red colour.
The car suddenly came to a stop, and the officers stepped out, opening the door to pull Eddie out by his cuffed hands. They lead him into the station and through a set of double doors into a pale grey room with a single table and two chairs. It didn’t take a genius to know that this was an interrogation room, and that he was about to be questioned on what happened in the house, less than an hour ago.
“Take a seat, Mr Kasbrak. Someone will be with you shortly.” One of the officers stated as he sat Eddie down in the chair, like he wasn’t capable of doing it himself. Maybe he wasn’t. A thousand thoughts were swirling around in his head, and before the officer could leave the room, Eddie turned around to catch his attention.
“L-Lawyer…” Eddie croaked out, his eyes widening at the sound of his own voice. It hadn’t sounded like that earlier when he had spoken to Richie, but then again the adrenaline was starting to wear off and the pain was beginning to settle in. Carefully, Eddie lifted his hand to his throat, tears springing into his eyes at the pain. “I- I want a- a lawyer.”
The officer just nodded, leaving the room and slamming the door closed. The ringing echoed in Eddie’s ears and he moved his hands from his throat to cover them up, resting his head on the table in front of him. As he closed his eyes, he let his mind take him back to the beginning of the night, to before everything fell to shit.
“Oh come on Eds, are you sure you don’t want to come to the arcade with Bill and me? It’ll be fun! I’ll even let you win a few games.” Eddie rolled his eyes as Richie practically begged him down the line to hang out with them. Of course, Eddie wouldn’t usually pass up on a chance to get out of the house and spend time with his boyfriend, but his mother had been…acting stranger that day and he didn’t think sneaking out of his window would work that night.
“I can’t,” Eddie sighed eventually. “I have…stuff I need to do.” The lie was pathetic, and Eddie knew Richie would know he was making excuses, he just hoped for once that Richie would let it go. He’d see him the next day anyway, as they had all planned to hang out at the clubhouse. “I’ll see you tomorrow though. I promise.”
He could hear the hesitation in Richie’s sigh, but he eventually caved and they said their goodbyes. A few moments later, his mother called him from downstairs. The tone of her voice was harsh, and Eddie felt a sick feeling rise in his stomach, yet he followed her orders and went down the stairs.
The rest of the evening passed by tensely, with Eddie sitting on the couch and his mother sitting on her armchair, staring aimlessly at the screen. Once her show was done, she flicked off the TV and turned so she was facing Eddie, only making his anxiety grow. “Eddie-bear. When were you going to tell me about you and that dirty boy? When were you going to confess that you are defying god and doing ungodly things with that boy?”
Eddie froze up and he looked at his mother with a shocked expression. There was no way she could have known, he was being so careful! Even after she had installed the camera in the hallway, which Eddie knew was to make sure he wasn’t sneaking out at night, he was still careful. “Ma-”
“You are not to see him again, and first thing tomorrow I am taking you to a confessional and we’re going to get you cured.” His mother spoke with no emotion in her voice and Eddie’s heart dropped, tears springing into his eyes. “Don’t start crying, Edward. You did this to yourself.” Within a few seconds, his mother was off the chair and looming over him, wrapping her chubby hand around his wrist, squeezing tight. “No son of mine is going to be the local faggot.”
“Ma- ma you’re hurting me,” Eddie whimpered, tugging his hand to try and get out of her grip, but it only tightened, nails digging into his skin. “Ma, let me go!”
She stared down at him, nothing but hatred in her eyes and for the first time in years, Eddie felt genuine fear around her. ”You are a dirty boy Eddie, and you need to be punished. You need to see that it’s wrong.” She hissed, moving her other hand to attempt to restrain Eddie further. Before she could, Eddie jerked his hand away, removing her grip and he scrambled over the sofa and up the stairs,
He could hear his mother screaming, her feet thundering on the floorboards as she followed him and then banging on his door once he’d slammed and locked it. His heart was racing, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked down at his arm, scratched and bleeding. Fuck, his mother had gone insane and he needed to get out of there before she did something terrible.
Quickly, Eddie shoved as many necessary items into an overnight bag and pulled it over his shoulder. He’d go to Richie’s, he was always welcome there, and now that he was eighteen his mother couldn’t say it was kidnapping as he made his own choice. He pulled up his window and was just about to jump when the door opened and a hand was digging into his scalp, pulling him back from the window and towards the door.
“You really do not want to know what I’m capable of Edward,” his mother hissed as she dragged him from his room into the hallway and onto his feet. “Why did you have to go and be such a bad boy? Why couldn’t you have stayed as my precious Eddie-Bear and married a church girl just like I wanted? Why did you have to be dirty Eddie?”
Eddie shook his head, trying to get out of her grip, but she was strong in her anger. “I-I’m not your little boy anymore! I haven’t been for a while! I’m in love with Richie and there is nothing you can do to stop that! No conversion therapy is going to change the fact that I’m gay and you need to accept it!”
At his words, her eyes darkened just a little and Eddie thought that he had finally gotten through to her, that she would finally just accept it and let him go. What he didn’t expect was for her to move her hands to his throat and start to squeeze. “I didn’t want to have to do this Eddie. You were my little boy and I loved you, but I can’t have a fag for a son, I can’t have a dirty, sick boy living under my roof. I am sorry, but this is for your own good, this will cleanse your soul and maybe you’ll be allowed to enter heaven or you will go to hell and repent for your sins.”
It all happened so fast, Eddie’s vision was blacking out the harder that his mother squeezed at his throat, and he knew if he didn’t act then he would be dead in seconds. Hoping to distract her long enough just so he could escape and run for help, Eddie raised his leg and slammed his foot down on his mother’s. She gasped in pain, removing her hands from his throat and backing up towards the stairs. Their eyes met for a moment, a long halted moment before she lost her balance at the top of the staircase, body tumbling backwards as Eddie tried to lunge forward and catch her.
He was too late, her fingers skimming past his own as she fell down, body thumping against the steps and even cracking a few before her head slammed against the large pillar at the bottom of the stairs with a hard, resounding crack. Silence filled the room, barr Eddie’s intense breathing as he stared down at his motionless mother on the floor of their entrance hall. From where he was standing, he could see the blood pouring onto the laminate floor from her head.
Slowly, Eddie moved his trembling body backwards until it hit the wall, allowing the tears of horror to flow.
What the hell had he done?
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Almost Like Family
Chapter I
Chapter II (TW: heavily implied PTSD)
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As the arranged date of his meeting with Harper draws closer, Matt finds himself becoming more and more restless. It doesn’t feel real. It feels like a false deadline; like he’s walking underwater. It’s nagging at the back of his mind. He doesn’t know why. It’s not like he owes Harper anything. Does he? Then he remembers that Harper is probably going to bring up their conversation at the end of the tour and he has to distract himself before he gets that empty feeling in his stomach.
A few days before their reunion (he refuses to even think of it as anything resembling a date) his mom suddenly announces that she’s going to be hosting a lunch for all her writing-club friends. It’ll be on the same day that he’s supposed to be meeting with Harper, but somehow he still gets roped into helping his mom cook. He wonders for a moment if she actually believes that he only worked in the kitchens during his time in Iraq but is immediately corrected when she hauls out her recipe folder. It’s stuffed to bursting with bits and pieces torn from magazines, hastily printed webpages, glossy pamphlets and delicate scraps of paper covered in his grandmother’s shaky handwriting. Matt’s heart sinks.
“Mama, it’s only the five of you…” He says, eyeing the folder apprehensively as his mom rifles through it. She seems to be gearing toward a three-course banquet.
“I know, but this is my chance to one-up Lindsay!” She replies, handing him a cookie recipe and waving him into the kitchen. Matt sighs. His mom and her best friend are fiercely competitive women, and spend much of their time trying to outdo one another in various activities.
“Besides, it’ll take your mind off your hot date tomorrow.” She grins.
“Mom!” Matt chokes. “We’re not- he isn’t- it’s not a date, okay?! We’re just meeting up to- to talk, and... yeah.” He adds carefully, realising too late that he maybe paused in the wrong place. His mom nods sagely, but winks.
“As long as you’re home by morning after your… talk.” She snickers and Matt wants to die, right there in the kitchen. His mom laughs, nudging him out of the way. He goes willingly but she grabs him before he can properly escape.
“Uh uh. You’re helping me cook whether you like it or not.” She cackles, and Matt has no choice but to resign himself to a whole day of being trapped in the kitchen with his imp of a mother.
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He somehow manages to wake himself up on time the next day, having accidentally fallen into a routine of sleepless nights and late mornings. He doesn’t use his alarm clock anymore. It got switched off, batteries removed, and tucked away in a drawer the day he got home. After the war, he’d figured he deserved to sleep in every day for the rest of his life, and was so far making good on that decision.
He goes through his daily routine, feeling oddly disconnected the whole time, and finally ends up pacing in front of his mirror. Since enlisting, the cargos-and-boots look has grown on him. He doesn’t usually care what people think, but he really doesn’t want Harper to continue to affiliate him with the army, which is stupid because he was there with him and he can’t help it, he’s nervous and he’s meeting up with a guy who knows his dirty secrets, and today might be the day where Matt has to actually tell him to his face how he feels and if it goes wrong it might get ugly and-
He forces himself to take a deep breath. It’s only Harper. He should be relieved, actually. He’s (probably) not going to want to make small talk, and even if he does it’ll be about something relevant to them both. Something that won’t have Matt doing his best to not look bored or irritated. It’s only Harper, he reassures himself again. Nothing to worry about. Yeah right.
He considers asking if he can borrow his mom’s car, but he knows better than anyone that he’s still looking over his shoulder, still ready to fight at a moment’s notice, still operating with a lit fuse. Driving is probably not a good idea. Especially when he’s already antsy. So he catches the bus instead. It’s a fair journey and he spends it alternating between tapping his foot out of rhythm, glancing around at the other passengers (trying to be inconspicuous about it), and checking and re-checking his pockets. I must look like I’m on something, he thinks wryly as he makes accidental eye contact with a middle-aged man a few seats down. The man immediately looks away, but he eyes Matt warily every few minutes. I’m sorry, he wants to say. I’m not fixing to mug you - it’s just that I’ve come back from a fucking war and I can’t seem to adjust to the real world again. It’s not you, it’s me. But he knows he can’t say those things, so he tries not to look in the man’s direction again.
He finally makes his way to the café where he and Harper agreed to meet, grateful to be off the bus. He’s early. Twenty minutes early, actually. The next bus would’ve only left in an hour, and he’d have been rudely late. He picks a table next to the window and near to the door. Unfortunately, that means that everyone who enters walks past him. He can only imagine how shady he looks, flinching every time somebody walks in. By the time Harper arrives, Matt’s already had two coffees in a futile bid to quell his nerves and he’s fidgeting in his seat. Harper gives him a smile and sits opposite him. He opens his mouth but Matt beats him to it.
“Been a while, huh?” He says, unconsciously tapping on the tabletop. Harper nods, taking him in.
“You look agitated.” He replies in his even, measured manner. Matt doesn’t know what to say to that. He is agitated, but he shouldn’t be. So he makes a noncommittal noise, shrugs and looks away. He hears Harper let out a small breath. He jumps embarrassingly hard when the Sergeant touches his fingers.
“It’s okay, y’know.” He says softly, leaning in. Matt shrugs again. He isn’t sure what Harper’s getting at, doesn’t want to push and find out. But he’s itchingly curious at the same time.
“The shakes go away, and you eventually learn to sleep again.” Harper continues. “There’s no shame in looking for help, Ocre. I should know.” It takes Matt a second to realise what he’s talking about. He almost laughs when it clicks. Almost. He’s had two coffees in the space of fifteen minutes, on top of being wired with apprehension. Of course Harper thinks he’s neurotic.
“I’m- uh, I’m okay.” He answers belatedly. “But thanks anyway.” Harper gives him a long, searching look. Matt does his best to meet his gaze, but it’s intense and he can’t hold it for long. Caffeine is a treacherous bitch.
“Good. But if you’re ever not, you can call me, okay?” Harper says, then mercifully changes the subject. Matt manages to stumble through the conversation, but eventually Harper cottons on. He puts his cup down and leans back in his chair. The air between them thickens. Matt’s pulse speeds up even more. He’s probably gonna have a heart attack in a minute. Definitely.
“Come on a date with me, Ocre.” Harper says unexpectedly. Matt hits a wall and goes blank. His heart is hammering like a cartoon woodpecker and he feels lightheaded.
“I- what- a date?” He asks shakily. “Like, a real date or- or just for lunch?”
“It can be for lunch if you want, but I’d rather take you to dinner.” Harper replies smoothly, the corners of his mouth twitching.
“Uh…” Nice, Matt. Real articulate. This guy thinks you’re smart, remember? Harper sighs. He reaches forward, almost-but-not-quite touching his hand again.
“Look, I’ve had weeks to think about this. I don’t know if you were tryna tell me, in Baghdad, that you’re- y’know... yeah.” He continues slowly, carefully picking his words. Maybe he thinks Matt’s gonna bolt if he says it outright. Maybe he’s right. “I’ve toured with a couple of different teams, and it’s normal to think about them every now and then after you come home, but Ocre… I’ve missed you, man.”
Matt doesn’t know how to react. He’s spent the last few days bracing himself for not only rejection, but for the shitstorm that would likely go with it. Because soldiers aren’t gay. Harper seems to understand.
“I get it, y’know. A lotta boys pretty much only enlist because the girls back home throw themselves at a man in uniform, so a guy looking for another guy...” He murmurs, shaking his head. So you can read minds, Matt thinks, just a little sardonically. He looks down at his lap, trying to get his thoughts back together. The caffeine-adrenaline cocktail in his system is probably not helping.
“Ocre…?” Harper prompts gently, and damn if he doesn’t look a little insecure. “D’you wanna go on a date sometime?”
“Yeah.” Matt answers, finally. “Yeah, I’d like that…” He smiles shyly, half to Harper and half to himself. Across the table, Harper lets out a breath. He seems relieved.
“Good. Gimme your address so I can pick you up on... Friday?” He grins. Matt’s own smile broadens as they work out the details. He guesses he got all worked up for nothing. The adrenaline is starting to dissipate. Another coffee is in order, it seems.
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@kingfoxjellyfish asked for jealous Sirius, and??? i don’t know what happened, and i don’t know if this still counts at all but I’m Sorry My Hand Slipped
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“Sirius? Are you okay?”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Sirius says quickly, trying his best to hide any evidence of the stupid outburst he’s just had, but for some fucking reason tears keep falling from his eyes.
“Can I come in?” James says, still in this quiet voice; he’s careful not to wake up Remus and Peter, thank Merlin. Sirius doesn’t want them to see him like this.
“No!” He doesn’t want James to see him like this either. “I’m just… my stomach hurts. I’ll be out in a bit,” he says, even though he knows James can tell it’s all bullshit. If anyone could, it’d always be James.
“Is it your family?”
“It’s nothing,” Sirius chokes out, not being able to hide the sobs escaping him. And James definitely hears that. “Prongs, please, just fuck off.”
James doesn’t fuck off. James is a heroic twat and lets himself into the bathroom.
And there Sirius is, sitting on the floor below the sinks, heads in his knees, face red from crying - he doubts James can see that though, since the only light in the bathroom is the faint moonlight coming through the window.
James sighs quietly, closes the door, and puts a silencing charm - Sirius realized he forgot to do that before. He’s usually good at remembering it (he hates to admit it, but he’s made a habit of crying in the bathroom late into the night), but he was a mess all day today, so it completely slipped from his mind.
“What happened?” James walks up and sits down next to him.
Sirius sniffs and turns his head away. “‘M telling you, nothing did.”
“It couldn’t have been nothing if you’re sobbing on the bathroom floor.”
“Not sobbing. Just…,” Sirius can’t, in fact, find a less embarrassing word for it.
“Sobbing. So, spill. What’s up? Is it your family? Are they writing to you again?”
“No.”
“Is something up with Regulus?
“No, I told you it’s nothing.”
“It’s obviously something. You can tell me, Sirius. I won’t laugh or anything.”
Sirius stays quiet for a moment, only sniffling every now and again. At least he’s managed to stop crying, for now. He doesn’t want to talk about, though. It seems so stupid. But then again, he’s so tired of crying himself silly about it, and maybe talking would help.
And James already knows all of his worst secrets anyway. He knows about his family, and him being gay. What’s one more?
“It’s Moony,” Sirius mumbles into his knees, pulling himself into an even smaller ball.
“Moony? The fuck did he do to you?”
“He didn’t do anything. It’s-... it’s his stupid fucking boyfriend,” Sirius laughs bitterly.
“William? What’d he do?”
“He fucking exists, that’s what he did!” he says, tad too loud. James blinks at him in a silent question.
There’s a moment of quiet thinking between them, and then James draws in a breath.
“Oh. You… Moony?”
“Yeah.”
“Since when?”
“Always. But… mid fourth year, mostly.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Sirius mumbles. It’s not. “I’ll get over it.”
“It’s been two years.”
“I will. Eventually. I just… it’s fine, mostly. It’s just when they’re being stupidly gross it fucking hurts,” he chokes on another sob. “I always had fucking daydreams about it being me. Me that gets to kiss him and hold his hand and take him to Hogsmeade. I had a fucking stupid idea in my head that somehow we’d end up together and all would be happy. Not fucking likely anymore,” his voice cracks, and tears start spilling again.
James hugs him, then. It doesn’t make it all that better - certainly won’t fix the fucking ache he’s feeling in his chest, because he’s 16 and heartbreak seems like the end of the world right now - but in the moment, it helps. There’s a warmth, a soothing force to someone knowing, and it’s stronger because it’s James. Cause he knows James won’t be a prat about it. He’s a prat about a lot of things, but he won’t mention this, Sirius is sure.
“Would having someone make you feel better? Marlene says the Ravenclaw Keeper has a crush on you. He’s cute, apparently.”
“It wouldn’t feel right. Not right now, anyway,” Sirius says into James’s shoulder. “Maybe later. When I’m over it.”
“Will you be okay tomorrow? When Wi- he sits with us at breakfast?”
No. “I have to be,” Sirius replies. “Don’t want Moony noticing.”
He feels James nod, and then he hugs him a little bit tighter.
“We’ll find you a guy you’ll like and then you’ll forget about it.”
“Mhm,” Sirius hums, because honestly, what can he say?
It doesn’t feel like he can forget about it anytime soon. Or ever, even.
At least Remus is happy. Not because of Sirius, but he’s happy. Merlin knows he deserves it, so Sirius will suck it up, and simply pretend to be happy for him.
#IM SORRY#I DIDNT MEAN FOR IT TO TAKE SUCH A SHIT TURN#wolfstar#sirius black#james potter#i really am evil gosh#my tag#fel writes#wolfstar fanfiction
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The Daylight Club Ch. 5 - Gettin’ up
The light was on. But I didn’t have time to look around. The shape was right behind me, I had to hide. I just… needed to… ugh, catch my breath…
My demon power might be low or something, I’m having a bit of difficulty breathing normally… Or was I just tired? I haven’t run like that in months, huh.
“Who the hell is— Oh, sorry sir.” Oh, Donnie’s dad is here? I thought my clubmate said that he worked at night? Good to know that the mind control is still in effect though. I don’t think I can pull his mind down again with my demon power.
I’m just so tired…
I took a deep breath, and looked up at Matt. Instead of his regular shirt and sweatpants I’ve seen him on before, now he was wearing a light blue shirt with dark blue pants. He has a badge near his right pec, and he was holding his belt on his right hand. Was he some kind of cop?
“Uh, hey Matt? What are you doing here?” I mean, besides that he lives here, but I thought he worked during the night? And how was he not aware of the freak show on the streets?!
“One of my mates was covering my shift, but he’s supposed to call in and confirm that I’m not needed tonight” He lifted his phone as he spoke, but left it at the table near him and smiled at me. “Guess I’m not needed tonight. What about you, sir? It’s late and there’s a curfew in progress.”
“I lost track of time, I guess” Then I fell into the account that I don’t have to excuse myself with him. He’s under my control, I can just tell him to not care about it. “But don’t worry about that, I’m here now, right?”
“Yeah, glad to see that you’re safe, sir. May I do something for you?” My head was hurting a little. Was I sick? I felt a bit off at the moment…
“I could just lay down for a bit and then just get off… Know what I mean?” I mean, this was just too much for me. I’m sorry for Adam, but helping around in this town was too taxing for me. I think I may as well just leave and try something easier.
The more human I grow, the weaker I feel against everything around me. And Brandon’s dad could break free from the mind control once my magic runs out.
Speaking of Matthew, he nodded and mumbled a “Get what you mean, sir.” Before walking over to me and lifting me up. I noticed his arms were quite nice and strong. The man started walking upstairs, as I noticed the shape still running in the street.
…I could have resisted Matt’s grip and ran back to help my mates but… You understand that I’d be putting myself in danger just to distract what seems to be an unstoppable being, right?
At the second floor, Matt silently walked over to a room, probably to avoid waking up Donnie. I wondered what his plan was, then I noticed it was his bedroom. A double bed that seemed to be halfway on the making. ‘Like father like son’ I thought, realizing the room was a mess.
The daddy left me on top of his bed, then leaned in to kiss me. What the fuck?!
I pulled him away, of course! “What the hell are you trying to do?!” I never ordered him to do something like this! I just told him I wanted to lay down!
“I-I’m s-so sorry, sir! Y’just said you wanted to g-get off? I thought you wanted me to please you, sir? It was my mistake, please don’t punish me, sir”
It was kind of weird. The big guy misunderstood my words, okay. Then he kneeled in front of me and buried his face on my legs, full of shame. But I could smell the lust coming from him, like he actually wanted this. I don’t think he’s gay, he doesn’t seem like it at least.
I’m gay, so my sexuality wasn’t exactly the problem. The guy is my friend’s dad; I can’t do something like that. Even if I’m a demon- Heck, I wouldn’t have cared before, but I do now!
I caressed Donnie’s dad's hair, and he looked up at me. He looked young-ish. I wondered if he was one of those young fathers… Not my problem, though.
“Shh, it’s okay…” I said, trying to comfort my slave. A little smile appeared on his face. “It’s okay…” He repeated. Hah, I almost forgot how literal and cool mind control was.
I took a deep breath, taking in the smell of his lust. It was like a drug.
Oh geez, if only I could… No, it’s a dumb idea. I shouldn’t tempt my luck with experimentation…
“You can, actually” Fuck my life. Matthew didn’t seem to notice anything, and just stared at me with blank eyes as he waited for my permission to resume what he attempted to do before. I assume the guest wasn’t going to make himself visible for the guy. “Been quite a while, Kev”
I slowly looked up, as I could feel the spine chill going up. There, on the corner of the room, was Asmodeus (Or Deus, as he liked to go by to piss off some angels). The fucker seemed to be showing off that he could teleport and I couldn’t!
The demon took a step forward, and he was fully visible by now. Matthew seemed to not care though, but I did. Deus was taller than me, of course. A good frame, but hidden behind a red buttoned shirt and a black blazer. Sealing the deal (Hah, see what I did there?) with matching black pants and leather shoes, and a little nervous pose with his hands intertwined in front of his package.
‘Of course he would be snooping…’ I thought to myself, wanting to facepalm but not daring to make a move. This one was also a quick one ‘He’s the demon of lust! Matthew is leaking lust!”
“I could help you. I mean, if you want it, but of course you’re going to want it…” He had this nervous smile, intended to gain the trust of the fools who crossed him at night. His face was very handsome, with jet black short hair straightened up and a two-weeks beard that surrounded his face up to the hair. “…I can feel that you’re dying”
“What? No way! I’m not dying, I’m just tired because of all the… Do you know what’s going on outside?” I pointed to the window, and caressed the older guy’s face in front of me.
Donnie’s dad was just out like a light, barely any emotion on his face except for adoration towards me. Mind control is a dangerous weapon, I guess.
Asmodeus tilted his head with curiosity and walked over to the window. I could see the shape entering the same trapdoor it came out of a while ago. That probably means that it stopped looking for me.
“Huh, never seen that one before. Have you?” I shook my head, and he continued. “Strange. What’chu doing here anyway? We thought you were in OceanVille taking care of—”
“I failed at it, and got turned back into a human.” I interrupted him, and decided to take the bad news out of my chest. They would find out sooner or later. They aren’t just demons; they are high rank ones.
Deus just… shrugged at my answer? I thought he was going to break my ankles when he found out. “I’d normally break your ankles, but I don’t have a hammer around. And this seems to be way more interesting, to be honest. Who’s he?” Now he noticed Donnie’s dad, staring up at me.
“Uhm… Matthew Thompson. I’m trying to help out around this town and… I used my mind control on him during my first day or so, mostly by accident” I was nervous, if you couldn’t tell.
In front of me was the demon of sex desire, probably evaluating the situation on his mind, after finding out that someone they sent to a mission had been running away for quite some time.
This was nicer than I imagined, I can tell.
“I do feel that you’re even weaker than before, yep. Thought you were dying there for a second— Waittaminute,” Deus raised his finger and tapped his forehead. “If you’re a human again -somehow because I don’t think that’s possible- how come you can use mind control?”
“It’s kinda like an MP meter of sorts?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, okay. Imagine that there’s an energy bar for me. Each day, that bar depletes a little bit more and more. Since it’s not full, I can’t use any of my powerful demon abilities, like teleporting or reality bending. Hell, I can barely control anyone here because there’s something already in their minds.” I finished explaining, and moved the DILF in front of me to my side. He lied down happily.
Now I had a better look at Asmodeus in front of me. Funny thing about demons, unlike angels, we do like to display emotions!
And Deus’ cheeks were now a bright red as his eyes darted between me and Matthew beside me. “You really don’t know how to charge that MP thingie?” I shook my head again. “Must be rough, even when you have a good source of sin energy right next to you.”
I wasn’t catching his drift. I stared at him, obviously confused. I could smell Matt’s lust but I’ve never heard about sin energy. “What do you mean? Sin energy?”
He nodded. “Y’know, like incubus do. Just that, without killing the subject, of course. That would be unfortunate for you if you can’t get into anyone else’s mind… What does it make this one so special, though? He seems like a regular daddy to me, hehe.”
“Beats me, I didn’t know I couldn't control people here until I did my second try. Had a hard time passing as a student here with the principal. It was like someone was already inside him, if you get what I mean?”
“Oooh, possession, maybe?” The demon suggested, looking again at the window. I noticed someone getting grabbed by a sleeper, but escaping with a stun gun. Going back to Asmodeus, he seemed to be enjoying himself while theorizing.
“I don’t know. I’m just tired, and I’d like to go to sleep. Could we…” Yawn. Why was I so tired?! “…speak tomorrow or something?”
“Oh dear, you need urgent help. C’mon, let’s see what you’ve got.” Asmodeus pushed me over to lie down next to Matt. I wondered if he meant what I think he meant. “Get over there and please that human, his lust will be good for your weaky body.”
Uh… Okay. It’s been quite a while, so I hope I don’t mess this up. He’ll probably throw a tantrum if I do.
I turned around, and proceeded to lower Matthew’s pants and underwear, letting the beast go free. His cock was hard, and the lusty smell was even stronger now. I could hear Deus taking a deep breath too. “Love that smell. C’mon, Kev. Suck it all!”
I leaned in and started licking the tip. I didn’t want to be quick, because the more he lasted, the more lust I would be able to suck.
It didn’t take long for me to start feeling better. Like I was having an energy drink. Matty moaned, as I went down swallowing his bud inch by inch. ‘Oh fuck, this feels so good…’ I thought, as the security guard started thrusting into my mouth.
“Seems like you’re having fun! Here, let me help you!” Asmodeus said, before walking over to Matt’s side and placing a hand on his head. His eyes opened wide, irises now red as he groaned loudly.
“You’re so good at this, sir…” He managed to say, panting. Whatever Deus did, I thanked him for it. The lust coming from Matty just increased a whole lot. Was he controlling the guy to enjoy this even more? Beats me.
Wiggling my tongue around the shaft inside my mouth, I did my best to suck all the pre I could. Did I feel slutty, all of a sudden? Yes. Was I feeling more powerful with each second? Absolutely.
I let go of his cock and started kissing my way up to his face. This was so wrong but I wanted it so badly. Asmodeus’ presence had that effect. It was like my mind was a bit clouded and I wanted to give in to my sexual desire. A less frequent kind of mind control, but still mind control at its core.
Donnie’s dad kissed me once I was near his face, and I kissed him back. Deus the voyeur was rubbing his junk with the show we were putting on for him, as I wrapped my hand around Matt’s cock.
With my newfound power, I managed to deepen the control I had over his mind. If it was fading before, now it was near the power of a real mind controller. It would last as long as I wanted, but it wasn’t as strong as a mind link. That was enough though, I managed to get a pseudo-permanent slave!
…And then he came in my hand.
See? This is why it’s important to tell your slaves to wait until you cum to do so!
Never mind, the cum fell on my hand, so I just brought it to my mouth and swallowed it. I think the cum was like the highest part of his lust, so I could feel my demon MP meter busting back to high levels!
I gave Matt a little kiss on his cheek, before going away from the bed. My clothes had a bit of cum on top of them. Fuck my life, again.
Deus waited for me at the bottom of the bed, standing with a big smile. “That was a good show! I would have told the guy to wait until I came before him being finished… I didn’t expect him to be a quicky, though.”
“Well, yeah. Kinda forgot about that. But hey, I feel so much better now!” I flexed a bit, but there wasn’t much to show off. I was kinda referring to my energy. “Thanks, Deus!” I was going to go forward and hug him, but quickly remembered who he was.
He rolled his eyes, he’s never been the affectionate type. He always had a hard time comprehending ‘romance’, as far as I’ve heard.
“Would you come back to hell some time? Cerberus certainly misses playing fetch with you…” My ‘superior’ caressed my cheek softly.
“I don’t think I’m allowed in hell anymore… Maybe they could come visit?” That wasn’t the answer Asmodeus expected, but he certainly took it well. He reached into his blazer’s pocket and handed me a whistle.
“Call them yourself, they’d love to help with… whatever that is” He pointed to the window once again, as the shape could be seen leaping into a rooftop. “Did it grow wings? Ugh, forget it. This place is weirder every time I come up. It was nice to see you, though.”
“It was nice to see you—” Deus walked over to the dark spot he came from and disappeared right in front of me. “—Too…”
I looked at the whistle in my hand. It had a mix of red and white, and you could sense its powers making the thingie shake a little. ‘That’s really nice’ I mumbled.
After that, I placed it next to my side of the bed. I thought about saving that in a safe place though, so I walked out of the room, the tingling whistle still in my hand, and entered Donnie’s room.
I tried to walk slowly, to avoid waking him up as I reached out for my bag. There was no need for that though, Donnie’s bed was empty.
Fuck. Where would he be?
I shook the thought, grabbed my bag and walked out of the room. I don’t think he’d be okay with me discovering his nightly adventures, unless he went to Patrick’s house or something like that?
I entered his dad’s room, and walked over to the bed. Bag beside me, I climbed on top of the bed and pulled the daddy in for a hug.
Matt’s lust was doing a good job, I already felt way stronger than before. I looked over at him and kissed him on the lips. He returned it, and smiled.
“Good night, Matty” I mumbled, caressing his hair and getting closer to him.
He didn’t answer, out like a light again. I closed my eyes and followed his example.
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I woke up next to Matthew, who was still blissfully asleep. Lucky for me, I locked the door last night before I fell asleep. I wouldn’t know how to explain to mind fucked Brandon in the next room what am I doing sleeping with his father.
Almost naked, the usual morning wood was showing off through my underwear. ‘That’s what you get for not telling the guy to be the last one cumming’ I told myself again. It’s such a basic thing when you have control over someone for something so banal as sex!
I felt powerful though. Again, like I could bend the world on my whim.
But still, not like before. I felt like if I did so many relentless things, I’d end with my MP bar gone in no time. I could feel right now that it was still depleting itself, probably at 99%?
I got up from Matthew’s bed, and he didn’t even notice. He was still deeply asleep, which was a good thing. His lust was more than enough to fill me up, and it helped me feel really good. I owed this guy, so I’ll make sure he escapes from this nightmare town once this is all over.
He and Donnie, they’ve been really helpful.
After unlocking Matty’s door, I walked over to Donnie’s room and noticed he woke up recently. “Hmm…? Good morning- Oooh you’re in your underwear.”
“Yeaaah, sorry about that. I fell in the mud yesterday, had to take a shower and slept on the couch” I lied. He covered his eyes anyway, and looked away. “Could I, uhm, borrow some of your clothes again?”
“Closet. Take whatever you want, not using that anymore.” Brandon interrupted me, trying to grab his school bag.
“Why not?” I asked, a bit concerned. He lent the clothes out of kindness before, but now I felt like it was rather out of disgust, for some reason?
“It’s… I just don’t like it anymore. Also, have you thought about… I don’t know, moving out now that I’m not part of the club?” Oh, so that’s what we’re playing?
“Uh… your dad invited me to stay as long as I wanted. I wouldn’t like to abuse the hospitality but… It’s a nice change of pace, y’know? We could be roomies!” I patted his shoulder, and walked over to the closet.
“Sounds… amazing. I’ll head to school, I’m not feeling that hungry this morning, uh… See ya.” He was clearly bothered by my answer, but he wouldn’t show it. That’s what you get for trying to kick out the master of the house, big guy.
…I mean, I’m not the master of the house, but I control his dad, right?
“Yeah, see ya later” I mumbled, as he left the room. Now, what to do…
I already mentioned that Donnie’s old clothes were bigger than mine’s, but hey, better than nothing. I can’t go around wearing the same stuff over and over and over again. It’s disgusting.
So, a simple tee, a green hoodie, and some jeans. That should do the trick.
I went to get my bag from Matthew’s room. Donnie was already out, so there was no need to try and go after him. He didn’t seem friendly before, so I don’t think he’d like to walk together to school.
I’m not going to lie, and I can’t just forget what happened last night. Asmodeus, one of the high rank demons I mentioned before, visited during the night and was actually way chilled than I expected. That means that the other high rank demons know where I am, which can be either a very bad thing, or maybe a good thing?
I tried to shake the thoughts off my head and just walked out of the house.
I could teleport, but I’ve learned that it’s better to economize the demon power. As good as it was, I’m not going to suck a dick every night because I’m too lazy to walk a few streets.
My other clubmates were nowhere to be seen, which worried me a little. What if they were trapped, just like Donnie a few nights ago?
After arriving at school, I realized I was wrong. I could see the two random club mates that went with Bobby and I to last night’s mission chatting together, like nothing much happened. They seemed really tired though, so I assumed they managed to go back to the hideout and spent the night there.
The last bit of my worries vanished as the hunky cowboy grabbed me by the shoulders as I walked into the corridor.
“Uh, didn’t you pick your phone during the whole night?” Bobby asked as we walked, an annoyed tone on his voice. I went over to my locker but he shooed me off with his hands. “We won’t need books today… Drama club’s coming to an end and we’re the ones that have to dismantle it.”
“Yaaay” Molly appeared behind us, looking a bit more energized than yesterday. “Robby Bobby, how many nights have you spent awake?” She asked him.
“Uh… Like three? There was Kevin’s arrival night… but I did sleep in that one so I don’t know if it counts. Uh, I slept an hour or so yesterday after school. And I stood awake all night helping in the hideout after we aborted the mission, which I was telling Kevin about responsibility because…”
A yawn. The perfect moment for Molly to take over the conversation. “You probably know what he means. We have no way if you’re dead or alive out here, so make sure to tell us if you’re safe. Where were you last night?” She was the good cop of the situation, and I would have normally vanished both of them to hell’s pits if I’d had my powers any early.
But it’s been a few rough months and they’re some of the few ones that showed me kindness, so let’s return that kindness saving this freaking town.
“Got back to Donnie’s house. Funny enough, couldn’t find him in his room at the time, but he was at the morning—”
“That motherfucker…” Bobby mumbled, pulling out his phone from his pants and tapping furiously at the screen. “We’ve got a stalker around us.”
The phone displayed a chat with a private number. A single message could be seen, it was a picture of Bobby and me on top of a rooftop, from a weird angle. A caption was written below the pic.
“I’M WATCHING YOU”.
“So, uh, Donnie was there, obviously. But why? And why send a warning message? That sounds like the stupidest thing in the world to do when you stalk someone.” Molly sighed. “Y’know what, I’m not in the mood for this shit. No, today we’re normal teenagers, disassembling their drama club because they want to ditch class and take as long as they can.”
“I support the motion; you guys seem like you need some fun!” I added. Now that I was back at full power, I could try to cheer up the ambience around here! Everyone loves a party demon.
“Pfft. Anything to avoid math class. C’mon, the other drama geeks should be there already” Bobby finished the discussion, and pointed me in the way of the club.
The three of us walked there, and Molly tried to get as many help hands as possible to make the task easier. I recognized a few of the daylight club’s kids following us to the drama club. Huh, Brandon was right, it was the perfect façade while at school!
Molly used a key to open a large door, before being greeted with complete darkness.
The lights turned back on as apparently, a welcome wagon was waiting for us inside.
“SURPRISE!” I wasn’t scared, not at all. I just didn’t expect it!
But after I regained my sense of the situation, I just noticed the lamest party I've ever seen. And that’s coming from someone who witnessed a party in heaven before being kicked out for not being worthy enough.
Boxes around the scenario with materials, disguises, and paraphernalia inside decorated the room. A few tables, one with a jar of water and some salt crackers, the other filled with some bags on top of it.
“What the hell is going on? You guys aren’t part of my club!” Molly shouted at the little group. Donn- Brandon (I really should get used to that) and Patrick were leading their little pack next to the tables.
“We thought it would be nice to do a good deed for you guys! After so many years of leading this club, the last day should be special so… we asked the principal for permission and we pulled this little reunion all on our own!” Patrick explained, as he grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water.
“Guys, we have to clean this place up. We’re not here to have fun or anything.” Bobby got back to being the chilled one, but I could feel that he wanted to punch those smiles out of the preppy guys’ faces.
“We thought about that too! So, we all have the day free to relax due to Mr. Andrews feeling too tired to work today!” Brandon answered, a big smile on his face. “Hey Kevin, I like your hoodie!”
‘Is he trying to roast me?’ I wondered, chuckling a bit. Donnie was such an intimidating guy just a few days ago and now he looked ready to hit a tea party with the queen of Spain. Even if he tried to be mean, or threaten me in some way, I would probably laugh in his face.
Hey, seems like my confidence is back too! Being at full power is AWESOME!
“Thanks. So… what’s going on here? Shouldn’t we be packing up stuff?” I asked, trying to sound innocent at the fact that both Brandon and Patrick know that I lied to them.
“Nope. Dress up and have some snacks. There are also gift bags for each one of you guys, we’re having one last cast party and we wanted it to be special!” Patrick said, wrapping an arm around Brandon.
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Half an hour later, we were all fully dressed in old costumes on top of our regular clothing. Nobody wanted to really dress up, much less for the duo of terror that were just a bit too happy with the party.
No music, because we couldn’t bother the classes that were happening nearby. This had to be the lamest party ever, confirmed.
People were sort of excited about the gift bags, though. I grabbed one, and noticed it had a bottle full of water and a pair of CHORUS’ brand earbuds. Like the ones Brandon and Patrick wore all the time, and I noticed a few other students wore them too, but they’re less than 10 people, including the ex club mates.
Gives you a good idea of what we’re up against, but since apparently Patrick’s family is pretty powerful around here, still keeps everyone in their place.
I have to remember that the daylight club’s members (The only resistance that I know of in this awful town) are indeed high school students, it’s not like one of them will jump on top of him and start beating the ‘eck outta him.
Bobby seemed to have noticed the earbuds too, because he walked to me and tried to snatch them from my hands. I moved my hand to avoid him. “I won’t use ‘em. Already noticed the preppy duo wearing this thingies”
He sighed “I’m glad you did so. Molly connected the dots before I could put them on, now we’re trying to get everyone out of here and make sure they don’t wear these… whatever they are.” Bobby explained, taking a broken earbud from his pocket. “Molly squashed it with her shoe. Way to go, huh?”
“You know what this means?” I said, a bit excited. This could be sort of considered as an attack to our club. So, when you’re attacked, you usually return the blow, right?
“Yeah, we’re taking as many samples of these thingies as we can so Ethan can investigate them. Maybe we’ll be able to discover-”
I interrupted him with a finger over his lips. He looked at me weirded out, and slowly moved his hand to take mine off him. “I’ve got a plan already” I mumbled.
Donnie wants to be a golden good boy now? Let’s make it as difficult as possible!
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Sirius felt himself return to consciousness. The images of warm calloused hands, bright, happy camp-fires and sweat slicked bodies were immediately replaced with a sudden need to vomit and fear that his skull was moments from cracking in half, exploding from pain.
He stood up and dashed for a bush, expelled the contents of his stomach-albeit not much-and groaned in agony. He looked around at two of his best mates, in similar hell, and smiled slightly till he had to close his eyes to block out the excruciating sun. Misery does love company, after all.
Eyes closed, the warm darkness brought on a cascade of memories from the night before. Dancing around a fire in their pants, like a trio of idiots-thanks Prongs. Drinking vermouth to begin with-thanks Wormtail. Vanishing tents because how else would they be real men-yeah that one was Sirius, of course.
Then a memory of James voice encouraging him to-no he wouldn’t.
“Prongs, did you let me drunk call people last night?”
James moaned in response.
“No,” Sirius gasped. He felt panicked as memories of yelling into his phone some weird song that involved butchering Remus’ name assaulted his mind. “Did you tell me to call Moony last night?”
“I may have mentioned the merit in a drunken confession.”
Sirius stomach dropped out.
“I would like it on record that I was completely against it,” Peter interjected.
“Oh fuck,” Sirius groaned and laid down on the grass.
Why was it always fucking him?
James crawled on hands and knees and curled in a ball beside Sirius, flinching under his murderous glare.
“I’m sorry. Maybe we should turn our phones off before a night of drinking.”
“I’m never drinking again, look where it gets me. I think- fuck Prongs-I left him a voicemail where I waxed poetic about his hands! HIS FUCKING HANDS!”
“That I don’t remember,” James chuckled, but then winced when Sirius punched his shoulder.
“He probably hasn’t even heard it yet,” Peter said thoughtfully. “He did text me earlier to say his phone was going to die and he’d forgotten his charger. Wouldn’t have one till he got home tomorrow morning.”
Sirius looked up hopefully. Maybe they could, oh but it would never work, they’d have to get to Wales and none of them could apparate in their state. They’d also have to somehow manage to steal Remus’ phone without him seeing, get it back to London-
“We can do it,” James nodded, recognizing the look on Sirius’ face. “Just let me die here for a little bit and we’ll get to the car.”
They drove through to the afternoon, arriving at the Lupin’s cottage in a few short hours. Lyall answered the door but after a disgusted sniff, scowled at the boys and told them Hope and Remus had ventured out to a cousins in London. He quickly slammed the door shut in Sirius’ face and they were once again on the road.
“I swear to Merlin, James, if this ends badly,” Sirius warned.
“Look, if anything you can claim it was a prank gone wrong. Alcohol distorting the point of the prank, and I don’t know, making it more confusing.”
“Oh sure, that will go really well,” Peter rolled his eyes.
“Or, you could just tell him it was all true and then snog his face off,” James teased.
“Remus doesn’t feel like that about me,” Sirius gripped the steering wheel and glared at the road. “You think I would keep this secret for all these years if I wasn’t damn certain the truth would ruin our friendship?”
He cursed under his breath. He had made a move on Remus’ about 10 years ago, laying on their backs at the top of the astronomy tower in sixth year. He had kissed him, and Remus had pushed him away and told him not to confuse things. It was pretty clear then that Remus didn’t want him.
“I don’t get it,” James shook his head. “You could have any bloke you wanted, I see them throwing themselves at you. When was the last time you even went on a date?”
Sirius was about to object, that he went out with plenty of men, but he wasn’t sure they’d agree that one offs in the loo of a dirty pub once every few months really counted.
“Over a year ago,” Peter supplied.
“Not all of us can be with the person they are in love with, settle down and have a bloody family by the time they are twenty-one,” Sirius snarled. “And you,” he pointed at Peter through the rear view mirror. “You are not allowed to have an opinion on my relationship status when you don’t date at all.”
“I’m aro,” Peter shrugged.
“And I’m bloody serious, so both of you lay off me.”
Sirius muttered mockeries under his breath. He turned down a dead-end street as the sun began to disappear behind the trees.
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“Merlin’s saggy balls!” Sirius booted the tire of James father’s car in frustration. “How do we even find him?”
They had knocked on the door and a couple cute young college kids answered the door. Not an extension of the Lupin family, and had no idea who Remus or Hope even were.
“How did Lyall give us the wrong address? Shouldn’t he know where his own family lives?” James asked, similarly discouraged.
”Lyall Lupin doesn't even like his own son, why would he care about a cousin?” Peter said absently.
”Plan B, Padfoot,” James said slowly. “Prank gone wrong. It’s believable.”
“Honestly, you should just tell him the truth,” Peter rolled his eyes. “He won’t stop being your friend, you know him better than that.”
Sirius dug his hands in his pockets and glared at the ground. Why did this have to happen. Why did he have to drink so much. Why did he have to confess his undying love to Remus?
“Well, I’m out of options, so just remember I want my casket in red oak, not that cheap shit. I know your parents are loaded so don’t hold out on me,” Sirius grinned at James but his smile quickly faded and he groaned.
Sirius kept glancing at his phone, no new calls, or texts. Obviously Remus hadn’t heard the voicemail—yet, because he wasn’t being bombarded with questions or apologies or—what he wanted most—returned affections. He knew that was an impossibility.
James took the drivers seat again and they set off on their trip back to London. Peter was snoring in the back and James was humming along with the radio. Harry and Lily would be sleeping when he had finally dropped them off and slipped into their cottage in Godric’s Hollow, so they had stopped for some take out and pulled up outside an old skate park.
“Why do you think Remus doesn’t like you back?”
“I tried to kiss him once, back when I first realized I was gay—like super gay—he pushed me away. Told me he didn’t want me to ruin things when I was finally earning back his trust.”
“Can you blame him? After what you did-”
“Of course not, but if he had felt something for me, he would have said something back then.”
James made a noncommittal noise and went back to his curry.
“Blimey, this stuff is garbage,” he complained and Sirius smirked.
“Nothing beats your mums,” Sirius chuckled.
James nods as they drive off towards Sirius’ flat. When they pull up Peter is awake and slides into the passenger seat. They both wave and Sirius slips into the building. When he’s in the safety of his bed he lets all his doubts cloud around him, attacking him with anxiety and gloom. Was he going to wake up and lose Remus forever. Had he already lost him and just didn't know it yet
~*~
Of course his dreams were affected by his uncertainty. Words of harsh rejection yelled at him in Remus’ pitch. It was as if he was drowning in ‘let’s just be friends’,‘I can’t even look at you’ and ‘you disgust me’. He was covered in a cold sweat and he felt sick. He was overreacting, he told himself, but the fear of losing one of his most important people terrified him.
It was half-past eight when he knocked quietly on Remus’ door.
“Oh hey Moons, can I use your phone?” Sirius pushed past and stood expectantly in his living room.
“Sure, something up with yours?”
“Oh err, yeah not working right.”
Remus hums in agreement and Sirius darts over to the phone charging on the wall. ‘1 new voicemail’ flashed on the screen. Sirius sighs with relief as he punches in the voicemail code and listens.
“Moony, no doubt Sirius is on his way over there right now. We went to great lengths this weekend to attempt to prevent you listening to Sirius’ voicemail from friday night, but in case he managed to delete it, I think you should know anyways. He’s mad about you. You both are a couple of idiots who need to wake up and smell the big gay love.” Siriuis could hear James snickering as Peter spoke and then the line went dead. He cursed under his breath, vowing to kill James. But then, if this was the only new voicemail. Oh fuck.
Sirius turned off the phone, squeezed the phone in his hands, and bracing himself turned around to face Remus. Remus who was standing now, leaning against the doorway to his bedroom with a raised brow and crossed arms. Remus who had a delicious little smirk playing at the corner of his gorgeous mouth. Remus who-
“Anything interesting?”
Siius didn’t know what to say. What could he even say? So he didn’t say anything he just stood there like a wild animal cornered, assessing his escape options. Remus pushed off of the wall and strode forward a few paces and came to a halt in front of Sirius, not five feet from him.
“You know,” Remus said thoughtfully. “I got this really interesting voicemail Saturday morning.”
Sirius felt the colour drain from his face.
“But you-”
“You didn’t think my mum would let me get away with not having a phone all weekend did you?” Remus interrupted with a smile, amusement painting his every feature. Then his smile faded into a look of uncertainty. “Look, if you want, we can forget the whole thing.”
“What do you-”
“You were drunk,” Remus interrupted again. “We all say things we don’t entirely mean when we’ve had far too much to drink, and you definitely sounded like you had too much to drink.”
“Well I-”
“And you didn’t really get my hopes up or anything, it’ll be fine. Our friendship is the most important thing to me. You, James, Peter, us-the Marauders I mean-That’s what matters and I wouldn't want to screw any of that up. Nothing else matters, I don’t want to make anything awkward either, the other stuff could just fade away.”
Sirius grinned, both his brows raised and watched as Remus babbled away, offering a ‘Moony?’ every so often, hoping to cut into his spoken monologue. And people told Sirius that he was the one who liked to hear himself talk.
“Granted it hasn’t in years. I mean, it’s not like weird or anything-fuck-I just mean-”
“Moony!” Sirius said loudly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head in exasperation. “Shut up.”
He stepped forward quickly, gripped Remus shoulders and pulled him against himself. Their noses were practically touching, Remus’ eyes locked with Sirius’.
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, tell me now,” Sirius said quietly, practically a whisper in the silent room, their lips a mere inch apart. When Remus didn’t reject him Sirius closed his eyes and brushed his lips gently against Remus’ in a chaste kiss. He pulled away and looked at Remus, searching his face for a reaction and grinned when Remus beamed back at him.
One of Remus’ arms snaked around Sirius’ waist and the other cupped the back of his neck, pulling him back into a kiss that was deeper, stronger, and felt like a promise. They tasted, explored and teased for what seemed like forever, and ended too soon. Remus tasted like fresh water in the desert, smelled amazing, felt like home. They were still standing there-sirius still in his leather jacket and his shoes on-when a loud crash interrupted their ministrations.
“All your clothes better be on, Pads,” James called as he banged his way into Remus’ flat. “I swear to Merlin!”
Remus chuckled as Sirius groaned and dropped his head to Remus’ shoulder, but his shoulders shook with his own laughter too. He pulled back and looked back into Remus’ eyes who simply winked at him.
“What if it’s me who stripped and pulled a naked man, Prongsie?”
“Well that would be quite unexpected and out of character for the great Mssr. Moony, and I would have to encourage it,” Sirius could practically hear him grinning. “Carry on, I’ll just wait here, totally not listening to you both at all.”
Sirius grabbed a pillow off of Remus’ bed, darted out of Remus’ room and threw it at James who was sprawled out on the couch already flicking through the tele.
“Perv,” Sirius laughed and tackled James, giving him a couple playful punches to the gut.
Remus’ laughed and pulled out some of the pizza James had brought--apparently it was already lunch time, they really had been snogging for sometime--and settled on the floor, all lanky limbs and curly hair. Sirius watched him fondly before falling back into their usual banter and good natured teasing. This was the best part of being in love with his best friend.
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