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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Lost Boys (7/8)

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It had curtains that gave a masque of privacy, but were still pretty see-through. My hands trembled as I parted them. I didn’t want to return home anymore. Ruby - or what was left of her - would remain. And I didn’t want to see her, especially now. I crawled to the corner of the bed, wrapping myself up in the soft lavender sheet.

I thought Dwayne would leave me be and rejoin the group, but instead, I heard him sigh and sit down on the edge. He was fiddling with something; probably his shoes, because a few seconds later, I heard two loud thuds hit the ground.

His hands rubbed my lower leg, and I almost enjoyed the sensation. Sometimes, it made me think that he really did care. I laid on my side and scooted away, and he let me. I hogged the entire blanket, even though the bed smelled of soot and dirt from the surroundings. My eyes fluttered shut from sheer emotional exhaustion, although my brain wasn’t ready to shut down yet.

I heard Dwayne pulled himself onto the bed. I’d taken the liberty of angrily discarding his leather jacket, only to replace it with the warm sensation of the sheet. The blanket was pulled away and instead, it was replaced with Dwayne’s chest. He pressed up against me and I felt his head burrow into my neck. His hand gently rose to my hair and moved it aside.

I grunted in annoyance, but didn’t quite feel like swatting him away. One of his jean-covered legs covered mine while he pressed a singular sweet kiss to my neck.

He pulled away, deciding to just wrap his arm around my waist. I’d cornered myself, so there was nothing to do except lean against him. I couldn’t help but grab at his hand. I was used to sleeping with stuffed animals at a bare minimum. And right now, I really needed a stuffed animal.

“You’ll understand soon,” he muttered, his deep voice rich and velvety.

“There’s nothing to understand Dwayne,” I replied, almost choking on my words. “You’re all monsters. And now I’m one, too. You didn’t even ask permission.”

“You would’ve said no if we asked.”

“That should be indication enough that you are all fucked up.”

He grumbled in dismay, realizing he wasn’t going to win. He intertwined our fingers. We yawned synonymously, and I realized the sun was about to rise. As much as I would have enjoyed being away from these people, I knew I couldn’t be in the state I was in.

At least I could go to work tomorrow night. At least I could be human for a little while.

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“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re banned from this store?” Max exclaimed, although his almost blank expression betrayed that he was more so tired than angry.

David shrugged from the designated romance aisle he was in, placing ‘Pretty in Pink’ back on the shelf. “Don’t waste your breath, old man. You hired one of us.”

Marko was hovering beside me as I ignored the lot of them by restocking the drama aisle, and cackled at the same time as Paul. Dwayne was nowhere to be found, and I was rather grateful for that. I hated myself so much, but I couldn’t help but fertilize that soft spot for him no matter what I did.

Marko swung his arm around my shoulder, much to my dismay. Max clicked his tongue in annoyance, balling up his fists. “Out! You’re distracting my employee. I’ll call the security guard if you don’t leave. Understood?”

They all groaned, and Marko separated from me. “Bye, Y/n,” he chimed. The rest bid me ado as well, but I ignored all of them, only offering a curt wave. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the bell rang, indicating that they’d left the vicinity. I could finally work in peace.

Max still hovered, though, watching me in concern. “They’re driving you up the wall, huh?”

“You could say that.”

I set the final cassette, ‘The Outsiders,’ on the shelf and stood straight, arching my back. The bell rang again, indicating a new customer. However, Max had an extra hop in his step as he approached the counter. I set the rack back where it usually was. However, something bout the customer caught my attention.

“I’m glad to see you back, Ms. Emerson. We have a position open ready for you if you’re still interested?”

A petite woman with a pixie cut and a very kind demeanor nodded. “That would be lovely. I need more of a reason to leave the house. My sons have been acting insane ever since we moved here.”

I couldn’t help but interject. “Wait, you’re Ms. Emerson?”

Both seasoned adults turned to me. Max had a quirked brow, seemingly displeased that I interrupted. He was a good person and didn’t mention it, though. The mother immediately piped up,” Yes! Do I know you?”

“Um, well, I know your son, Michael. We went out a few nights ago and - uh - we stupidly forgot to give each other our numbers afterwards.”

She clasped her hands together. “Oh, lovely! I was hoping he could make some friends here. Maybe you’re the girl he’s so moody about, hm? Max, do you have a spare pen and paper —?”

Max, surprised by the request, shuffled around underneath the desk. He pulled out an old receipt and a pen, handing it to the nice woman. She hummed happily as she jotted down a telephone number. She also wrote something else, which I didn’t recognize until she handed it to me. “Here. Feel free to stop by for a dinner. Michael’s been so evasive lately and I suppose you’re the reason. I just wish he told me about these things, you know?”

I sent her a grin, making note of the address she jotted down. “Thank you! That would be lovely. Um, sorry for interrupting.”

Max laughed and waved me off, making a comment to the mother about young love. My shift had only just started, but I realized I needed to get to a phone during one of the breaks. I’m sure Michael was sensible enough to take the same approach as we had; he was probably holed up at home inside his room wondering what the fuck was going on.

I bit my lip in thought. Max stepped into the back and went to the storage after Ms. Emerson left, which automatically meant I was to man the counter. It was late enough that not as much people were coming in, but enough did that it didn’t leave me dying of boredom and I rewatched the same trailers on the buzzing overhead television.

A few hours passed before I was ‘officially’ on break. It was just past midnight and Max was seemingly nowhere to be seen. I suspected the boys were around due to how much wind was about. I took the chance to ring up Michael’s number.

It rang for a few minutes. I was getting worried that he wasn’t actually home and he was more susceptible to the transformation than I was. And didn’t he have a brother? Was he okay —?

“Hello?”

I recognized his demure voice instantly. He was almost foaming at the mouth, I could tell. That meant he had yt to kill his brother, or so I hoped.

“Michael, this is Y/n.”

The line went silent for a moment. He clearly hadn’t expected a call from me when I Was one of those blood suckers. I could only imagine the torment he was going through. I heard a groggy, younger voice ask who it was.

He stuttered for a minute. “U - uh, it’s her. The one that’s with them —“

The phone was suddenly yanked away, and I had to distance my ear. The young boy was screaming at the top of his lungs. “Why you blood sucker! What the hell did you do to my brother? I’ll have you know that we’re this close to saving him —“

The phone was tore away, even though he was still barking. It was muffled, but I could hear Michael insist,” She’s not one of them. She’s like me.”

“…Oh.”

“Y/n. I… I need help. It’s been several days, and —“

“Don’t worry, Michael,” I stated firmly. “I can get you a bottle from the cave. Can you meet me there after my shift? I’m working until two tonight. They won’t be back yet. I need to see you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ll see you then. Not too far from the boardwalk, right?”

“That’s right. Thanks, Michael. I’ll see you soon.”

“Good-bye.”

I hung up the phone. Somehow, Max entered the store through the front entrance. His shirt seemed somewhat damp, and yet, he looked satisfied. I didn’t dare question him, though, since he was probably splashed by a kid at the water slide. We greeted each other courteously and we went on with work.

The moment my shift ended, though, I was out the door. It always amazed me that Max could be so spry on his feet at this time of night when he was just an average guy. I was the vampire here, and even I became sleepy from just standing in the same spot with nothing to do for six hours straight.

It was but a half an hour walk to the cliff-side. When I arrived, I didn’t see Michael, so I took the chance to step into the cave and grab a bottle. As I suspected, the boys were out on the town. Or I could hope. They might’ve been feeding, since usually they hovered until work was finished. Then again, I told them my shift ended at three.

When I climbed back up, I saw a rather limp figure moving through the fog. “Michael?”

They became alert, coming closer so that I could see them. The glistening moonlight made him look absolutely gorgeous with his dark curls and his chiseled chin. He was biting his lip and seemed rather distressed. No other words were exchanged as I handed him the bottle and he downed it quickly.

The moment it parted from his lips, he was overcome with a surge of anger. He cursed loudly and threw it out into the sea. I didn’t watch it fall, as I was far too concerned for him. I stepped closer, and with a shaky hand, I stroked his cheek. His anger dissipated and he leaned into it with a sigh.

“What’s happening to me, Y/n?”

“You’re becoming a vampire,” I admitted solemnly. “I’ve been in the midst of turning for months. I’ve been stubborn. To fully turn, you must kill with your own hands and drink someone completely. They’re getting anxious, and…”

His eyes flitted over my face curiously.

“And?”

“They want you to be my first meal.”

He let out a disdained sigh, placing his hand over mine. It was clear the idea of death frightened him. But it was more so the fact that we had feelings for each other when I was expected to be the death of him. He was such a gorgeous and good man. I’d never dream of hurting him.

Then yet again, Ruby never dreamt of hurting me, and look where we ended up.

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine. “It’ll be alright,” he comforted confidently.

“How do you know? I’ve been researching for months how —“

“My brother, Sam, met some people. The Frog Brothers. Apparently they know what to do, but they’re reluctant. They insist that Sa should kill me before I kill him.”

I exhaled shortly, rubbing my nose against his affectionately. “There must be a better way.”

“Sam’s talking to them again tomorrow. They thought this man my other’s going out with, Max, was the head vampire they needed to kill. That ended up being wrong. I told them that tomorrow I’ll show them where the hide out is, and… I want you to be out of the way for it. You can stay with me.”

I gasped quietly, hope fluttering in my chest for the first time in a while. Could it be so? Was it possible that this hell could come to grinding stop?

“Stay with me tonight,” he requested, fondness evident in his eyes. “I want to keep you safe.”

Despite the circumstances, my heart fluttered and my hand ghosted down to his neck. I played with some of his hair and I was so very tempted to agree. Without any further words exchanged, he pulled me to him and we kissed. It was romantic and sparks flew. I’d never felt so strongly for a man I barely knew, not even Dwayne. Michael had my heart and, even without Ruby in my life, I thought maybe living good be bearable if it was with him.

Our lips molded together perfectly, quiet moans of contempt escaping me. The wind rustled our hair and sent shivers down my spine, but it didn’t distract us, only bringing us closer. I loved the feeling of his lingering human warmth as his chest pressed against mine. I loved feeling his hands caress my arms and waist so lovingly. I liked Michael, and I liked him a lot.

When our lips parted, I found myself wanting more. However, a wave of sadness hit me. “I can’t.”

“Why?” he prodded.

“They’ll look for me. We don’t want them to suspect anything.”

He frowned, recognizing my logic. “Are you… sure?”

I sent him a reassuring smile, drawing my finger down the cent of his chest. “How about… when this is all over… I join you for dinner? Your mother invited me and I think it would be really nice to go on a date with you. A normal, non-vampiric date.”

A laugh bubbled in his throat, and that seemed to calm his uneasiness. “That sounds nice.”

I pulled at his collar to crash my lips against his one last time. He returned it instantly, an unbridled passion burning within one another. I wanted to be with him as a normal human being. And for the first time, it seemed plausible. Ruby’s death had been in vein, but nothing else would be.

We parted and Michael disappeared in the fog. I found myself standing there staring at the spot he once stood. I hugged myself, and despite the circumstances, I found myself smiling.

I wasn’t hungry. It was under control. Maybe it would be nice to take a walk along the beach. Nobody would be there this late and it would be nice to get some distance from the boys.

That thought alone solidified my decision.

I followed along the cliff until I made it to the boardwalk. And then I followed along the boardwalk until I made it to the familiar steps to the beach. I couldn’t help but remember when Ruby and I took the same steps to go to the concert. She was suffering, but at least she wasn’t dead. The pier was completely shut down minus the video store. All the street lamps were off and I relied solely on the moon for light.

The beach was deserted. All I could hear was my breathes and the waves. I left my shoes by the steps so instead, my feet enjoying the feeling of the soft sand. I had my hands buried in my jean pockets, humming aimlessly to myself. It was a pleasant sensation to be alone, if only for an hour or two. I wanted to go home so badly, especially since David told me they cleaned up the mess there to avoid suspicion. But it just didn’t feel right.

My gaze moved from my feet to my surroundings. I was along the part of the beach that bordered the Santa Carla wilderness. The trees occasionally trembled with night wildlife. I was calm and collected. I was alone and that was nice. Maybe I should have invited Michael with me.

Thinking of Michael made me think of Dwayne. We came here on our first - and only official - date. After that, things went to hell.

I remember holding his hand willingly. I remember how sweet and normal he was for a few days. During that time span, I thought that maybe he was kind of guy I could fall in love with. That still hadn’t changed, though. I still harbored feelings for him, despite the circumstances.

I just knew better now. And where I looked at Michael he was the one who I saw a glimpse of a potential future with.

I was tired. I decided to plop onto the sand and lay down on it. I did half-assed ‘sand’ angels before pausing comfortably, digging my hands into the ground. The sand had an incline, so if I sat up even slightly, I could watch the beach. I was close enough to the water that when I elongated myself, My heels grade the salt water comfortably.

I exhaled peacefully. I wanted so badly to fall asleep here, but I knew the daylight would burn me - or so I assumed from the general vampire lore. My eyes fluttered shut and I found myself listening to the surrounding sounds. The waves, the crumbling sand, the rustling trees, the roaring wind —

I sat up quickly in realization. I looked up, and although the sky was dark, I could vaguely make out four descending figures. I wasn’t sure why I was still afraid. Maybe it was because freedom was so very close. The fact that I could taste happiness on my tongue and didn’t want it taken away from me.

I watched warily as they landed on the ground.

“So this is where she wandered off to, boys,” David hissed in amusement.

The rest laughed, and Marko, after greeting me quickly dived onto the beach to sit right next to me. I yelped in surprise as he was quick to sit behind me and tangle his legs around my waist and his arms around my shoulders affectionately. My nose scrunched up in distaste when he peppered a few kisses on my nose and cheeks.

Dwayne grunted in annoyance, coming up behind hi and slapping his head.

Marko sent a glare. “What the hell was that for?”

“Back off.”

Marko rolled his eyes, completely ignoring him. Paul laughed and I noticed that David was tossing some of his clothes to the shore. I assumed he was about to take a swim, even if I thought it was far too late - early - whatever - for that.

“No,” Marko stated defiantly holding me closer. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, but the man was suddenly yanked by the collar of his shirt. Both boys engaged in a scuffle, because the moment Marko was pulled away from me, he pounced at Dwayne. Dwayne was debatably the stronger one, landing a ‘playful’ punch on Marko’s cheek. I would’ve thought it was a serious fight if they weren’t laughing maniacally during it.

That left Paul to hover next to me. He crouched down, sending me a grin. David was just entering the water, and he motioned toward the man. “What do you say we join him? The water’s not that cold.”

“You do realize there’s a reason I lied about when my shift ended, right?” I remarked sarcastically.

Paul ruffled my hair fondly, and half of it fell in my face by the time his hand withdrew. “You do realize none of us care, right?”

I groaned loudly, caving,” Fine. Whatever. Anything to shut you doofuses up.”

“I’m glad you’ve upgraded us from psychopaths to doofuses.”

“The terms go hand in hand, so don’t think too much into it. I still hate your guts.”

Paul offered me a hand and I accepted, letting him pull me to my feet. Even just the idea of swimming made me think of Ruby. It’s something we wanted to do when we moved to a place in California with an easel accessible beach. I heard Marko and Dwayne pull away, and I could feel everyone’s prying eyes on me as I grabbed my - it was actually Marko’s, since mine was fucking destroyed from yesterday’s events - shirt over my head. I even felt a little bashful, even though it was surely something they’d seen before.

“Woo! You’re a hot babe, Y/n,” Paul cheered, also in the midst of taking off his shirt.

I could only hope they didn’t see the blush that was burning my cheeks. I heard Dwayne growl in irritation, but the rest of the boys laughed and some muttered agreements.

I shimmied out of my jeans, abandoning my clothes the beach. I ran my hands through my hair one last time, peering behind me. I couldn’t help but watch as Marko and Dwayne slid their shirts over their head, revealing their godly sculpted torsos. Before I could daze out, though, I heard David calling for me and I was suddenly hoisted into the air.

I squealed, clinging onto Paul for dear life as he plunged us into the ocean water. He dunked us both completely underwater, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that his green orbs were boring into mine. His puffy blonde hair had shrunk into thin, tangled strands, and I knew mine had done the same.

His visage was hauntingly close to mine. My hands were still woven around his neck and my legs around his torso. He was grinning like a madman, seemingly forgetting that we were underwater. His nose brushed against mine and I thought he was about to kiss me, but he was suddenly yanked away by his neck. I gasped as I was pulled out of the water with him.

A laugh bubbled in my throat as I saw a rather irritated Dwayne had been the culprit. Paul laughed, but was shut up by Dwayne detaching me and dunking Paul underneath the water again. I waded in the water, finding amusement in the scene. For a moment, I forgot everything that happened, and relished the men.

Marko was also aiding in attempting to drown their friend, clearly just as irked by the attempted romantic advance. I kicked myself away and sighed, flopping onto my back so I could float. I heard general comments like “you’ll fucking pay for that” and “I’m the second in line, douchebag.”

My heart was light and full. I was even smiling for the first time in months.

Ruby would’ve liked to be here.

That was enough to remind me of the dismal reality of it all. A sigh escaped my lips and I tuned out the vampires’ bickering. That is, until my side collided with David’s, and I splashed myself right back into wading out of surprise.

David was eyeing me knowingly. Sometimes, I wondered if he could read minds. “It’s not so bad now, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Us. It won’t be too long before you come to terms with your immortality.”

“That’s hardly the part I need to come to terms with,” I grumbled irritably.

David chortled, running a hair through his previous spikes. It was uncanny how little they all blinked, especially when they were looking at me. I huffed, about to glance at the others, but something suddenly pulled at my ankle and pulled me under water.

I screamed and kicked, but inevitably shut my mouth before water could get in. I came face to face with Marko, who was grinning like the insane man he was. Relief and amusement washed over me, and I pawed at his bare chest. His arms encircled my waist and he pulled me in for a tight, bone-crushing hug. My hands slid past his collar bone for the same of not being rushed, and I almost laughed.

We emerged at the surface once more, and I couldn’t help but gasp for breath. Marko laughed wildly while Dwayne grabbed him by his dampened curls, on the verge of roughing him up some more. Marko didn’t let me go though, instead flailing for Dwayne to let him go.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and only then, did their play fighting cease. In fat, the water and waves seemed to still, and only then did I realize I laughed. For the first time in months. I blushed in embarrassment and covered my face. Marko, seemingly just as taken aback, let me go, and I waded away.

“Ahem, sorry,” I muttered in shame, heart beating erratically within my chest.

“Don’t be,” Dwayne insisted, weaving around Marko and pulling me toward him. He was quick to close the distance for a kiss, which I almost reciprocated. It was short, though, and when he pulled away, he whispered huskily in my ear,” You’re beautiful.”

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere slashers #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #yandere x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #yandere lost boys #lost boys #david tlb #tlb #marko tlb #tlb 1987 #dwayne tlb

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elfdragon12 · 6 months

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What is every couples from humanformer cast sleeping habits: who snores, steals the blanket, and spoons more?

Tracks/Raoul: Tristan is very much into spooning and is a very tactile sleeper. Raoul has a light snore and has occasionally talked in his sleep (generally nonsense that doesn't make sense). Raoul also likes to sleep cool, so ends up shedding blankets as he sleeps.

Seaspray/Alana: Sébastien very much snores, but he's also a light sleeper. Alana does have a habit of stealing blankets because she's more used to warm weather, she also likes to snuggle in close.

Afterburner/Lightspeed: Ailean really enjoys being the little spoon and, once he's out, he's out! It's pretty easy to shift him as he sleeps. Luz sleep talks; sometimes it makes sense, but a lot of times it doesn't. She also likes to have a bunch of pillows. There may or may not be a Winnie the Pooh plush on the bed sometimes.

Brawn/Cover Girl: Bautista is another dead-sleeper and snores as well. He also tends to keep contact with Courtney as they sleep, like either spooning, or with hand/legs touching. Courtney also snores a bit, but is a lighter sleeper. She's a blanket thief.

Fort Max/Cerebros: Faolan is a very quiet sleeper and has struggled with significant nightmares (therapy and Chrysa being the big spoon has helped manage this). He likes having his fingers twined with hers as they sleep. Chrysa is very much into spooning and is the jetpack. She's gotta have a leg sticking out of the covers.

Needlenose/Horri-bull: Nathan is a blanket hog, though that's fine with Horace as he's got a literal fur coat on at all times. He also tends to shift around in his sleep and woken Horace up a few times by smacking him. Horace does snore and usually wakes up draped over Nathan.

Swindle/Madeline Pynch: Shigeru, for all his emotional constipation, is a surprisingly clingy sleeper. Really took Madeline by surprise when they first actually fell asleep together and woke up with him wrapped around her. Madeline likes to sleep cool and shuffles off most of her blankets. She also likes to sleep with black-out curtains.

Loudpedal/Exhaust: Logan has a tendency to starfish, so Erica just lays on him. They sleep with multiple pillows and, for Logan, have some quiet tunes playing as they go to sleep. Logan does drool a bit in his sleep.

Warpath/Hoist: Similarly to Logan, Vera also sleeps with some white noise, but she has one of those headphone headbands. Henrik is a light sleeper (in case there's a medical emergency he needs to answer). They enjoy spooning and switch up whoever is the big spoon.

Megaempress/Flowspade: Magdalene is a side sleeper and Fumie is a snuggler (which works out because it's more comfortable as a buxom side sleeper to be snuggling someone). Fumie is a very light sleeper, but, unless something is happening, she'll just stay snuggled. Magdalene does snore.

Powerglide/Astoria: Parwaz is a blanket thief, so Astoria has separate sheets under the big covers to avoid being left cold in the morning (a few too many times of waking up cold!). She does love cuddling up to him though. (Sultana sleeps at the foot of the bed on Astoria's side.)

Blast-Off/Cosmos: Bernardino loves cuddling with Corinna as they go to sleep, whichever way they're feeling, though he's the big spoon more often than not. He does mumble in his sleep. Corinna kicks in her sleep sometimes (another reason with Bernardino likes being big spoon). She ends up with most of the blankets.

Jumpstream/Dust-Up: I don't have much on these two yet, but I think Duanphen tends to end up with the blankets while Jalita will wrap an arm around her as they sleep.

Lancer/Greenlight: Leila and Gabrielle have the stuffed animals from their first date on their bed. Leila enjoys spooning as Gabrielle holds a pillow. Gabrielle does tend to grab up more of the blankets in this.

#ask #anonymous #humanformers #hf meta talk

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bigfatbob4you · 2 years

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Things I Want My Female Feeder To Do To Me

fondle and caress my gut gently right where it’s the most stretched and tight from her stuffing me to the max

jiggle that bottom part of my belly that is always soft and flabby no matter how full she stuffs me

run her fingers slowly down my stretch marks, tracing them, admiring the ones that she has added, watching me squirm at how sensitive the new ones are

gently slide her whole hand over the curve of my tummy, rubbing back and forth

gently poke me to make sure that I'm properly full to bursting and there's no more room for more (at least for now...)

reach down and give my belly a jiggle, watching the waves of flab undulate

play with my moobs, working them in her hands, then working on my nipples with her mouth, until they're rock hard and erect and I'm begging her for relief

play with the growing amount of blubber accumulating all over my body -- finding every new roll, new curve, new fold of fat. Stroking them, saying how much she loves them, while also encouraging me to keep adding to the glorious masterpiece that is my enormous flabby body.

keep playing with my belly, now so full that I'm moaning in pain and pleasure, turned on my my gluttony and her touch, as she whispers how good a job I did to finish everything she gave me...

tease me for my obesity, call me names, gasp in pretend horror at my size...call me a greedy pig that's well on his way to becoming an enormous fat hog...

after a nap to let me digest, she helps me sit up so that the next round of feeding can begin...open wide, she says...

#male feedee #female feeder #iso female feeder #iso female fat admirer #make me fatter #weight gain #feedee dreams #feedee goals #feedee fantasy #relationship goals

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chubote · 3 years

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Thinking about maxing your gut out again, big guy? Must be getting harder to feed that appetite but not impossible, especially not for you. Even with a belly capacity growing bigger and bigger you just give into it and wolf down piles of calorie dense meals and snacks. You must eat enough for a dozen people by now, even for a glutton as large as you, that’s impressive. You’re probably eating more often than not now, the next step is to find a way to pack more food into that swollen gut while you sleep. Ooooooh! What about sleep walking hypnosis?? We could have you getting stuffed 24/7! Imagine waking up already a few pounds heavier than when you fell asleep and still eager and ready to put away another mountain of fatty food. I wish I could help, you’d be such a fun hog project to fatten up

Oh, I'm always thinking about maxing out my gut, heh. The only time I'm not thinking of stuffing my face these days is when I'm slipping off into a food coma - and even then I'm often dreaming of what I'm going to feast on next.

I just can't help it, I love feeling that stretch and ache and heaviness in my belly, knowing that all those dense calories are only going to fatten me up more. It's absolutely addicting in the best of ways. And you better believe I eat as much as I can afford, and even then it's often not enough to satisfy my gluttony anymore. I've just trained myself too well to be an insatiable hog...

As for hypnosis - I absolutely love it and certainly wouldn't mind some good sleep eating hypo, heh. I listen/fall asleep to hypnosis files nearly every night, and they're almost always gluttony/weight gain related. I love reinforcing my already out of control gluttony and greed and gains in that way, it feels so damn good to give in to my inner hog and let it take over more and more as the days go by. 🐗

#not gonna lie I'm about to chug down a few extra boosts before I go to bed now #gotta keep fattening up after all heh #also I would absolutely love to be kept stuffed around the clock - it would be a dream come true #ask

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fluffybellyhog99 · 2 months

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Yesterday I go all out on my dinner I don't know how but I eat and drank until my stomach was so full it made my belly rock hard I definitely should more often eat like that

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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years

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Kinktober, 10/21: Phone Sex

Jesus Christ it is done. Take it. I can’t look at it anymore. I had many people help me with this one. All my love to @musette22, @rainbowsandcoconut, and Max (who I won’t tag for fear of him getting even the teensiest bit horny when he should be resting up instead) for hype and characterization and @maddiewritesstucky for the constant hype.

I am nervous. This is different. I’ve never done this. I chose to do only dialogue because, as @sheetsforwhichimmade so lovingly pointed out — “You don’t make life easy for yourself do you?” 🙃😅 Hope you love. 💕

Pairing: Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan Tags: Phone Sex, Established Relationship, Long Distance Relationship, Dirty Talk, Light Feminization, Mutual Masturbation

“Hello?”

“Hey… hi.”

“Hi sweetheart, what’re you… what time is it there? You okay?”

“Mhmm fine yeah. S’about 11:30 at night.”

“You’re okay?”

“Chris, yeah m’fine, I’m… m’more than fine.”

“Are you now? Why’s that?”

“Don’t… nothin’, it’s nothin’, just… just maybe have been… drinkin’…”

“Ohh, s’that it?”

“Mhmm…”

“You think I don’t know when you’ve been drinking? You think I don’t know when my baby’s been drinkin’?”

“Don��t ‘baby’ me. You don’t know a damn thing, Evans.”

“Ohh, I think I do, baby. Listen to that giggle! You can’t even stop it.”

“Quit! I’m… m’not easy, I’m—”

“Can read you like a book, what’s it been, huh? Ninety seconds? Ninety seconds and I know for a fact you’re drinkin’ red wine?”

“Chris, how…! No, no. I will not give you the satisfaction. S’my choice, my drink. Stop laughing!”

“Don’t… don’t you pout on me, don’t go sad, sweetheart. Would never try and stop you, of course it’s your choice. I know you, is all. Your voice goin’ all low and sweet, slow and quiet.”

“Mmm…”

“That’s your red wine voice. What are you, about a bottle deep?”

“… I’m hanging up.”

“No, Seb! Baby, don’t be mean. Should be flattered I know you so well.”

“Hmm, a blessing and a curse.”

“Not sure you have many examples of that there curse but it’s fine, it’s fine. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Seb, honey—you know what happens when you drink red wine…”

“Mmm, I don’t think I do know. Why don’t you tell me, baby?”

“Look at you… okay. I’ll play. Your voice is all hot, it’s right before bed, you’re callin’ me, you’ve been drinking red wine. I know it’s not tequila because, while one of your favorites, it does not get you calm; you turn into a loud happy little thing when you’ve got tequila in your system.”

“When’d you turn into some sort’a Sherlock Holmes?”

“Why’d you call me, Sebastian?”

“I… missed… I missed you is all. Can’t a guy call his boyfriend when he’s missin’ him?”

“A’course you can, baby. You’re doin’ more than missing me though, aren’t you?”

“I…”

“Hmm…?”

“You…! There have been so many fucking times you’ve called me while drunk on Heineken wanting me to—”

“Seb, honey… baby, shh. That feistiness is the red wine talkin’. You can call me whenever you want for… whatever you need. I just wanna hear you say it, c’mon. We both know what this is, why you’re callin’.”

“Don’t… I don’t have a reason.”

“No? You don’t get more than a little hot and bothered when you drink red wine? A bit needy?”

“Chris…”

“C’mon, Seb— you callin’ me ‘cause you’re hard?”

“I’m… ngh maybe…”

“Yeah? C’mon, Sebastian. Tell me.”

“Baby don’t… god I hate how that voice makes me just… do things.”

“What voice?”

“Right, like you don’t know. I may have a red wine voice but you… you gotta horny voice, a hot voice.”

“Do I now? S’it helpin’ you? Is it what you want?”

“S’always what I want…”

“Atta boy, there you go. Let’s try again— why’d you call me, Sebastian?”

“M’hard and I… I miss you.”

“God, love when you call me when you get like this. Miss you too, sweetheart. You in bed?”

“Mmm, mhmm yeah. S’a bit empty. Wish you were here to take up space and hog the blanket.”

“I’d give anything to come be your blanket hog. You naked?”

“God… yeah yeah’m… m’naked.”

“S’my favorite version’a you. So fuckin’ pretty, should never wear clothes.”

“Ngh, Chris…”

“Ohh already, baby? You already there?”

“No, not close, not—“

“No, Seb— not close to coming. You know what else happens when you drink red wine? Know you know…”

“I… I can’t really think right now, Chris. I’m busy doing—“

“You get sweet. You love bein’ pretty and sweet for me when you are this far gone, ain’t that right, kitten?”

“Fucking hell.”

“Tell me I’m right.”

“A’course you’re right, I… I don’know why I get this way, but I do. Maybe it’s you.”

“There’s no need to pout, sugar. Love you no matter what version’a you I get. It’s just how you are when you get to sippin’ on wine—you get needier.”

“Mhmm, I do. I miss you.”

“Miss you too, baby. Know you’d be all up in my neck right now, can practically feel your tongue on my ear. Fuck, can’t wait to get my hands on you. Tell me what you’re doin’, what’dya look like?”

“Y’know what I look like…”

“Tell me anyway, pretty.”

“Oh I’m… m’on my back, flat. Got my hand on my chest, I’m—”

“You givin’ yourself those soft touches? Yeah?”

“You’re proud’a yourself for knowin’ that, can hear your smile. Makes me even harder…”

“Jesus… c’mon don’t distract me, I know what I want and that’s you to tell me what you’re doin’.”

“I’m… m’so hard.”

“Don’t need to whisper it, honey—I know. You been touchin’ yourself?”

“No, I… m’waiting.”

“Oh, Sebastian. What a good boy…”

“Chris, tell me… tell me what to do, please I’m—”

“Oh, sugar never have to beg. Sound sweet as fuck doin’ it but don’t have to; y’know I’ll give you anything you want. Wet your finger, get that thumb and another one in your mouth, don’t—Baby, don’t you get carried away. Don’t get distracted the second somethin’ gets in your mouth.”

“But I—”

“Put those fingers on your nipple, give it a good swirl, yeah. When you pinch, pinch lightly, light. Just—there it is, just like that. Know that noise. How’s that feel?”

“More… want more.”

“So greedy. Bet you’re leakin’, bet you’re so wet. That pretty dick all wet?”

“God… could listen to you… yeah yeah it’s wet I’m… m’so wet.”

“Yeah you are, know you are. Touchin’ those pretty nipples makes you drip, sweetheart. Listen to you…”

“Want… are you hard?”

“Am I hard? Sebastian, of course I am, are you fuckin’ kidding me? You call me all needy and touchin’ yourself and you don’t think I’m gonna get hard? Baby, I’m achin’.”

“Wan’it.”

“Mmm, want what? Huh?”

“Chris want… fuck, want you, want your… your cock.”

“Goddamnit… fuck, you ready to put a hand on yourself? S’that what you need?”

“Please… yeah, please please I—”

“Go on, baby go on. Get yourself all wet, spread it around. God, listen to you. Feel good?”

“God mhmm, yeah it… it does it… so fuckin’ good. Tell me what you look like, what… what your hand looks like on yourself.”

“Shit, how’d you know?”

“You may know my red wine voice, but I know your fist-fucking voice.”

“God, I love you.”

“Mmm… love you. Tell me, please...”

“Fuck, m’so hard, Seb. On the couch, a hand on myself, loose. I’m thinkin’ about how pretty you’d look here between my legs, would fit real well.”

“Ohh… that’s exactly where I wanna be right now. Wouldn’t even ask you to stop, would just wanna get my mouth on your balls, wanna make it sloppy.”

“Jesus, I love it when you drink red wine. What else you want? What else you wanna do while you’re down there?”

“I just… fuck, Chris I just miss you in my mouth. I miss how… how big you feel on my tongue, how you fill my throat right up. Wanna be good for you, wanna choke on it.”

“God, Sebastian you’re so good, so fuckin’ good. Nothin’ better than your mouth on me, ngh.”

“I… I can think of something else that may be… be better…”

“Oh my, listen to that voice, the way you couldn’t even say it without moanin’. I think I might… s’it what I think it is?”

“Mmm, maybe…”

“Don’t tease me, baby. Don’t be coy.”

“Want…want your mouth on me.”

“Fuck, you’re hungry for that aren’t you? Yeah? Jerk yourself off a bit faster, Seb, a bit more. There you go, sweetheart. Tell me more about my mouth on you. Are you…?”

“Mhmm, yeah yeah. Just miss your fuckin’ mouth, ngh. Miss how… miss how you eat me out, y’so good at it, Chris. Don’t even fucking care, don’t hold back, eat my pu—oh.”

“Mmph, Sebastian. You feelin’…fuck, you feelin’ extra sweet?”

“Chris…”

“C’mon. M’hard god, baby I’m so hard for you. You wanna hear it? You wanna hear me, wanna hear my hand on my cock?”

“Oh fuck… don’t…! God, you just spit in your hand, didn’t you? Fuck.”

“Without your mouth I gotta make do. Listen, Sebastian—listen.”

“Jesus…!”

“S’wet, ain’t it? So hard, my hand is so tight, so good. Sounds like…”

“Oh god yeah, say it.”

“Sounds like your pussy.”

“Oh… oh please, oh—!”

“Fuck yeah, y’love it don’t you, princess?”

“Oh Chris, don’t… don’t do that. Don’t…ngh, ngh. Can I… I want tighter.”

“Yeah, sweetheart give yourself what you want. You’re close, I can hear it. You don’t want this often; let yourself enjoy it, come on.”

“Oh, m’close. I’m close, baby please…”

“God, wish it was that pussy eatin’ me right up instead’a my fist. D’have to spend such a… such a good amount’a time openin’ that pussy up to take me, wouldn’t I, sugar?”

“Fuck yeah you would, such a fat fuckin’ cock. God, I wan’it, Chris I miss it. Your mouth on my… on my pussy. Your fingers. You know how I like it; make it hurt a bit. Wanna feel you for days.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m close. M’close, Seb. You close? Talkin’ about your pussy is gonna get me there, talkin’ about taking just… takin’ hours gettin’ you ready is gonna make me come.”

“Yeah yeah I’m… m’close. Chris…”

“Yeah, you gonna come thinkin’ about how that pussy feels when it’s bein’ stuffed? When it’s bein’ fucked? God…”

“Know that voice. Tug on your balls, give… give ‘em a good squeeze—”

“Fuck, Seb oh—”

“I’m gonna come, make me come, Chris please…!”

“Come, baby come on, give it to me. Come with me oh, Seb baby m’comin’, fuck…!”

“Oh…! Oh god, oh…!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sebastian goddamnit nothin’… nothin’ better than hearin’ you come, fuck.”

“Chris… oh, Chris…”

“Yeah, baby yeah, get it all, make it count, long strokes.”

“Fuck, yeah yeah, so good, oh.”

“S’my boy, listen to that, oh. So fuckin’ hot.”

“S’good, so good, ngh love it, oh…”

“Mmm yeah, honey love it. God, m’so… god I made such a mess, sweetheart, oh.”

“Love…mmm love when you get the giggles after an orgasm, just… you’re just the best, god I love you.”

“Love you more. God, I needed that little afternoon delight. How’d you know?”

“Red wine brain knows everything.”

“Hmm, that voice, know that voice too. You’re about to crash. Y’get so sleepy after you come.”

“S’the red wine. Maybe. Hmph. M’messy now too.”

“Mmm, you should send me a picture’a that.”

”Christopher, it hasn’t even been five minutes after we’ve come and you wanna go again?”

“Not… not again! Just… it’s been a while, I don’t know. Gimme a little extra for later.”

“Anything for you.”

“Don’t be dramatic, don’t waste what energy you have left. You should head to bed soon. You gonna go clean off?”

“Mhmm. When do I get to see you next? Next week?”

“Yeah... yeah next Thursday, sweetheart. God, can’t wait to see you. Wish I could just stay the whole time you’re there.”

“Would love that. Love you.”

“I love you too, Seb. Wake up. Go get cleaned off. But not before you take a picture of your mess.”

“A teenager is what you are.”

“You love it. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Hope you sleep well, baby. Sweet dreams.”

“M’kay, goodnight. Bye.”

“Bye.”

#jbbkinktober2020 #evanstan #chris evans and sebastian stan #fanfiction #rpf #fanfic #evanstan fanfic #I know I’ve never done this but it probably won’t become a thing lol #just wanted to try my hand at this #lolll

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himbochub · 3 years

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You look like a little butterball that's been spending a little too much time eating everything you can get those tubby arms on. I am sure you feel right at home whenever you enter a buffet. Since we are on the topic, can your big wobbly gut even fit in a booth anymore? I feel like the answer is yes if we grease you up like a hog first. Still, you look positively sexy with all that blubber jiggling around with every step. You should start getting rewards for every pound you put on. Every 10 is a pizza party with all the soda you can guzzle down and your favorite movie. Cuddling will be included, but I think you will be a little preoccupied stuffing yourself to the max to cuddle.

ok but i’m seriously starting to fit in regular spaces less and less esp booths. and i looove buffets, i haven’t been to one since the start of covid but i’m looking forward to it for sure, i rly wanna challenge myself. buffets are involved in some of my biggest fantasies 🤤

also, don’t worry, i treat myself to pizza parties and 2L’s of soda all the time🍕🐽

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yocchannk · 3 years

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If you are still alive can i request a yohariko 7 minutes in heaven? Yohane dom ofc

*i had to search up what 7mih was lol

setting: in university/college

ages: 15-20

Aqours looked on curiously at the beer bottle in front of them.

“Uh, Mari..” Kanan said questioningly. “Are we playing Truth or Dare or somethin’?” Mari grinned, “Why no~ We’re in college, Kanan, we don’t play such baby games.” She said as if it were obvious. Dia puffed “Whatever you have in store will be worse..” “Aww you’re no fun Dia~” Mari stuck her tongue out, teasingly.

“What are we playing then?” Chika asked, toying with her braid boredly. “I think I know...” Yoshiko grumbled, laying down tiredly. “I don’t get enough sleep to deal with your shit...” You laughed, “Now now Yohane, no need to be a debbie downer.” She said to Yoshiko.

“The last time we played this you always rigged the game anyways, Mari! It’s no fair!” The other girls looked questionably at Riko who whined like a little girl, all thinking the same thing, “You’re gonna ruin my manicure.” Mari rolled her eyes at the second year. “Riko, why don’t you take care of the sleepy demon over there for a change.” The golden eyed groaned, walked over to the grumpy fallen angel, and sat on her.

“Get off me.” Yoshiko glared at Riko.

“I’m sorry, I don’t talk to weirdos.” Riko flaunted haughtily, paying more attention to her pink nails than the girl she sat on.

Yoshiko pushed her torso up, being the more well built person, easily sliding Riko into her lap for a change. “Shut it, bitch.” “Why don’t you do that yourself, idiot?”. The two glared at each other, then started arguing and cussing each other out.

Hanamaru and Ruby stared smugly. “They look like girlfriends!” “Yoshiko doesn’t even notice the position they’re in zuraa~” They murmured to each other, giggling. The other second years sighed, “What happened to the old Riko?!” Chika shouted, though Riko herself didn’t hear. “I know right?! This Riko is so mean!!” You screamed in equal exasperation, dramatically.

“I bet she just wants to impress Yohane, with all her make up and fashion trends.” Kanan teased, which Dia, surprisingly, nodded in agreement to. “Yesterday on campus I saw her mocking and arguing with a girl who just touched Yoshiko the other day. When did Riko become such an attention hog.. She was doing so well too..” Dia sighed.

Unfortunately, Riko just barely overheard, and spun around to face them, not making much effort to get out of Yoshiko’s lap. “I am not trying to impress this freak.” She said, though her red ears showed otherwise. “I bumped into that girl and she spilled her drink on my shoes, she deserved it.” She smiled, almost believing she had won already. “That girl was Ayumu, excuse me. She has a name.” Yoshiko said matter of factly.

Riko cocked her head around, her jaw clenched and her smile from earlier far more fake now. “So? Is she your girlfriend or some shit?” Riko said coldly, emphasizing the word girlfriend. Yoshiko looked confused, “Wait, what? When did I say that?” She asked, looking at the redhaired for answers.

She fumed furiously, either from anger or complete embarrassment for revealing her true thoughts to the minor. “Can we just play the stupid game already?” Riko asked aggressively, dodging the question.

It worked, as Mari immediately sat down and clapped her hands promptly. “That’s right! We’re playing a game!” She remembered, to which the others rolled their eyes at. “The game is called 7 Minutes in Heaven! Basically we spin the bottle twice, and whoever it lands on has to go into the closet over there,” Mari pointed at the large closet that just barely would be enough to fit two people. “and stay in there for exactly 7 minutes, you can do whatever, like kissing.. Or making out..” She threw a look at her fellow Guilty Kiss members, “Or just talking! Everybody get it?” Mari finished with a question. Ruby raised her hand.

“Ruby?”

“If me and onee-chan get picked, does that mean we have to?” Mari shook her head. “You two can do whatever you want, but if you want, the only thing you can do at max is maybe hug.” Ruby nodded understanding.

“Anyone else?” No one. “Alright! >Let’s starting!!<” Mari shouted in her typical shiny manner.

Mari crawled over and spun the bottle excitedly.

It landed on Yoshiko and Riko, who both groaned in unison. To which the others giggled at knowingly.

The two got up without saying anything, Riko got in first, and then Yoshiko.

“They do know that the bottle probably was meant for only one of them, right?” Chika asked, giggling into her hand. The others laughed out loud and immediately hushed once the timer started.

“Fuck! Tsushima give me some space!” Riko whispered loudly, her face red as the back of her head rubbed against Yoshiko’s chest.

“Why don’t you give me space?! You’re the smaller one here!” Yoshiko rebutted, her face equally as red as she felt Riko’s ass grind against her.

The two hushed quietly, the close distance starting to get to them.

“...Yoshiko.”

Said girl gulped, already knowing what was coming. “Your...”

“Yes! Yes I know, please don’t!!” Yoshiko whispered loudly, feeling Riko on her.

“Oh my god..” Riko said into her hands, something digging into her ass becoming more apparent, which she hoped was just her panties giving her one hell of a wedgie.

Seven girls were perched against the closet, listening on to their conversation, trying not to burst out laughing.

“Oh my god.. Yoshiko has a--” You chuckled into her hand, cutting herself off, wheezing silently.

“I’m going to die..” Dia said, who even she, was laughing quietly at the two.

“Onee-chan?” Ruby called, to which Dia hummed to. “What does Yoshiko have?” Ruby asked, to which the others froze at. “Uh.. come here Ruby..” Dia commanded, nervously pulling her aside to explain.

Riko would be lying if she said she wasn’t horny right now.

Yoshiko was already aware her horniness was already showing.

In short, the two were desperate to get off.

“...Lily...” Yoshiko whispered weakly, rubbing herself against Riko’s ass needily.

“You better not fucking use me to masturbate..” Riko whispered through her teeth, feeling her panties already wet as is, leaning her arms and head forward, no longer in contact with Yoshiko’s chest.

“Lily.. I--”

“Fine! Fine..” Riko whispered aggressively, “Flip my skirt up and do whatever the hell you want.” She was too horny to argue.

Yoshiko hastily complied, flipping the girls short skirt up and seeing the innocent pink color that was soaked in something not-so-innocent.

She slid down Riko’s panties until she could see the swollen privates of the older. “Holy shit...” Yoshiko looked wide eyed, before amusingly playing with her like a toy, eliciting small moans from said girl.

“F-Fuck you...” Riko said under her breath, trying to keep quiet before their groupmates hear.

She slid a digit in Riko, grinning as she saw her flinch, biting into her arm. Without much preparing, she slid in another two fingers, making Riko moan just a tad louder.

Yoshiko smirked, “Does it feel good, Lily?~” She leaned forward a bit awkwardly, thrusting her fingers in and out of her. No response, her moans muffled by her own pride. “Lily~” Yoshiko teased, digging deeper into Riko. “You’re so tight~” She whispered.

Riko mumbled something inaudible.

“Hmm?” Yoshiko hummed.

“...Out...”

“Huh?” Yoshiko cocked her head confused, her movements slowing down.

“..Take...”

“Take?” Yoshiko repeated.

“Take it out..!” Riko whispered loudly. “I need it, Yocchan! Please!” She whispered exasperatedly, bucking her lower half deeper into Yoshiko’s fingers.

“You...” Yoshiko blushed, knowing exactly what she meant, pulling out her fingers and licking off the remnants of Riko, then she started unbuckling her pants.

Suddenly, a loud, unfiltered moan, came out of the closet.

The girls flinched, panicking.

“Holy shit-- Are they actually fucking in there?!” Chika shouted quietly at her other groupmates. “Mari! How much time do they have left?!” Kanan asked desperate, the smell of sex seeping out of her closet. “My poor closets gonna smell for weeks!”

“Let me see...” Mari fumbled, before looking wide-eyed at her phone. “Woops...” “Sus, zura.” Hanamaru squinted. “Very sus.” Chika and You nodded. She put her phone up, revealing the screen. Dia fumed angrily. “You set it on Stopwatch?!!” She shouted, before being muffled by the others. “It’s been going on for 17 minutes..” You looked at the phone.

“It’s too late now..!! They’re already going at it!!” Kanan cried, “I’ll have to get a new closet!!”.

They rolled their eyes at Kanan, clearly unamused.

Yoshiko panted, hard, as she thrusted upwards into Riko, who moaned from her movements.

Holy shit, Yoshiko thought. She’s tight as fuck! She groaned, using the redhaired’s arms to thrust herself up again.

God, Riko felt stuffed, whining like a bitch in heat as she felt Yoshiko kiss her womb for a brief second. Their position was a little uncomfortable, with herself sprawled out on the wall, while Yoshiko’s head and top leaned on the opposite side, while her lower half balanced itself against the corners of the closet.

“Ha-Har-Harde-er..” Riko mumbled weakly, but just loud enough for Yoshiko to hear, causing her to pull out, and slam into her far rougher than before. Moans escaped Riko as she felt the thrusts speed up and go farther inside her, filling her entirely.

“Ahn~ Y-Yo-Yocchan!!” Riko screamed, where they were vanished from her mind everytime Yoshiko was inside. Their moans synchronized and the wet clapping sounds of their lovemaking increased with every pound.

“L-Lily..! I’m.. I’m..!!” Yoshiko warned, on the brink of release. That’s when Riko snapped, still moaning aloud. “Y-Yo-Yoccha-anng..!! Do-Don’t! Not in-inside!!” Riko cried between moans and grunts. “P-P-Pull.. Haah! out!! Yoccha-an!” Riko screamed, every attempt to separate futile as her wet pussy sucked in Yoshiko subconsciously, holding her orgasm as long as possible.

F-Fuck! She feels too good..! Riko thought, her cries dying out as her mind started turning to her insides building up, just about to break. It feels so... so.. good..

“I-I’m cumming..!!” Riko screamed, tears stained her eyes as her back arched, and her pussy caved in on itself, sucking Yoshiko in whole, spurring the bluette to release into the blissful second year.

“Lily..!!” “Yocchaahn~!!”

All sorts of lewd, loud, noises came from the closet, and surely, everyone nearby could hear. Of course, that was obviously the rest of the Aqours members.

“Nothings happening... Nothings happening...” Kanan and Dia whispered, clutching eachother on the floor with a clear face of distress with the closet. They both thought of how bad their dorm would stink after this.

Mari also looked a bit stressed, and regretful, despite her horny nature. Hanamaru and Ruby were so lucky, and they were blissfully unaware of why, Dia sent them off to chill with their other colleagues.

Chika and You? Well, they were stuffing their ears in pillows, desperate to get their friends moans out of their head.

They all silently agreed to never, ever, do this again.

Semen and her cum dripped out of her entrance, as Yoshiko’s load continued to flow into her. Breathy sighs and hitched gasps replaced the erotic moans and grunts from before, and through it all, Riko’s soaked flower garden clenched tightly onto Yoshiko, preventing any movement to escape.

When Yoshiko finally finished, it seemed the girl loosened around her, slowly pulling out of Riko while she moaned.

The two stood there doing nothing but catching their breaths. Riko spun around (As fast and smooth as she can) and stared straight at Yoshiko, who almost immediately punched her lips with her own.

Messily, Yoshiko pushed Riko up against the wall, lifting her legs and hurriedly stuck herself back into the redhead’s insides, a loud moan escaping the girl.

Yoshiko started again roughly, almost telling Riko that maybe, she wasn’t quite satisfied by the first round.

“Yo-occhan..?” Riko whispered weakly, feeling the familiar stuffed feeling once again, her arms gripped around Yoshiko’s neck. What a long night it would become.

2:AM Dia and Kanan could not sleep.

Not with the awareness they shared of how their friends were still fucking just a door away.

The front door knocked. They groaned, hilariously right at the time a loud moan from the closet was heard.

Both of them walked sleepily to the door. Another noise complaint, it seemed.

They opened the door.

“Where. The Hell. Is Tsushima?” Maki asked frustratedly, Mia behind her, obviously not caring hell about the situation, headphones jammed in her ears while scrolling through her phone.

“Uh.” “You see Maki... she’s... um, quite busy...” Dia said nervously. “Who cares, I know she’s fucking, and I know who she’s fucking. Right Mia?” Maki asked her roommate, who nodded.

“Uh, yeah, like, shit man, look.” Mia said, showing her phone to the roommates. A very, very, very, uncensored, explicit live video of Yoshiko and Riko fucking within the confined space.

“Bloody hell!” Dia and Kanan screamed, covering the traumatic sight from her eyes.

“Yeaaaah. I sort of installed a tracking system and all sorts of other finnicky tech stuff when Yoshiko asked me to fix her phone, and when she didn’t come back to the dorm, I unlocked it through mines just to find it stepped on and cracked.” Mia grimaced, “She’s worse than Boss, sometimes. But anyways,” Mia continued, “I managed to get her screen onto mines, and am recording the whole thing for mock material.” Mia finished.

“Was that necessary?”

“No. But yes. But no.”/’

Maki slapped her face, “Oh my god, Mia. Really?” “Yes, really.” Mia rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, the noises are killing me, let’s get Tsushima and her little pussycat and we’re outta here.” Mia snorted, waving them off and heading to the sex-filled closet.

Maki groaned, “Fucking New Yorkers..”

“Fuck.. Lily..” Yoshiko huffed, ruffling her hair as the redhaired sucked and licked her off.

Riko’s mind was hazy while she bobbed her head up and down against Yoshiko. She payed little mind to those thoughts, focusing only on cleaning the semen and her own juices off of it.

Precum dribbled down her chin, staring up erotically at who she was sucking off, almost as if it were a porno.

Riko slid her tongue around her length, before gripping onto Yoshiko’s pants and stuffing her throat with it. I guess having no gag reflex has it’s perks..

Paying no mind to the footsteps getting louder, Riko continued to deepthroat the hell out of Yoshiko, the feel of her throat being filled whole surprisingly a turn on.

A thirst for dominance suddenly filled Yoshiko, gripping Riko’s head and slamming it back onto her length, eliciting moans from her, and snuffed moans from the redhead.

With her movements being took in control by Yoshiko, Riko slid her right hand down and stuffed her needy cunt with fingers.

It was hard to focus, it was hard to think, hell, they didn’t care, what they did felt good, and that was it.

Yoshiko sighed, that pit in her stomach flushing out and her spunk flowed into Riko’s mouth. “Aah..” The bluette relaxed, releasing Riko from her hold.

Riko backed away, smiling as a string of cum followed.

“So, you two done yet?”

The two glanced at each other, panicked, how long have they been in there?!

Mia opened the closet door smugly. “Hello, horny ‘lil shits.”

Maki pushed Mia away aggressively.

“Yoshiko.”

Yoshiko gulped, completely forgetting about she and Riko’s uncovered privacy’s. “...Maki..”

“You...”

“Left us...”

“In the FUCKING hallway, waiting for you...”

“JUST for you to go in a FUCKING closet to FUCKING FUCK piano pussy.” Maki screamed angrily, “You KNOW we lost our keys to the dorm, and you go off to fuck because why the fuck not, huh?!! What happened to the brocode?!!” She kept screaming.

“Hey Yohane, learn to keep your dick in your pants!” Mia shouted, laughing with the humor of a 15 year old (Which, she is).

Yoshiko and Riko blushed, she fumbled with her underwear and zipper, but the embarrassment got to her, leaving her groaning in frustration from being unable to fix herself up.

Riko mumbled something, before pulling Yoshiko back in to the closet, leaving the Mia and Maki glancing at each other.

“Oh fuck.”

“Wa-Wait what?” Yoshiko asked, confused as Riko aggressively jammed her dick back in her pants, zipping it back up and buckling her belt. Then, Riko spun around and bent down and pulled her panties up snuggly covering her privates.

Then, to top it all off, she slammed her lips onto Yoshiko’s, “Mnh--!!” Riko furiously battling with Yoshiko’s tongue.

Yoshiko could hardly process what was going on, but still managed to grip Riko’s hands and lift them above her head, holding both in one hand while the other snaked around her waist.

The fight for dominance was easily won as Riko quickly gave up, allowing Yoshiko full entrance into her mouth.

When the two departed from each other for air, a trail of saliva followed, before breaking from the quicker, gentler kiss Riko gave again.

“H-Huh..?” Yoshiko looked dazed, making Riko look at her sweetly and giggling. “For all this time, that was our first kiss, you know?” She said timidly, smiling up at Yoshiko.

“Fwuah?”

She giggled again, “You dummy.”

“The hell?” Maki grumbled, clearly not enjoying waiting.

Yoshiko smiled, Riko smiled, there was only one answer to this: “Sus.” Mia said, “Super sus.”.

“Nothings sus, Mia.” Yoshiko rolled her eyes at her roomie. “You want to sleep or nah?” She said waving her keys in front of them.

Maki scoffed, not saying anything and walking out the room, Mia following.

Maki and Mia passed Kanan and Dia, who were waiting at the front door, glaring with sleepy eyes.

“You owe us a new closet.” Riko rolled her eyes. “Ask Mari, she’s the rich Kiss.” She answered, with Yoshiko’s arm sliding onto her shoulder, who kissed her head while looking directly at the two smugly. Kanan and Dia glared as the two walked off, presumably to Maki, Mia’s, and Yoshiko’s dorm.

two months later

“Darling..”

“Hm?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Yoshiko looked at Riko wide-eyed, both in bed and clothes discarded on the floor.

“WHAT?!!”

#this escalated tbh #you hate to see it #but you love to see it #thats when she knew...#she fucked up #yohariko #VERY implied dick-wearing-women #shes trans tbh #no way around it #trans yohane

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Sugar, Sugar (Three)

We meet the rest of the gang and Tony makes a move on Stucky.

MASTERLIST HERE

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“Hey gal pals!” Clint slammed the door to Natasha’s apartment and made a beeline for the kitchen. “Have the Wonder Twins came by with the daily cupcakes? I’m starving and too poor to buy real foo...”

He let the sentence trail when he came around the corner and saw Steve and Bucky at the kitchen table and also Sam for some reason. “Oh uh--- hey a bunch of random men who doesn’t live here.”

“You don’t live here either. And did you call us the Wonder Twins?” Bucky dragged the box of cupcakes away from the center of the table and closer to himself. “Because Stevie and I don’t look nothin’ alike. Definitely not twins.”

“No no no.” Sam undid the wrapper on his third cupcake of the morning and took a big bite, spraying around crumbs as he finished, “We need to talk about why Clint apparently refers to Nat and Val as his gal pals.”

“If I would’a known you were here I would’a called out for my man pals too.” Clint defended, and made grabby hands at the bakery box. “Don’t hog the goods, Bucky-baby. Share the love.”

“The hell I will.” Bucky covered the box with a protective arm. “We only brought a dozen and fuckin’ Sam got to most of them. None for you. We’re keeping the rest.”

“No you aren’t.” Valkyrie finally made it out of her room. “You boys gonna bring that crap here, you’re gonna share. Give it up, Bronco and give it up now.”

Bucky sent the woman his fiercest scowl, then shouted, “OW!” when his fiercest scowl only earned him a smack upside the head. “Damn you, Val!”

“Fuckin’ feed me, then.” Valkyrie patted at Steve’s shoulder, ran her hands through Clint’s hair and crooned, “Good morning, gorgeous.” then hip checked Sam right out of the way so she could get to the coffee. “What’s the flavor of the day?”

“Coffee Caramel Macchiato.” Steve finally stopped stuffing his face long enough to speak. “Tony says it’s like coffee in a cupcake. Mornin’ Val. Clint. How’s it going?”

“It’ll be better when you give me one of those.” the boys never knew whether it was impressive or scary that Valkyrie could put back sixteen ounces of straight black coffee without pausing for a breath, but either way the feat distracted Bucky enough that Val managed to snag two cupcakes from the box before he noticed.

“Here, love.” she passed one to Clint, then hollered, “Tasha! Cupcakes! And coffee!”

“I want coffee.” Natasha managed to be drop dead gorgeous even fresh out of bed, red hair perfectly tousled, full lips pouty, crop top and flannel pajama bottoms absolutely adorable and every head in the kitchen turned to watch her progress across the living room. “Stare a little harder Sam, I’m sure you won’t burn holes in my skin with all that laser like focus.”

“Yeah I’m uh-- I’m not even sorry.” Sam shrugged unrepentantly. “Five years you’ve known me Tash. You don’t want me drooling on your kitchen floor, maybe put some clothes on before you come out of the bedroom.”

“It’s my house, I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want.” Natasha snatched a towel off the counter and tucked it into Sam’s shirt, patting at his chest teasingly. “There. Drool away.”

“Good morning, beauty.” Valkyrie pursed her lips for a kiss and Natasha promptly gave her one, then leaned over and gave Clint one as well. “Sleep okay?”

“How do you not know how she slept? You two still aren’t sharing a bedroom?” Bucky tipped his head back and grinned when the tiny redhead passed behind them, and Steve added, “Haven’t you two been dating for a year now?”

“I feel like that’s none’ya’bizness.” Valkyrie snorted. “Give me another cupcake.”

“Oooh, more from our favorite sexy baker?” Nat crowded in between Clint and Valkyrie and snagged one from the box. “Speaking of people who are obviously in love but not doing anything about it--”

Valkyrie smacked her in the ass and Natasha laughed over her shoulder at her. “-- what is this now? Three weeks you’ve been maxing out your credit cards buying cupcakes from Sweet Peach? And you still haven’t managed a date with the guy?”

“Tony doesn’t date couples.” Bucky licked his fingers, then leaned over and kissed the frosting right off Steve’s lips. “He won’t even go out for drinks. The only way we see him is to visit the shop and Captain Do Gooder over here says we can’t just go to the shop and ogle Tony, we actually have to buy something.”

“Yeah, cos shockingly enough, it’s creepy to show up every day and stare at him, Buck.” Steve pushed his boyfriend away when Bucky tried to steal a bite of his cupcake. “Tony tells us we don’t have to get cupcakes and he’s always real happy to see us, always lets us hang out while he’s working after hours but it still doesn’t seem right to take up space and not buy anything.”

“So let me get this straight.” Sam took Valkyrie’s second cup of coffee and grimaced over a too large swallow. “Tony won’t date-- oh ho-ho-holy crap woman, how do you drink this sludge?”

“Sack up or shut up.” Val countered and took her cup back. “Wuss.”

“Anyway.” Sam blinked back some coffee induced tears. “Anyway. Tony won’t date couples, but you two still drag your happy asses down there every damn day to flirt and buy cupcakes even though you have no chance of getting anywhere with him? That just sounds... terrible. It sounds terrible.”

“You don’t know the whole story.” Steve gulped at his coffee, then passed it over to Bucky.

“Okay.” Clint intercepted the mug and stole a drink too. “What’s the whole story?”

“We love him.” Bucky snatched the cup and glared around the kitchen. “How is there six people in this kitchen and only three coffee cups in circulation? Me and Stevie share cos we are adorable. The rest of you get your own damn cups.”

“When you start doing dishes, you can complain about the cups.” Natasha informed him. “And what do you mean, you love him? You don’t love him.”

“No, we definitely love him.”

“You definitely don’t.” Sam snagged Natasha around the waist and dragged her up against his body, pinching her side when she giggled and shook her butt into him. “Settle down, Red. And you two Wonder Twins definitely don’t love Tony.”

“I’m glad the Wonder Twin thing is catching on.” Clint got his arm around Valkyrie and smooshed a kiss to her lips, then hopped up on the counter and pulled the pretty girl between his legs, dropping his chin into her curly hair. “Seriously though. You don’t love Tony.”

“You don’t know the whole story.” Steve said again, and this time Bucky finished, “You also haven’t seen his ass, so you know. You have no idea what th’fuck you’re talkin’ about.”

“So what?” Sam shrugged. “He’s perfect? He’s funny? He’s the cream filling in your steroid jacked sandwich? What?”

“All those things.” Bucky checked his phone and jumped up to get his coat. “Except the steroid jacked sandwich thing, you know damn well these muscles are one hundred percent real.”

“Steve.” Natasha raised her voice to be heard over the chorus of jeers and disbelief when Bucky flexed dramatically. “Steve, seriously. Do you want me to look into this guy Tony for you?”

“She means, do you want her to do that scary Soviet Spy thing where she uncovers everyone’s secrets and uses them to bring down nations.” Valkyrie clarified, smirking over at her sort of girlfriend. “Anything sketchy we should know about your baker?”

“There’s nothing sketchy about Tony.” Bucky denied, at the same time Steve protested, “Tash! Do not do your scary Soviet spy thing! You’ll scare him away!”

“First of all, I’m Russian.” Natasha corrected. “And second of all, I work in data entry, not espionage.”

“Data entry.” Sam scoffed. “Cos we believe that. No way you work a regular nine to five, Tasha. Five years we’ve been friends and I’ve never seen you in office appropriate business wear ever. Data entry, my ass.”

“Anyway.” Steve cleared his throat loudly. “Anyway, Tasha. No. You don’t need to look into Tony, why would you even think that?”

“Cos somehow he’s got both you goons googly eyed and stupid over him and you can’t even tell me his full name.” she challenged. “Cos he is dead set against dating couples but lets you hang around anyway. Because if I didn’t half believe you dummies about being in love with him already, I’d worry he was gold digging or something else along those lines. I should look into him. He seems suspicious.”

“The last time you looked into someone, they disappeared with out a trace, Tash.” Clint spoke up from halfway through his second cupcake. “Remember that? What was her name, that foxy chick that shanked Sam and stole half his money?”

“NOBODY SHANKED ME!” Sam bellowed and Valkyrie cackled with glee. “We got a little feisty in bed and one of her long ass nails jabbed me in the side!”

“She did steal half your money though, right?” Bucky waggled his eyebrows. “Right? Put one hand down your pants and the other into your wallet and about emptied your bank account?”

“I have a giving spirit.” Sam groused. “I thought we were talking about Steve and Bucky falling in love with crazy people, not me!”

“Alright alright alright.” Clint clapped his hands a few times. “We are talking about Steve and Bucky falling in love, not Sam and his shockingly terrible taste in partners.”

“We’re not talking about it at all actually, cos I’m about to be late for work.” Steve handed the last cupcake to Natasha and blew Valkyrie a kiss. “Buck? Let’s go.”

“Coming, sweetums.” Sam called in a high falsetto, oophing over a quick jab in the ribs courtesy of Natasha. “This conversation isn’t over! We want to meet this Sweet Peach baker!”

“Hell, we don’t need their permission.” Valkyrie shrugged. “Let’s just mosey down to the bakery and meet Tony oursel--”

“Nope.” Steve stuck his head back around the corner and pointed at them. “None of you are meeting Tony until Bucky and I have a chance to explain about you all.”

“What’s there to explain?” Clint wondered, and Bucky yelled from the front door, “We gotta explain why we’re friends with a bunch’a assholes!”

They ran away down the elevator to a background of boo’s and vaguely worded threats, and Bucky was still laughing when he pushed Steve into the elevator then crowded up against the blond and lay a searing kiss on his lips.

“Hey hey hey.” Steve huffed a laugh, brushed his knuckles over Bucky’s cheek and slowed the kiss down to something a little easier. “What was that for?”

“Oh, because Nat and Val make me horny.” Bucky said over a grimace. “Which is... so weird.. but I’ve given up fighting it. I think it’s cos Nat is fuckin’ scary and Val isn’t scary but looks like she could seriously fuck you up.”

“So... the potential for violence makes you horny?”

“You’re one to talk Stevie, you got a boner watching football last night.”

“It was an impressive touchdown!” Steve turned positively scarlet. “A hail mary play and a run down the field and--”

“There’s nothing impressive about football, baby doll.” Bucky hushed him with another kiss. “But it sure is cute how you get all sparkly eyed and shit. Let’s get to work.”

“Fine.” Steve grumbled a little on the elevator down, but once they were out on the sidewalk again he asked, “Are we bein’ dumb about Tony?”

“Fuckin’ stupid.” Bucky confirmed immediately. “I’m half outta my mind over the guy because of the way his booty wiggles. You almost broke your neck watching him pull cupcakes out the other day. He sings that stupid ‘yummy yummy I’ve got love in my tummy song’ and you made the sorta noise you only make when I get up inside you. And every time he holds that frosting bag I think it’s connected to my damn dick. We are fuckin’ stupid, Stevie.”

“Okay, I wasn’t actually talking about all of those things.” Steve was blushing again and Bucky grinned at him. “I mean, are we bein’ dumb cos he doesn’t want anything to do with a couple beyond just hanging out and being friends, and we keep coming around sorta obviously hoping for more.”

“Oh thank god, we’re only bein’ sorta obvious.”

“I’m being serious.” Steve grabbed at Bucky’s hand and yanked him to a stop. “Three weeks, Buck. We’ve seen him every day for three weeks--”

“Not every day, we didn’t actually see him yesterday, remember? Or last Friday.”

“--pretty much every day for three weeks. We laugh and we talk and it’s a hell of a good time but do you think we’re wasting our time?”

“Alright.” Bucky pulled a hair tie from his pocket and looped his hair up and out of his eyes. “Alright Stevie, you know what I think? I think it’s pretty damn obvious Tony’s nursing a hell of a broken heart, definitely got burned falling in love with a couple before. I think he’s being real cautious and tryna take things slow but I also think that the other night when you told him how cute he was he about blushed his adorable ass right through the floor and Sunday he looked so damn relieved when we walked through the door, I know he was waiting for us.”

“You think he likes us.”

“I think he’s a totally smitten kitten.” Bucky confirmed. “Which works out pretty well cos we’re fuckin’ lost for him, right? Right?”

“Right.”

“And I know I haven’t stopped talkin’ about his ass, but we like him, right? Care about him a little bit, at least. I missed him like hell last night, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” this time it was Steve that initiated a less-than-publicly- appropriate kiss. “Yes. Care about him sorta a weird amount seein as how we’ve only known him a month and yes, missed seeing him last night.”

“So what’s the problem?” Bucky pointed out. “We’re fuckin’ stupid over him but that don’t mean we’re being dumb about him, right?”

“Right.” Steve finally smiled again. “Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m the whole package.” Bucky kissed him back and growled playfully. “I’ve got plenty of brawn and a surprising amount of brains too. Who’d’a thunk it?”

“Wow, that was a bad sentence.” Steve shook his head and started back down the street. “Who’d’a thunk it. Jesus, Buck.”

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Sweet Peach Bakery had been closed for an hour and a half by the time Steve and Bucky finished at the gym and made it down the street, so Bucky banged on the door while Steve called the bakery number to let Tony know they were outside.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite hot bodies!” Tony’s cheeks were flushed, his smile stretched a little too wide when he made it to the door, and Bucky raised his eyebrows when he saw Tony’s more than half full glass of wine. “You didn’t come by last night, I thought maybe I finally scared you away!”

“Not a chance.” Steve set his bag down and motioned to the cup. “Start the party without us?”

“Oh come on, we all know it’s not a party until the hot people arrive.” Tony winked and nudged Bucky gently. “What’s with the murder scowl, Buck? You bummed cos you don’t have any wine yet?”

“Not scowlin’ sugar.” Bucky was quick to smile, even quicker to reach out and tug at Tony’s apron strings. “Just wonderin’ what happened today that you broke into the wine ahead of schedule?”

“Not ahead of schedule.” Tony tipped his head back and emptied the glass, then sashayed his way back behind the counter to get more. “I think I’m late breaking into it actually. You two weren’t here to help with it last night so I had to drink your share too.”

“Well we’re here now.” Steve followed Tony around the counter and grabbed two more glasses, passing one to Bucky. “Fill us up and tell us about your day.”

“My day.” Tony’s laugh sounded strained. “Oh man, my day? I pissed off a bride and lost a huge wedding job, that’s how my day went.”

“Oh damn.” Bucky uncorked the wine and refilled Tony’s glass most of the way full, then poured a little for he and Steve as well. “I thought you were like the bride whisperer, Tony. What the hell happened?”

“Vegan bride.” Tony made a kissy face at Bucky before taking a swig from the fresh glass. “Which is fine you know? It’s fine. I can work with that. Hey you know what would relax me? Come here and sit in my office, tell me which of the overly expensive chairs I bought feels better on Steve’s ridiculous butt.”

“Really?” Steve challenged. “Gonna use the words ‘ridiculous’ and ‘butt’ in the same sentence and make it about me?”

“Have you seen your ass?” Tony tossed over his shoulder, and motioned them through the kitchen. “I could bounce a quarter off that thing, Blondie.”

“Can confirm.” Bucky gave the aforementioned ass a quick swat. “Why’d you get new couches though?”

“Rhodey threw out my other ones.” Tony unlocked the door to his office and turned on the lights. “I dunno why though, couches I got at a garage sale in the late eighties are still usable, right? They went through all the college dorm parties and every single one of my apartments and at one point I gave them away but then found them again at a different garage sale-

“Wait, what?”

“--so I got them back!”

“Tony. Are you serious?”

“And college orgies aren’t all that wild, we all used condoms so total minimal body fluids--”

“OH MY GOD!”

“FROM THE LATE EIGHTIES!?”

“I mean, I lost my virginity on the big one so--”

“TONY WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“-- it was sentimental! Rhodey had no right to throw it out!”

“I feel like Rhodey should’a called so we could give him a hand.” Steve decided. “God, Tony. Couches aren’t meant to survive thirty years of college sex and garage sales, they are meant to give us a few years of comfiness and then die dignified deaths on the street corner.”

“There’s nothing dignified about street corners.” Tony disagreed. “And it’s so much harder than you’d think to find neon floral print couches these days? Rhodey made me get boring blue ones.”

“Sorry, was that neon floral print?” Bucky picked up a photo from Tony’s desk and squinted at it in disbelief. “Holy shit, that is a neon floral print couch.”

“Where?” Steve peered over Bucky’s shoulder, gaping at the picture. “Wow. Tony has your hair always been that fluffy? How the hell do you control that mess? Bucky, did you see this?”

“Cupcake, your hair is like eight inches off your forehead.” Bucky whistled as if impressed. “What is that, Flock of the Seagulls, huh?”

“You aren’t that tall, either.” Steve cocked his head curiously. “Tony are you-- are you wearing lifts in your shoes?

“High heels were in for men back then!” Tony snatched the picture back and set it face down on the desk. “And I use lots of hair gel okay?! And by the way? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that couch. It was a conversation starter!”

“Yeah, I feel like I’d have something to say if I walked into a room and that monstrosity was taking up the main wall.” Bucky agreed. “I’d have something to say if I walked into a room and saw you hair fluffed like that too--ow!”

He wheezed when Tony jabbed at his stomach. “My chubbiness!”

“Chubbiness?” Tony rubbed at his finger as if it hurt. “That was like poking a brick wall, what chubbiness? Fuck, I think you broke my finger.”

“Well maybe stop poking and start groping, less chance for broken fingers.” Steve darted around Tony and got the picture again. “My word, is this Colonel Rhodes wearing suspenders and pants up to his nipples? Does he know this picture exists?”

“I’m gonna hang it in the bakery as revenge for him taking my couches!” Tony grabbed for the frame and Steve just held it up higher, grinning over Tony’s outraged squawk. “This picture is like the gift that keeps on giving, Tony. Are you wearing glitter lip gloss right here?”

“Let me see?” Bucky didn’t even have to stretch to take the picture from Steve, holding it over Tony’s head and flattening one big hand into Tony’s chest to keep him away. “Ho-ho-holy shit, that’s glitter lip gloss and definitely some eyeliner.”

“THE EARLY NINETIES WERE A DIFFICULT TIME FOR ME!” Tony screeched. “FASHION WAS FLUID!”

“Fashion was terrible.” Steve finally took pity on Tony’s futile jumping and set the photo back on the desk. “Buck, you’re not allowed to make fun of me wearing polo’s and khakis in high school anymore. Not now that we know Tony wore eyeliner and lip gloss.”

“I didn’t agree to that.” Bucky said easily. “I’ll make fun of your old man khaki’s till the day I die. Tony, we need to have a serious conversation about your clothing choices.”

“Oh for fucks--” Tony threw up his hands in disbelief. “I don’t see you taking issue with my leggings and aprons and croppy tops!”

“We need to have a serious conversation about your past clothing choices.” Bucky amended. “I’m all about that sweet peach in those leggings.”

“And definitely never stop wearing croppy tops.” Steve interjected. “Oh but weren’t you telling us about a vegan bride?”

“Yeah, did she get mad cos your booty is cuter than her boo--”

Bucky shut up when Tony suddenly leaned in and kissed him-- or rather, leaned up and kissed him. Tony had to stand on his toes and grab both hands in Bucky’s shirt and yank the big brunette down to get their lips together, and it might have been determination on Tony’s part or maybe Bucky being too stunned to resist, but damn it was a hell of a kiss anyway.

“--booty.” Bucky finished lamely when Tony let him go. “I um-- booty. I got uh-- holy crap. I got nothing. Stevie?”

“Too busy to talk, Buck.” Steve took two big steps forward and whirled Tony around, gathering him right up into his chest and bending him over into a long kiss. One hand in Tony’s curls, the other low low over the rise of that irresistible peach, and Tony made an eep! sort of noise when Steve groaned against his tongue.

“That was uh--” the words barely worked, so Tony cleared his throat once or a dozen times and tried again. “--that was just as good as I assumed it would be. Grade a kissers, you two. Good work, team. I wondered if those mouths were good for anything other than flirting and terrible jokes.”

“Uh-huh.” Bucky was still licking the taste of Tony of his lips, pale eyes glowing. “You wanna see what else this mouth is good for?”

Steve cursed like he was choking, palming at his cock through his jeans and hissing out a half desperate, “Bucky! Just a little bit subtle, yeah?”

“Says the guy jerking off through his zipper.” Bucky retorted without taking his eyes off Tony. “So what’s up, sweet thing? Wanna ride my face?”

“BUCKY!”

Tony bit at his lip, ducked his head and peeked up from beneath ridiculously thick lashes, his fingers playing at the strip of skin between the top of his leggings and the bottom of his crop top.

“So um, my vegan bride.” He smothered a giggle when Steve did another one of those mangled curses. “She wanted whip cream frosting and her husband asked what vegan whip cream was and I said air and um--”

Belly button rings had no business being so distracting, but Bucky and Steve almost fell over all the same when Tony’s shirt lifted another inch to show off the brand new cup cake charm.

“--and um, the husband laughed at my joke but the bride apparently doesn’t think veganism is funny in the least or maybe future hubby had made too many jokes already but she flipped out and cancelled the whole thing.”

Tony sucked in a quick breath when Steve jerked forward like he wanted to touch him again. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure I ruined the wedding by making a joke about vegan whipped cream and it was a big job to lose so you know. That’s why I was drinking early.”

“And the kiss?” Bucky held out his hand and crooked his fingers coaxingly. “What was that about?”

“I told you.” Tony lifted one shoulder in a half hearted, teasing shrug. “I wanted to know if your mouth was good for anything other than flirting. Steve? You gonna try out that couch or what?”

“Yeah, I think I should probably sit down.” Steve sat alright, sat and grabbed a throw pillow and placed it over his crotch, thoroughly loving how Bucky’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the all too obvious pillow, and how Tony’s eyes sparked hot and interested at the motion. “Buck. Come sit down. This is definitely the most comfortable couch in the world.”

Tony laughed under his breath when Bucky sat immediately, sprawling back onto the cushions and spreading his legs wide in what could only be an open invitation.

“You two are gorgeous.” Tony said after a long moment of perusal. “And I was right, you sitting on my couches did relax me. Also, I’m apologizing for kissing you without permission but I’d like it to be noted that I am not actually sorry in the least.”

“Noted.”

“I’d also like it to be noted that uh--” Tony drew his finger over a distractingly full bottom lip and nearly purred in pleasure when both men’s mouths fell open in response. “--that while I have every intention of riding the hell outta Bronco’s face--”

“Fuck me, I’m gonna embarrass myself in my pants in like two seconds.” Bucky muttered.

“--and while I would be very much into getting everything beneath that pillow down my throat--”

Steve threw his head back and grit his teeth until his jaw hurt. “Christ, Tony.”

“-- and even though I’m pretty sure I missed the hell outta you two last night and that’s not something I’m willing to think too much about right now?” Tony paused for effect. “I’m still not going to date you. I don’t want a relationship. No way. These last three weeks have been super fun, I’ve had a great time getting to know you both but I’m ready to move past drinking wine together and towards the part where I smear frosting over your dicks and lick it off.”

He waited another beat and finished, “We all have to be on the same page, okay? More importantly, you two need to be on the same page cos I’m not about to ruin a relationship just to get my hands on what I imagine is a combined sixteen inches of grade A beef. Alright? Everyone good with that?”

It took Steve a full three minutes to manage a sentence-- “I wish I could laugh, because that was pretty amazing sass but I’m not actually thinking with anything above my waist. Buck? Got anything?”

“Literally nothing.” Bucky didn’t bother trying. “Nope. Not right now.”

“Okay, well.” Tony straightened his little apron and cleared his throat, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling and preening with satisfaction at having rendered both Steve and Bucky absolutely stupid. “When you two figure it out, why don’t you let me know? I have cake pops to make. Stay as long as you want, but if you’re still here in half an hour I’m gonna make you mop.”

“Uhhhh sure?”

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

A half hour later, Tony was busy portioning out batter for tomorrow mornings streusel muffins and Bucky was busy washing dishes. Steve was mopping the customer area, slow jazz was playing over the speakers and Tony’s heart was almost pounding out of his chest while he waited for one of them to bring up the conversation from the office.

He hadn’t been lying-- he was more than ready to give Bucky a test drive and definitely was ready to deal with polo’s and khakis if it meant watching Steve come apart via blow job but there was no way-- there was no way Tony wanted a relationship.

Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice....

“We need to have a conversation.” Steve told Bucky as he rolled the mop bucket past the sink. “Tonight.”

“You need to blow me.” Bucky retorted. “Or at least bend over and let me at that ass. I’m not talking about nothin’ while my dick is trying to climb outta my pants, alright? Not happening.”

“That’s fair.” Steve grinned a little bit. “But still. At some point we need to have a conversation.”

“Yep.”

“About Tony.”

“Yeah, no shit, Stevie.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Bucky spun around and kissed Steve square on the lips, holding him close. “I love you, baby. So so much.”

“Hey! Anyone want to come lick my spoon?!” Tony called, and Steve squealed in shock when Bucky chomped down into his lip.

“Bucky! Damn it!”

“Sorry sorry sorry.” Bucky groaned. “I was trying to be sexy but then Tony mentioned spoons and--”

“Okay we need to get you home.”

“Yes we fucking do!”

Tony barely looked up when Bucky and Steve grabbed their jackets, but he froze in place when they each left a gentle kiss on his cheek. “What’s up, guys?”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, alright honey?” Steve swept his fingers down Tony’s back to rest at the bow of his apron. “We’ll be here right at closing.”

“Talk to you real soon, sweet thing.”

“Ooookay.” Tony waved them out the door nonchalantly, easy smiles and casual sips of his wine until they were out of sight down the sidewalk.

Then he grabbed his phone and made a phone call.

“Heya Tones.”

“Heya platypus!” Tony said cheerfully. “Guess who’s gonna get fuckin’ railed tomorrow night?”

There was nothing but horrified silence on Rhodey’s end, then a scream of laughter that could only be Pepper, and when Tony listened a little closer, he could hear general restaurant sounds in the background as well.

“Oh uh--” he coughed. “Out for dinner with Pepper, huh?”

More screams of laughter, and then one of those famous world ending, longest suffering sighs that only Rhodey could pull off.

“I’ll just-- just let you go, hm?”

“Goddammit, Tony.”

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legendofthefireemblem · 3 years

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the wishing well :eggenmlem:

ah yes, the uni magical girls AU

This one is a lot of random thoughts and some actual writing so I’ll give a little bit of both

Timeline

Seb romain and checo all wish in the well -> powers -> make a club (eight members for a club) -> Kevin coma -> group split up

Nicky lance and esteban do the wish pile with antonio’s help -> checo interfering (same apartment as lance + esteban) -> no manifestation???

george lando alex charles pierre search for the wish pile -> oweek? Students (council? Has stopped doing it) -> do it anyways at night, the scenery transforms -> get protected by half body horror 3rd years at different points -> leave without having transformed -> lewis gives them the clubroom later, has some documents (diaries in diff languages), foam swords etc -> translate diaries with charles -> see seb and checo fighting in the rain, george out with them, lando n alex showing up to help them break it up, esteban and lance showing up to hog checo

excerpt under the cut

“Is this everyone?”

“Why?” Replies Charles. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“No, I was wondering if we’re breaking fire code.”

Sebastian sits on the swivel chair at the desk, the only seating aside from the couch in the tiny clubroom. Lando lets his legs dangle from his perch on the couch armrest, (Alex swatting at them when they get close). Alex, George, Max and Pierre are all stuffed onto the couch. Charles shifts on Pierre’s lap. The two murmur in French, swatting at each other’s hands. Charles unceremoniously lifts himself onto the couch’s other armrest, pouting as he arranges himself into a comfortable position.

Sebastian stares at them for a few seconds, looking for any more movements or signs of discomfort. “Everyone settled?” They all nod. “So who has the first question?”

“How did you get them — the powers?”

“The wishing well, it was still up in my first year.” A small smile grows on his face. “I tossed a coin in during orientation and made a wish.” He pauses. “I must admit, I’m more curious as to how the group of you got them. I hope you don’t mind sharing.”

“Instead of the well, we threw our coins into a pile.”

“I see. And this still gave you the powers?”

“Well, we didn’t know anyone else to compare with, so we can’t compare.”

“About comparing notes, this is yours.” Charles hands Sebastian his diary.

“You had this?” Sebastian opens it, leafing through the pages. “I was wondering where I left it. Thank you.”

“Can we ask… why did you keep one?”

“One of these?” Sebastian chuckles. “At some point, we- I became paranoid. I wasn’t sure how to separate truth from reality. The book helped parse it.” He flips to the last page. “Also, I left my calculus notes in here. I wish I had them in second year, it really would have helped.”

“So what about the other two?”

Sebastian freezes. For a moment, he stares past them at the wall before refocusing on the other two diaries Charles is waving around. “You should give them to Valtteri. I don’t see them anymore and I don’t have time to go looking to hand them back.”

Charles frowns. “I find it really hard to believe that, Mr. Lieben Freunde”

Sebastian’s face flushes. “That was then, it’s been over a year since we last spoke.”

“You were fighting in the rain yesterday.” Lando interjects.

“Spoke properly.”

A silence settles over the room. Gazes shift awkwardly back over to Charles, who huffs and puts them back in his bag. “I’ll give them to—Valtteri, you said?—later.”

The silence returns.

“Any more questions?” Sebastian’s tone is clipped.

#ask game

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nancywrote · 4 years

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do you believe in ghosts?

Steve’s a bit paranoid at times for no reason at all, it leads him to pulling all-nighters pretty often. Billy, on the other hand, stays up in fear of something completely different. They meet in the middle.

(4k words, originally posted on AO3 but I moved it here! hope you enjoy!)

Let’s be clear.

Steve doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Or aliens.

He’s very much a stick-to-the-science type of guy, especially with Dustin’s insistence on facts and just generally he’s been left alone for long enough in his life to know his house isn’t haunted, and there’s not really any factual evidence that ghosts or aliens exist.

But his parents leave him alone a lot, and his house is big and dark and Steve’s never gotten any sort of comfort or reassurance growing up for the dark corners or the rooms he’s never allowed in.

He’s been scared, because he’s been alone.

That’s all.

The dark shadows cave in on him when he’s asleep, they creep into his room from the halls and his window scares him because yeah, ghosts don’t come from windows but aliens do and intruders as well.

But, again, he doesn’t believe in aliens.

Intruders are very likely, that’s all.

Somehow, that thought still scares him. He’s defenseless, he’s weak, he’s young.

And nobody would be there to hear him or find him.

But every night, the shadows come in and Steve refuses to use his nightlight or turn the hall lights on because that’s childish and he’s not a child. The nightlight’s not even supposed to be there, his mom took it away when he was eight because she deemed him ‘brave enough’ when he managed to start pretending he was fine and no longer paranoid after their longest trip yet.

He just didn’t want to disappoint her, he didn’t want to embarrass her and he wanted to grow up and get over it.

But the house is just so big, and dark, and empty.

And Steve’s always alone.

The only people that know of his paranoia are Dustin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Billy.

Dustin found out purely by coincidence, stumbled in at night to creep up on Steve to plan a surprise party for El. Steve was aware he’d come, but he forgot in his tired haze that he gave him spare keys and then Dustin walked in on him curled up on the couch with the TV blasting and blankets surrounding him.

He was fully decked out, bat nearby as well as his phone and laptop right by his head, and an array of water bottles on the table as well as a good selection of snacks to keep him company.

Nancy, when she and him made up, found him crying in his closet because he felt anxiety creep up his spine when he thought he heard a whisper and his window was a little bit open and he was too afraid to make noise so he jumped in his closet and hid in the clothes and squeezed his eyes and sobbed silently trying to calm his nerves.

He didn’t want to admit how scared he was, he tried to pretend he was just remembering bad things or he fell into the closet, but Nancy saw through it. She was so patient and accepting, she was so caring and even offered to stay some nights.

Some nights, when it gets bad, she does.

Jonathan found out through Nancy, but Steve trusts him now. Jonathan sometimes joins and they’d have nice little sleepovers where they challenge themselves to cook or do arts and crafts or follow DIY tutorials on youtube or something. It’s always fun.

Billy…

That was a hard one.

Steve’s not quite sure how or when it started.

They were enemies at first, anytime they were in a room together it was almost impossible for either of the two to emerge from it unscathed or calm. Billy picks, Steve ignores, Billy pushes, Steve gets angry. Fight ensues.

But that’s not what they really came to be, because now Billy’s the one he goes to a lot more than Nancy on the days he knows the nights are gonna be particularly rough.

Because Billy’s always up at night, always ready for a text or a call and always listening or talking when necessary, never hurting. And they don’t fight, they compromise.

They hated each other, then Steve snapped and ripped Billy apart with words and then Billy didn’t show up for a week and everyone spread rumors that he’d moved back to Cali or that he was too much of a pussy, but Max knew better and by the second half of the next week, Billy was back and biting his tongue whenever Steve was around and even offering him his notes in English.

And then they saw each other at the arcade and Billy gave him a small smile at Max’s side, and Steve went wild with how genuine it was.

It was a slow and subtle development, but Billy got better and Steve kept pushing all the while trying to be as patient as possible. It’s worth it, because now they talk a lot and Billy listens a lot and…

Steve’s feeling scared tonight.

He left a window open and unlocked again earlier, and like an idiot, he left his door unlocked when he left for school and when he came back he damn near had a heart attack.

He searched the whole house (save for the rooms he wasn’t allowed in, they were locked), and spent hours looking through cabinets and drawers and then Nancy texted him and came over to help make sure it was okay. He felt bad, but he was relieved and she had been wanting to come over anyways, it had been awhile.

She made him feel better with jokes and little distractions of hey, what’s this? followed by weird stuff he made as a child that she found littered around in drawers. For the most part, they were alien-related, sporty, or renditions of his parents.

They were very dorky.

And also, he didn’t believe in aliens by the way.

He doesn’t believe in aliens. Obviously.

But tonight he’s alone again, because Nancy had to leave early, and when Steve found that one window unlocked later on all the blood rushed to his head and he nearly passed out because he couldn’t remember if he opened it or not.

He closed it, and it was loud.

So he’s hiding, bedroom door locked, bottom of his bed stuffed with spare pillows and boxes covered with blankets, and snacks and three water bottles by his side. He’s considering buying a mini fridge to keep in every room he uses as his hiding spot.

But his laptop’s there, but it’s charging across the room and even though his closet’s slits have been duct taped and the window’s right next to his laptop shining a sweet moonlight onto it, it’s raining and he’s terrified.

Because he’s also heard of the Boogeyman.

But he doesn’t believe in it, because that’s stupid.

He’s not a child.

And, he doesn’t misbehave. The Boogeyman would never target him.

But, he cussed out some guy in gym yesterday, and maybe karma’s harsher than it is. Maybe he was lucky all the nights before, and he’s just signed his contract now.

But that’s stupid, because he doesn’t believe in the Boogeyman.

But what if the guy sneaks into the house, steals his stuff, and decides he wants more?

But that’s also stupid, because Steve knows that the man’s a sweetheart and probably didn’t even hear his stupid stress-fueled insult.

But also, anybody can come in.

The house is big, it has many windows and doors and…

A shiver runs down Steve’s spine, and he quickly grabs his phone, checking for any texts.

When it lights up all he can see is his background, a picture of him and Robin hogging her neighbor’s cat. No messages.

So he quickly tries to tap on Youtube, but his hands are too sweaty and shaky and they open up his contacts instead.

And Billy’s right there.

And Billy’s always up.

Steve gulps, takes a quick glance around his well-lit room, shudders when he looks at the window and quickly clicks on Billy’s contact.

His fingers work quicker than his brain.

Hey hargrove

It’s simple, it’s quick, he’s taken away all the extra sentences leading into rambles about if he’s sinned recently or not because that’s unnecessary and Steve doesn’t want to drive Billy away.

A few seconds pass of just rain and no response, Steve thinks maybe the other is asleep now. He’s both happy and sad, because he’s happy Billy’s getting the sleep he needs but sad because he really needs Billy and he’s feeling lonely now.

He’s still scared, but he gets pretty lonely and downtrodden when Billy’s not there.

Within, like, total reason.

Because, he’s just good friends with him now, he’d like to think.

Billy comes online, and Steve’s heart stops. He sees the three dots and with every second, he’s taking constant scans of his room trying to make sure nothing’s changed and no shadows are coming.

He wants to block his closet, the duct tape sticks out too much and makes his legs bounce with fear and uncertainty.

tonight must be my lucky night

hey princess

Steve’s heart momentarily picks up, but he ignores it. He’s too scared, and the rain’s getting louder and his windows feel so vulnerable and he feels so naked even though he’s fully dressed and maybe he’s wearing pajamas but he’s grown, he’s fine, just because his parents weren’t there doesn’t mean he didn’t learn to grow independently, he’s okay.

He wipes his palms on the blankets, takes a swig out of his water bottle to soothe his dry mouth and quickly gets to responding because he’s scared that if he doesn’t respond quick enough Billy will leave and he doesn’t want that.

Wyd?? :)

It’s a stupid, half-assed response. He knows Billy knows what’s going on, because there’s never a night when he’s not about to break down crying.

Usually though, he goes to Nancy or Jonathan or Dustin. Billy’s only every other week.

Billy’s still online. He draws his knees to his chest and practically claws at his bedside table through the snacks to get his earphones. Just to muffle the rain.

doin my hair, bored

He smiles imagining Billy curling those locks around his fingers, remembers how he winked at Steve during practice when Steve caught him ruffling his own hair and messing it up.

Can you call??

Billy’s offline for a moment, and Steve nearly breaks down sobbing thinking that that was it, he was done for and all alone and he’s stupid for even trying but then when he places his phone on his lap, it vibrates and lights up with a picture of Billy kissing a dog, smiling at someone behind the camera.

Steve’s heart warms, he himself lights up with this simple picture already and swipes to accept.

“Billy,” Steve whispers, too afraid to speak in the dark of night.

Even though his room is lit up, he knows the rest of the house isn’t. He briefly considers turning the lights off, because what if it stands out? What if they see the lights?

He’s scared of what he means by they.

He feels his shirt sticking to his skin, the dark pattern of gaming controllers don’t make him look any better.

Billy’s voice comes up after a few seconds of shuffling, which Steve can only assume is him reaching for something on his vanity. “Sorry, I’m here now.”

Those words meant a lot. His heart shook with every syllable.

“What’s up?” Billy asks. So, he didn’t really know.

That’s fine, because Steve knows he shouldn’t expect him to, because they don’t talk all the time, only usually with school.

In fact, they’re only school friends, that’s it. This is stupid, and it’s a stupid idea and the rain hits some part of the window particularly hard and Steve jumps and gasps in his bed.

“Woah there. You good, King Steve?” Billy’s voice is in his ears, drowns out the noises, keeps him comfort. Company.

“Yeah-- fuck, I’m sorry. Window was left open today, door was unlocked, scared myself,” he breathes.

He wonders if maybe he should hang up, the silence makes him feel like he interrupted something but he trusts Billy and he’s on the verge of tears.

“I-- I’m really, like--” he can’t quite breathe anymore, he keeps his phone in his lap and his chin on his knees. His thoughts are broken, and he almost feels sad.

He remembers when his mom would hold him, and sing him a lullaby.

But then he grew, and then he became nothing more than a memory to her. And then he was left to fend for himself, hum the words to a lullaby he couldn’t remember at this point and hope she’ll come back one day to stay a few nights and maybe tell him he’s okay again.

Maybe just let him know they’re not real, aliens, ghosts, the Boogeyman.

“Steve.”

Billy’s voice is sharp, cuts through his thoughts and sends him in a mild panic. Billy was speaking, Steve wasn’t registering.

“Wanna see a picture of Max? Susan sent it to me the other day,” Billy asks to change the topic.

It makes Steve’s shoulders relax, not just Billy’s voice but the ability to immerse himself in something that isn’t his room or house or window.

“Sure, show me,” he answers, grabs a chocolate bar quickly and unwraps it. Takes a small bite, even though it’s getting a little soft from how long it’s been there.

His phone dings in his lap and he picks it up, holds it in front of his face and taps out of the call screen.

It’s just a simple photo of Max at her first cat cafe, drinking tea with a cat wearing her sunglasses near her. Trying to look posh.

“That’s adorable,” he mutters, a smile tugging at his lips. The chocolate’s melting already, so he hurriedly pushes it into his mouth and tries to finish it.

“If you think that’s adorable, you should try lookin’ in the mirror, Harrington,” Billy smoothly says.

It’s so casual, so simple and clearly just something Billy just says sometimes. To anyone. He’s probably really used to slipping in lines like that.

But it still makes Steve laugh all the same, and it still warms his cheeks all the same and cools his body all the while. He swallows, tosses the wrapper into the small bin by his side. “You’re looking in one right now, aren’t you?”

The image of Billy just fiddling with his curls at his vanity, talking to Steve so sweetly while still maintaining some focus on his hair just makes the world around Steve calm a little.

But he still feels so alone, so isolated and still a little paranoid.

Because the duct tape is still on his closet, and it stands out against the brown. And the rain is still pattering his window, and even though it’s softer now it’s still showing the far too dark sky and conveniently there tree. He’s effectively locked himself in his room, and his bat is leaning on the bedside table but completely accessible to the bottom of his bed.

But he’s filled the bottom of the bed. It still scares him.

“Yeah, don’t see you though,” Billy remarks, and Steve can hear him hit his knuckle on something (presumably the edge of a table) and the faint noise of pain in the background. He giggles gently, doesn’t dare to close his eyes though.

“Ow, don’t laugh. There was a stupid fuckin’... thing in the way,” Billy says.

“Thing?” The smile shines through Steve’s voice.

“‘s just nailpolish…” he hears Billy grumble, and finds himself giggling again.

There’s the faint noise of crickets, it sends a chill down Steve’s spine. The rain’s stopped by now, just droplets running down his window and it should be reassuring but the silence makes him fear being heard in his own house.

A house is a person’s most vulnerable and personal point.

The best place to attack.

“Well,” Billy starts, and Steve hears him get into bed and possibly kick himself under the sheets, “going anywhere tomorrow?”

It’s the weekends, and Steve usually hangs out with the kids or Nancy and Jonathan.

But no, he has no plans because they’re all occupied with homework, studying, or dating.

“Nope, ditched in the name of love,” he says simply, lies back against his pillow and feels so relaxed. Probably should have done that earlier.

But like, he was just… he wasn’t scared or anything, he just didn’t feel like it.

Obviously.

Billy laughs softly, and Steve knows it’s restrained because it’s late at night and his walls aren’t the thickest, but the laugh is precious to Steve’s ears and he’s suddenly so glad he has earphones in.

“Want me to come over?”

Steve smiles wider, rolls his eyes. “Tomorrow? Yeah, sure, long as you don’t wreck the place.”

He doesn’t really care either way, because if Billy threw something, Steve would throw something too. If he chose suddenly to completely vandalize Steve’s room, Steve would join in without a wasting a second.

He just follows, because he has fun, and he’s very much blind and stupid when it comes to Billy.

Which, he’s fine with.

And it’s just because they’re good friends.

That hung out on Valentine’s Day watching a movie and ditching their plans with whoever their dates were supposed to be that week.

Because, like, those girls were just creepy. And Steve wasn’t about that, nor was Billy.

But then Billy chuckles so richly, and Steve’s fidgeting with the hem of his shirt all giddy and letting himself close his eyes. He still feels tense, rigid in his bed but considerably safer with Billy right there.

“I don’t mean tomorrow, smartass, I’ll be there regardless. I mean tonight,” Billy says.

Oh.

He breathes through his nose, opens his eyes reluctantly and looks around his room. “You can do that?”

Billy’s done it before, he’s not always able to and sometimes Steve prefers he doesn’t just so he can sleep earlier, but any time he does he’s always there exactly when he says he’ll be and he’s always so good at opening Steve up and picking him apart in the nicest and loveliest ways possible.

It’s never really contact, it’s just talking and stupid things like old movies or studying but Steve finds he doesn’t really care if it’s Billy.

And he’ll take what he can get, obviously.

It’s not just Billy. Obviously.

He’s just scared.

But he swears, it’s not of aliens or ghosts or the Boogeyman.

Just intruders.

Only intruders.

“Yeah,” and Steve can hear Billy take a sip of something, could be water, alcohol, anything when it’s Billy but he knows the likely answer is apple juice.

Because Billy thinks he’s badass, but when he’s with Steve all he drinks is apple juice.

“Okay,” Steve says.

That’s all Billy needed apparently, because in the span of a minute he’s already hearing the sound of a car starting up from the other end.

He realizes Billy was probably being quieter than usual because he wasn’t in his room. He was probably in the living room, someplace close to the front door.

He was anticipating going somewhere.

Possibly to Steve’s.

But, that doesn’t matter. Probably.

Steve just keeps the smile on his face, keeps his legs crossed under the blankets now and makes sure his earphones are pushed in. Anything to distract him from his room.

The call’s still going as he hears Billy pull out the driveway, he can tell he’s on speaker now because when he coughs to block a sudden sob of fear, he hears the echo. “You good, Stevie?”

The nickname makes him feel warmer, keeps him safe. The call’s probably still going on because it’s distracting Steve and Billy knows it. It’s only a matter of time before it has to end, though.

“Yeah,” he assures, stretches and yawns.

Freezes when he hears his bed creak a little beneath him.

His body is feeling stiffer by the second.

A few minutes of silence follow. All of it makes Steve think that maybe Billy’s not there anymore, maybe Billy’s not coming, and…

And then the call ends and his throat suddenly closes up at being left alone again and he breaks into a sob.

The earphones make him all too aware of things, and he plucks them out and shoves his phone in the bundle of snacks. Doesn’t bother, he shakes with every second and his sobs are muffled by his hand in fear of being seen or heard. He keeps his eyes trained on both the window, the closet, and his bed. The idea that everything that should hold safety are things that could hold the most danger to him made him quiver.

Billy abandoned him, and he’s so sad and heartbroken by that but he’s even more frightened by the sounds of wind brushing his window and the tree right there and he wonders which version of the Boogeyman would come for him.

His blood runs cold at the sound of a doorbell, echoing through his house.

His skin is pale, eyes fixated ahead distantly until it sounds again and he jumps.

Immediately, Steve rolls off the bed and unlocks his door. He doesn’t know what’s gonna happen, it feels like it’s a long way to the front door, but he walks anyways.

Quick, long and silent steps. Careful to avoid the parts of the floor he knows will make too much sound. He’s timed how fast it would take for him to get from his door to the front door or any other exit, he’s carefully made out each step in the ground that could lead his fears to him, he’s mapped out safe spots that are really just empty or random enough rooms for whatever to not look in first.

But that doesn’t matter, because his front door’s right there and he’s hoping it’s Nancy, Jonathan, or fuck, even his parents.

And he opens it, crying, and it’s Billy.

Billy’s dressed in his usual cool kid get up, but the moment his eyes land on Steve’s face, he shrugs his jacket off and wraps it around Steve’s shaking body, runs in and closes the door behind him. “Hey, hey, baby,” he coos.

Steve practically locks his arms around Billy, starts full on sobbing with relief and his heart just kicks in in the right way again. “Billy,” he hiccups, muffled in the shirt of the dirty blonde’s.

The other wraps his arms around him, squeezes him reassuringly then starts leading them to the living room.

It’s gentle, the way he drags them both down to the couch and turns the TV on. It’s caring, the way he rubs his thumb on Steve’s temple while he fiddles with the remote. It’s real, it’s raw, and it’s nothing supernatural or scary or mean.

Billy was never really any of that, and Steve understands.

But right now, as he crumbles in Billy’s arms, he doesn’t want to understand anything, because he just wants to be safe and okay and now that Billy’s here his house has never felt safer.

It’s like once Billy stepped in, his house exploded with color and meaning and safety.

He can’t deny that.

Billy pulls Steve up so that he’s effectively trapped against Billy’s chest, wrapped in the safety of his arms and jacket acting as a blanket against the cold living room. Billy smells like roses, it brings Steve some feeling of okayness.

He just sobs, head buried in the crook of Billy’s neck while Billy tenderly rubs his temple and back. The TV is quiet, but it’s there. He can hear the opening to Spongebob. It’s stupid, but it keeps Steve awake.

“It’s okay, I’m right here, princess,” Billy whispers, tangles his fingers in Steve’s hair and rubs at his scalp so reassuringly. He believes him. He trusts him.

“I thought you were-- I thought--” Steve practically wheezes, nuzzling Billy’s collarbone with his chin trying to regulate his breathing, “I thought you left--” his voice trails off into an almost-whine, drags out in the worst and most broken way possible and he feels weak and vulnerable and childish.

And Billy,

Billy nods, tries his best to keep them both on the couch and then hums, and fucking…

Kisses Steve’s temple.

His breath catches in his throat, his heart thrums in a different kind of way now and he grips Billy’s shirt tighter. His sobbing is effectively slowed, silenced, interrupted.

“I know. I’m sorry, Steve. I won’t leave you ever. Promise,” Billy says, keeps his cool despite his action and rubs circles into Steve’s back with one finger so caringly.

Steve closes his eyes, fully lets himself get encased by Billy’s arms and nods. He feels a little childish, until Billy tenderly pushes him back a little and he lets out a confused noise.

His face is red, lips plumped and cheeks wet. Billy wouldn’t like to see that.

But Billy smiles at him, and Steve sees his eyes are glassy, and he wants to kiss his eyes or him and then Billy holds out one hand.

One pinky.

“Pinky promise.”

Steve’s mouth drops a little, surprise and warmth filling him. Happiness.

He raises his pinky and entwines it with Billy’s. Lets it sit for a bit then just envelops Billy in an immediate pounce of a hug.

Billy gasps a happy ‘oh’ at that and hugs back, smiles against Steve’s shoulder.

They’re not childish.

They’re not kids.

They’re them, so fuck whoever thinks that pinky promises are lame. It’s their pinky promise.

The hug definitely drags out, it’s definitely not a hug by the time Steve’s dozing off in Billy’s neck and it’s definitely not a hug anymore when their legs are intertwined and Billy’s arm is right beneath Steve’s head, providing a much better pillow than the armrests of the couch.

And Billy hums, and Steve damn near starts sobbing again. Almost.

The tune of a lullaby.

“Sleep pretty darling, do not cry…”

His voice is shaky, unused, but it’s beautiful and it hits the notes just the way Steve’s mother used to but so much more genuine and loving.

“... and I will sing a lullaby…”

Billy’s voice isn’t the most gorgeous singing voice, but it’s raw and it reminds Steve of playing in bands as a child and rocking the guitar. It’s not tea-flavored, but it’s rose-colored.

“Golden slumbers fill your eyes…”

The lyrics, spot on and everything Steve never remembered. But he doubts he’ll forget ever again, because Billy’s never sung before and maybe he’s singing it right now because…

Because Steve would hum it in practice, because Steve would talk about his mom singing him songs whenever it came to poetry in class, because Steve loved to listen to songs with a similar enough tune in a desperate search for it and Steve would mutter the words incoherently trying to remember it.

Because Billy knows Steve, and they’re good friends.

Because Billy notices these things about him.

And he cares about him.

“Smiles await you when you rise…”

Steve raises his head, finds Billy with his eyes closed drifting off as well, but can feel his thumb still rubbing circles in his back.

“Sleep pretty darling, do not cry… and I will sing a lullaby.”

And when Billy’s fully off into dreamland, Steve places a long, tender peck on the ridge of his jaw.

Because he cares too.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things steve #stranger things billy #st3 #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #my fic #fanfic #if you're reading htis...#my prompts are open! i'd like to practice different methods/styles of writing #or just generally writing as well as getting out of a small writer's block #so feel free to leave harringrove requests/prompts in my ask!! <3 #thanks for reading!

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mollysfoundfamily · 4 years

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Yeah so… future babies… If you don’t ship it disregard them, if you do have a field day my friends! The Salamins: Libera Salamin: age: 18 Epithet: Reflect, I am rubber and you are glue! Can reflect any attack back at the opponent! Call her Libby. Giant Beef Daughter!!! Careful, she’s a hugger. Is 100% oblivious to flirting even though it happens to her a lot. Cyrus Salamin: age: 17 Epithet: Temperature, can heat things up or cool things down! Can make things boiling hot or freezing cold in a matter of seconds… has a very clashing wardrobe because of it. Angsty Mama’s boy, hates his family but will rip your head off if you touch them. Maximus “Max” Salamin: age: 10 Epithet: ???? He’s still baby. Very adorable and very accident prone. One minute he’s next to you, the next he’s on the roof with roller blades and fire crackers. Thinks his mom dad and older siblings are the coolest people in the universe!! His best friend is a stuffed dinosaur named Mr. Barrier. Libby hogged all the beef genes to herself and left the boys with their mom’s scrawny bird bone dna. Cyrus was the only one who got the Brain cell. The King-Salazars *they have the most kick ass last name* Dawn King Salazar: age: 19 Epithet: Artifact. Can restore anything to its natural state; antiques, ruins,… still on the fence about trying it on corpses. Archeology Major. Garbage Indiana Jones. Carries around a whip wherever she goes and keeps getting kicked out of places because of it. Likes to use fancy old timey words so that people will think she knows what she’s talking about. Petunia King Salazar: age: 14 Epithet: ??? Either a late bloomer or she might just be a Mundie. Adorable pink rabbit girl. Prefers Nia. Aspiring Southern belle. Is the only one keeping Dawn from raising the dead. *Heh get it dawn, Dawn of the dead heh* Ramsey is actually her biological dad; Percy asked him to be her surrogate, he still spoils her rotten though they are both so confused on whether they’re supposed to be British high ladies or southern country folk, their moms don’t know either. The Ashlings: Selena Ashling: age: 12 *older by 6 seconds* Epithet: Hush. can sooth someone and relax them into a happy little puddle of calm. Floofy goofy soft girl. Everyone wants to hug her. Happy to listen and help in any way she can. Has become one with the sheep. Started making asmr videos and has 12 millions subscribers already. Maverick Ashling: age: 12 Epithet: Shush. Can take away anyone’s ability to speak and listen to the voice inside their head *but it’s kind of rude so he doesn’t like to do it to often* Anxiety child, is constantly worried about every thing every where all the time every day. Gets perfect grades and does like a million activities… BUT IT’S NOT ENOUGH!!! Hugging his sister and having her brush his hair while she listens to his problems gets him though life. They’re actually a bit of a phenomena in the epithet world. Their words have almost the same meaning but they have vastly different abilities. Sylvie has been studying them since they discovered they where inscribed. Their mom makes all of their clothes for them and they're infused with lots of love!! Their uncle Giovanni babysits all the time *and takes them on crimes but don’t tell their parents* So yeah...babies!! Just wanted to play around with this idea a little. Let us know if you have any ideas or questions of your own and if you wanna use them for something tag us and use the hashtag #Epithetbabies

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pixiealtaira · 6 years

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Real Family

Hummel Holidays (2016) prompt 7: Family

Pairing: Going towards Kadam...still Klaine, not Klaine or Blaine friendly

rating:pg13

authors note: yes, there is another 2016 prompt 7 fill...this is one of those that just...almost came together but never quite did so until I was working unfinished things while working on another WIP that hopefully will get done soon....

Adam doesn’t ‘really’ meet Kurt until after Kurt’s first Christmas in New York. He knows that Kurt’s dad showed up…and brought his ex as a ‘present’ as well as told Kurt he had cancer and was getting treatments. And that Kurt’s ex hogged his dad’s focus half the evening, but he only heard about that from Kurt after he drank spiked punch at some shindig they went to for Rachel. When he realized Kurt also had a step-mom and a step-brother, he always wondered why they hadn’t come instead of the ex.

However, even with that oddity Adam was always under the impression that family was very important in the Hummel clan. Kurt was nearly frantic at times thinking about his father’s cancer and worrying about how it was going and the main reason he went back to Lima for the wedding was to see his step-brother. (Who came to New York to beat-up Brody but didn’t stop in to see Kurt at any point in time during that trip…which Santana rubbed in Kurt’s face whenever Kurt upset her.) Kurt called his father every Sunday afternoon at 2pm and if he was late his father called him. His father called him every Friday evening at 10pm. Kurt never missed answering those calls. His step-mother called him every Wednesday at 12:30, during Kurt’s lunch. They talked for exactly 15 minutes. (Adam was sitting close enough to hear the conversation once and they spoke mostly about famous people he’d met or seen and Rachel and whatever she answered when Kurt asked about her. There didn’t seem to be much discussion about what Kurt was up to or how Kurt was…like none at all.)

The two day trip to Lima to see if his Dad’s cancer was in remission was extended so he could spend time with his dad and step-brother. Finn, however, chose to come home only for the Regionals performance and did not show up again even though he promised Kurt he was going to. Kurt stayed, waiting for Finn and ended up somehow engaged to Blaine. His dad spent all his extra time at the garage and working there so when he went back to do Washington DC things he would feel like he’d done enough and Kurt worked a few hours so he could chat with his dad but not enough to cause pay issues or issues with hours. It left him with free time, though, and that was filled by his ‘glee family’. And that meant a lot of Blaine. (Rachel always called it the glee family…and Blaine and Sam and Tina and Artie…and Kurt when he was with them.) His dad said that he just couldn’t take off a whole day to do anything with Kurt…until it wasn’t Kurt asking, apparently. Adam learned from Kurt later that his dad had commented while driving Kurt to the Blaine’s Proposal Extravaganza, complete with four show choirs and a marching band, that he wished he had more time with his mom and that Kurt figured that that meant his dad wanted him to marry Blaine. Kurt wanted to say not now…let’s fix things…we have so much we need to talk about and work through…so much to do before thinking about marriage and all that…we don’t even know we can make it three weeks apart…but his dad liked Blaine and had talked to Blaine about it all and then said he shouldn’t waste time and miss out on time together and used his mom as the example...and so Kurt said yes. And Rachel and Santana and Mercedes and everyone was there and wanted him to say yes…and so he couldn’t really say anything else without upsetting the family. He never did see more of Finn over his trip. He never got a reason for Finn not showing up and coming to see him, either.

Finn’s death nearly broke Kurt...and none of his friends noticed. Adam thinks Kurt would have made it through without his Apples discreetly keeping an eye on him, but he is never certain. Rachel certainly hadn’t paid attention. She was too involved in trying to get the school to let her have a pass in all her freshman year classes…even ones she didn’t actually take… due to Finn’s death even though they hadn’t been together for nearly a year at that point… because at one point they had been engaged. She’d even had both of her fathers call. She got an extension for projects and presentations and papers. She whined on all the blogs and boards for the whole summer about that being all she got. Kurt didn’t even inquire about the bereavement clause.

He knew from the Apples he had watching over Kurt that his ‘fiancé’ hadn’t even called once between his prom and the memorial, except to talk to and check up on Rachel.

He would be forever grateful Joey talked him into sending flowers to Kurt when he had heard about Finn’s death and again when he heard about the memorial at their old high school. Because even after everything, Kurt was raised to be polite and called to thank him for the flowers. (And he was pretty certain he and the apples had been the only ones to send flowers…at least For Kurt.)

They started to get coffee together again after the first set of flowers. And Kurt started to sing with the Apples again, even though he also started a rock band. And Adam was there with them during the try outs (after a fight with Rachel and Santana about him being there and a half hour scream fest from Blaine over the phone) and talked him out of dismissing Elliot in the first place.

And they decided to stick out the rough patches…like the daily yelling fests from Rachel who constantly accused Kurt of cheating on Blaine with either Adam…or Elliot…or Joey…or Max…or Chase…or Salvador from the Diner they worked at…or whomever else she decided Kurt had spoken to for too long or of for too long or looked at for too long or went anywhere with. Her yelling fests always led to calls from Blaine wherein Kurt was accused of the same thing…and then during which he got to listen to Blaine talk about sitting on Sam’s or Blake’s or Jake’s or Artie’s laps, hanging out with the Dalton boys again, and gay bar nights. For most of April and May those were the only phone calls Kurt received from the boy.

Kurt’s dad called maybe twice a month after the memorial while he was in Lima. He stopped taking Kurt’s calls more often than once a month unless Kurt called to the garage, but that interfered with work so Kurt was discouraged from actually calling there. The calls picked up to once a week if his dad was in Washington DC, but those were short…so not to interfere with work. His dad explained once early on that it was to give him and Carole some time to grieve Finn without being having Kurt pile on his own issues; Carole said her grief counselor suggested it. Kurt apologized for dumping his issues on his dad’s lap, ever, even if he couldn’t remember doing so. His dad couldn’t actually recall a time Kurt did that either, but still Carole’s grief counselor said it so they should follow along with him. Kurt’s step-mom called once and Kurt was so crushed after her call that Adam and Elliot had to pick him off the floor and feed him by hand and change his clothing and put him to bed and were too afraid to let him alone that night when he slept. They couldn’t get Kurt to tell them what she said. They tried and tried, but he wouldn’t budge on the issue.

Kurt’s dad and step-mother were speaking with Sam and Blaine though, pretty much every day. Blaine and Sam both made sure Kurt knew that they’d spoken with his folks every time they called. Sam called more often than Blaine, and spent less time of the call yelling at Kurt. But he still made sure Kurt knew he’d talked to his dad and step-mom every time.

None of the behavior displayed really said ‘family’ to Adam. Or Elliot or Dani for that matter. Adam had asked.

Still, Adam was under the impression that Family was important, at least on Kurt’s end. It was just a hard spot and they’d come out the other end just fine. It couldn’t be how it ‘usually’ was. This couldn’t be Kurt’s family norm.

Kurt made it through summer. Much of the time Adam was certain he only made it through the summer because he had Elliot and Dani and the band to keep him busy and Adam and the Apples that were still around to keep him sane considering which school classes he was stuffing into the time. Kurt worked and went to school and did homework and sang with the band and during the Apple pick-up sessions…and worked more. Adam is pretty certain Kurt was working three jobs...if not more. They didn’t go out at night other than when the band performed. Rachel and Santana would NOT let Kurt go out with them…under orders of Blaine nor could Kurt go out WITHOUT them...by orders of Blaine. Kurt snuck off for lunches and coffees and practices during the day. Once a week he held evening practices as well, but they were attended by Rachel or Santana most of the time, so they could make sure Kurt was really there. He only half-jokingly told Elliot one evening while they were practicing that at least now his ‘to read’ pile was down to five books and he’d reread all those books he only read in secret so not to get teased. Some evenings he skyped with Adam if he wanted company as he watched TV shows or streamed Netflix.

Adam was still in New York when Kurt tried to visit Lima at the end of summer. Tried being the operative word. Kurt called his dad to ask when he’d be in Lima, and his dad wouldn’t give a solid answer. He called and asked several times over the summer but he was continually put off. Each time he was told not now…or that his Dad wasn’t sure when he’d be in Lima next (even those times he was currently in Lima), Kurt would fret. Kurt was panicky for about half a week before Dani managed to talk him into just going home. He was convinced his dad’s cancer had come back and his dad just wasn’t telling him. Kurt went. And Kurt caught a flight back to New York less than 24 hours later. Adam didn’t hear directly from Kurt what had happened, but Dani had stayed with him after he called her from the airport and asked her to come get him.

Dani said she got there and Kurt was drunk…and spilling things. Carole had flipped out upon seeing him. His dad had at him for upsetting his step-mom. Burt insisted that she needed time and Kurt shouldn’t rush her with the whole him coming back to visit thing. It was going to set back her therapy, his dad told him, and Burt was paying so much for it as it was that he was having to work long hours…since she hadn’t been able to handle going back to work yet. Blaine had tossed a fit because Kurt was ruining his last little while of ‘freedom’ before being off to university and expected to be a responsible student again. Sam expressed disappointment that Kurt wouldn’t be staying long enough to be there for Friday Night Dinner at his house…the house Kurt hadn’t even been allowed to set foot into. Kurt asked his dad to at least be able to get a few things from his old room…only to be informed that since it wasn’t fair and it upset Carole too much for Burt’s kid to have a room when hers could not anymore, Kurt’s room had been stripped and all his belongings boxed away in a storage place near the garage, as had anything of Kurt’s mother or any of the rest of that side of the family. And yet, Sam’s room was still kept ready for him to stay there if he needed to, even though he’d moved in with Blaine even before the last Halloween. Dani called an emergency band practice, plus Apples, that evening. Kurt didn’t speak even once. He didn’t sing. He sat and stared. Rachel screamed at him for bringing her mood down and left to stay at a hotel where she could get the proper care. Santana bitched about Rachel not having left the rent. (She didn’t pick up the slack…Kurt always picked up the slack.)

Adam only had two weeks after Kurt got back to help Dani and Elliot try to navigate the fallout from that brief trip to Lima. Adam had to go back to England at the start of Fall, but Elliot promised to look out for Kurt. And Kurt called him three times a week…from NYADA between classes. That way Blaine wouldn’t know. Adam knew all about Blaine and Sam moving into the loft, but not paying any rent or putting any money towards food or TV or anything, although he heard more about that from Santana, who also called at least once a week because since he was far away she could bitch to him about everything and not have to worry about blowing up at the people living there. Elliot called him three to four times a week as well.

Adam did everything he could to get a job that would take him back to New York…and he lucked out at the start of November. His agent got him an audition and he got the part. He would be back in New York to start rehearsals by the end of November. Kurt made a big deal of making sure Adam knew he was to come and spend Thanksgiving with him and Elliot and Dani.

“It’s a family holiday and so you need to spend it with your family, the people who care about you.” Kurt said.

“Aren’t you going to Lima then?” Adam asked.

“No,” Kurt said. “I can’t afford to, not really, and…my dad and Carole are going to go to Hawaii. They never got to after they got married. Their honeymoon funds went to sending me to Dalton. It’s fine. It would have been weird for them anyway, without Finn there. It hasn’t been enough time yet. It would still upset Carole, Dad said. I’m sure I’ll see them for Christmas.”

“Well what about Rachel and Blaine? Or your other roommates?”

“Blaine is going to see Sam’s family with Sam and Rachel’s dads are picking her up here for a five day cruise. She’ll be gone from Friday night before Thanksgiving till the Sunday after Thanksgiving. They are taking her on a Mexico Trip at Christmas…that might be a cruise as well, but this one is just around the Florida Keys and that area. Santana said she was going to go see her family over Thanksgiving since her grandmother will be at an Aunt’s and so that tension won’t be too high. She leaves Saturday before Thanksgiving and will come back the Monday after Thanksgiving. It will just be me for a bit more than a week. It will be fine…probably even wonderful.”

“Well, I can’t wait. I’ve missed you…and everyone else.”

They spoke of the meal options and Adam finding a place to live for a while before that call had ended. Then Adam was moving and rushed and it had been almost two weeks before he spoke to Kurt.

He got in at 3am on Friday, Kurt’s last day of school before the Thanksgiving break, so Dani said she’d pick him up from the airport and bring him to her place until he could get into his new apartment. Since he didn’t have to worry about being close to the school so much, he’d managed a great deal well within his budget and big enough to have two roommates to share costs with if he desired. It was even near the subway. It was closer to Elliot and Dani than Kurt, but Adam was pretty OK with that. He could move in on the 1st of December, which just gave him a bit over a week and half to beg couch space off friends, since he didn’t plan on making Dani put him up the whole time.

Adam headed to NYADA as the mid afternoon classes were just getting out. The last he’d heard, the Apples had a final practice that afternoon before the Thanksgiving break. Kurt and Joey managed to get a Christmas season concert, although it was way early in the month.

Adam got there as people started coming into practice and just sat on the stage in the wings. He wasn’t sure if Blaine or his shadow would show up and didn’t want to be seen by them if they did. Kurt had told him about how Blaine would not join but how he would come and watch, often with Sam. On one bad evening skype session, after Kurt fought with Blaine about picking up after himself, Kurt broke down and told Adam he was pretty certain Blaine was there to make sure Kurt didn’t get to close to anyone and to make sure the Apples performances would not be an embarrassment to Rachel or himself.

Kurt came in after about half the Apples Adam knew from the year before. Adam had to close his eyes and swallow. Kurt looked like he had right after Finn died…when Joey was bringing him information and acting his spy…or when he’d come home from his quick trip to Lima.

Adam waited until he got to the stage before stepping out.

“Kurt!” He called.

Adam’s heart nearly broke when he saw the need on Kurt’s face. But Kurt didn’t run towards him. Not right of the bat.

“Joey? Is Malinda here?” Kurt asked softly.

Joey looked around before shaking his head. “Nope. She isn’t.”

Then Kurt ran towards Adam. Adam held open his arms and Kurt threw himself into them.

“You’re here. You are real and you are here.” Kurt kept whispering.

“You look rough. What’s up?” Adam asked.

“Homicidal thoughts about roommates, presentations, sabotage, the Apple concert, Thanksgiving, thoughts on how to torture people…work, school.” Kurt listed off.

Adam just hugged him tighter.

“Well…what is pressing right now?” Adam asked.

“The concert. Sleep.”

“Then how about you relax and everyone can practice and you can sing your part from over here at the side of the stage with me.” Adam said. “You look like you’d fall if you tried to dance.”

“I second that.” Joey said. Most the others agreed.

Kurt started out helping direct the Apples and run numbers but before they were even through the second piece Kurt’s voice had trailed off and Joey motioned for Adam to be quiet. Adam looked down and Kurt was asleep against his side. Joey came over between the songs.

“Do you want to stop?” Adam asked.

“I think if we did he’d wake up. He is determined this concert goes well and his roommates have been giving him crap about how it will fail and how no one will come and see it. I personally don’t think it will fail. Kurt got us permission to advertise all over the place here in the city. We sent flyers to schools. We were asked to come to schools and do workshops, Adam. Kurt has four scheduled the first week of December. In two we will talk about what we study at an arts school and give demonstrations and at two we will talk about singing and what it means for us and give voice workshops. None of us ever even thought about anything like that before.”

Adam chuckled. “I was thinking that several numbers looked like they involved more drama than we usually included. And I have to say the dancing he has managed to get you guys to do is phenomenal.”

Joey laughed. “He said we were from a school known for Musical Theater, and we should showcase that…but we are also a glee club and so we should embrace that as well and then we are doing two songs in a simple choir arrangement, minimal movement and everything. When he told us he could have us all dancing well enough to get parts on Broadway, I laughed. I shouldn’t have. It has done wonders for some of the girls. I mean, they get teased and stuff in dance class, we all do for the most part, but he got two friends to come in and they managed to get us dancing well enough that we could hold our own. It’s nice. I think the biggest thing was that they convinced us we didn’t have to be prima ballerina level to be good, you know?”

“Santana and the girl she used to date? Blonde?” Adam asked.

“No. Two guys. A Mike and a…Puck? Mike is a really good dancer and Puck isn’t bad...but he isn’t great and that was the thing. They weren’t intimidating.”

Adam smiled. “He’s good at the whole leading thing. I just wish he realized it.”

“He is, but he doesn’t even think he is our leader.” Joey said. “We’ll finish going through the numbers. Please tell us if you see anything that needs work. Kurt usually partners with Maxi or Belle, she’s the chubby one with glasses and the frizzy hair. Beautiful voice but so very shy. She’s into costumes.”

Adam nodded.

The Apples practiced and Kurt sang his parts in his sleep. Adam could see what Kurt was trying to do, and he admired the vision.

He reminded people to angle themselves so they were still singing to the audience instead of the wings or the back of the stage, he helped count out a dance sequence and then realized it wasn’t quite working because the timing of the dance and the music didn’t mesh…they added a side step to bring it in line. The others explained some of what else would be added…there were a few monologues and acting pieces tossed in the mix as well. Adam beamed. Kurt had showcased each person’s talents and made the concert more of a show. He was certain Joey was correct in there being a bigger audience than some people were apparently suggesting to Kurt.

“The final song is a sing along medley.” Joey said. “Kurt wanted everyone going to the concert to feel like they had a part of it. We think the whole concert will run about an hour and a half, which is long enough to have those paying to see it feel like they got their money’s worth, but not too long for younger kids to enjoy as well.”

Adam smiled. “Kurt is rather remarkable. It doesn’t surprise me he could be the one to make the Apples a part of this school that others will acknowledge as worthwhile.”

Joey smiled. “I just wish certain people would see it as well…and let him see it.”

“What’s been up?” Adam asked.

Joey looked around. “The only reason he is even sitting near you is Malinda isn’t here. She worships the ground Rachel Berry walks on and drools at the feet of Blaine Anderson. She started classes this year with Blaine. She hates everything we do here. She said she joined because she wanted to sing in a more relaxed setting than workshops offer. She follows Kurt the moment he enters the room and does not stop staring at him until he leaves. If he goes to the bathroom she asks where he is until he shows back up. But she doesn’t seem to approve of anything he does. She mocks every choice and sneers at his suggestions, before telling us that Rachel or Blaine would do something else and that those choices would be better. Make us more popular. Kurt just has always glared at her and ignored her, but it was seriously freaking several other members of the group out. Then Maxi heard her telling Blaine every detail about a practice a little over a week and a half ago. Blaine wanted to know who Kurt spoke to and danced with and touched and looked at and sang towards. He wanted to know what Kurt said and sang and even hummed. Maxi said the questions he asked Malinda were beyond intrusive. Maxi told Elliot and Dani. Kurt already knew. He won’t confront either Blaine or Rachel or Malinda about it though because he can’t add that fuss to everything else.”

“Everything else?” Adam asked.

Joey shrugged. “That’s what he says but we don’t know what all everything else entails. I can tell you Rachel is a new level of annoying and teachers let her get away with it. And Blaine Anderson is just as bad as Rachel, if not worse.”

“I’ll get it out of him, if not I’ll see if Elliot and Dani know.” Adam said.

“He does everything with everyone else in mind,” Joey said. “But I often think he doesn’t think of himself often enough to recharge.”

Adam stroked his hand over Kurt’s head. “You are very right.”

Practice broke up and the group decided on two rehearsals which were scheduled during the Thanksgiving break for those who could make them. Adam didn’t wake Kurt up completely though, until it was just the two of them.

“Wake up, Darling. It is time to go home and Dani will be wondering where I am and where I’m staying for the next week of so.” Adam said.

Kurt tilted his head up and smiled. “You are here. I thought I dreamed you. I haven’t heard from you in ages!”

Adam chuckled. “I had to change phone providers back to an American based company, love and all my free time has been smack dab in the middle of your school time since I let my carrier go in Britain and my new program didn’t start until yesterday. I have missed you though. I managed to skype with Elliot and Dani during hours I was at work and could. Haven’t had internet away from work in a month.”

Kurt sat up very straight all of a sudden. “It was full practice today. Malinda saw us!”

“Malinda never came in. Joey was looking out for you.” Adam said.

Kurt sank into Adam’s side in relief. “I owe Joey so much.”

“What is up?” Adam asked.

Kurt shook his head. “Not here. I swear the walls have ears. Let’s go grab some dinner and get a hold of Dani.”

Kurt and Adam left the auditorium, with Kurt keeping a person’s width between them as they walked through NYADA’s halls.

They ended up at a diner half way to Dani’s apartment. Kurt was greeted by name as they entered.

“We tend to eat here, Elliot, Dani and I and the band. The diner nearest Dani’s place has a waitress who dated Santana and remained friends and the one nearest Elliot’s has a waiter who has the hots for Rachel and talks to her a lot. We didn’t discover this place until after Santana and Rachel were out. I don’t know why you never joined us here in summer, except we tended not to eat out a lot in summer.”

“Is it that bad?” Adam asked.

Kurt just gave him a look and Adam knew it was probably worse.

“I went to the New York Public Library last week to look at a display of revolutionary war uniforms that was there for just two months. I have costume design this semester and we were supposed to be ‘looking at details’. I would have gone anyway, but this was seriously for a class assignment. I was gone two hours. I came home with about 75 sketches of detailing work on the uniforms. I had the brochure that talked about each item. Rachel screamed at me for an hour and then Blaine and Sam came home and Blaine whined at me for another two. Someone saw me talking to some guy and called Rachel and Blaine. I finally figured out that the guy they saw me talking to was the employee who was answering questions about the display. They don’t believe me.”

“That is…” Adam trailed off.

Kurt nodded. “The past two weeks were nasty. The golden tickets went out for the Winter showcase. Rachel didn’t get one. Blaine didn’t get one. Rachel went so far as stomping into Madame Tibideaux’s office to demand an explanation. The rumors I heard were that this year was focused on Seniors and Juniors and even then only a few Juniors who were hoping to graduate early got tickets. Rachel insisted that she should have had one because if she was the best last year, she is obviously still the best this year…since no upcoming person got one and Madame told her last year only the best got tickets. I said ‘Maybe the focus is different year to year.’ Rachel threw her brush at me.”

“And Blaine?” Adam asked.

“He pouted and whined. He found it unfair that Rachel’s freshman year’s Winter showcase was a showcase of the best and this years is a showcase of people graduating. He was mad that he didn’t get the chance to shine like she did…and of course he would have if it had been a showcase showing off the best. And then he commented at how happy I must have been to realize I wouldn’t have to worry about not getting a ticket, since…you know…he and Rachel are both here now.”

“Ouch.” Adam said. “Has he heard you sing? I mean really, I’ve heard him and you are much more talented.”

Kurt chuckled. “Neither thinks so. It’s been a hard semester anyway. Rachel is furious that I am in second year classes…with her. Especially dance. Cassie July still picks on Rachel, but being in class with her now I can understand why. Rachel’s ridiculous in that class. Yes, she has been in dance since before she could walk…according to her and her fathers…however, she was in Dance in Lima, Ohio for most of that. I was in dance in Lima, Ohio. I know the quality and it isn’t near what Rachel would like to dream it was. Cassie July doesn’t mention me much. What she calls me out for are things I need to fix and I fix them and she comments I improved when I do. No sass, no looks, no whining, no backtalk. Rachel still sasses and backtalks and whines constantly and every time she is called out…always for things she really does need to fix…Rachel glares at Miss July. No wonder Cassie July ‘hates’ her. I have heard Rachel rant at me every day after school so far this semester about how I am stealing her thunder, undermining her in the eyes of the teachers, brown nosing for the best parts, and probably sleeping with several teachers and staff. I had to have done something drastic to be in classes with her after starting late. I remind her I spent all summer going to classes and she just ignores me. Her rants start Blaine ranting. He is upset I am not in more of the classes with him, like Rachel said I would be…since she signed me up for them. I should have just retaken them so I could be in class with him. If I loved him I would retake them and get worse grades than I had before, so he could be the head of the class. “

“Have you told Elliot or Dani what’s been up?” Adam asked.

“They’ve heard some, but I haven’t told either that it has happened nearly every day. We have stopped practicing at the loft. I let them think it was primarily because of space issues, it is crowded with Blaine and I and Rachel and Santana and Sam there. Mostly though, it is so I don’t have to subject them to life in the loft. Sam hasn’t found steady work. Of course Sam also hasn’t looked into non-modeling jobs to tide him over until he gets a modeling job. Blaine doesn’t have a job. His parents send him money to help with the costs, but he doesn’t see why he should have to pay part of rent when he is sharing MY room and I pay rent for it. I’ve gotten some money for rent out of him once in the last four months, and that was because Santana threatened him. People fight over food and space and TV time and bathroom time. Not to mention the dueling vocal practices that Blaine and Rachel get into, generally when others are trying to sleep. And since Sam doesn’t have a job, Blaine thinks it is just fine to hang with him…often to the point of not going to class. They stay up all night. Blaine reads Sam fanfiction so Sam can fall asleep. Half the time Blaine sleeps out in the living area with Sam on the blow-up mattress I bought so Sam would have a bed. They snack on cereal and popcorn all night, leave messes when they fall asleep, and get upset when I ask them to clean up. IF I use earplugs to block out the sound of Blaine reading fanfiction to Sam…his favorites lately have been Star Wars Gay Erotica and Avatar Erotica…I am yelled at for ignoring them and being rude and unsympathetic to Sam’s stress and depression about not having work yet. If I do not I cannot get to sleep because they are not quiet about it. Rachel and Santana are allowed to use earplugs without being snapped at. And they are all constantly moving things about. Reorganizing rooms and spaces.”

“Oh Kurt.” Adam said.

“I have not had a full night’s sleep since Blaine and Sam moved to New York. Most nights I am lucky to get three or four hours. I am getting twitchy. I jump at random sounds. I don’t want to eat. I have lost weight. Twice a week Elliot makes me take a nap at his place…he lied about my work hours on the schedule at the house to cover them. I snap at people. I cry easily. I complained earlier this month about not having enough hours in a day and being tired. Rachel told me that I needed to rid myself of the Apples and the Band and then told me I should use the time I gained by quitting them to spend with her and Blaine out having fun at Callbacks or any of the other bars they have found that do karaoke nights. They rotate through bars, every night they are out. Blaine has called multiple times to try tell Gunther at the diner that I am not coming in for work for the evening…luckily after the first time I told Gunther that when that happened to call me and talk to me alone or to a hospital worker. The only reason they haven’t messed with Vogue is because I work that during the weekend and during the day when Blaine has classes. Then Blaine found out I took early presentation spots for all my classes. This week I had two. I spent every night last week at home putting together my stuff and writing the papers attached to the presentations. Blaine wanted me to go out with him…every night. I worked all weekend to make up hours that I had taken off to work these presentations. Someone in the loft has to bring in money and right now Santana and I are it. I mean Rachel gets paid and has her fathers help with funds but she rarely remembers to put money towards things like heat, food, electricity, water…anything other than part of rent…one fifth of it since her fathers know who is all living in the loft. Blaine tossed a fit. He spent so much time staying at the loft screaming at me for not dropping everything to go out with him that he missed all of Karaoke night at their current favorite bar two Thursdays ago. I told him…if I got the paper done I’d go out with them Friday, but I could not finish with him screaming and tossing his fit. Sam tried to guilt trip me that Friday into going out but I asked him to think about things from a point of view not Blaine’s and then speak to me. Rachel screamed at me all weekend when I was home. Sunday was all day of hearing and reading ‘Don’t you love me? I’ll be gone for more than a week and you are spending no time with me before then. We never have any alone time.’ In various forms. Monday I caved and told Blaine I’d take him out for dinner. He ended up insisting I take Sam out as well. Blaine choose a dinner out that set me back 120 bucks…and then whined at me when I refused to skip class on Tuesday so we could have some naughty alone time without being interrupted. He wanted me to skip the class I was presenting in and tossed a huge fit about how I didn’t love him when I said no. He left Wednesday to go spend Thanksgiving with Sam and Sam’s family. Fine, I thought, a full week and a half with Sam’s mom and dad and little sister and brother would be good for Sam and of course Blaine wants to go with Sam. I thought at first they were flying, but no. Blaine’s folks had a car for them…which apparently has been here the whole time if Blaine wanted it. Well they stopped in Nashville. They checked from there via their Facebooks at about 8pm. They decided to stay there a day or so to see the sights. Last few nights the sights involved lots of beer and bars. Blaine was in pictures hanging all over other guys.”

Kurt leaned back into the booth and looked up. “I’m just so tired of it all. And that wasn’t even the worst of it.”

“What was?”

“My folks left for their trip Wednesday as well. Tuesday night I answer my phone and it’s my dad. I had called on Sunday and wished him and Carole a safe trip but figured maybe he called to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving or check in one more time or something. No. Carole hadn’t been able to get through to Blaine’s or Sam’s phones and so asked Dad to call me so she could talk to them. They put it on speaker phone. She called them sweeties and dears and honeys. She told them to make sure to have fun and not get too tied down in the effort of making Sam’s family holiday good and forget that it is their vacation as well and they needed a good holiday, too. She reminded Blaine to call his folks, after all Holidays are for family. Then she told my dad to hang up. She said nothing to me. My dad turned the speaker off and told me not to expect to hear from them until they got home, although he’d text me to let me know they got there safe and when they left and under no circumstances was I to call or even send any texts on Thanksgiving…Carole wanted it to be just them. I said ‘But she just said it was about family.’ Dad answered Carole wanted it to be about Her and Him, her therapist had insisted they use the holiday as a time to connect again, without others interfering with their re-connection as husband and wife. Then Carole yelled for him and he had to go. He hung up before I could tell him Happy Thanksgiving. My dad never texted me. I didn’t sleep at all Wednesday Night, because I was expecting the text from my dad. I waited until noon yesterday before calling the shop. Dad called Jake when they got in to let him know they had arrived safe and sound, just before 10pm in Ohio…It wouldn’t have been too late for a text. I hope Dad has fun explaining to Jake why he didn’t even text me, because Jake was none too happy about that. Jake can’t explain Dad’s behavior, either, except he knows that Carole stopped seeing the people recommended by the hospital –the group therapy and couples counseling people- and the grief counselor that she had been set up with by the hospital and has started going to this church in Findley that is one of those pay to go and pay to pray and pay for everything mega churches. Jake thinks she did so like way back in late April, maybe she went twice to those the hospital recommended…but he’s not sure she went more than that. She’s gone into the shop and demanded money while Dad was in DC more than a few times. Dad just shrugged it off and told Jake to give her a fifty for her session but no more and send her home if she shows up more than once a week, since the insurance will cover most of it and the group sessions are supposed to be free. Jake said Dad assured him it would get better soon; Carole is just taking a long path in her grieving. But Jake thought Dad was still talking to me all the time, since he tucks into his office to call someone Tuesday afternoons every week. Blaine doesn’t have an afternoon NYADA class on Tuesdays.”

Adam reached his hand out and rested it on the table for Kurt to grab if he wanted. Kurt’s hand was in his in seconds.

“So, I texted Dad. He texted back and reminded me not to bug them, that they were there and going to concentrate on them. I get home from class and open up Facebook and see Blaine and Sam still stopped in Nashville, posting all sorts of pictures and updates. And Carole commented on them all, about how happy it made her to see them having fun and enjoying themselves, calling them good boys. There was a picture with Blaine wrapped around a man with huge arms, drinking a huge mug of beer and Carole commented that she thought he was looking cuter than ever in that picture and she was so happy he was out having the time of his life and how happy he seemed when hanging with Sam compared to when he was so burdened here in New York with all he has to deal with here. All night long, Carole commented within minutes of the posts going up. All night I watched those damned posts go up, one after another until like three am. I couldn’t sleep afterwards, I was so hurt. One of Blaine’s Warbler friends commented on one of the more risqué photos of Blaine enjoying himself, asking when we broke-up, at some point last night. I don’t know when as it was deep into the comments, I didn’t see it until this morning and didn’t look at the time. Dad called at lunch time. Dad called at lunch time to yell at me for setting Blaine up to be upset by making sure Dalton kids and other people he knew saw those pictures, just because Carole told Blaine he looked happy there without me. To yell at me for being selfish and a jerk and hateful. I asked Dad how I had done so…I didn’t share them with anyone, I didn’t comment on anything, I hadn’t even liked them. I had done NOTHING to make others notice them, but Carole said I had to have been the one to do so and therefore logic about how Facebook works didn’t mean a damn thing. He yelled about Carole’s fragile feelings and how I needed to stop harassing her and stop picking on Blaine and I could hear Carole in the background just telling him all these things I was supposedly doing.”

Adam moved to the seat next to Kurt and pulled him over until he was leaning against him.

“I finally yelled at him. I told him to PROVE any of what he was saying. I told him to prove it all. I told him to have Carole prove any of what she was saying had happened. I told him I could PROVE it hadn’t, that I was willing to turn over records of phone use and get signed legal witness statements to show NONE of what she was accusing me of had happened. That I would have the facts and could produce them. I reminded him he taught HIS SON how to keep records, HIS SON had been doing so for ages, long before Carole even entered his life. That his SON, the one who loved him with everything he had and worried about him and tried so hard to be there for him, was willing to bare it all for his dad. Because HIS SON loves his dad so much and being treated like his son was being treated was causing him pain. Dad stopped talking, I knew he could tell I was crying. Carole just kept on and on in the background, her accusations getting wilder and wilder and several were simply impossible. We sat like that for ten minutes. I finally told him I had to go, I needed to get to class and that I loved him and hoped he had a great Thanksgiving. Then he snapped at me for lying about being at the school, after all, Blaine had left for vacation already. I ended up grabbing a random student walking by and having them tell my dad that it was the last day before Thanksgiving break started and most kids had presentations and things like that to get through. We already got the full next week off, so teachers did NOT sign off on early vacations. Dad simply said goodbye and hung up when I got the phone back.”

Adam just hugged Kurt closer.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, Adam. I just don’t. I’ve done everything they wanted. I’m engaged to Blaine, even. I just don’t understand why it is never enough for them to love me all the way, without strings attached.”

Adam brought his hand up to card through Kurt’s hair. He had no clue what to say because he could not understand how Kurt’s family could be treating him like they were. After a few minutes he looked at the remnants of their meal….Kurt had eaten about half his food, which Adam knew was probably all he could eat in that state he was in.

“Let’s pop into Dani’s and then get you home.” Adam said. “Has everyone left already?”

Kurt shook his head. “Santana leaves tomorrow. Rachel leaves tonight, but late. She is supposed to meet her dads at the airport at 11:30pm.”

“We’ll hang with Dani until then, definitely.” Adam said. “Maybe we’ll even stay.”

Dani met them at the door with hot chocolate and offers of control of the TV. They settled down for some old Brit Coms and talked band news. Within twenty minutes Kurt was asleep again.

“What’s up?” Dani said. “He looks awful.”

“Family issues and Blaine.” Adam replied. “Blaine and Sam stopped off in Nashville for a few days, and have been posting Facebook pictures of their good times. Kurt’s step-mother, who wouldn’t even let him call for Thanksgiving so the holiday could be about just her and his dad and prevented his dad from even texting Kurt that they got to Hawaii safely spent all evening commenting on them.”

“Facebook? How about we do a little spying?” Dani said. “Kurt’s still logged into Facebook on my old laptop, he used it last weekend when he wanted to look up a song for us to do and my new laptop was busy.”

“But, wouldn’t that be…I don’t know…an invasion of Kurt’s privacy?” Adam said.

“Oh, we are just using Kurt to look at Blaine and Sam and others pages…we’ll not look at Kurt’s page much. Not that we couldn’t see his page anyway…we’re friends with him. We just aren’t friends with the others.”

True to her word, they were only on Kurt’s page long enough to get to Blaine’s page. Dani and Adam were both shocked by the sheer debauchery being plastered all over it by Blaine. They could tell both he and Sam were drunk, but both could also tell that the blatant sexual behavior with all sorts of other men started long before they had been drinking. Adam found the picture with the comment that spurred the phone call from Kurt’s dad, a picture featuring Blaine without his shirt on dancing with a man who had his hand down the front of Blaine’s jeans while wrapping his other arm around Blaine’s chest and into his gel free curls. And maybe, had Blaine’s hands not been wrapped around the other man’s neck and Blaine not been kissing at the other man’s neck, the picture might have been able to be passed off as Blaine being taken advantage of, but Blaine was obviously encouraging.

The most striking comments, at least to Dani and Adam, on all the photos were those from Carole.

“She does remember Blaine is supposed to be engaged, doesn’t she?” Adam asked. “To her step-son, no less.”

“I would think so, but she certain makes it sound like she all for Blaine having all the fun he can have while young. Look at this one…’Those Oats won’t sow themselves. Do some seeding in honor of my poor sweet baby. The more the better.’”

“To be fair, I think that comment is directed to Sam in the arms of that dark haired girl.” Adam said.

“’Grab that hunk of man meat and make him beg for it’ wasn’t.” Dani said, pointing to another comment. “It is very disturbing she is into their sex lives that much and encouraging them to be so irresponsible about things.”

They looked at Blaine’s page a bit longer, noticing that he’d been posting pictures of outings with Sam…and other guys…a lot longer than just the last few days. They even found a post a week and half before from a Jeff asking if Blaine and Kurt were still together and if they were why was Blaine posting pictures of himself with other guys all the time, to which Blaine replied that Jeff didn’t see a ring on HIS finger therefore as the guy in the relationship he didn’t belong to anyone and was free to do as he pleased. Carole had liked Blaine’s reply.

From Blaine’s page they went to Sam’s, which was disturbing in a different way. Carole posted things to him all the time. Notes to say Hi and tell him she was thinking about him, to wish him luck on job hunts and to tell him not to stress because Kurt would take care of him without any sort of help if Kurt knew what was good for him…like a brother should. Notes to tell Sam to have fun and that care packages were on their way to the Post Box Carole and Burt set up for him. Pictures of him were gushed over, telling him how hot he was and musing over how popular he must be…how he was taking up Finn’s mantle so well and doing such an awesome job of it. Pictures of him and girls were raved about and he was told to ‘go get them’ and ‘make life count’ and ‘have fun and live while he could’ and ‘make all the pleasure count’. A few had comments like ‘she could be a keeper, but make sure she doesn’t hold you down and stop your fun’ or ‘this one would be a lovely constant side piece, but remember now is not the time to be pinned down to one person but the time to live life in the fullest by stuffing all the pleasure in you can’.

“Is Kurt friends on Facebook with his step-mom?” Dani asked Adam.

“He was and I doubt Kurt stopped being friends with her. He depended on Carole’s posts for information on his dad when he was doing his cancer treatments. Burt would only ever tell Kurt he was fine and not to worry. Kurt got his real info from Carole’s posts and the guys at the garage.”

“So, that was when?” Dani asked.

“Hmm…January and February mostly. Kurt left Tuesday the 5th or March for his dad’s appointment on Thursday, stayed for regionals on Saturday the 9th, was talked into staying longer by Finn that evening…agreed to date Blaine on Wednesday and was proposed to Friday, the 15th, in the morning before his one pm flight, which he caught. Blaine didn’t even go with him to the airport…the McKinley kids threw a party right after the proposal. No one from Lima called the next week, not even Blaine. They had to get ready for Prom that week and had no time to spare. Finn died that weekend of prom...Sunday, I think. Burt called Kurt at 2am Monday morning, so he would already know and be prepared to help Rachel when her dads called later Monday morning. Our spring break was the week that had the 15th in it, so Kurt felt he was missing nothing by staying longer. McKinley’s was the first week in April…so the week after Finn’s funeral the kids were out of school. Kurt went back for the memorial which was the 15th through 19th of April, so they could have a week back to get things organized.”

“Yeah, he put together the band the weekend with the 26th of April. I think.” Dani said.

“Yeah. We’d only been out for coffee again like three times before he started the band.” Adam said. “Rachel was leery about him starting it. She kept telling him it would take too much attention and something would fall by the wayside. Santana was oddly encouraging.”

Dani snorted. “Rachel was worried he wouldn’t be there to cater to her whims and pamper her constantly.”

Adam nodded. “Then he was swamped with school stuff and summer happened. I don’t think he’s unfriended her. I mean he said he needs to do a clean out of his Facebook friends list but he’s not had time to do so yet, really.” Adam added.

“So…we should look at Carole’s page.” Dani said.

They looked through Kurt’s friend list until they found Carole’s name. As soon as they went to her page, Adam snorted and Dani looked at him with a question in her eyes.

“Burt called so Carole could talk to Blaine and Sam on Tuesday and told Kurt not to expect to hear from them at all…Carole wanted the holiday to be about focusing on her and Burt. Kurt did text to make sure they were safe after his dad didn’t text like he said he would. His dad called at lunch today to yell at Kurt for upsetting Carole…because Blaine got upset at something one of the Warblers had posted and that upset Carole and she blamed Kurt…somehow. It’s just…the first things you see on her page are these articles she is sharing and tagging Kurt in…articles about the evils of homosexuality and religious articles about gays going to hell and bible verses and just…if anyone is harassing anyone, Carole is harassing Kurt. And this is just the last day or so, while she is supposedly on vacation. What has she been doing when she isn’t off on vacation?”

They scrolled back on her Facebook for a while, with Dani taking notes in a notebook she had fetched after seeing the fourth article of conversion therapy and how it could fix her sinful step-son and make him right and worthwhile to carry on the family if he’d just accept his fate.

“She is very chatty about what her activities are during the day isn’t she?” Adam said. “And who is ‘leading her back to being herself’ after her son was tragically called to his father’s home so suddenly.”

“And it isn’t any sort of therapist recommended by anyone rational, either.” Dani said.

“I wonder…did she post about when she decided to not see the recommended therapist anymore?” Adam asked.

“And does Kurt’s dad know she isn’t seeing anyone other than this pastor and his ‘healer of souls’ who costs 300 bucks a pop for a 20 minute session?” Dani asked.

“She gives an amount that sessions with him cost?” Adam asked.

“Oh, yeah. She is having issues coming up with the money, since she can’t work anymore because her grief is too encompassing. Last month she started running into other issues as well. She talks about wanting to join with the congregation members on trips and get a-ways and retreats that run in the thousands instead of just the local bible study classes and women’s group activities, which generally run 100 bucks a pop, and having to find a way to get her husband to not notice the money she is spending or the fact she is not home. Apparently Burt did catch wind that she joined with a group from her church to go picket a school which was starting a gay-straight student alliance group and told her if she could stand in the cold and wind for six hours she could certainly go back to work. She complained for a day online about how unfair he was about that.”

“So he might suspect things are not quite right?” Adam said.

“So we need to find a way to make him see how not right things are without Kurt being blamed?” Dani said.

Adam sighed. “And I’m so irate I can’t think rationally. Seriously my favorite option is kidnapping Burt and tying him up and shoving him a closet and forcing him to listen to the goings on in the loft for 48 hours and making him read everything his wife is posting.”

Dani snickered. “Yeah, but somehow I don’t think that is the best option. Maybe Elliot will have some saner ideas. Any good ideas for something to watch?”

Dani kept the laptop open to Carole’s page and set it aside so Elliot could see it when he came by. They ended up watching crime shows and Kurt sleep…poorly. Elliot got there near eleven, coming to Dani’s straight out of work. Dani handed him the laptop and they watched his face as he read through it.

“Before you close it, look through Sam and Blaine’s Facebooks.” Dani said.

He went to take a look, snorted several times, and then went back to Carole’s page.

“We’ve been trying to think of a way to get Kurt’s dad to see or understand or know what his wife is doing, including the part where she isn’t really going to therapy.” Adam said.

Elliot hummed, opened a new window in the browser, and then started smiling.

“The church runs non-profit supposedly. Look at the wording…they ask for ‘generous donations’ of certain amounts, but never refer to it as a fee. Have someone at Kurt’s dad’s garage request a detailed accounting of the donations made by Hummel Tires and Lube, Burt Hummel and Carole. They will have to give one, because it is a huge way their wealthier congregation members get out of paying taxes.” Elliot said.

“Call Jake.” Kurt muttered, sounding still mostly asleep. “And I’m not mad at all. Now shhh…we’ll call in the morning.”

“We’ll make it a slumber party.” Dani said. “Elliot, grab blankets and pillows. I’ll get some snacks and drinks. Adam, pick some movies…fluffy ones. Kurt, go back to sleep.”

Kurt stuck his tongue out in the direction of Dani’s voice and moved until he was leaning on Adam.

“Ok, Adam…you are Kurt’s pillow, we’ll pick the movies.” Dani amended.

Adam made it halfway through the first movie before he succumbed to sleep as well. Dani just laughed and tucked Adam and Kurt under another blanket. Elliot was asleep in the recliner he usually took over when visiting before the movie was done as well. She covered him with blanket and then went to bed in her own bed. Knowing Kurt, morning would be bright and early.

She nearly panicked when she woke at half past nine and Kurt was still sound asleep, curled up against Adam. He woke when the coffee was near ready to drink though, as did the other two. They discussed Elliot’s suggestion over breakfast.

“Wouldn’t the request be suspicious? I mean, timing wise?” Kurt asked.

“Not really. It’s about perfect. December 31st is the last day to donate if you are taking the tax break from it, so a lot of people ask for records of how much they have donated so they know how much more to donate to be able to get the biggest break right about now. It will be perfectly normal.” Elliot said.

“Doesn’t my dad need to make the request?”

“Is your dad ALWAYS the only one who prepares taxes or deals with money?” Elliot asked. “And is Carole, and more importantly the reverend or whoever, likely to know?”

“No. Jake and Dad share the responsibility now that I am not there.” Kurt said.

“There you go.”

“Ok…we call Jake. YOU get to explain it to him and walk him through what the request letter should say.” Kurt said.

Kurt called to the garage as soon as they were done eating. He introduced Elliot…who explained exactly what they were hoping for as a start and who helped Jake write the letter. Jake then came up with another idea to help. Several of their customers kept telling them they needed a Facebook page for the garage. Jake would make it. He would also make Burt one. Burt’s would become friends with Carole. If Carole didn’t accept the friend request right off the bat, Jake would make sure Burt knew that and have her explain to him why she wouldn’t. Before Jake got off the phone, he asked Kurt if Kurt would show the garage guys around town if any of them ended up in New York City for a Holiday. Kurt told him of course, they were all as much of his family as anyone else, really. Kurt would make sure they had a grand time, but they needed to let Kurt know when they came so he could get time off and they needed to let Kurt know what type of things they’d like to see. Then Kurt and Jake talked shop for another half hour.

Kurt was teary eyed when he got off the phone.

“So…do we need to find some museums or tours about Taxis and Subways and such?” Adam asked. “I bet we can.”

Kurt started to laugh. “They would all love it. Jake would love to see a baseball game, he wouldn’t care who played, but he’d like to see one. If Wade came with his family we’d have to go to the Metropolitan Museum Of Art. His kids LOVED the book about the kids hiding in there.”

Adam smiled. “Are you feeling a bit better?”

“I’m feeling a lot better. I don’t feel like I’m just sitting there taking it anymore…like I’m just letting people punch me in the face over and over. Even if nothing comes of it, I’ve done something. Thanks guys.”

“We still need to think of something to do about Blaine.” Elliot growled. “That shit is not all right.”

“Isn’t it? I mean, he is the alpha male in the relationship.” Kurt said.

The other three’s heads turned to Kurt swiftly and the just stared at him.

“What?” Kurt said.

“Kurt,” Elliot asked. “What do you mean?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Blaine is the manly one. He looks more manly than I do and passes as straight better than I do. He likes football and other sports. He was in fight club. He boxes. Straight guys like to hang out with him. He’s an alpha gay male, not like me, who isn’t.”

“Where did you get the idea there even is an ‘alpha’ male?” Adam asked.

Kurt shrugged. “Blaine. But Finn and Puck and Artie all backed him up!”

“And where did they learn anything about gay relationships and there being an ‘alpha’ male?” Dani asked.

“Blaine.” Kurt whispered. “They certainly never asked or spoke to me about it.”

“In what world does Blaine think he is the more manly of the two of you?” Elliot finally yelled.

“He has a deeper voice.” Kurt said.

“He dresses like his crayon box threw up on him or he learned to match from a clown! It is not even tasteful. HE hurts peoples’ eyes. He makes people dizzy and feel ill.”

“He passes.” Kurt said.

“He doesn’t.” Adam said. “The only reason your male friends at your high school made friends with him and made him think he did was because he wasn’t just like you and they had gotten used to you, but weren’t willing to admit that they had indeed held your sexuality…real or supposed…against you for all that time. If they welcomed you like they did Blaine, they might have at some point had to admit to it and apologized for it.”

Kurt leaned back with his eyes wide open and a shocked look on his face.

“Huh.” Kurt said. “That actually makes a great deal of sense.”

“What do you mean?” Elliot asked.

“Blaine used to hang out with them. They’d go to the movies…superheroes and action flicks. I was never asked. I said something once…at dinner. Sam said they never asked me to the movies because they knew I didn’t like action movies or superhero movies. My dad laughed and asked who told him that. Finn responded that everyone knew that and Dad told Finn maybe he should ask me instead of depending on things that everyone thought they knew. Nothing happened, nothing changed. Finn never asked and Sam never stood up to Finn. Blaine played video games with them all the times. Again, I was never asked. Why? Because it was obvious I couldn’t like the types of video games they did. Artie knew I did, but Artie also knew I could beat the pants off him so that was probably that. I was never invited, because they just ‘knew’ I didn’t like those things and even those who knew I did, actually, never spoke up about it.”

“What is this about liking sports?” Adam asked.

“Blaine likes to watch sports on TV with the guys and my dad.” Kurt said.

“Did he ever play any?” Elliot asked.

“I don’t know.” Kurt said. “I don’t think so. I think he cheered for a bit his senior year.”

“Did cheering count as a sport for you when you cheered?” Adam asked.

“You cheered?” Elliot asked.

“Oh yeah, didn’t you know?” Dani said. “Kurt cheered with Santana when they won Nationals in 2010.”

“I also played football for three weeks that school year.” Kurt said.

“I know you like watching soccer and you’ve watched Basketball games with me.” Elliot said.

“You’ve watched rugby matches and Australian Rules Football with me.” Adam said.

“Those aren’t BORING. Those games tend to move along quickly. I also don’t mind watching hockey. Did not like 99% of the Hockey Players at McKinley at all, but didn’t hate the game.” Kurt said. “I almost played when I was little, but I liked going fast or the dance aspect of figure skating better than hitting a puck about. Especially since you could not hit other kids with your stick. That was disappointing. I also played soccer and swam on a team when I was little.”

“See. I would love for you to ask what sports Blaine played when little.” Elliot said.

Kurt laughed. “He still did fight club at Dalton, supposedly, and boxed at McKinley. Not on a team or anything, but he’d go hit the bag in the gym.”

“So?” Adam asked. “Did you stop the tumbling and such associated with Cheer when you were no longer a cheerleader?”

“No. I was ‘on reserves’ anyway so Coach Sue wanted me ready just in case. I ran and tumbled and took some dance classes and did yoga.”

“And you worked at the garage.” Dani said. “Santana told me.”

Kurt nodded.

“So what about boxing…which he didn’t even try out for or find a club to compete with…makes him more manly than your gymnastics and dance?” Adam asked.

“It is hitting stuff, I guess.” Kurt said.

“That’s not manly, that is just a violent tendency and a possible cry for anger management therapy.” Elliot said.

Kurt snorted.

“He doesn’t wear much make-up.” Kurt said.

“He wears more hair product than you, Santana, and Rachel combined and none of you go easy on it.” Dani said.

“He takes a whole 40 minutes to an hour longer in the bathroom than YOU do.” Elliot said.

“Isn’t your make-up also your sunscreen and such?” Adam asked.

Kurt nodded.

Dani was sitting with her head tilted, thinking. “You know, I bet he puts as much stuff on his face as you do, even if none is ‘make-up’.”

“Yeah, probably.” Kurt said.

“There you go.” Elliot said. “If you were going to use that excuse, he could put nothing but zit cream on his face. Blaine uses much more than that, therefore…that excuse does not count.”

Kurt smiled.

“He sings ‘boy songs’.” Kurt said.

“Does he?” Elliot said. “Really? He might not sing as much Broadway, but does he sing less ‘girl’s songs’? Should we start a list? I bet you would be very surprised when it came down to it.”

Kurt sat down hard on the couch. “You are right. Probably some of the songs he’s best known for aren’t ‘boy songs’. I mean, he probably sang more boy songs than I did…because he tended to sing more than I did. He and Rachel were rather large song hogs. BUT…he sang girl songs all the time and no one fussed at him. Huh.”

“So what makes an alpha male?” Adam asked. “Not a damned thing. Straight men like to use the term as an excuse to push and bully and abuse people. ‘Oh Look at me! I’m an alpha male…you must listen to me and I must be in charge at all times and I simply CANNOT be asked to listen to anyone else, let alone do as anyone else suggests…oh and I can do whatever I want to women because they are simply here on earth to be my toys…they are simple objects for me to use and abuse for my pleasure alone.’” Adam delivered the last part in a deep dumb voice after having puffed himself up and clenched his fists.

Kurt giggled.

“They are simply men…and women…who were never taught any manners, told no, or faced any consequences and so they think they should get everything they want…and to hell with anyone else.” Adam continued.

“So there isn’t always an alpha male in every gay relationship? One that sets the terms and says how everything goes? Says when and where and what is done? Dictates …sex?” Kurt whispered.

“No. Would that be acceptable in a male/female relationship? If your friend Mercedes was seeing a guy who told her who she could see and what she could do and what classes she could take and who she could talk to, would that be acceptable to you?” Dani asked.

“No. That’s abusive.” Kurt said.

“If sex was when he wanted it and how he wanted it and over when he was done and her pleasure was never considered, would that be ok?” Adam asked. “And when she tried to initiate anything, even holding hands, she was rebuffed and scolded…told she was making a scene or asking too much, would it be ok?”

“No.” Kurt said.

“If that boyfriend went off on a trip without her and posted photos of himself kissing, touching, hanging on other girls and touted to all who knew him how much ‘fun’ he was having. Would that be all right?” Elliot asked.

“No, that would be cheating…Oh.” Kurt said.

“Would it be OK for anyone to treat Santana like that?” Dani asked.

Kurt shook his head no, but snorted.

Dani chuckled. “Or rather, would it be all right for Santana to treat anyone like that?”

“No. It would not.”

“There is no alpha gay man who gets to do it his way and gets what he wants because of that status. There are only jerks and bullies, or worse…abusers.” Elliot said.

“You are just as ‘manly’ as any of the men you see or date. Even if you end up dating a huge buff bear covered in a pelt and you never get to the point where you have to shave more than every other week.” Dani said.

Kurt chuckled.

“I’m not supposed to feel constantly anxious or paranoid or like I’m always on the verge of doing something wrong in a loving relationship, am I? I’m supposed to be happy, not defensive and on edge and afraid.” Kurt said quietly.

“You are supposed to be happy. You are supposed to shine. You get to have friends…who you choose. You get to enjoy activities YOU choose. You should not be a slave or someone’s toy or chess piece or prop. Not in ANY type of relationship. Even friendships are not supposed to be like that.” Adam said, sitting down besides Kurt.

Kurt started to cry and Adam moved to where he could hug him.

Dani and Elliot tidied up around the apartment while Kurt cried himself out and into a doze curled up against Adam. Kurt didn’t wake again until the soup Dani made for lunch was nearly ready.

Elliot set the table and Adam sent Kurt of to the bathroom to wash up while he helped get the food on the table.

They were half way through the soup and sandwiches when people spoke again.

“Do you think I’ll have any friends left if I decide I’m done with it all? With Blaine and Rachel and most the whole lot of them?” Kurt asked.

“I think you have loads of friends.” Adam said. “I think you’ll find ones who’ve been biding their time until they could be friends without being run off.”

Kurt nodded. “Like with the Apples…and the guys from stage combat class?”

“And people at work.” Eliot added.

Kurt sighed. “At both jobs. I wasn’t supposed to work late or attend functions that didn’t directly involve my exact job. Blaine had Rachel and Santana convinced that my working at Vogue.com and attending things I didn’t really have to was the reason he cheated…I haven’t attended anything other than exact work hours since I started dating Blaine again. Rachel or Santana would find a way to keep me from doing so. I never realized how much they control who I spoke to and who could speak to me.”

“I’ve always wondered how you managed to start a band.” Adam said.

Dani laughed. It wasn’t a happy laugh. “Rachel planned on it being HER band once we started doing well. She planned on taking over. The startup was too time consuming and difficult, though, and she was ‘Franny’ and just could not put the work into startup.”

“And Santana was planning on taking lead and calling it hers if Rachel was out. Rachel didn’t except us to have the gumption to kick her and Santana out when they went on their little war path.” Elliot said.

“I was to do the hard part and then step aside when commanded…or rather when they reminded me of how ill-suited I am to be front man of a band.” Kurt said. “Of course I didn’t know that until in a fight about how much time I spend with the band this fall. Blaine was willing to let me ‘have the band’ for a while to keep me ‘occupied’ in my grief and less likely to need to find someone to turn to. And I was to have discovered how much I didn’t need to sing because of how badly the band would do…so I would always be content in the background where I belonged. That was all spilled in a different fight.”

Adam sighed. “I hope you realize how ridiculous that all is. You guys sound fabulous and everyone who comes out to see you has fun. And I know at least four dozen people who would create riots if Kurt quit singing with the band, especially if he turned the lead over to Rachel, or Blaine…or even Santana.”

Elliot laughed. “This is true.”

Kurt sighed. “Only about half the time. Other times their voices in my head yell too loudly.”

“I think we’ll have to start yelling at you more, then.” Dani said. “So we can drown them out. I have no problem whatsoever screaming ‘Hey, Kurt, You Are AWESOME!’ at random times and places throughout the day. I could even phone you and remind you.”

Kurt smiled. “It would be different.”

Dani smiled back. “I wonder if it would catch on…I bet I could get Isabelle and Chase to join in.”

Kurt sighed. “I will have to go home today at some point. I have work at Vogue tomorrow. I need clothes.”

“I thought everyone was gone for the next week?” Elliot said.

“After Santana leaves this evening, yeah….it is just that the loft is feeling so...claustrophobic lately. Like it is always closing in around me.”

“That’s because you are covering way too much of the finances.” Dani said. “Santana complained about how much she had to put towards rent and food and so I asked about other things…and found out she put nothing towards anything else. So I looked. Your water bill has tripled, your electricity gone up by seven, your internet has tripled and your cable bill is ridiculous. And I doubt either Rachel or Blaine is helping with them. And ok…she might have a point about putting so much towards rent when she had no real space, but she is still paying so much less than if she had a room of her own off somewhere else.”

Kurt sighed again. “I should find a way to fix all of it. I just fear carving out a room for Santana from the living room would make it too small for everyone to gather. I carved out a closet area from my room for everyone to have places for their stuff and so I doubt I could carve a bedroom out of it anymore.”

“What about Rachel’s? She could share.” Elliot said.

The laugh that came out of Kurt nearly broke Adam’s heart, it was so bitter. “That’s funny.”

“Is she paying more to have all that space?” Elliot asked.

“No, she pays less than Santana.” Kurt said.

“Then she doesn’t get it. I do believe I heard that it was your name on the lease…so that is what we are doing this week. We are reorganizing…or at least planning a mass reorganization of…your loft. And Adam can stay with you all week so you don’t chicken out. I have a friend who works with law stuff who might be able to help us with advice on what we can ask and require, too.” Elliot said.

“I have loads of tape measures and such, I started an interior design course at one point. Too many gay guys but too few lesbians in attendance at the time. I wonder if I should reapply and take it back up. I wouldn’t mind the lack of lesbians anymore, I can find enough other places now. It was interesting.” Dani said.

Kurt laughed and Adam smiled, it was a much nicer laugh than earlier.

“Ok….I’ve sketch books we can put towards the task.”

“Then…tonight we head to the loft and figure out how to work easing your feeling of claustrophobia and plan out our thanksgiving…like are we even having a Turkey?” Elliot added. “And maybe I’ll even head to my place at some point over the week…or maybe not. My roommate did not get to go home and is taking it out on everyone, mostly because his girlfriend did go home and didn’t invite him after promising she was going to.”

Kurt smiled. “There is room enough, generally. You can even sleep in my bed…I don’t think I can stomach it anymore. I’ll change the bedding to something less…stained.”

“Where are you going to sleep then?” Elliot asked.

“On the extra air mattress. Adam can have Rachel’s room. It will be fun.” Kurt said. “Even if I can’t actually do it…it will be great to plan it.”

“Oh, you’ll be actually doing it. Letters will be going out, official ones, that will tell those living with you what they need to pay and how sleeping arrangements are going to be working. I’m calling Jonah in the morning.” Elliot said.

“Can we change the sheets in Rachel’s room? Last time I was there they made me itch.” Adam said.

“Oh, I forgot her stuff made you itch. I’ll change all the stuff out to my linens. Then you and Elliot can duke it out to who sleeps where.” Kurt said.

“Why doesn’t everyone stay here one more night?” Dani said. “Then we can head over tomorrow and wash stuff and everyone is sure to be gone. I am sure Kurt can borrow something. We’ll leave early enough for Kurt to shower and change and get to work and the rest of us can look and plan.”

Kurt nodded.

They played around with music for most the rest of the day…Elliot and Dani leaving the apartment to find food for dinner. Kurt fell asleep early again, but Adam followed into dreamland right closely afterwards. Dani and Elliot stayed awake longer and plotted…as was attested by notes and sketches done and waiting to be taken to Kurt’s loft sitting there next to the couch when Adam and Kurt woke up.

The loft was free of others when they got there. Kurt settled Adam’s stuff into the closet room and everyone was reminded how to work the TV and Adam was hooked up to the internet while Kurt also got ready for work. It wasn’t a full work day for him, but he’d be at Vogue until after lunch, so Dani sent Elliot to do some grocery shopping while she washed sheets and bedding and anything else that smelled like Rachel’s stuff. Adam started taking a good hard look at the loft and how the spaces were carved out.

The bathroom was the only section with actual walls. The rest of the walls were either created by shelves, cloth, or constructs that screamed stage flats. Nothing permanent. All easily moved. Adam got out the tape measure and other tools Elliot had owned and brought along and started measuring.

By the time Elliot was back with groceries and Dani was back from the laundry room, Adam had several sketches finished and waiting for them to look at. He’d pulled up interior design and architect pages on his laptop. Elliot called his friend as soon as he got back. They curled up and watched movies while they discussed the space. Adam cooked and Dani had the washing done and everything reorganized by the time Kurt got home.

At Kurt’s request, they didn’t look at social media or talk about the reordering of the loft. They instead spent the night watching (reclaiming) movies and singing songs the band might do. Elliot’s friend called and said he’d come to the loft to discuss things and asked Kurt to have his contract ready to look over. Kurt called in to work and got all of Monday free. Isabelle even told him that it was about time he took action.

Kurt set up the spare air mattress for himself and Adam took the one Sam usually slept on. They put both in Kurt’s bedroom, where Elliot was sleeping on the bed. Dani stayed the night and slept in Rachel’s bed.

Kurt then proceeded to chatter for half the night. Elliot finally called him out on it.

“What is wrong? Something has to be. Dani went to bed almost two hours ago and you haven’t stopped talking since then.”

Kurt sighed.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I can’t change things here. I still have two years on the lease.” Kurt said.

“You throw them all out and get new roommates.” Elliot said.

Kurt snorted.

“No, seriously,” Elliot said. “Did you ever have anyone sign anything?”

“No.”

“There you go. And if you can’t, we’ll find out in the morning. You’re giving me an ulcer with your stressing…I do not even want to think about the state of your body. I’m signing you up for yoga classes tomorrow, too. I’ll even cover them for two months. Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas. Go to sleep. Adam…rub his back or something. Magic that boy to sleep.”

“but…” Kurt started.

Adam pulled his mattress until it butted against Kurt’s and followed Elliot’s orders.

“Close your eyes. If you are not asleep in ten minutes, we’ll go do something like bake. Ten minutes…eyes closed, no talking.”

“Fine.” Kurt sighed.

It took two minutes for Kurt to be out.

Kurt slept through Elliot and Adam waking up and showering. Elliot even managed to call the studio where he did yoga and book Kurt into classes before Kurt woke up. Dani finally starting the coffee was what woke him.

Elliot’s friend showed up at 10am, just after Kurt had finished cleaning up from breakfast.

It turned out that legally, Kurt had a great deal more options that he had expected, because NEVER at any point had Rachel paid half of rent. Or half of anything else. So her use of a full half of bedroom space was not a ‘right’ of any sort. Elliot’s friend helped Kurt create the letters to be sent out, informing all those living in the apartment of the redistribution of space and advising them that if they didn’t like it, they had a month to find new lodgings. It also stated that rent, all utilities and amenities, groceries, and any other funds accrued as roommates would be split equally by those staying in the loft. Arrangements could be made for another or the others to cover a part of rent but it had to be agreed to and some form of payment in kind must be given…this could be cleaning or cooking or some other such valuable task and again it must be agreed to and a suitable exchange documented.

Elliot’s friend took the letter with him and the addresses and names and would get another of his group to look them over and make sure they weren’t missing anything. Then he would make the number of copies needed and mail them so they would be received by the 1st of December.

The rest of the day was spent looking over sketches and even moving furniture about to see how it would work. They also solidified Thanksgiving meal plans and went grocery shopping. It was the kind of day Kurt missed dreadfully. It was full of friends just hanging out and no fighting or whining or drama. Kurt could not remember a day in the loft like it…not really. The only days that came close were with the band and without Rachel and Santana. It was a very illuminating conclusion.

As everyone, minus Dani who had work the next day so went back to her place, was settling down for the night Kurt looked at Elliot and Adam.

“How many roommates do you think I’ll have left after those letters go out and after I break it off with Blaine?”

Elliot snorted.

“I doubt Blaine and Sam will stay.” Adam said.

“I don’t know, you haven’t met Blaine. He’ll probably stay just so he has a place in Kurt’s life where he can badger him from.” Elliot said.

“Oh God.” Kurt moaned.

“If it comes to that, we’ll find a way to get you out of your lease and move you somewhere else.” Adam said.

“And you are putting in nearly the full amount of rent money towards the loft right now, taking into account all the other bills you are covering…so if people move out you can cover things while you find new rooms mates or another way to add to funding the loft.” Elliot said. “Like renting out practice space for other small groups or for study sessions…I know several people who’d pay 15 or 20 bucks an hour for space that is quiet and open enough to do stuff in. It would be cheaper than renting space at the community center like my movement group has been doing.”

“I knew Apples who were majoring in costuming who would have paid that much or more for someplace to cut fabric or sew.” Adam added.

Kurt tilted his head. “Hmm….never thought about that.”

“And you can come stay with me for the first week if you have to,” Elliot said. “Get away from it all while things are being settled.”

“And by the end of that I’ll have moved to my place and you can crash there if need be.” Adam said.

“You’ll have someplace safe…we promise.”

Kurt smiled. “I am so lucky to have you guys.”

Adam snorted.

“No, really. I couldn’t be luckier.” Kurt insisted.

“Maybe, maybe not. Now go to sleep, you work tomorrow.” Elliot said.

Kurt nodded and snuggled into his blankets more. “I have to find a new person to take to the vogue holiday party.” Kurt muttered.

Adam chuckled.

“We’ll discuss that tomorrow.” Adam said.

There was no answer, Kurt was sound asleep.

“We must have eased enough of his worries.” Elliot said.

“Now we just make sure he can sleep like this for the rest of the week.”

Elliot headed back to his place the next day while Kurt was at work, so he could pick up his clothing for his job and a few other changes of clothes while he stayed at the lost with Adam and Kurt. Adam cleaned. He tackled the bathroom first, scrubbing everything completely. He found Kurt’s ‘bathroom’ bins, which each person’s name labeled on them and that were supposed to contain each person’s bathrooms supplies, and placed items that were obvious in each…he’d let Kurt take care of the rest when he got home. He showed great restraint and didn’t toss items he knew belong to Blaine that he considered horrid and should be tossed…like all fourteen different hair gels…for different hold and mood.

He then hit the kitchen. There he wasn’t so nice. He boxed things that he didn’t deem necessary and threw out any food type items that were way out of date. There was salad dressing in the refrigerator nearly a year past its date, that Rachel bought because it was all the rage...and used once that he was aware of…and refused to let Kurt toss because having it made her like those super Broadway stars she read about. Cupboards were cleaned out and washed out and restocked like he knew Kurt preferred.

Just about an hour before Kurt was due home, Adam got a text from him.

It told him to log onto his Facebook page and like the garage’s page. While on Adam noticed Kurt had changed his relationship status.

He wondered when Blaine would notice.

Kurt got home with the news that Jake had indeed texted his dad and told him that if he didn’t have a Facebook page set up by the time he got home, Jake would be helping him set on up when he got home…his costumers wanted to see one. (Turns out his Dad had a political page run by an intern who texted him daily for what he’d like put out on it…and his Dad figured that was enough. However customers of the garage asking for him to get a personal page was enough incentive to make a personal page, even if Kurt asking him to get one wasn’t.)

On Wednesday Kurt’s dad sent him a Facebook friend request. Kurt worked both vogue.com and the diner jobs, and accepted his dad’s request between the two. Adam accompanied Kurt to the diner and managed to score a part time job for the month of December when Gunther found out Adam could sing and wasn’t planning on leaving New York City for a vacation. Adam made sure it wouldn’t conflict with the job he was starting up before agreeing. He sang with Kurt and Salvador that afternoon. Gunther insisted he take the tips left for him at the counter. Kurt bubbled all the rest of the time about how glad he was to have opportunities to ding with Adam again. That evening the Apples had practice, which Kurt invited Elliot and Dani to so they could give feedback. Elliot talked Kurt into doing a monologue and Dani suggested a few different Christmas Songs for their singalong, which Kurt went to check if they could legally do them.

On Thursday, Kurt texted his dad and wished him and Carole a Happy Thanksgiving and sent his wishes for a fabulous vacation as soon as Kurt got up, which was ridiculously early. Kurt and Adam spent all day cooking, with Elliot switching between joining them in the kitchen and playing either music or games with Dani and the band, several of which brought significant others as well. The loft was filled with songs and laughter and the wonderful scents of great food.

The only time Kurt remember the loft this fun was the Thanksgiving before when Isabelle brought her friends over.

They had finished dinner and were getting ready to set up bingo, which Dani brought over…along with several dozen prizes, when Kurt’s phone rang.

“Dad?” Kurt said as he answered it.

Kurt mouthed to Adam to head to his bedroom and bring his laptop. Adam picked up the laptop and followed Kurt.

“You mean Skype, dad. But I thought you said…” Kurt was saying.

Adam opened the laptop and got it turned on and Skype set to open. Kurt motioned for him to sit facing Kurt, where his dad couldn’t see him but Kurt could.

“Dad, I thought you were spending the day with Carole?” Kurt said once his dad had connected.

“Yes, I am, but I figured I needed to call you and apologize first. I knew something was fishy. I mean, I was with Carole the first time we talked to the grief lady at the hospital and I heard what she said. I remember when I went to counseling after your mom died. I know what they tell you, I still have books about it. I should have questioned more when Carole started spouting off all this other stuff. Stuff that I knew was wrong…but I didn’t. It was easier to just let her have her way and do it her way. It was easier to not deal with the screaming and yelling and rage directed at me and then the tears and guilt directed at me. I did take to basically hiding out in Washington, but I was feeling guilty for that and so still listened to her mandates. I forgot you were hurting, too. Just like after your mom died. You are always so strong and I knew you could keep it together, but it should have never been up to you to do so….not for Carole and me and not for Rachel and Santana and anyone else.”

“Oddly enough, I had some friends who helped me along, Dad, despite Rachel and Blaine.”

“I know, Buddy. Jake read me the riot act. As did Cassius and Robbie and Hank and pretty much everyone else. I am also sorry I hadn’t realized what Blaine was up to. I didn’t realize a lot of thing I ought to have.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Kurt, work with me here.”

“Dad…have you or have you not been calling Blaine every week, even when you weren’t calling me that often?”

“Well, yes...I guess…it’s just...Carole isn’t upset if I call Blaine. She likes Blaine.”

“And she doesn’t like me.” Kurt said.

“I…” Burt started, before stopping. “I don’t know, Kurt. I’m sure it’s just because this is just really hard on her, and not really anything to do with you yourself.”

Kurt shrugged. “Still…I’m your kid, Dad. Not Sam or Blaine. I just...I don’t…”

“Kurt?”

Kurt shook his head. “Anyway, you might be getting loads of complaints soon. I talked to this lawyer guy about changing some things around the loft. If five of us live here, five of us will cover all the expenses of living here equally and share space much more equally. I’m not heartless, I know Sam will have a harder time, but I’ll figure out some way for Sam to cover his share in kind…maybe chores or something. But all those who have folks paying for them or have jobs that make good money will have to pay their fair share.”

“Why do you think I’ll have complaints come my way?”

“Not a single one of the others had paid a fair share yet…and Rachel isn’t going to be having the whole space she has been using any longer.”

“Blaine said you are asking too much of them as it is?” Burt said.

“Blaine has paid rent once and that was because Santana threatened to kill him if he didn’t. His parents send him money for it…he just doesn’t use it for rent. He has never helped with utilities, or the TV or the Internet or the water or anything else. He has never added money to the grocery jar. He hasn’t even tried to find any sort of job, not even part time. Rachel pays 1/5 of rent...and every once in a while adds to the grocery jar or helps with other bills…if I talk to her dads about it first. Santana has been covering ¼ of the rent and is good about putting her share towards food about half the time, but never anything else. I don’t see how I’m asking too much.”

“But Blaine said…”

“I’ll send you the book work.”

“Kurt..”

“Dad! This is what everyone is talking about. Jake, Cassius, Robbie…all of them…this is what they read you the riot act about. Ask me. Don’t take what Carole says…or Blaine says…or Rachel says…as the word of God and some sort of set in stone reality. Ask me. For God’s sake…what’s wrong with talking to me and believing me?” Kurt yelled.

“I do believe you.”

“And I don’t even understand how you can say that, because every time someone else tells you something you always believe the worst of me and take their word for it…even when you know they have been known to lie and over exaggerate and ignore facts. Always.”

“I didn’t realize…” Burt said. “I’m sorry. When I get back, I’m going to come and see you, OK? And…we’ll talk some of this out…better than like this. You can explain to me why you think I always take other’s sides over you and I’ll try to convince you I believe you. OK?”

“Ok Dad…You’d better go. Happy Thanksgiving. I do love you, you know.”

“I love you, too, kiddo. Talk to you later.”

Kurt signed off and turned off his laptop. He stared at it for a while.

Adam wasn’t sure what to do, other than offer Kurt his hand.

Kurt smiled and took it, squeezing it to show he was glad Adam was there.

“Come on, if we sit here much longer we will have missed Bingo and spending time together with everyone. After all, holidays are supposed to be spent with your family.” Kurt said. “And I’m beginning to be convinced the best family is that you carve out for yourself. Hmm, I wonder if I should have warned Dad I was breaking up with Blaine?”

“If he can’t figure out that that would be your response to Blaine’s behavior, I don’t think he’s paid attention to you for a long time.” Adam said.

Kurt nodded. “This is the same man who brought me Blaine as a Christmas Present when we were broken up because Blaine cheated on me and when I’d told Blaine all I wanted was time and space before even talking to him again….which he didn’t give me any of. And who drove me to the engagement spectacle while telling me I looked like he was driving me to my execution and insisted there wasn’t another answer other than yes or no…just two days after I agree to give dating another try. Under conditions…none of which were ever even attempted to be met once Blaine got his way.”

“Point.”

They joined the others and used the rest of the round of Bingo to get dessert ready. They played bingo until nearly midnight, interspersing singing and dancing between rounds. It was fun and as every hour passed Kurt became more and more relaxed.

“We should do this again at Christmas,” Kurt told Adam and Elliot as he shut the door after their last guest had gone. Dani was in the kitchen cleaning up and was staying over again. They were all heading out in just a few hours to do Black Friday shopping. “It will be ever better.”

“How do you figure?” Elliot asked.

“Most my huge stresses will be taken care of one way or another…I’ll either have less stress about finances or know when that state will be likely, I’ll be single, and I’ll hopefully have had a discussion with my Dad face to face…and if I haven’t well, I’ll know where I stand. And the semester will be over.”

“We can work with that.” Adam said.

“We can.” Kurt said. “Thanks for being the best family a guy could want.”

“Sappiness needs to be done closer to me so I can give you attack hugs!” Dani yelled from the kitchen.

That set Kurt off in giggles, which set of Elliot and Adam.

They watched as Kurt scampered off towards Dani.

“He good?” Elliot asked quietly as they moved towards them.

“He will be.” Adam said. “We’ll make sure of it. He’s decided we are his family after all…and real family takes care of each other.”

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