#one gay guy got so mad at me he just started yelling fuck you at me. i am very lucid about the fact that people want us to go away

[kill4luvina]

"Who's that?"

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Plug!Armin x Plug!Reader x Plug!Eren

Summary : Eren and Armin go out to a party to find out who this mysterious "Stunna"(Y/n) is after she's stepped in the game they've been losing mad business and at first they were going to jump you, until they saw you. Instead they decide they were tag/double team you.

Warning : SMUT, Car sex, just sumin nasty for the girlies because i said so, not proof read, ngl eren and armin get a lil intimate(they on some gay shi ngl), use your imaginationn if sumin don't make sense.

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The room was awash in a spectrum of colors, pulsating neon lights flickering and casting a glow hue of different colors. The walls throbbing in the same rhythm as the heavy bass as the room was filled with bodies pressed up against each other – some grinding, others chatting it up. The vibe was wild, a crazy energy swirling in the air, getting everyone hyped. Smoke twisted up towards those neon lights, adding this trippy scent to the mix.

The air was thick with the mixed scents of sweat, perfume, and the distinct earthiness. Eren and Armin had only popped out to this party because of some info someone dropped, thinking they could catch the mysterious "Stunna" who had been stealing their costumers. "Bro, what if this shit was a set up." Armin whispered, eyes scanning the crowd, getting jumpy at any sudden moves. "Relax, man. You're incognito with that ski mask, nobody knows it's you,dumbass" Eren shot back, pushing through the crowd, Armin following close behind with his hand under his shirt holding onto his glock.

"Oh damn, Luvii!" You greeted your bestie as she practically dove through your car window for a hug. "I was starting to think you weren't coming!" Luvina would say as she pulled away. "And you popped out with the all black hell cat? Okay I see you!" You chuckled, stepping out with your tote bag as she acted all surprised, though she had the same whip in pink. "Come on, girl, quit playin'."

"Luvi, you look so fine stop fuckin playin wit me..." A guy would come up to the two of you at the party, he'd start talking to luvina as he started touching up on her. "Ew, girl get a fucking room.." You'd say walking away, wandering throughout the party giving them some privacy. "Yo, Stunna!" You'd hear one of your favorite costumers yell out, making your quickly turn your head. "You got anything on you I can buy?" He'd ask, you'd nod your head opening your tote bag pulling out a few carts & vapes. "Lemme get that one, how much?" "75." "Aight, take 100 and I'ma put the 25 into the next thing I buy."

Then, out of nowhere, some dude grabbed you and pulled you outside. Caught off guard, you clocked they were both rockin' ski masks, so you didn't waste time, pullin' out a gun from the waistband of your jeans. "Who the fuck are yall?!" You demanded, sizing them up, outnumbered but ready. Armin lowered his mask, checkin' you out before speaking up. "Ease up, mamas, we ain't here to cause trouble, we on your turf remember?" Armin would remind you making your ease up a tiny bit. Eren would pull his off too, you had seen them before on Instagram but damn they looked finer in person.

"Fuck yall doing on my turf anyway?" you questioned, gun still raised, keepin' your distance, looking for answers. "Damn, chill mamas, we came to see if ya shit as good as we heard." Eren would lie, both of them knew they wanted to jump your ass but as soon as they saw how fine you were they couldn't. Now they both just wanted to see if they could could hit it before they left. You'd put your gun down staring at the two silently for a moment before walking past them to your hellcat. The two would silently watch you before dabbing eachother up and follow you in excitement.

Honestly, you don't even know how it happened but it started off with you 3 in the back seat smoking up a storm. Not even 20 minutes into your smoking sesh, your body started heating up at the sly comments the two would throw at you. You'd pussy throbbing at the sound of Eren telling you how fine you were and Armin touching you in all the right places at all the right times, what a duo. In about 10-15 more minutes you found yourself making out with Armin's lap, Eren giving you kisses from the side making your overwhelmed not knowing who to kiss.

"Mmph!" You'd cry into Erens mouth as kissed you, not even being able to think straight. You were completely drowned in bliss as you felt Armin lap up your juices with his tongue. You've never been eaten out the good before, and it was a complete game changer when you felt him sink his fingers into your brown and pink fat pussy.(im such a troll for that one) Your eyes would roll to the back of you head as you pulled away from eren moaning into the crook of his neck as your nails scratched him looking for something to grip on. "Doing so well for us." You'd hear eren say softly as he held you, continuing to praise you.

On the other hand, Armin was fucking your pussy up real good. He was nose deep, not able to even contain himself and just you moaning made it even worst. You'd feel your eyes fill up with tear as you cried out even louder cumming all of his face as you held onto Eren even tigher, trembling as you came down from your high. Armin would pull away licking his fingers as he wiped his face. "My turn." you'd hear Eren say, you were to tired to even complain feeling yourself getting moved around. "Mamas, be a good girl and arch for daddy." You'd hear Armin's voice now from infront of you, you'd look up from your fluffy lashes to see his pretty blue eyes looking right back down at you.

He'd smile, his sliver braces showing as he'd whip out his dick as it hit you head in the center of your face making your slightly flinch. Not knowing who to pay attention to you'd feel something poke at your entrance. "wait-Fuc--" you'd be shut up by two dicks filling you up from both sides, your moans muffled by Armins dick. You'd start tearing up again but this time you'd actually start crying, the amount of pleasure you were getting at once was insane. Your make-up getting completely messed up as Armin kept face fucking you. Eren on the opposite side ramming your shit.

"look at you go mamas." Armin would say pulling his phone out as he started to record you, with his hands now away you'd quickly pull away coughing as you looked back up to the video. You'd could help but start moaning loudly again from eren as you started to pump his dick from the base spitting on it. You'd start sucking him off harder making a sloppy mess with bubbles every wear not taking your eyes off the video. "Fuckkk, so good for us.." Armin would whimper, voice slightly cracking as he moaned. Eren letting out groans as he picked up his place leaving you a moaning mess not even able to focus on the task at hand.

Armin would stop recording as he went back to face fucking you, but he was looking behind you this time. You'd feel both ends slow down as you looked up once more to see the two kissing. Your pussy couldn't help but twitch and suck Eren in even more from how hot that was. Slightly shocked, you assumed it was just the weed kicking all 3 of ya'll differently. But this didn't last long because after a few seconds they were both back to abusing your holes. The game ender for you was when Eren brought his fingers down and start rubbing on you clit, you came so fucking hard you started squirting tear rolling down your eyes.

Armin was next pulled away as you brought your tonuge out and he came on your face leaving you a mess. Eren would do the same after a few more thrusts cumming your ass and back. You'd fall, your body fully limp as you caught your breath. "Damn, if your drugs ass addicting as you are i might have to switch over." Armin would joke as pulled you up giving you a kiss as eren laughed at his stupid joke. "ngl, being opps stupid asl, why don't we conjoin and just become sumin bigger?" Eren would ask, but you were sound asleep leaving the two.

"Eren, did we kiss?" Armin would ask "Shut the actual fuck up idk what your on."

(LOL IDK WHAT THIS IS I STARTED WRITING AND COULDN'T STOP, BUT IMA START WORKING ON REQUESTS NOW.)

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[star-suh]

Straight as A Line

Park Jinyoung x Male Reader

cw: homophobic top jinyoung, rough sex, dubious consent, hickeys, college au, swearing at each other, cheating, feminization, porn with a little of plot, a redemption arc for jinyoung lol… 

an: lmfaoooo that redemption arc happened when my music suddenly changed to lana del rey's songs changing the whole mood, i'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted anon 😭🙏

this was a request.

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the university where y/n was studying was planning a trip to go camping in the mountains. it was a dream trip for y/n, he could be close to nature and breathe that pure fresh air but all that sounded too nice to be true. 

"i don't know if i want to go on the trip, fuckass jinyoung is going and i don't feel like arguing with that son of a bitch" y/n tells his friend. 

jinyoung is one of those rich guys who have a lot of ass-lickers behind them, they do whatever he asks just for the money, also the guy is a fucking homophobe, when he found out that y/n is gay he started to make his life miserable. throwing slurs and swearing almost everyday towards the guy…

every student had an assigned seat “are we in school or something?” mocked jinyoung, his smile slowly fading seeing that he has to sit besides y/n “what the fuck? who put this pillow muncher beside me?” he yelled, “can you just shut the fuck up? you're not that important dude no one cares where you sit stop being a manchild” responded y/n making jinyoung's blood boil in anger.

“listen here, cocksucker. i don't want people like you near me you disgust me” he spat while signaling towards y/n with one finger. “stop signaling me you weirdo. you know that usually men who make fun of someone who is gay do it to cover up their homosexuality .. like why are you mad about me sucking a dick that's not so straight from you, jinyoung..” a grimace of laughter finding its way onto y/n's face while jinyoung's was red for the anger, y/n swear he can see the steam coming out of his ears.

jinyoung quietly accepted he lost this time and sat beside y/n ‘this is not going to stay like this’ he thought, crafting his revenge towards the guy.

it was night already, all the tents are ready and everyone is going inside them, y/n was getting ready to sleep in his sleeping bag when suddenly the zipper of his tent opens “what the fu-” a big hand covering his mouth to prevent him from making any noises. “hello motherfucker” jinyoung smiled “you thought i forgot what you said on the bus dirty whore? i think someone should teach you manners and how to be a nice obedient bitch, what do you think?”.

managing to get away from the strong grip of jinyoung's hand on his mouth y/n says “what the fuck are you talking about you fucking psycho, get out of my fucking tent before i start to scream”.

jinyoung's big veiny hand found its way towards y/n neck squeezing it hard “do it and what i'm gonna do next it's gonna be worse, you hear me?” scared by how menacing the words came out of his mouth y/n just nodded, “what do you want then, a public apology?. fucking asshole”.

“you see.. i was talking with my girlfriend and i got so horny-”, “and? do i look like some type of… friend to you? i don't wanna know shit about it” interrupted y/n. “anyways as i said” jinyoung continued “i'm so bricked that my dick is poking his way out of my shorts, so i was looking for a way to calm it but the rest of the bitches are sleeping and apparently you're the only one bitch awake so… i thought why not use this opportunity to help you be my obedient slut. after all you like cocks” he slapped gently y/n's cheeks. “fuck you” are the only words coming out of y/n's mouth…

“shh be quiet” whispered jinyoung while forcing his cock down y/n's throat, the gagging sounds making him more horny “you're so talented at cocksucking, truly a whore. you do it better than my girlfriend” he snickered while thrusting his thick cock. 

“never thought i would see you this fucked up” jinyoung was stroking his cock while y/n was laying down panting, trying to catch his breath, with spit and cum covering his face “talking about dirty whores when you can't keep that thing inside your pants. coming here like a needy bitch looking for a hole to fuck”.

jinyoung just stared at y/n with a smirk on his face “i'm not done with you slut, look at this” he pokes his rock hard cock making it bounce a little “i'm gonna wreck your boypussy. come here” his hand snaking around y/n's shorts and discarding them quickly, along with the underwear. “leave me alone whore” y/n tried to push jinyoung with his feet but the bastard was so strong… and sexy.

jinyoung spat on his fingers and rub it on y/n's rim the cold fluid sending shivers up his spine “hngh.. stop it manwhore…” the pleasure clouding his thinking. jinyoung slap his fuckmeat on the rim and slowly introduce it, drawing a loud moan grom y/n due to the stretching “shush be quiet. you don't want someone to find us right? or is that what you want? woah what a pervert” y/n just ignored the comment and sucked on jinyoung's fingers.

“is that all you got, fragile masculinity slut?. not gonna be surprised if your girlfriend kicks you, you suck at fucki-” a slap landed on y/n's cheek. “stop being a loud motherfucker and let me fuck your pussy” his anger being canalized into fucking y/n “i don't give a fuck if you like it or not” he growls “i’m only here to use you like you let other men do”.

“fuck i love the sight of your gaping pussy. after being passed around the whole university is still so tight… even more than my girlfriend's”. “can you stop mentioning her you asshole?. she deserves a better man than you” y/n says, accommodating himself to ride jinyoung “let's get this over with, i want you gone”.

everytime he goes down y/n makes sure to do it hard causing jinyoung to moan very loudly, “look who's the loud bitch now. you call yourself a man and can't even handle me”. jinyoung laughed quickly grabbing y/n by his ankles pulling them towards him folding y/n in the process, his dick going in and out. y/n squirmed, his eyes rolled back and mouth agape, feeling that cock reaching so deep inside him, no other cock has made him feel like that.

“what happened pillow muncher.. too much to handle?” he starts sucking hickeys in the back of y/n's neck. “i'm gonna breed this pussy and after this you're gonna be mine you hear me?” he whispered while flipping y/n a fuck him while he leans on his back “no… i don't belong to.. to anyone not even to a loser like you” the older just ignored it and continued looking for his pleasure.

“guess you're not that straight macho after all” y/n murmured drawing jinyoung's attention, “just because i'm stretching your boypussy and about to cream it right now doesn't make me a homo… i'm straight as a line..”. y/n with his hooded eyes make eye contact with the top, smiled and caressed his cheek “even the straightest line can be curved dumbass” he then kisses his forehead “c'mon cream this fucking pussy… isn't this what you want hurry up before someone wakes up” fucking himself in jinyoung's dick y/n also searched for his pleasure his cock splurting with cum minutes later landing on jinyoung's chest and abs, while that happened he squeezed so hard that jinyoung came without realizing it, emptying his balls in the insatiable hole of y/n. 

jinyoung tried to catch his breath resting his head on y/n's chest falling asleep, followed by y/n minutes later.

the ride back to university was surprisingly quiet, jinyoung didn't say a word about sitting next to y/n, everyone was surprised. one by one they got off the bus with jinyoung and y/n being the last, the tall one grabbed the shorter one by the hand so that he wouldn't come down yet. "i'm going to break up with my girlfriend... what i’m doing with her is not right." "wow, at least there's some empathy inside that empty skull" y/n responded. jinyoung just laughed looking at y/n with a fond smile "sigh... i'm so sorry for what i’ve put you through all these years... i know that's not going to change the damage i've already done but i want to start being a good person… wanna go eat lunch? it's on me".

surprised by the sudden change y/n wondered what happened with him last night “are you okay? did you eat something strange this morning?”. “no fucking asshole i just… i just wanted to change my behaviour… you know if the straightest line can be curved that means that we can change and it's never too late to do it” y/n just stared at him dumbfounded “are you being serious right now? are you philosophizing over a silly phrase i just made up…ugh fucking corny anyways is free food and i can't say no to that so text me where is it and see you there. i guess..” y/n was about to get off but turned around, stood up and pet jinyoung's head, a slight blush covering his cheeks. jinyoung just stood there watching y/n get off the bus with a smile slowly forming in his face.

[haunted-headset]

🤍 Did You Just Flinch? 🤍

Summary: You flinched when he yelled at you.

word count: 761

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: cursing, arguing, use of Y/N, you/yours pronouns used, reader flinches, hurt/comfort, Wilbur being kind of a dickhead, mentions of past abuse, use of a pet name at the end

a/n: hey guys! Quick little story: I watched a video that was basically Wilbur getting mad for like 3 or so minutes, & the first clip was Wilbur pretending to be angry at someone who was interviewing him, & Wilbur yells very loudly & I flinched & I thought "that's a banger idea for a fic, good job, me!" so yeah!! :) here's the video if you wanna see

You & Wilbur both had terrible days. You didn't get a wink of sleep because of work & stress, & the entire week, you two were snippy with each other. You didn't blame him for any of it; he was stressed, & he was tired. Today, however, you were a little angry with him for it. You two had been extra snippy last night & had an argument, & that led to Wilbur choosing to sleep on the couch, & he didn't give you your good morning kisses & hugs when he left for the studio. He just said muttering a goodbye. Not once, in all of the years of dating you, did he ever not kiss you before he left. Even if you were screaming at him the night before or you were both pissed off at each other, he'd still do it.

When you finally got home from work, you found Wilbur sitting at his desk in the office, a mug of coffee next to his laptop. He was tapping his foot repetitively & he looked tired. His hair was tousled & his eyelids were drooping. You walked over to grab the coffee mug & he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you.

"I'm still drinking that," he sighed.

"Hello to you too," you replied. He sighed again. "I'm just refilling your coffee for you."

"I didn't ask you to do that," he snapped. "I can do it myself."

"What is your issue today?" you said, somewhat annoyed.

"What's my issue?!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "What's your issue?! You've been such an ass to me this week! You're not making the stress any fuckin' easier!"

"Neither are you!" you said, your voice also raising. "You're being an ass, too! A massive one!"

"Oh, j--FUCK OFF!" he said, now yelling. "Fuck off! You think--you just sat there thinkin' you're tough shit, didn't you, fuckin' wanker?"

You froze. He's never yelled at you like that before.

"I-I can leave & let you be if you want--" you started in a small voice.

"Oh, so you're just fuckin' dumping me now?!" he shouted. "Is that what you're doing?! You're trying to break up with me?! What a fuckin' load of bollocks!"

"No no no no!" you said, still using that soft voice. "I-I was just going into another--"

"What, are you gonna try & cheat on me?!" he yelled, somehow getting louder. "Is that what this is, you fuckin' wanker?"

"Not at all!" you said quietly. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of--"

"SPEAK UP!" he nearly shrieked as he raised his hand. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

You flinched & covered your head as you shook & were on the verge of tears. He was most likely going to hit you. That's what the last few did.

Wilbur froze. He lowered his hand & looked at you with shock. Tears began to fill his eyes.

"Did you just flinch?" he said, almost a whisper. "Love, I--I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never."

You didn't say anything. You just sobbed.

"Oh my God, darling," he whispered, his voice cracking. He moved your hands away from your face & wrapped his arms around your waist as he took in the sight of your trembling lips & tearful eyes.

"I'm not like him, love," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I would never even dream of hurting you, okay? I'm so sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have yelled."

& you broke down in his arms as he buried your head in his chest & let out a few small cries of his own. You both mumbled apologies to each other constantly as you hugged each other like your lives depended on it. Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style & placed you on the bed.

"Wait right here, okay?" he said, brushing the hair away from your face. "I'm going to run the store."

He came back a few moments later with a full grocery bag. When you opened the bag, you saw your favorite snacks, drinks, candy, a plushie, & a pair of slippers.

"Wil, this is too much--" you started. He cut you off with a gentle kiss.

"Nothing is too much for my sunflower," he smiled. "Now, what movie do you want to watch?"

For the rest of the night, you two watched your favorite movies & TV shows, & when it was time to go to bed, you two cuddled & talked & giggled with each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

[erosjournal]

‧₊˚໒꒱ stay cool it's just a kiss, oh why you gotta be so talkative... pt.2

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~ characters : leo valdez x jason grace

~ synopsis : jason, who was at that time helping out at camp jupiter, invited leo to catch up at a coffee shop. but after a while, jason got tired of leo chatting away. so he shut him up. with a kiss. he avoided him for a while, as long as he could. he wasn't ready to come to terms with his feelings. but leo couldn't shut up about it.

~ tw(s): gays? cursing!! (please note i am slowly reading through hoo! also, please read part one first, which you can find here!)

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jason was now off in the woods. yes, he wasn't supposed to be here, but he thought it was safe. away from leo. now, he didn't want to exactly be away from leo, but he didn't want to talk about what had happened either. it was all too much. his talk with piper helped a little, but it still made him mostly confused.

he walked around the woods, rethinking everything. he made a list.

what he knew:

he liked girls, at least in the past he did

he hadn't liked the thought of leo being with calypso

he thought leo looked nice

he liked kissing leo

he thought leo had soft lips.

he-

he shook his head, trying to stop lingering on the idea of liking what had happened.

ok so, that was established. he wanted to kiss leo again. but... why? he's not gay, or bi, right? at least he didn't think so. gods, why was he struggling so much?

"ugh, fuck you" jason grumbled, as if leo was there in front of him.

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"leo, where were you?" nyssa asked, working away at some project the cabin had started. it was hot in the bunker, the smell of metal and sparks fluttered in the air. leo walked in, laughing sheepishly. it was now darker out. And he didn't know if he should tell her. if he could tell her. she frowned, crossing her arms.

"come on, spit it out." she said. she could tell something was up, and wanted to hear it.

"well..." leo started, blushing slightly as he spoke. "jason sorta... kissed me? and i was talking with piper about it-" he answered, before all of the hephaestus cabin gasped. they had all paused, looking at him.

"what?" "when?" "why?" questions filled the air. they weren't gossipers, like the aphrodite cabin, but were always interested in what was going on in the lives of their fellow siblings. leo leaned up against a table, surprised. he hadn't wanted this many people to know. well, it was out of the bag. what could he do now?

"hmm, it started this morning..." leo explained, his siblings listening as they continued to work through out the night.

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"WHAT?" jason yelled over the phone. piper winced.

"yeah... um... most of the kids over here have heard about your guys's... incident." she explained, feeling bad about being the deliverer of bad news.

jason was in new rome, and was out for a walk around the college campus. heck, he wasn't even in college yet, but he wanted to be away from his friends at camp. he didn't want them to know about his... kiss. it wasn't even a big deal. but...

"wait, wait, wait.." he stuttered, his hand shaking slightly. "so.. how many is 'most'?" he pleaded. he hadn't wanted others to know. of course, leo couldn't just keep his mouth shut.

"um... well, the hephaestus cabin first found out.. then they told others, spreading it to the aphrodite cabin, then..." piper lingered. they both knew what that meant. everyone knew. jason tried to steady his breathing, biting his lip.

"ok, um, thanks for the update pipes." he glumly said, and shut off the call without another word.

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piper was fed up with these two boys who were mad at each other but obviously in love. she decided to take matters into her own hands.

with the power of aphrodite and charmspeaking, a little push couldn't hurt, right?

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"hey pipes, you wanted to talk?" leo's head popped in through the door, smiling that devilish grin. piper looked up and smiled. she breathed deeply, hoping her plan would work.

"yeah, come on in." she said, scooting to make space on her bed. leo walked in and plopped next to her.

"what's up?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. she knew she had to stall, so leo wouldn't leave before she got a chance to fix things.

"um, i just, wanted your help with repairing something!" piper said, adding a little charm into her words. she felt bad, but knew this was the only way to get this to work. leo nodded, listening intently.

"what do you need fixing?" he asked, looking around the room. piper got up and walked over to a part of the room, littered with brushes and hair supplies. in the center of it all, there was a tall, oval mirror. piper glanced behind it, looking at the loose screw that had been there for a week. she quietly undid the of it, and slipped it in her pocket.

"there's something wrong with this mirror. it usually can flip," she said, showing how it was supposed to work. then it slid sideways and crashed on the ground, startling both of them.

"oh... um, pipes? do you really-" leo started, looking unsure at her.

"yes! it's a very important emergency!" she argued. he shrugged and walked over, settling down to look at the mirror.

"it's missing a screw..." he said, glancing at the hole. he looked around on the ground. "do you think it fell?" he asked. piper shrugged, walking back over to her bed.

"i dunno... maybe." she said, watching leo search through the mess.

as piper watched, she bit her lip, glancing at a clock to count the seconds. he's supposed to be here. she thought. right on time, there was a gentle knock at the door. piper got up, trying not to seem suspicious or too eager. leo was still mumbling to himself about the stupid screw.

piper opened the door, only a crack. she looked through it, and saw the tall blonde standing there.

yup. jason grace stood at her cabin, standing awkwardly. she smiled internally, but couldn't show.

"hey pipes." he said, his voice heavy with anxiety and concern. she tried to put on a neutral smile.

"come in, come in!" she muttered. she stuck her arm through the crack and yanked jason through it, him yelping and stumbling. once she got him inside, he stood facing her and the door, scratching his head.

"what the heck?" he asked, watching as piper shut the door, and locked it. she sighed angrily, standing to block the door.

"you two need to talk. i won't let you leave till you figure things out! this is so stupid!" she exclaimed. she spread her arms to block all access to the door, and stood there, watching them.

jason furrowed his eyebrows, confused. he turned, scanning the room to see who else was there. leo looked up from his searching to see who was with piper. jason and leo locked eyes.

oh.

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~ an:

yay! finally got another part out! there's just one more, wrapping everything up. i hope yall enjoyed, even though it was sorta short. i'm going back to school soon, so i won't be able to work much, but i'm going to set up fics to come out at a scheduled time. next part should be the last, and i'm almost done with hoo. toa soon!! i wanted to most focus on the "spreading it around" part, but i swear the next part will be better :p

love you all!!! (lmao i just realized that all these parts end in pipers cabin.)

[ilikemicrowaves]

@bloogers-boogers I'm really shy about posting this but hi

It Meant Nothing

      "Hey guys, heard of gay chicken?" Asked Kenny muffled through his coat.

      "The fuck is gay chicken?" Asked Stan

"I think It's where we take turns kissing each other, and the last to chicken out wins." Said Kyle.

      "Oh no way, I am not kissing a dirty jew."

Said Cartman.

      "And I'm not kissing a fatass either."

Retorted Kyle.

      Stan and Kenny looked at each other, smirks on their faces.

      "20 bucks." Said Kenny.

"We can split it." Stan whispered to Kenny.

      "We are not-"

"Make it 25." Cut in Cartman.

      "Deal." Agreed Kenny.

"But! We are doing it last." Said Kyle

      "Fine I'll go first." Said Cartman.

He waited for Stan or Kenny to come forward.

      "Pull down your hood poor boy." He said.

"My lucky day." Kenny joked.

      He reached up and slide it away from his unwashed face. His hair was dirty and sweaty even though it was snowing.

      "Ready to taste the rainbow?"

"Shut up."

      Cartman pulled him in quick and kissed.

Kenny couldn't help but giggle a little as he let go. He coverd his mouth smiling and said, "that was so gay."

      "Who's gonna kiss who next?" Asked Stan.

      "Who ever is brave enough." Said Kenny.

"I'll do it," said Kyle. "I'm not backing down to a stupid kiss."

    "Stan come here."

Stan backed away as Kyle reached for him.

      "Stan, already?" Asked Kenny

"But, Wendy-"

     "Uh oh, someone's a pussy." Said Cartman

      "She's not here, it'll mean nothing anyway." Reassured Kyle.

      "Are you sure, because she's already mad at me for-"

      "No, no, no, Stan's right, the she-hippie can't handle a little bromance." Cartman teased.

      "Shut up, fatass!" Yelled Kyle.

"Come on Stan, your not going to listen to Cartman are you?"

      Stan looked at the ground for a minute, eyes tracing the cracks in the concrete.

      "I'm sorry Kyle, me and Wendy already have enough problems right now. I'm chickening out." Stan backed away, Kyle disappointed. << gay?🤨

      "Pucker up, pretty boy." Kenny said taking off his hood once again.

      "I am not loosing this stupid game." Kyle said.

      Before Kyle could kiss him Kenny backed away and started laughing.

      "I'm sorry I'm sorry! I can't help it." He said between laughs.

      "Let's just get it over with,"

They leaned in again but just as there lips touched, Kenny snorted and kept giggling like a girl at a sleepover.

      "Omg, kiss already!" Cartman held his head in his hands

      "What, so you can kiss me next?" Teased Kyle.

      "I will kick your ass!"

Kenny grabbed Kyle's shirt and pulled him in for a smooch.

      "Yall are so slow." Commented Stan.

"At least I didn't chicken out." Said Kenny.

     "Alright, now the fun really begins." Kenny put his hands together as Stan pulled a twenty and a five out his wallet.

      "Godammit Kyle, why couldn't you've chickened out!"complained Cartman

      "I'm not losing this because kisses don't mean anything." Kyle said, "Plus I owe Ike money so come here."

      Kyle grabbed for him but Cartman jerked away. "Oh and don't forget Kyle, I can use this as blackmail."

      Kyle stopped for a minute, "So, you don't want the money?" He asked.

      "You God damn jew, of course I want the money!" He said. "But just for the record, I'm going to tell all the girls you kissed me. He got close and quiet at the last part, he knew that would tick Kyle off.

      "No,"

"What?"

"I'm not going to kiss you Cartman," he said determinedly. "You'll just have to kiss me."

      "Now it's getting somewhere," said Stan

"To be honest, now I want them to kiss." Added Kenny.

      "Wa-why me!?" He yelped

"Seems like you wanna kiss me so bad."

      "No, you have to kiss me!"

Kyle tried not to smile to keep the affect going, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a little.

      "Who's the pussy now?" He said with an eyerole.

      "Pussy? Your the one to scared to make the first move." He said dramatically.

      "I'm the pussy?" Giggled Kyle.

"Well, first your a jew, second, I'm gonna tell all the girls you kissed me, and third-"

      "Is jew the only insault you have for me?" He asked, his cheeks flame red.

      "Your still a pussy-"

Kyle grabbed Cartmans face and pulled him into a kiss. He squinted his eyes shut, but for Cartman it was the complete opposite. Kyle didn't let go for a second, all of their emotions where entwined in that very moment. Kenny and Stan gasped, making Kyle bring his thoughts together.

He let go and gasped as though that kiss sucked all the oxygen from him.

      "There goes the last of my money." Said Kenny.

      Cartman just stood there, Dazed. He tried collecting all his thoughts until he could breath again. He put a hand to the place Kyle had grabbed him.

      "Call me pussy again." Kyle said.

I didn't really know how to end it so I left it there.

Also, one of my favorite hcs is Kenny giggles when anybody tries to kiss him

[dragonmuse]

(So this will post together on AO3 with yesterday's excerpt. I was curious about Lucius and Charlie being older, so when AsIsHerRight followed up with that request, it was set in stone. Charlie is 23.)

Charlie only had a wait a few second after knocking before Izzy opened the door. 

“Hi! I’m here to steal your boyfriend. 

“Take him,” Izzy held the door open for him. “He’s being a fucking pill anyway.” 

“I can hear you!” Lucius yelled from the bedroom. 

“I know you can!” Izzy yelled back, a faint smile on his lips.  

“Problem?” Charlie laughed, going straight into a squat, hand held out for Sweeney, who had come to investigate. “Hey, little man, how’s it going?” 

Sweeney purred like a chainsaw, butting at his fingers. 

“Luc found a gray hair and he’s trying to get me to be sympathetic,” Izzy said dryly. 

Considering Izzy didn’t have a single black one left by now, it wasn’t hard to figure that it had gone over like a lead balloon. 

“Don’t tell my secrets,” Lucius chided, walking into the living room. “Now he’s going to be looking for it.” 

“I can’t think of anything I’d care less to do,” Charlie assured him. “Anyway, aren’t you like fifty already? Totally normal to be gray.” 

Lucius made an inhumane screech and Charlie giggled manically. 

“Forty-three! Stop prematurely aging me,” Lucius aimed a kick at him and Charlie hopped back. Sweeney ambled away, apparently done with them both. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” 

“That’s your call, but the tickets are pretty good.” 

“Fine. But only because I want to see this monstrosity of performance art,” Lucius grumbled. 

He didn’t look forty-anything to Charlie. It was something about Lucius’ face, still gently rounded that kept him looking younger. Or maybe Charlie just had him preserved in amber in his head like he did with many of the older people in his life. Just captured in a timeless ‘older than me’ void where little noticeably changed. 

“You sure you don’t want in?” Charlie offered to Izzy. “Pretty sure we could still get another seat.” 

“Rather stick pins in my eyes.” 

“Sounds like a fun night you have planned,” Lucius kissed Izzy’s cheek. “Try not to bleed on the rug.” 

“Have fun, Pup,” Izzy touched his back lightly.  

“Will do. Ready?” 

“Yep, let’s go.” 

They set out into a balmy evening, heading down the block to the station. 

“So how’d you find out about this?” Lucius asked. 

“Alma found it actually,” he admitted. “She sent me the listing since she knew I’d be around. I think she wanted to go and wants a report.” 

“When is she getting back from Ireland?” 

“Next month, I think. Have to double check. Apparently the dig is going well. Mom and Pop went out to visit her a few weeks ago and said she was all fired up. I’ll be proofing drafts for years probably.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Oh, I proof her shit and she proofs mine. Started last year. Our fields are different enough that we don’t get hung up on the facts or anything, just look for grammar and spelling stuff. I bet she’s going to publish like a fiend when she gets back.” 

“That’s sweet,” Lucius grinned. “Good to hear you guys found a way to pick on each other that’s actually helpful.” 

“Ugh, I know right? She gets to be annoyed by my commas and I get to shoot down all her purple prose. And neither of us are allowed to get mad about it.”  

“So the master’s is going all right?”

“Good enough. It’s comfortably uncomfortable,” Charlie allowed. “You’re good?” 

“Got a pretty large commission recently. Can’t complain.” 

“Except about the grays.” 

“Fuck off,” Lucius groaned. “I know it’s ridiculous. I don’t even mind getting older, just snuck up on me. I had such a good streak going.”  

“What was the commission?” Charlie said soothingly. “Tell me about your successes, old man.” 

“I will eat your heart in the marketplace and gain internal irritating youth,” Lucius said without heat. “It was a mural for another gay club, if you can believe it. I did the eye so long ago, but I had to retouch it over the summer and apparently that caught someone’s attention.” 

“So what’re you doing with it?” 

“Got a few sketches over to them earlier in the week, waiting to hear back. Club has a retro vibe, kind of 70s, so I went with a shattering disco ball effect.  Maybe use cement and embed bits of real mirror in it for effect.  We’ll see.” 

“Disappointingly non-phallic,” Charlie judged as they went down the steps. 

“They specifically requested no dicks. Customer is sometimes wrong, but I like money, so here we are.” 

“Has your dick well run dry?” 

“Never,” Lucius grinned. “Just smaller jobs. Nothing worth special attention recently. How’s your man?” 

“He’s good. Keeps texting me because he’s bored out of his mind. Apparently he’s already done everything worth doing in the city they’re playing in,” he shook his head. “He needs a portable hobby.” 

“Knitting?” 

“I’ve suggested it. I think he just prefers asking me the most random things that come into his skull.” 

“Yeah,” Lucius said dryly. “You sound really annoyed by that.” 

“Ugh, shut up,  I love him so much it’s kind of stupid,” he groaned. “Like I should not find this endearing. He’s being ridiculous.” 

“He’s trying to connect with you when you’re apart,” Lucius shrugged. “That’s not ridiculous.” 

“No I mean-” Charlie started then stopped. “You think so?” 

“For fuck’s sake, what’d you think he was doing? Playing Jeopardy?” 

“Sometimes that’s literally what he’s doing,” Charlie mumbled. “We watch it together sometimes and he doesn’t get the literature questions.” 

“Of course you do,” Lucius rolled his eyes. “Sounds like a hot date night.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you painting the town red these days?” Charlie scoffed. 

“Frequently. What about you? Roll all your door mats back in?” 

“Nah, still says welcome on most of my underwear,”  he stopped on the platform, rocking back on his heels. “We’ve got an agreement. Technically, I could be on the make right now.”

“And instead you’re slumming it with me?” Lucius pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m flattered.” 

“Yeah, I am,” Charlie looked at him seriously. “I missed you.” 

There was a beat and then Lucius visibly melted, “Charlie.” 

“Don’t,” he held up a warning finger. “That’s as far as I go. We are not getting mushy.” 

“Aw, he likes me! He really likes me!”  

“Less and less right at this moment.” 

Their train arrived and they picked a pole, Charlie wrapped his elbow around it, taking out his phone and firing off a text to Felix. 

Charlie: it’s Faulkner and I love you. 

Felix: thanks! Have fun tonight, love you too! 

“I thought we weren’t doing mushy,” Lucius taunted. 

“We as in you and I. We as in me and Felix can be as mushy as we like. You owe me for like a decade of PDA in front of me at least.” 

“Were you terribly scarred by all the wholesome homosexual affectionate behavior? Do I need to pay some of your copays?” 

“Please,” Charlie snored. “Dad pays those. It’s like watching the guilt trickle into my bank account.” 

“What’s that look like?” 

“Better mental health apparently.” 

With a tilt to his head, Lucius gave him a one over. “Yeah. You seem pretty good to me. You feel good?” 

“Yeah, most days,” Charlie sighed. “Who’s perfect with this shit? There’s low times, but at least I know what’s up now. I can watch out for it.” 

“Tell your brain not to be an asshole,” Lucius said sagely. 

“Try to anyway. The meds help with that.” 

“Good. Whatever it takes.” 

“Serious check in time over now?” 

“Sure.” 

“Cool, okay, so I hooked up with this guy last month and he’d lost a nipple in a skiing accident.” 

“....you have my attention.” 

They traded stories back and forth, nothing actually graphic, just toeing the line a little. By the time they go to the theater, they were both laughing and it was a good thing because the show itself was fairly dry. There was a lot of yelling and the performer did shave off their eyebrows as a part of it, but it wasn’t very compelling. 

“I have regrets,” Charlie decided as the thing sputtered to a close with a malfunctioning curtain call. 

“Mm. Could’ve been worse. Dinner?” 

“Please.” 

“There’s a place around here...” Lucius got his phone out. “Does killer gnocchi and I have such a craving.” 

“Who gets a craving for gnocchi? It’s potato with pasta confusion.” 

“Bite your tongue.” 

Lucius did get his gnocchi and Charlie got a massive eggplant parm. Along with drinks, whiskey sour for Lucius and a Tom Collins for Charlie.

“I didn’t think of you as a gin guy,” Lucius admitted. 

“I dunno. I like it. Plus I never vomited it up in college, so no bad sensory memories.” 

“Gross and relatable,” Lucius raised his glass. “Here’s to many more years of that.” 

“To being gross and relatable,” Charlie laughed. 

Their glasses rang quietly together, lost in the dinner rush of the restaurant, but not lost on them in the least.

[sturngemini]

Chapter 5-7

16-17

We had our fun and Nick and Matt come in my room and interrupt

"Excuse but when did yall start doing the dirty tango"

"Let's just say this isn't our first time" we both say in unison

"Ok ew"

"Whatever go away you two .i ask do you want to go to the mall" I continue

"Yes please" she says

Chris and I head to mall and we just hung out and sat down after buying clothes for myself him and my baby niece . As we were hanging out . I walked to throw away from food . And bumped into someone spilling there  strawberry refresher on them

"Omg I'm so sorry"

"Look girl idk who you are but he the hell out of my way"she say

"What he fuck is going on here .Brittany?" He looked disgusted actually see this bitch

"Chris it's so good to see you . Hey so I was thinking about you and Ik we broke up but"

"I already moved on Brittany" Chris says holding my hand

"With her ew . But Chris she spilled my drink all over me .can you help clean and maybe get me some new clothes"

"Nah you definitely did deserve what you did to me and Matt you stupid bitch"

"What did you do to Matt and my boyfriend"

"She started dating both of us secretly then got fight cheating on me and him then that's how we found out she had three boyfriends at the same time"

"Funny because that's how my brother found out his girlfriend was dating 'twins' wait your that Brittany no wonder you never came around when my brother was dating you. You did something you changed my brothers whole life"

"What is he like dead did he kill himself and he's laws gonna be in love with me"

"No hes gay and he's also dating Nick Chris's triplet brother"

"Whatever" she tries to snatch my bag gucci . When I payed for myself. I pulled away and she fell .

"Security"Chris yells

We told them everything and they he the rip and escort  her out of the mall

We drove home

"Who was she Chris?" I ask

"She's an ex girlfriend of mine but like I said me and Matt both ended things with her and I didn't get mad at him he didn't get mad at me .

"I'm so sorry she did that to you"

"Eh I'm over it . She was toxic to me too even before the whole Matt thing started and even a gold digger toward him which was also unfair"

"Did you guys ever uhm well"

"No babe you and you only was my first time"

"Really"

"Yea really"

"Hey Chris do you have like a semi-public kink"

"Yeah a little why"

"Oh no reason . But can we stop at Kohl's. I want to get something for Madi for her birthday

(Ik her birthday was 2 days ago but better late then never)

"Her birthday passed"

"Ya Ik but I couldn't see her then please"

"Sure"

"Can you park in the back and wait here I'll only be like 10 minutes I promise"

"Why not I want to do a TikTok anyway"

"Maybe I'll be in time to crash it"

"That the plan" he says parking the car

"See in ten minutes"

I kiss him and head out to the car . He honked at which scared me . There was no one around so I twerked a for fun and went into Kohl's

I got Madi some new bedsheets and pillows

I knock on the trunk and he opens it

"Why you getting in through the trunk"

"Oh no reason"

"Ok"

I get in the seat behind him and I start throwing my clothes at him

The thing is I brought an outfit very similar to mine so he thought I as getting undressed

"Babe why are your clothes off"

"Why can't they be"

"Because we're in a parking lot

Are only staying here because Matt said he was here on a date in some restaurant and the girl drove him only because I have the car and he don't end liking her so clothes get back on now please"

"He'll only be like 10 more minutes cmon have a little fun Chris"

He saw that I was fully dressed"

"You little trickster your to cute"

He says getting in the back seat

"We have ten minutes I'll make that the best ten minutes of your life" he smirks he pulls me ontop of him and starts to kiss me

10 minutes later

She's panting like crazy

Alright then my work here is done now rest up now Matt's coming

"I love Hey Chris hey manda you alright there"

"Oh yes I'm wondering" she says out of breath

"Ok ew yall really did it in the family car"

"Oh shut up" she said "don't act like you don't do this kind of shit with your girlfriend"

"I don't have a girlfriend"

"Exactly"

"Ok Amanda don't be mean

We head home

17-18

"I love Hey Chris hey manda you alright there"

"Oh yes I'm wonderful" she says out of breath

"Ok ew yall really did it in the family car"

"Oh shut up" she said "don't act like you don't do this kind of shit with your girlfriend"

"I don't have a girlfriend"

"Exactly"

"Ok Amanda don't be mean

We head home

As we head home I went to nicks room . I layed on the bed waiting for Nick

"Gn matt gn Chris. Hey Amanda what you doing here"

"Hey can I sleep here tonight"

"Ofc but is there a reason why you don't want to sleep with Chris"

A look in here eyes tells him everything

"Oh I'm sorry girl I can get you chocolate or make Chris go get them"

You shook your head no

"I just don't feel comfortable with him on it . He's gonna want to do it and as much I as I want as well it's just to embarrassing"

"You fall asleep ok ima gonna play video games and I'll lower the volume and brightness alr"

"Ok gn"

Chris pov

As I walk in the house I see Amanda go up to Chris's room .

I see Nick go to the kitchen and I follow her upstairs. She reaches in her bag and grabs a pad

She comes out and she lays on her bed I go downstairs then downstairs again to my room

"Gn matt gn Chris" I hear Nick say

"Gn" I respond

Why doesn't Amanda want to sleep with me . I'll be glad to take care of her and give lots love care and love

In the morning

Amanda's pov

I wake up and go to nicks bathroom

"Uh nick nick wake up"

"Hmh"

"Did you get me a basket full of chocolate and my favorite sweets and chips

"No I didn't gurl I don't even know your #1 favorite Chips you eat a lot of chips not trying to be mean" he says going back to sleep

"Then maybe Chris ?"

"How would he had gotten that and snuck in my room"

"Maybe Matt helped him"

"I'm up I smell pancakes"

I place the basket on his desk and head downstairs with Nick

"Hey babe did you get me a basket full of my favorite things"

"No I didn't"

"That only leaves Matt"

"You got my girl a gift basket !?"

"Well you didn't so I had to"!

Sorry chapter 6 was short

I place the basket on his desk and head downstairs with Nick

"Hey babe did you get me a basket full of my favorite things"

"No I didn't"

"That only leaves Matt"

"You got my girl a gift basket !?"

"Well you didn't so I had to"!

"Thanks Matt that's really sweet of you"

She goes to up hug him but Chris stops her

"Don't you try to even hug him in front of me

"Chris what the fuck"! I get out of his grip and hug Matt

Nick comes up to me

"Are you ok" I hug him and whispered

"Nick I'm gonna go home I had more things to help in my apartment I don't want *dare stare at chris* to be around me rn" I whispered back

"Your stuff is in my room Matt and I moved it this morning because we both figured how he was gonna be"

"Thank you"

"Amanda I'm sorry"

"No your not Christoper"

"Babe"

"You have no reason to yell at me for stoping me hugging Matt he got me a basket and you didn't I just wanted to hug him . I'm going home and I won't come for 3 weeks i don't want to see you,nick if you want to hangout come to my place"

"Yes ofc Matt walk her out would you" he says walking up to his room"

"Ofc cmon on Amanda"

"I'm going to my room Matt"

"Ya ok"

Amanda walks to her car

"Thank you for the basket Matt I appreciate it"

"Ofc if Chris wasn't gonna do it I wanted to do a nice gesture"

"Well I'll better go I'm gonna be late"

"Gn amanda"

Amanda gives him a quick kiss on the cheek

Matt just stares at her

"Well you better get going ima go talk with Chris about what's he's done today .  Nick and I already talked we are coming over tomorrow and we'll leave early so Chris doesn't come with us"

"Gn Matt"

I got in my car and drove off

Matt's pov

I get to Chris's room .

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you Chris"

"What's wrong with me what's wrong with you you couldn't have given me credit for what you got her I feel bad  ok I didn't k ow she was on her period alright!"

"She told me she might want to break up with you"

"No she didn't she's only gonna take a break from me for a while"

"She told me and drove off"

Chris gets a text a long ass text from you

Chris I love you and I'm sorry but I'm not just gona take a break . If you ever treat me like that or yell at me like that and your brothers have to apologize for your behavior is very unacceptable. You will not come over I will not go over to your house . I'm gonna breaking up with you and you can't see that you messed up and you won't fix it in the next 3 weeks. Show me respect shower me with gifts for your personal benefit please what I mean if you decide if that's the way to go to spoil me . I love being spoiled but not for the wrong reason . I don't want you to text back because I don't want to be tempted to come back so quickly.

I read the text and give it to Matt

"See what I mean just give her space for a while"

"I need to apologize to her now because she does something stupid"

"Well I'm driving you"

"That's fine I went with Laura yesterday I passed bye!"

"Wait what"

"I'll talk about it later"

Chris's pov

I get in the car and drive to her apartment

I get to the door

"Babe Ik your here your car is here cmon open up please"

"Go away Chris"

"Ik I'm sory I didn't realize you were on your period . I shouldn't have yelled and Ik I wouldn't yell at you any more please just let me in"

She unlocks the door

"You made me cry Chris . Your brother got me something and you forgot you yelled at me for idk what I'm upset"

"Baby I'm sorry"

"I'm not your baby anymore can you just go"

"But Amanda"

"Sorry"

She closes the door

I drag myself down the wall

A few minutes later

"What are you doing here" a voice said it was her sister

"I fucked up real bad"

"She broke with you didn't she"

"Yeah"

"What happened"

"I yelled at her because she went to go hug Matt to thank him for the basket of her favorite things that I didn't get her"

"That was stupid of you"

"Ik ik don't remind me ok"

She knocks on the door

"Mandy it's your sister let me in"

She does so

"Can you leave and go to your house" she said and closes the door

I hear her crying

I just get to the car

"Fuck fuck fuck why did I have to do that she was just thanking my brother fuck fuck fuck"

I drove home

"Hey Chris where did you go" nicks voice drifts off as ignore him and go down to my room

"Matt what's with him"

"Manda broke up with it's him"

"I thought they were just taking a break"

"She sent a whole message saying it and she told me"

"Wasn't she just trying to thank you for the basket?"

"Yup well I have to meet Madi and Laura for dinner tonight"

"Why is that"

"Laura is setting me up with someone and Madi just cam along"

"Oh ok then bye ig wait how did Chris go and come back he can't drive"

"He took a test with Laura at the dmv and passed"

"Wait what the FUCK"!

"Yup byeeeee!

Nicks pov

I go down to Chris's room

"Chris let me in I want to talk"

"Go away Nick I'm not in the mood"

Nick goes upstairs and gets a can of pepper so in the fridge and he goes back downstairs

"Can you let me in I have a nice ice cold Pepsi"

Chris then opens the door

"Here you go can I talk to you"

"Sure whatever man"

"So I heard you and Amanda broke up officially"

"No not officially I'm gonna make it up to her"

"So why couldn't she hug Matt?"

"Ok listen I didn't know she was on her period ok I don't track it ok my phone"

"Well I do I'll give you the app and it'll tell you when she'll start then you can shower her with the gifts even if your not together she'll still appreciate it"

"Thanks a man ig"

"Listen Chris you know you messed up . Why couldn't she hug Matt"

"I heard someone say he had feeling for her and i believed I didn't want her to hug him and him to get the wrong message or like idea"

"He's your brother he wouldn't

[mytortoisegotstuckinatupperware]

wait lemme tell y'all about how Italy made me trans

*disclaimer, I was already iffy abt my gender and working through my own feelings. I looked pretty androgynous and was like "fuck it what's the worst that could happen."

*my program coordinators were dope and made sure I felt comfortable as a soft transmasc person, especially when going to religious sites where there was significant gender segregation

ANYway

Got yelled at at outgoing airport, but didn’t get pat down. Mad about shit I had in my pockets, but no issues with the binder!

Used the mens bathroom exclusively at the airports (gross y'all live like this?)

Got on the flight, correctly gendered by flight attendants every time (he/him)

Made it through customs nonissue. Literally the most chill customs agents—barely looked at my passport. like talking in Italian and not giving a shit. peak

Used mens bathroom when I got to Italy again exclusively. Was able to get my own room so didn’t have to worry abt roommates 

Presented male throughout Italy. Almost got accosted by a street vendor by the colosseum but that was more of me being American than being trans. Literally had to dodge and bolt bc he was coming at me I was cornered against a wall all while my friend was watching, concerned but amused from afar.

So many hot men in Italy. I’m sorry, but my dumb gay ass was dying.

Also EXTREME gender dysphoria around Italian youth. they didn’t all look like Timothee chalamet in cmbyn but they were pretty goddamn close. 

Italian bathrooms are superior to American bathrooms. There I said it. Except for the mens bathroom at the Roman forum, but there were a bunch of international tourists there, so what can I expect. 

Got called “sir” by Italian folks, which was rad. 

Walked around at night alone. Needed to run to a convenience store late and went by my self. Told my friends where I was going but otherwise wasn’t afraid. 

Was designated the navigator™️ by all my fem friends when we were hanging out. Designated “keep an eye on things” and watch out for creeps, which was super validating. 

Went to the great Italian mosque where women had to wear head coverings. I was pre-everything (HRT, surgery, etc) at the time so the coordinator of the trip talked to me about it beforehand. Passed well enough where it wasn’t an issue. 

Also went to the synagogue where they had all the mean wear (Jewish head coverings) I was given one, but my friends told me the rabbi hesitated, like he couldn't tell.

But I was getting pretty wiped by this point so I sat outside for a breather. I'm scared of organized religion #TraumatizedExCatholic

Spent the evenings alone often and worked with trying to get my top surgery consult scheduled. 

The end of the trip was quickly approaching and I realized it didn’t want to come back to the US, not just because Italy is wonderful, but because I’d be coming back to a world of misgendering, discomfort, and depression. 

Obvi I had to go back tho, and here’s where the issues started.

Leaving Italy was fine, no issues there

Had to get my passport checked again when we got to Paris. Customs hesitated but let me through. 

As I was in line to get off the plane, they were checking passports again. The French official took mine and spend a good minute just looking at me back and forth before saying “ah, you got a haircut.” 

I just nodded bc obviously I didn’t want to be detained in Paris. No use in explaining anything. 

When I got to the door, they pulled me aside again for a “random security check.” 

The rest of my class was on the flight already. I was one of the last people in the kiosk to board. 

They went through my luggage—i only had a carry on. The guy checking me seemed to be American 

Swiped by hands for chemicals

Took my passport and asked “are you a girl?” And it was like being punched. 

I said yeah and explained that I’m trans. He just kept asking “so you’re a girl, right? You’re a girl, you’re a girl??”

And I’m like, yeah. Sure. 

So then he goes “no hard feelings, yeah?” And returns my passport. I’m like, yeah. 

Then I board the flight FINALLY 

Got gendered correctly by the flight attendant, which was rad 

Landed in the Atlanta airport, fuck Atlanta. Just generally but I also got “miss” and “ma’am” by security a bunch, which fucking sucked.  

Man FUCK atlanta

Absolutely exhausted at this point so I didn’t even give a fuck

Landed back home and was able to get back

Oh yeah, had my wallet stolen with 80 euro, my military id, covid card, and a bunch of other important stuff, so I couldn’t get back into my dorm.

Fortunately, one of my friends was an RA and able to let me in, so I got back, collapsed in bed at 3 am and woke up abt seven hours later 

and now im a Dude!

[natandacat]

Here is a promise that if this very prestigious university keeps telling me to just drop out since they can't do anything about covid, I am going to make so much noise about it that it will ruin the Dean's holidays :)

[lemonyko0]

Drinking Games - jjk

"you wanna kiss me soooo bad."

» genre: angst, fluff, slight crack

» word count: 1.6k

Drinking Games - jjk

"truth or dare is so lame! play a drinking game, or something." jimin yells entering the master bedroom. the rest of the group settles around the floor and on the bed, lounging around as we all decided to take our little group upstairs to play some games, except no one can agree what to play. "some of us have to be sober enough to drive out of here." eunmi rolled her eyes.

i grinned and nodded along, "some of us simply just don't want to drink that much." i added, leaning into eunmi as she smiled at me.

"or you're just a lightweight who's afraid she'll embarrass herself if she gets drunk." jungkook says coldly with a chuckle from the other side of the room, taking a long sip of the beer in his hand. i stare at him with unamused eyes, before downing the rest of my solo cup and throwing it at him.

"worry about yourself asshat, or do you just flirt like a twelve year old?" eunmi and i crack up at my joke as jungkook gives a raging glare, "don't be so mad jungkookie! not everyone has the confidence to flirt like a normal person-"

"god shut up! the sexual tension in this room is suffocating.” taehyung interrupts, no longer amused. "you hate each other, we get it. how about we play seven minutes in heaven. with this big ass master closet.” he swings the doors open on the master closet, and he was right, it was practically the size of another bedroom. “with one rule." he stops talking and waits for the complaints, but no one objects. "only rule? don't be boring."

everyone nods and sits in the circle, grabbing an empty bottle and placing in the middle, "since jungkook started an argument with y/n, i say he gets to go first."

“great idea!” i raise my new cup to that and jungkook cries.

"what? fuck you that's not-"

"do it pussy." jimin giggles at his friends misfortune. jungkook lets out an angry sigh and spins the bottle hard, leaning back and watching it spin around, "wait what happens if it lands on a guy?"

jimin ticks his head, "re-spin if you're straight." they give awkward looks to each other before the bottle stops, sealing his fate and my doom.

taehyung claps his hands together, "perfect! jungkook and y/n! up and out of here."

"can i count as a dude? re-spin-"

"no, up! you agreed to play." taehyung grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet then towards the closet door.

"you kinda look like a dude, if that makes you feel better." jungkook says before shutting the closet door behind him. i roll my eyes and lean against the wall, looking up at him giving me a weird look.

"what?" i cross my arms.

he chuckles, "nothing. you're just short."

i scrunch my nose and lean towards him, “tall enough to do this.” i flick his forehead and he catches my wrist with a scowl.

"bad girl y/n." i pull my arm away from him and lean back into my corner. "you know, what you said in there actually got me thinking."

i laugh, “you have thoughts? i always thought of your head like a void.”

he drops his eyes as if silently saying seriously? before actually speaking, “you’re actually onto something. you know when i first met you i was speechless. you just thought i was shy, but i really didn't know how to talk to you.”

“speaking to me like a normal human wasn't an option?” i question, skeptical of his story.

“i-it just wasn't that easy! id never been like that before, where i just overthought everything i wanted to say so i couldn't say anything to you.”

i shrug, “i just figured you didn't like me.”

he scratches the back of his neck, “yeah well, now you know that wasn't the case. i-i actually really liked you, and then you made that mean joke about me not being able to talk to women, and i'll be honest, it hurt, since i liked you, so i made a hurtful joke back-”

“yeah the one about me trying to get with a guy who was clearly gay? remember it vividly jeon.”

“anyway, in some contorted way, that became the only comfortable way to talk to you." he takes a step towards me, leaving no room for me to move, “so i know this game is meant for two people to make out or even worse, but maybe you'll take this instead.”

his hand gently grips my chin and he leans down but i quickly push his chest, "you’re off limits jeon, and you've been drinking.” i sigh and he steps back, offended and dejected. “how much longer do we have in here?"

his face turns into one of amusement, “about five, bet i could make you beg for me in four.” he says sleazily, stepping back towards me.

i laugh, and stick my hand out but he holds his ground, leaving my hand against his chest, "away you perv. unless you're going to give a genuine confession or happen to be extremely attractive, i don't put out." i grin.

"i'm not hot to you?!" he practically shouts, giggles erupting from the other side of the door.

i shush him and place a hand on his shoulder, "jungkook, you're embarrassing yourself."

"no y/n you are!” he's a little quieter this time in his declaration, the alcohol clearly showing by now. “i just told you i'm not good with words around you, a-and that i really liked you when i met you and that you were the one that started this annoying bickering and you won't even take me seriously!”

“what do you want me to say? that i'm sorry for making a joke that you chose to keep up with for two years?” i scoff, “takes two to tango, jungkook.”

he groans in annoyance, “god you really are a piece of work. yes! i want an apology. i’m sorry for not being honest earlier and for any harm i caused you.”

i can't decipher his actions tonight, other than the simple solution that liquid courage is the reason he decided to be so honest. i exhale, “i’m sorry too, for making that joke and hurting your feelings. i didnt know how you felt back then, and if i did i wouldn't have said that.”

he nods and thanks me, leaving us to spend the last four minutes in silence until i laugh.

his brows furrow, “what's funny?”

i cover my grin with my hand and shake my head, “nothing, just, remembering back then.” he stares at me, silently encouraging me to continue, “i was wondering why i’d say that to you, and i remember thinking how cute you were when i first met you, and it sucked that you didn't talk to me, so i said that. so if anything, we both wronged each other from the start.”

instead of the actual point of my story, jungkook latches onto this, eyes beaming, “you liked me?!” he says, receiving no answer, “you thought i was cute…”

i roll my eyes, “that's what you got out of that-”

“do you still think i’m cute?” he excitedly asks, staring at me intently.

“i-i would rather not say.”

he scowls at first then smirks, “that means you do.” he lifts his chin in the air, “it's ok y/n, most women can't resist my charm, i wouldn't expect you to be any different.”

i shake my head, fighting a laugh, “whatever, and you don’t still have a thing for me?”

he puffs his chest and crosses his arms, “of course not, it's been two years.”

i nod sarcastically, “hm, okay, so that's why you tried to kiss me earlier?”

he scoffs, “you must be confused, i don't recall.”

“mm okay okay, so if i do this,” i close the gap between us, positioning myself directly in front of him and draping my arms around his neck lazily, one of my hands slowly pulling his head down, “you won't kiss me?”

he blanks for a moment before grinning, “tempting offer.”

i laugh, “you're staring at my lips.”

his eyes shoot up to mine, “only because i’m expecting you to give in, since you wanna kiss me so bad.”

i scoff, “i would have already if i wanted to.”

his eyes glaze back down to my lips and he stares, shaking his head, “god you're fucking annoying.”

i open my mouth to yell at him but he presses his lips against mine before i hey the chance to protest.

the kiss is surprisingly good, feverish but soft, and he pulls away first, looking at me cautiously before he grins, “see? you did wanna kiss me so bad.”

i scoff, “you literally kissed me!”

he mocks my exact words in response and i cut him off, pulling him back in and crashing my lips against his, rough enough to effectively push him against the wall closely behind him.

this time he doesn't hold back, licking at my lips and taking my invitation in when i part them, his hands grabbing at my waist as mine become entangled in his hair.

we stay pressed against each other just like that until loud and constant bangs come from the door, “time is up! get out losers.”

we pull away and stare at each other breathlessly, until i make the first move of backing up and wiping my out, “might wanna fix your hair.” is all i tell him before walking out.

taehyung examines us with surprise, "you didn't tear each others eyes out?" he laughs,

"his cheeks are red as hell." jimin points out.

jungkook wines and hold his face, "it's the liquor."

taehyung scoffs, "if the liquor's name is y/n then i'd believe you."

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phew very old story, hope u enjoyed! have a great day! - ara <3

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[gayfanservice]

My good gremlin as a fellow gremlin I'd like to make a request because it is definitely a very gay kinda day (every day is really),

Consider Tsukishima Kei with a crush on the smartest guy in class, like he gets superior grades beats Tsukki on every test (or at least ties) and instead of like being all bashful about it Tsukishima (ever the salty little rat) just torments his crush calls em nerd and smartass and the like ya feel me?

Hmmmm, I do I do

Tsukishima being a little shit, reader is a little shit, enemies to lovers 😳? Jkjk…. Unless 😳?

*********

Tsukishima smirked as he got his test back, seeing the ‘95%’ at the top of his page. “Wow, Tsukki, you got 95! I only got a 70…” Yamaguchi slumped in his seat before looking over, “(L/N), what did you get?” Tsukishima gritted his teeth as you answered, “Got a hundred.” You said, showing Yamaguchi your page with the ‘100%’ in black ink. You quickly smirked at Tsukishima before looking away, making sure Yamaguchi wouldn’t see you taunting his best friend. The bell rang, signaling lunch has started. Tsukishima packed his bag and stood up, “Aw, Tsukki you didn’t get perfect? Better luck next time.” You waved your wrist at him, “Oh, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand nerd.”

He gritted his teeth as he walked away, Yamaguchi and (unfortunately) you following after him. You all sat in a empty room with your lunches, Yamaguchi sitting beside Tsukishima and you in front of Yamaguchi. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, smart ass?” He sneered, “Tsukki!” Yamaguchi couldn’t believe you were going to fight (fight was an overstatement, more like a squabble between two toddlers) again, “Oh, but if I do who am I going to compare scores to? No ones as smart as you,” You held your head in your hands at you smiled at him, smile turning wider when you saw the faint pink color. “I’m sure lots of people would want to talk to you, you nerds tend to get along well.”

He defended himself turning away from you and focusing on his lunch, “Is that why we get along so well? Maybe we should date!” You said. You stood up, hearing the bell ring over the sound of Yamaguchi and Tsukishima coughing. “Welp, that’s my queue! See you later!” “You bastard,”

——————

“Hey, nerd.” You hummed, not looking up from the book you were reading. “Only nerds read books in class,” He sat down in his seat, “Is that why you’re so fucking stupid?” You cackled to yourself, “Listen here you little-” “Tsukki! (L/N)! Glad to see you’re not fighting for once,” Yamaguchi sat down, looking relieved that his two friends were getting along. “We’re the best of friends, right, Tsukki?” He grinned at you, “I don’t know, you tell me, nerd.” You looked at Yamaguchi, “Well, you heard the man. I’m Tsukki’s new best friend!” You and Yamaguchi laughed, “No, that-” “Good morning, class.” ‘Shit.’

——————

You sat in your seat, scrolling through your phone for something interesting to pop up. You heard noise and looked over to see Tsukishima sit down, Yamaguchi no where to be seen. You waited. ‘Nothing?’ You thought as you looked over at him, seeing his headphones on. “No name calling today, huh?” You said, glancing up and only getting a hum for a reply. You huffed, “Soooo, where’s Yamaguchi?” “Sick,” “Ah,” God, this was more tormenting than anything he’s ever done to you, and he once spilled milk on your homework! You were both 14, you tried holding against him but every time you think back to that moment you can only think about how cute he was when he was mad you were the ‘class pet’.

You slumped down in your seat, tapping your fingers against the desk as the tick of the clock was the only you heard. You looked over, going to say something before you made eye contact with him, which he quickly looked away pretending he was looking at his phone. You smiled, “Your phone is off.” You heard him whisper “Shit!” before quietly laughing to yourself, seeing his ears go red and laughing a bit louder. “Shut up, I wasn’t staring!” He whispered-yelled, “I didn’t say anything,” you put your hands up before quickly covering your mouth with a snort, seeing Tsukishima’s mortified face that he just outed himself. Your laughter came to an end and you leaned over, “Y’know, Tsukki, you ain’t half bad.”

*********

Two gremlins sitting in the dms, five miles apart cause they’re in a pandemic!

[friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n]

Just watched a scary movie…gonna need some fluff. Could you do a short story of the reader (the one I’ve usually asked for) coming on a surprise visit to Wills school (before spring break) only to see him being picked on (obviously not cause he’s gay!) but because they think he’s making the m/n up and he gets so mad that he beats them up! His horns start to come out and his teeth while Will is trying so hard to make him stop. Eventually he does after Will cups his face and calms him down 🥰

A/N - Heck Yes! The idea of this fun, and it’s also probably gonna be a bit violent. (Very sorry for how long this took)

It was a week until Winter break, both you and Will had planned to spend the full time together. Probably plan a few double dates, maybe even triple dates with Mike and El, Johnathan and Nancy.

But being the romantic you self proclaim, you decided to visit Will a week in advance, hoping to surprise him.

You hoped it would work this time, he usually found out anyway, you were terrible at keeping secrets.

The plan was simple.

Have Eddie answer the phone 1 day before your flight and have him say that you had caught a terrible cold so bad, you had lost your voice. Why, Eddie? Cause he was your brother, so it only made sense.

You had Dustin and Mike go over your plan, they helped a lot.

All you had to do was get on that plane, and get to Cali. Which fucking worked. You got to the Byers house and greeted Joyce who was surprised but happy to see you.

You put all your stuff in his room, placing the bags and all your other necessities in it’s usual area, before running back out the house, waving goodbye to Joyce.

It was about a 10 minute run, considering you upped your speed. When you reached Will’s school, your very happy and excited mood changed drastically.

Will seemed to be being yelled, while simultaneously being shoved back and forth between 3 guys. He was bleeding, his cheek bone seemed busted and his lip was broken.

You walked closer, stopping before they could see you. Shocked us an understatement to how you were feeling. Anger too.

“I swear, I’m not lying! My boyfriend does live in another sta- ah!” One of the 3 stooges grabbed his arm and yanked while another kicked his legs out from under him.

“Mother fuckers! Get away from him!” Before Will could recover, you had tackled the one still had a grip on him from pulling his arm.

The back of his head slammed into the concrete with an audible crack. It felt as though you were in a haze. They only thing that your brain was able to register was that Will was being attacked.

The other two grabbed at your arms, and tried to pull you off their critically injured friend.

You pulled your arms in towards you, causing the two to bang their heads on the other. You then forcefully shoved your arms backwards, sending the pricks flying at least 4 feet.

You rammed your fists into the unconscious boys head, blood spluttering from his face and covering your shirt.

Will kept calling your name, only for his pleas to fall on death ears. He noticed that your horns had started to protrude from your head and that your skins was differing in colour.

He stood up quickly, running over to you. He wrapped his arms around our middle, trying his hardest to pull you from the limp body.

“Y/N! Calm down! Your fucking scaring me!” Your movements ceased, staring down at the bloody male.

“You okay Will?” Your voice was small, scared even.

“Let’s go Y/N. I don’t want you to get in trouble, or arrested.” Will let go of your torso and instead grabbed your forearm, tugging lightly.

You stood up, Will grabbed his back and you both just walked to his house, in ear piercing silence.

It started to snow as you got to his block. You didn’t really mind, you were to scared of what Will would do.

Would he want to break up? What if he said he was scared of you? What if he told Eddie? Or his siblings?

You hadn’t realised you were sitting on his bed in his room, you didn’t have a shirt on and Will was cleaning the blood off your face.

“Will, I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have attacked those guys, especially in front of you. It was wrong, and probably really stupid too. I got so angry though and I’m sorry.” Will lifted your face so your eyes would meet his.

“Calm down, y/n, I know you were defending me. I also know you got so angry, that your skin turned a different colour and your horns started to show. You’re lucky all three were unconscious and I was the only other person there.”

“I know, I’m sorry Will.”

“I know, I know. Are you okay, y/n/n? Your hands must be sore.”

“They sting a little, but I guess I’m okay. Why- why were those guys pushing you around, though?”

“I told them about you, cause El brought you up. She asked when you’d come around again. This girl, Angela overheard and asked, so I told her and she didn’t believe me. She kind of told the whole school and that’s why those three guys were pushing me around.”

“You want me to beat her up? Or no more violence?”

“No more violence.” Will held your hands, still in the process of cleaning them off. “Let’s get you cleaned up, we’ll eat, and then cuddle the rest of the day.”

“Okay Will.” You gave him a fond smile, your cheeks glowing with warmth.

“Go to the bathroom and have a shower, I’ll get you clothes and a towel.”

“Cuddles.” You groaned, making granny hands at Will, who was seated at his desk, eating his food.

“When I finish eating, we can cuddle and I’ll give all the kisses you want, but let me eat please.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms and scrunched your nose.

“Grumpy dork.” Will laughed.

Unwilling, you smiled, avoiding looking at him, not wanting to admit he was right.

“Cmon, we can cuddle on the couch and watch some Carebears.”

You immediately jumped of the bed, running towards his bedroom door. You bounced lightly on the heel of you foot waiting for him to stand up.

“I knew you liked Carebears, but not this much.” He laughed, grabbing his plate of food and walking towards the lounge room.

“I love them, but I also love cuddles.” You followed him very close behind, barely missing his heels with your feet.

“I swear, you’re like a cat and a dog being housed in the same body.”

“Okay, but, to be fair, I’m your favourite cat dog, person.”

“That you are y/n/n.”

Will placed his food on the coffee table, waving hi to his mom. Mrs. Byers already knew what happened. It’s not like you could’ve hidden all the blood from her.

Luckily she understood, surprisingly, and continued with work. “Lay down, your to big to lay on me.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, falling backwards into the couch and shuffling to get comfortable. Will climbed and straddled you stomach, before lying down and pressing the right side of his face into your chest.

“Your butts sticking up.”

“Cuddle, and watch Carebears. Don’t need to look at my butt.”

“Sorry.” You placed your arms on his back, effortlessly pulling him closer to you.

“It’s fine Grumpy cat.”

<3

[theramenbandit]

20 and 59 for the mashup au prompts. Any pairing that strikes your fancy :)

From this post here 

Describe how I’ll combine them: Co-teachers to lovers via secret admirer shenanigans.

“And don’t forget, project drafts are due next Thursday.”

So far, so good, Lena thinks as she gathers up her belongings and heads out the door of her first class of the day. She likes it here in Midvale. It’s a lot slower, a lot quieter, a lot--

Force, mass, velocity, something bumps into her hard.

“Oh shoot! I am so sorry. Here…” 

The woman who apparently was the thing that bumped into her bends down and picks her things up off the floor. 

Lena is, of course, properly miffed and halfway to a firm scolding until the woman straightens up again and Lena forgets how talking works for a moment.

Her hair is flowing in golden locks and the bluest eyes she had ever seen are looking at her from behind dark-rimmed glasses.

“Wait, you’re the new girl, right? Lena from Metropolis?” 

“Yes,” Lena clears her throat. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Sorry about that,” the woman says nervously. “Let me make it up to you. Lunch in the hall at lunchtime?”

Lena should say no. She’s not here to make friends. But the blonde is cute and her shoulders are...nice. So…

“Okay.”

“Okay.” 

The blonde gives her a thumbs up and turns to leave, but quickly turns around and jogs back to where Lena is standing mutely. 

“It’s Kara, by the way.” She extends a hand towards Lena in introduction. “Kara Danvers. I teach English.”

Ao3

Kara Danvers takes it upon herself to be Lena from Metropolis’ first ever official work friend.

-

Lena loses a fight with the coffee maker. She’d been having a bad day already, see. Her mother had called this morning, so naturally, by the time the damn machine stopped working, she was on the brink of tears. 

“Hey there, is everything alright?” Kara asks cautiously as she walks into the break area. 

“Everything is fucking dandy, thanks.” Lena growls, angrily swiping a hand at her eyes.

“Whoa, okay… You know, Noonan’s is right over there and your next class isn’t til 3, we could--”

“How did you know that?”

Kara casually points to the schedule on the board behind her.

Lena only growls again.

“Okay, you’re really wound up. Come on, a walk could do you some good.”

Kara learns that Lena is here as a middle school science teacher because she wants to prove something to her mother. And the pressure is getting to her.

“Sometimes you don't have to do amazing, just have to do your best.” Kara says reasonably. “Look, you're great and your students love you. So don't worry about what your mother says. Judge your work by the proper standard or... something.”

Lena chuckles at that. Kara was probably right. 

"Thank you. I… I really needed that." 

Kara nods sagely and continues to sip at her iced coffee. "What are friends for?" 

-

The note is simple and plain and handwritten and she has absolutely no idea what it means. Or who it’s from, for that matter.

It’s, well... It’s notes. The note contains notes. That much she can suppose from the five lines and the G-clef and the black dots staring back at her. She looks around for anyone who might have left it there by accident, but she’s alone in the faculty room. What’s more, the note is wedged between the pages of her lesson plan for today, the only thing currently lying on her desk. Frowning, she looks back down at the small piece of paper and shoves it into one of her drawers. She’ll decide what to do with it later.

-

The note notes are piling up now and she thinks this might be something worth investigating. She'd gotten three more over the last week, each with the same handwriting and the same paper, but the notes on the staff (she does know some things) seemed to be different every time. She lines them up in order of the dates she got them and squints intensely at them, daring the offending dots to tell her what the hell is going on. 

-

Kara's eyes widen in horror when she walks into the faculty room and sees Lena glaring at the notes. 

Her notes. 

She quickly makes to get out again but Lena's already seen her. 

"Kara, hey!" 

Shit. 

"Hi, what's up?" the blonde responds, her voice suddenly pitchy. 

"Can you help me figure this out?" She scoots over as Kara leans into her space and over her desk. 

"Oh, they're notes," Kara tries nonchalantly. 

"I can see that," Lena deadpans. "Notes to what?" 

"Ehm, well this is a G, and this is a D… That's an E minor… It's a song."

Lena fights the urge to dramatically roll her eyes. "Do you know what song it is?" 

Dammit, this is wonderful. 

"It could be any song, Lena." 

She's still trying to dodge it but Lena is adamant. And Kara doesn't want to lie, but she doesn't want to be found out, either. 

"Uh... I could play it and maybe we can figure it out?" 

"Okay, let's try that." 

-

The music room is empty, much to Kara's eternal chagrin, so she and Lena walk up to the piano and she starts to play the notes that Lena holds up in front of her. 

"It's Elvis," Kara says simply. 

Lena soon recognizes the tune and starts to hum along with the keys. Just then, Kara slowly looks up from her seat and is mesmerized by the sight: the light is hitting Lena's face just so, illuminating the lines of her jaw, the curve of her lips, the dark red of her hair. She wishes she could stay in this moment forever. And if Lena were paying attention, she would notice that Kara wasn't even looking at the notes anymore. She was playing by heart. 

"Oh, that's sweet," Lena whispers when the tune is done. "And you never told me you could play." 

"My dad taught me the basics. The rest I figured out myself," Kara says quietly. 

"Aren't you full of surprises?" 

-

"It might be Mike, you know, that guy from the marching band? He is objectively good looking." 

"He chews with his mouth open." 

"Ooh, could it be Jack from phys ed?" He walks around with a guitar most Fridays." 

"Lena, Jack is so gay for the bar owner and you know it." 

"Well, who could it be?" 

Me, Kara wants to say. But she doesn't. She doesn't want to make things weird. 

They're sitting on the bleachers during the afternoon break, Lena leaning into her side munching on the donuts Kara had gotten for them. It wasn't hard for them to fall into this sort of easy companionship. Kara was open and friendly, and Lena, once her walls had gone down, was sharp and fascinating. And Kara fears that the feelings she's developed might ruin whatever this was that they had. So instead of being honest with herself, she just shrugs and bites sullenly into her own donut. 

"It could be anyone." 

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People are starting to notice how often they are together, start talking about how cute they look next to each other. And so people waste no time in throwing them into each other's paths, especially since prom is three days away. 

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“Come ON, Lena!” Kara yells as she grabs Lena’s hand and drags her to the dance floor. Lena tries her best until she isn’t so much trying as she is struggling to keep up with Kara, who seems to have only got more hyper as the night wore on. But the joy on her face is infectious, and honestly, if she got to see this every day, Lena wouldn’t mind.

The song ends and the band’s vocalist approaches the mic.

"Hey, hey, everybody, y’all having a good time?” 

The crowd whoops in affirmation. 

“Alright! Well I think it’s about the proper hour, so we’re gonna slow things down a bit starting with a classic.” 

The opening strains of a piano-driven ballad fill the air, and Kara politely extends a hand towards Lena.

Lena accepts.

Wise men say only fools rush in / But I can’t help falling in love with you

The world around them dissolves as they sway together, Kara’s hand gentle against the small of Lena’s back, Lena’s arm reaching up behind Kara’s shoulder. 

“It’s Elvis,” Kara whispers against her hair.

“It was you,” Lena chuckles in response.

“You knew?” Kara says as she draws back to look at her.

“No. But I was kinda hoping.” She smiles warmly and Kara has never seen anything more beautiful in her life.

“You’re not mad?”

“Darling, why would I be mad?” Lena lifts her hand to brush it across Kara’s cheek. “You had me at Oh Shoot."

Kara laughs as she ducks her head in embarrassment and Lena cannot help but join her. 

"I'd really like to kiss you right now."

"Please do."

[mizunetzu]

Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

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40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

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(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-“ Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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Jdjdjejejc this was real fun to write HAHAHAHA I’m lowkey proud of it

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★ Sincerely, Lee Know | Ver. 01

★ Summary: In an alternate universe where Lee Minho AKA Lee Know is a sassy blogger. You get to see with your very own eyes everything he documents on his blog, whether that's his thoughts on a recent movie he had just watched, his experience eating at Taco Bell for the first time, or the bitch he almost had to fight, Lee Minho will stop at nothing to get his points across.

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Hi, my name is Lee Know, or I guess if we're getting personal here: Lee Minho. Although I prefer Lee Know because people always get me confused with the actor Lee Minho.

I rant and complain A LOT, but I don't think I need to tell you that, because you'll be finding it out for yourself later. But I have the mouth the size of the pacific ocean, and holding back is the last thing Lee Know does. So if you're a sensitive little bitch, then do not continue any further. If you still do and proceed to come for me, then well... that's between you and god.

More about myself? Well... I'm just your average everyday guy, but better. I like to listen to music and dance on my free time. And when I'm not doing that, then I usually hang out with my crew. They can be real idiotic and sometimes I wonder why am I even putting myself through their shit, but they are the real homies. Have been with me since forever and I know they will always have my back, so watch out.

Why I started this blog? Well, funny story. I got into an argument with Chan one day, btw shoutout to @christopherbangcorner go follow and like his stuff. I know he told me to not tell anyone about his blog but I could give two shit. Anyways, we were arguing and he said to me "You run that mouth of yours so much, why don't you put it to good use for once." so here I am. So if you're interested, keep reading. If you're just coming here to hate on me, then well... that's going to be difficult because I'm quite a likable person if I say so myself. I'm just kidding... ish.

Anyways. That's that. Proceed with caution!

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rant #1 2:35 p.m.

I swear, hoes these days be thirsty asf. Me and Hyunjin just wanted to go to the convenience store to get some things Chan's lazy ass ordered us to, and we legit got followed the whole way there. ARE PEOPLE LITERALLY THAT JOBLESS! Leave us alone next time or don't say I didn't warn you when I whip out my asian slipper and slap every one of you so hard you're going to regret ever meeting me in this lifetime. And like, aren't you guys supposed to be in class right now? Go back, Jesus. Bet every one of y'all are failing. How would your mothers feel if she knows you're ditching class to go chase some dicks.

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Yo, I just suddenly remembered the rudest customer I ever had. So I used to work at this Boba shop during my high school days, and this motherfucker with his cupcake shaped hair jimmy neutron looking ass came in and started yelling at me for getting his order wrong. Like bro... why you tryna fight a 16 year old about a $4 drink. Chill tf out. There are children dying in Africa. Now that I think about it, 16 year old me was on some adult shit. 22 year old me now would've spit in his drink.

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Learn to wear a goddamn mask. I will not repeat myself. You ain't no Rosa Parks, you just a stupid headass. Do all these people really think they're doing sum?

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[bleep-bleep-richie]

part one

part two

He's not panicking.

Just because he knows Eddie had court at 9am and they had plans to talk at lunch, and it's now 7pm and he still hasn't called.

Nope, definitely not panicking.

He isn't pacing the apartment either. No, he's just taking a leisurely stroll back and forth across his living room. There's just nothing good on TV. He isn't panicking, there's no reason to panic.

He had texted him at 1 and, after getting no answer, again at 5. He picks his phone up where he'd thrown it not even five minutes ago face down on the couch. He swipes his way to his messages.

Nothing.

He clicks "💖Edwardo💖" and scrolls through their messages from the last couple days. He sighs and clicks the text box.

Hey, I'm gonna stay up until I hear from you, so call me whenever.

He sends it and throws the phone to the side, collapsing against the back of his sofa. He picks up his laptop, clicks on the video chat app, and stares at the stupid picture Eddie had chosen as his icon. The edge of his mouth lifts in spite of the sick churning in his stomach. "Eddie fucking Kaspbrak," he mumbles with a shake of his head. He's still looking at Eddie's picture when he starts to doze off.

He has no idea how much time has gone by when he's woken up by the sound of a call coming through his computer. His vision's blurry, he pushes his glasses back up on his face, and sees Eddie's smile way too close to the camera. He accepts the call. "What the fuck, man?"

"Richie!" Eddie cries. "Did I wake you? You said you were staying up."

Richie stretches and yawns before picking the laptop up and putting it on his coffee table. "Guess I fell asleep." He narrows his eyes. "Where are you?"

"Out! With Matt!"

Richie wants to ask who the hell Matt is but the camera is on the guy before he gets the chance.

"Look, Matt, it's my boyfriend," he hears Eddie say, "the guy I was telling you about!"

Richie has a moment of disconnect. "Uh," he says cleverly.

Matt leans closer. "Wait, holy shit, you really are Richie Tozier." He grins. "When Eddie said he was dating a celebrity, I didn't believe him."

"Fuck you!"

"Uh, hi?" Richie says. He's still reeling from 'boyfriend' and 'dating.' "Sorry, who are you again?"

Eddie turns the phone back, his face swims into view unsteadily. "My new manager! I hired him last week, he's gonna manage the New York branch when I leave."

"Okay, you're screaming."

"I'm celebrating!" he yells, raising a glass. He knocks it back and drains it to prove his point.

It's loud, Richie can hear the sounds of other people talking and laughing. He guesses they're in a bar. "Can you go outside or something? I can barely hear you."

Eddie's nodding as he gets to his feet. "Shit, yeah, sorry," he says when he swallows. "Matt, I'll be right back."

"Take your time, boss. Nice to meet you, Mr. Tozier!"

Richie makes a face. "Did he just call me Mister Tozier?"

Eddie laughs. He leans against the cool bricks of the building once he gets outside. "Yeah, he's like that."

"So," Richie starts after a beat, "how'd it go?"

"Oh! We found a place!"

"A place?"

"Yeah, an office building," Eddie replies excitedly. "Matt found it on the computer. And! He put up an ad for people to email me their resumes. It was so much easier than I was making it, big shocker there, right."

Richie tilts his head for a second. "That's fantastic, Eds, but what about court?"

"Oh, oh! Richie!" Eddie's smile splits his face. "She signed the papers! She dropped everything she was asking for, a share in the company, all the alimony. She told me on the way out it's because she's already engaged, and all I could think was 'that poor schmuck." He laughs, open and cheerful. Richie doesn't know if he's ever seen him so happy.

"Wow, that's awesome. Congratulations."

Something in his voice must give him away. Eddie's eyes soften and his smile fades. "Oh, Rich, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to call. I was just so excited to get everything done, we worked right through lunch. I'm booking a flight to LA tomorrow. Richie, we're going to he together before the end of the week." His eyes are so bright and happy, Richie wants to drown himself in them.

"That's- Wow, Eds, that's amazing." He pauses. "You're amazing." Eddie's eyes start to water and Richie figures he must be way drunker than he's letting on. "Wait, how are you video chatting from your phone?"

Eddie blinks. "Oh, there's an app for it."

"Yes, I know there's an app for it. How in the hell did you know there was an app for it? The only app you have on your phone is a calculator."

"Matt downloaded it for me. I saw your text and mentioned I needed to call you, so he showed me how to do it."

"That's great," Richie says flatly. "Matt's great."

"Yeah, he really is a whiz at the technology stuff."

"That's what happens when you hire a 20 year old."

"He's 25." He considers Richie a moment. "Wait, what was that?"

"What was what?"

Eddie eyes him. "That tone was hostile and, like, jealous. Are you-"

"I'm definitely not jealous."

Eddie's eyes widen. "You're lying! That's your lying face!"

"I have a lying face?" Richie asks, raising his eyebrows.

"You do, and you're making it right now. Why would you be jealous of Matt?"

"I'm not!" he protests. He sighs. "I dunno, man, it's just like, the most important day of your life and that's who you're celebrating with."

"Richie," Eddie says. His voice is gentle, like trying to coax a wild animal into a cage. It makes Richie want to punch a wall at how ridiculously easy it is for Eddie to turn him to mush. "I would rather celebrate with you than anyone in the world. But, baby, you're not here."

Richie's mind short circuits so hard over the word 'baby' that it takes him a full 30 seconds to process the rest of that sentence. He scoffs a laugh, completely humorless. "Yeah, and whose fault is that?"

Eddie's face crumbles and he looks down and away from the camera, like he's ashamed. Like Richie is embarrassing him.

He instantly feels like a jackass. "I'm sorry, Eds, I'm not trying to rain on your parade. I was just worried, when you didn't call."

"I said I was sorry. I got busy."

"I texted you three times," Richie replies. He feels like a petulant housewife who spent all day cooking a dinner that her husband never came home to eat. He guesses that's exactly how he sounds, too.

Eddie turns his sad eyes on Richie. "I didn't even look at my phone until like fifteen minutes ago. I called as soon as I saw them."

"I know, I know." He shakes his head. "'I'm sorry, 'm being a dick."

Eddie smirks. "Imagine that."

Richie breathes out his nose and wills himself not to be angry. Always understanding, never upset. Always with a joke but never with a complaint. How he's been all year, all his life with Eddie, if he's honest with himself. Never too emotional or serious, just in case it overwhelms. "I'll let you get back. Just let me know when you book your flight, I'll clean the guest room."

"The guest room?" Eddie's face falls. "I have to sleep in my own room? You're that mad that I forgot to call?"

"No, it's not- I just didn't want to assume-"

"Or is it because I'm out with Matt?" Eddie continues like Richie hadn't even spoken. "Because I barely even know him, Rich. I was just in a good mood and we both needed to eat. It doesn't- I don't know if he's even gay."

Richie feels green. "He's cute," he says neutrally. "He's there. You're drunk."

"Richie."

He shakes his head, rubs his palms against the denim on his knees. "I know, I know. I'm being stupid because I miss you and I missed today and I- I'm sorry."

Eddie eyes go big and wistful. "I would never- Rich, I've spent the entire time since I've met him waxing poetic about you. Besides business shit, you're the only thing we've talked about. He's probably getting sick of it, honestly."

The sudden leap of his stomach makes him want to puke. "It's okay, Eds, you don't have to-"

"Richie," Eddie cuts him off. He pulls the phone closer to his face. "Richie, I'm crazy about you. You know, sometimes-" He laughs, blushes, glances away for a second. Richie wants to look at him forever. "Somtimes after we hang up, I jerk off to the memory of the sound of your voice. It's kind of pathetic. I'm completely gone on you, is the point I'm making."

"I-" he stops himself. He'd sworn at least a hundred times over the passed year that he wasn't going to say it until Eddie is in front of him. And he's going to keep that promise. "You're- you're everything, sweetheart. I- You know how I feel about you, don't you, Eddie?"

Eddie's smile is blinding. "Yeah, I think you waiting on me for almost a year while I got my shit together is a pretty big clue."

Richie grins back.

"I have to go settle the tab," Eddie says after a moment.

"You could call me," Richie tells him, "when you get back to your room. Jerk off to my actual voice, instead of the memory. I could say something worth jerking off to."

Pink rises on Eddie's cheekbones and flushes down onto his neck, right where Richie wants to bite him. "Thanks, now I have to go back in there at half mast."

"Oh, you are so very welcome. No need to thank me. The pleasure's all mine, really." The sad thing is, he isn't lying. Nothing gets him going faster than the mere idea that Eddie wants him. The evidence of it, the confession, has him rock hard in his pants already.

"You're insufferable."

"Insatiable, Edward. The word is insatiable."

Eddie rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "I'm going to call you in 45 minutes," he promises.

Richie nods. "I'll have my script ready. The never ending list of things I'd do to corrupt the pure and innocent Eddie Kaspbrak."

"Insufferable!" He pauses, still smiling even though he's griping. "45 minutes."

"I'll be here, Eds." He flushes with the honesty of it. "I'll always be here."