#so!!! we are hanging out thursday at his place and hes gonna show me movies that I should have seen a long time ago

[bucket-o-slime]

okay!!!

[astrangelady]

“You look nauseous,” Derek says, interrupting Stiles’ imploding thoughts.

“I’m not, just stressed,” Stiles says. It’s Thursday and they just finished their last period. Scott left early for his trip to Palm Springs, so it’s just him and Derek at his locker.

“Isn’t the stress supposed to hit before midterms, not after them?” Derek teases and Stiles huffs.

“I can get stressed anywhere, anytime. It’s my superpower” Stiles grumbles, entering his locker combination. He gets it wrong the first time and shakes the lock in frustration.

Derek’s hand rests on his shoulder and squeezes. “Hey, take a breath,” He says evenly. “You can talk to me.”

No. No, he can’t. Because the idea of talking to Derek about Elliot makes him want to vomit and scream and rip his own face off.

“It’s that guy,” Derek guesses. “The one you like.”

There’s this clipped tone in Derek’s voice as he says it. Stiles doesn’t have the mental wherewithal to analyze it right now.

“Yeah,” Stiles says, sounding defeated as he manages to get his locker open. “I uh… I finally texted him Monday night and it’s been great, but it’s also been shitty because I… I can’t talk to anyone about it.”

Derek stares, this pinched look on his face as he watches Stiles get his things ready to go home. Or rather go to The Roast, now that school is over.

“What?” Stiles asks, paranoid that Derek is just staring.

Finally, something clicks in Derek’s eyes, and his eyebrows furrow. “He’s eight years older than you,” Is all Derek says.

“Huh?”

“Monday night, you asked me if eight years was a big deal for an age gap. This guy you like is… twenty-five ?”

Why does Stiles feel ashamed all of a sudden? He thought he had come to terms with Elliot’s age. He’s 25. Who cares? Stiles doesn’t and that’s all that should matter.

“Yeah and I’m almost 18 and in college. It's not that big of a deal. I mean, no one bats an eye at a 30-year-old being with someone who’s 38.”

“But you’re not 30, you’re 17,” Derek says and he looks like he’s working through something in his own mind as he says it. “He’s older than Ms. Blake.”

“You haven’t even met him, you don’t get to judge,” Stiles says, shutting his locker with more force than normal and crossing his arms.

“Okay. Then let me meet him. Let’s go to The Roast. He works there, right?”

Stiles scoffs. “You have practice.”

“No, I don’t. We never have practice the Thursday before fall break,” Derek says, a big fat smirk on his face.

“You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?”

Ugh, it turns out Derek Hale can still be infuriating.

“I don’t know,” Stiles snaps. “Fine. We’ll go.”

“Great,” Derek says. “All I need is my shit.”

They stop by Derek’s locker, ignoring all the looks along the way. People still aren’t used to them being friends, but at least no one is gonna bother to interfere. Derek Hale is untouchable and can do what he wants, and if he wants to be Stiles’ friend, everyone has to just begrudgingly accept it and move on.

Derek insists on them driving there together. The Roast is in the opposite direction of Derek’s house, so according to him, it makes more sense for them to drive together because Derek can just drop Stiles back off at the high school since it will be on the way home for him.

Great. So now Stiles is going to be in Derek’s shiny black car, with a touch screen on the console and vegan leather seats, and it all looks like it could be in a James Bond movie.

It also just feels like something people dating would do. Derek even opens the door for Stiles and it’s all too much and it’s all wayyy too confusing.

Here’s Derek Hale, the straight guy Stiles could never have, opening doors and driving Stiles to the coffee shop where the guy he actually can have is going to be working.

“Derek, let’s just hang out at your place, we don’t have to-”

“We’re going in. We don’t have to stay long,” Derek says. They’re parked on the street outside Roast. Stiles feels petrified. He’s afraid of what Derek will think and what Derek will do. Maybe he’ll think Stiles is gross and awful like the pervy guys at school who say salacious things about Ms. Blake.

“Just-” Stiles has no other arguments. He’s here, Derek’s determined to at least go inside. He might as well get it over with. “Fine.”

[raebayhc]

Girls Night Out

warnings: implied virgin, fingering, lesbian implied, bi implied, public sex, smut, fluff, angst

word count: 2164

summary: you along with your groups of friends decide to have a girls' night for the first time in a while, things get heated and your friends end up taking turns using your body.

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It was a Thursday night and you along with the other ladies who went to the same college as you decided to go out and have a girls’ night. Yall planned on going to see a movie, going out for drinks, then finally retiring to Sasha’s barn where yall planned to stay up late telling spooky stories trying to freak one another out. Normally you wouldn’t agree to something like this because socially you were a lost cause, you had many friends and were very close to them. However, when it came to hanging out in large groups and even going out in public with the group, that’s when you started to get anxious. Your friends always had your back though and you knew that. Ultimately you decide not to fret too much and just have fun.

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It was the beginning of a very long night, you and pieck were roommates so yall got ready at the same time and left together to meet everyone else at the theatre. On the ride there pieck looked over to you and broke the silence- “if it becomes too much just let me know, I’m good to go home anytime.. Okay darling?” she patted your thigh and you nodded waiting for her warm hand to leave its place. It never did. She kept her hand on your thigh occasionally tapping to the beat of the music she turned on after yall briefly spoke. You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you peered out the window. Nobody within the group of friends knew you swung that way you wouldn’t dare tell them fearing the absolute worst. You knew they would love you no matter what and you never thought they would say anything hurtful but you still kept your little secret to yourself.

Piecks hand remained on you the whole car ride to the theatre. When yall arrived you hopped out of the car with intent... That intent being getting away from under piecks touch as you know you wouldn’t be able to hide your heavy breath for much longer. You played it off as getting “all excited” about seeing the movie when you really just wanted to escape. You waited as pieck slowly gathered her items and met you outside the car, yall then proceeded to walk through the glass doors into the theatre where the rest of the girls were already waiting.

“Yo what took yall so long??” Sasha said while stuffing her face full of popcorn. “Yeah, we thought we were gonna miss the movie because of you two” Ymir followed, whilst rolling her eyes. You look around to check everyone out, Historia and Ymir were clinging together, as usual, Sasha and Mikasa playing “hot hands” in the corner. You laughed as Mikasa gagged after Sasha got butter all over her hands. Pieck walked off to go meet hitch at the counter to get some candy. You giggled to yourself and told the girls that the movie was going to start soon and yall should probably head to yalls seats.

Finally, in yalls seats waiting for the movie to begin, you were sat between Sasha and Mikasa. You were definitely closer to these two than you were anyone else. Yall had been a trio since fourth grade and nothing could ever split yall apart. Nothing. All of the ladies were quite touchy with each other, it was all platonic of course. Why wouldn’t it be? Sasha snatched your right hand and hugged your shoulder burying her nose in the crook on your neck as a monster popped out at the screen. “Why would you choose a horror movie when you can't handle them” you whispered to Sasha to which she replied “because I like the way it makes me feel y/n, I get all tingly and itchy” you rolled your eyes holding back a chuckle so you wouldn’t disturb the others during the quiet scene.

You felt a slight tug at your left hand as Mikasa habitually grabs your hand. She tends to do that when she has nothing to do with her hands, it “helps her stay focused” she has explained to you a million times. Between Sashas breath on your neck and Mikasa drawing circles on your hand with her index you couldn’t help but squirm. You go to whisper something about the movie to Mikasa when she goes to do the same, your faces come within an inch of each other, noses barely touching you feel her breath out her nose as it fans across your lips. Your face turns bright pink as you halt in surprise. “I wanted to point out that actor….. Since we’ve spoken about them before…” she spoke softly. You replied with a small “me too…”. Yall have yet to part until you are broken up by screams as the movie takes a turn and Sasha yanks your arm “AHHHHH Y/N HELP!!!!!” Sasha screams in a high-pitched tone. You turn breaking your eye contact with Mikasa “Sasha! Be quiet we arent the only ones here!” you jab at her as you apologetically smile at the others in the theatre. You momentarily forgot about the moment you and Mikasa had until she takes her hand and places it on the back of your neck. Thumb swiping up and down, she pulls you a bit closer to whisper “awfully close weren’t we…” she lets that sentence linger before playfully giggling and removing her hand from your nape.

The movie was finally over and you were one of the last to leave your seat, since you decided to pick up all the popcorn Sasha had dropped after one of the jumpscares, you stand up, lifting your arms towards the ceiling, stretching and letting out a soft moan. You felt hands slither from the small of your back to the front of your hips “wow y/n, you have a hot moan. Whoever sleeps with you must be lucky” Ymir says before shifting you to the side to make way for her and historia. “Ugh, Ymir how many times do I have to tell you it’s not ladylike to talk about such things so casually” “I know I know I’m sorry... But it had to be pointed out” Ymir shrugged “she does have a point y/n.. You have an attractive voice it makes sense your moans would be..” historia pitches in and she looks you up and down before continuing “h o t” she lingers on the t a bit before moving on. You could feel your arousal pooling. The ladies seem different tonight... Maybe it’s just you... Maybe it’s not... They walk out and you follow suit.

You decide to ride with hitch since yall haven’t spoken a lot tonight, you ask her about life and she goes on to rant about her boyfriend noting that he’s not good in bed and she hates his haircut, she finishes her rant off with “ugh maybe I should just switch to girls! You’d date me right y/n?” you pause for a moment then reply with a simple “who wouldn’t!” a simple sentence yet complex at the same time. She turns to you and examines your face “you know I think id be a top if I were with a girl… in fact, you’d make a perfect bottom for me..” her eyes linger a bit too long, your skin crawling whilst illuminated by the red light yall were stopped at. It flashes green and her eyes return to the road “of course if I was single and into girls hahaha” she plays it off.

Yall arrive at the bar shortly after Sasha and Mikasa who had taken the same car and followed by Ymir who carpooled with historia. Mikasa and Sahsa hand out everyone’s paper wristbands, Sasha stops in front of you takes your hand, and putting it on for you. She didn’t do it for anyone else… just you. You decided you were overthinking and you moved on, walking into the club you were bombarded with loud music busybodies and the smell of alcohol. You were stressed, so many people, so many noises, so many smells. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Pieck noticed your uneasiness and placed her hand on the small of your back, she led you to a dark hallway filled with heavy pheromones and kissing partners, past that was a bathroom to which she leads you, pushed you in, followed after you, and locked the door. “Wh-” pieck covered your mouth with a single finger, “I noticed your stress, we can leave if you need y/n” a look of sorrow on her face. “No I’m fine it was just a lot at once I’m sorry, I’m okay now” you push out with a soft smile. Her body moving closer to you she wraps an arm around you pulling you closer “baby… tell me if you need anything, mmkay?” she purrs into your neck giving it a soft peck. Your arousal beginning to pool again you squeeze your thighs.

She excuses herself letting you go and leaving the bathroom. Turning around to face the mirror you scold yourself for acting the way you are when your friends are just being nice, they’d probably feel so grossed out if they knew your cunt was getting all nice and soaked for them, you thought. “Maybe I just need to relieve some stress… yeah that's all it is… built-up stress…” you hiked up the mini skirt that you decided to wear today above your hips and you pulled your new pink lace panties to the side. Beginning to slide your fingers over your unclothed clit the door rattles “hey bear, pieck said you weren’t feeling well so I brought you a dri-” historias sentence is cut short when she looks up to see you sitting on the counter sprawled open like a book. “I’m so so-” you begin before she hurriedly shuts and locks the door behind her.

“I- i- can explain-” she cuts you off before you get a chance to explain “oh bear..” a slight purr in her voice “who knew you had such a perfect pussy?.. All this time you’ve been hiding it from me?” she pouts, you’ve never seen her act this way much less talk this way before. Shocked by her actions you freeze, she steps closer and peers up into your eyes, lifting a hand to show she has her pinky and index slightly bent, she speaks “..may I?” if this was any other night you would freak out, apologize, get dressed quickly and leave, but for some reason you cant. “Please do” a slight whininess in your voice. Taking her ring and middle finger she traces a line from your entrance to your clit making you twitch once she reaches the small bud. She chuckles a bit and continues, pushing her middle finger into you, slowly but surely, you lay your head back resting it on the mirror. A low groan leaves her throat as you tighten around her finger “y/n… can I ask you a question? Hmm?” “nghh yes” you manage to push out through cries and moans. “You’re a virgin aren’t you, bear? Nobody has ever touched this perfect little body. Nobody has ever stuck their fingers in you either, huh?” you nod trying to keep sane while her pace quickens, you squint your eyes shut forcing tears out and down the sides of your face. Your response influenced her as she moved faster prodding another finger at your entrance and pushing it in with her other. “Ahh fuck ‘ri’” RI was a name you’ve called her since yall first met, originally made because you couldn’t remember her full name but it kind of just stuck throughout the years. “I’m gonna- I think I’m g-” cut off by the feeling of her warm tongue prodding your clit, dangerously licking and lapping, boy did she know how to please, and that she did. “RI oh shit” you grab a fistful of her hair as your orgasm hits, continuing to finger fuck you and lightly lick your sensitive bud she helps you ride out your high. “..- first, right?” you couldn’t make out what she said through your hazy mindset “what RI?” she repeats “I was your first, right??” you nod with lazy eyes, she smiles a big smile then gives you a sloppy kiss, you groan into her lips.

She cleans you up then helps you off the counter. Now realizing what had just happened you panic pushing out a quick “oh my goodness ri I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to put you in that position” she chuckles “don’t worry bear there are plenty of other positions I plan to have you in” before you could really digest that she tugs at your wrist leading you out to the main hallway and back to your groups of friends. The night has only begun….

THE END Pt. 1

this is my first fanfic ever so I'm sorry if it's bad!! I will continue to improve trust me! also, this will be a multi-part series so stay updated!

[tonystarksfavoritedaughter]

Crazy Rich Avengers

Chapter 1:

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for a little over 6 months and have not yet met the Avengers. You were getting curious as to when you would meet them, until you get an invitation from Tony Stark himself, inviting you and Peter to Wanda and Vision’s wedding in Hawaii over Spring Break. You thought that it would be nice to go and finally meet everyone, but what will you think after you’ve been tested by the team?

*Based on the movie Crazy Rich Asians, each chapter will be a different scene from the movie. There will be 15 chapters. Also includes a GIF from the movie scene at the beginning of each chapter.

A/N: I’ve had this series planned for a little while now, and I just got this chapter done and edited and I feel really good about it. I didn’t know if anyone would want to read this until I posted about it yesterday and got some really good feedback, so thank you all who liked it and asked to be on the taglist so much! This chapter is the first scene of the movie, just some things are switched up to fit Peter and the Avengers. Just note that this one is kind of short and nothing much really happens in this chapter since it is just the beginning, but hopefully the next one is a bit juicer. 

Warnings: swearing and fluff 

Word count: 2166

Chapter 1

“Okay class, make sure to email me those presentations by Monday. I don’t want to keep reminding you guys over Spring Break because I’ve still got a life outside being a professor.” The whole class laughs at your professor’s bluntness. It kind of reminds you of your friend from high school, who would always spoke her truth, even when no one asked for it. You packed your things and waited for a clear space to exit your row. Who knew so many kids would be in a business class? Not you apparently. You were a culinary student at the Institute of Culinary Education or ICE for short. Your dream was to become a baker and own your bakery, hence the business class. This was your last class of the day, and you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend. You two had been dating for a little over six months and it was the best six months you could ever ask for.

You exited out of the classroom, finally, and made your way towards the elevator. On the way down, you looked through your messages and saw that you had five new texts from Peter.

Peter: Hey babe! I’m out of my photography class now. (1:15)

Peter: Waiting by the couches (1:15)

Peter: I miss you (1:17)

Peter: I’m hungry. Let’s go to that pizza place for lunch. I really want some of their cannoli’s (1:20)

Peter: Y/NNN!!! WHERE ARE YOU??? (1:23)

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you walked over to Peter, who sprang out of his seat and practically ran over to you. He hugged with the force of what you assumed felt like ten tons just based on how tight he held you. You laughed at his clinginess and pushed him off of you.

“Dude my class ran like ten minutes late. What’s the matter with you?” you laugh.

He held your hand in his own and smiles at you. “Just missed you is all. Did you see my text about the cannoli’s?”

“Yeah I saw it.”

“And?” he asks hopefully.

“Aaaaaand what?” you played dumb just to see his cute pouty face.

“Can we get cannoli’s?”

“Yes, we can get a cannoli.”

“Ah! You’re the best! Cannoli’s!” he yells at an insane volume for someone who’s just walking down the street. This earns you both a weird look from the people on the sidewalk. You were about to kiss his cheek until he just took off down the street with your hand still in his. You guessed you never knew he liked cannoli’s so much. Maybe you should try out a recipe and make him some one day.

You get into the pizza restaurant and sit down across from each other and waited for the waiter to take your order. You order your drinks; Peter gets Diet Pepsi and you get a Sprite. Both of you talk about how your classes went and held each other’s hand while you talked.

“So, I’ve got to do this project for my class,” Peter began, “And my camera is at the Compound, so tomorrow I’ll be a little late getting home.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Oh! Speaking of which,” you slam your palms on the table, which makes Peter jump a little. “When am I going to meet them? I mean we’ve been dating for going on seven months now, and I still haven’t met them. And I know they know about me because I got a message from Nat telling me happy birthday two weeks ago.” You raise an eyebrow at him waiting for his answer.

“Speaking of said topic, that reminds me. We got invited to Wanda and Vision’s wedding. And it is next Friday in Hawaii, which is perfect because a) we don’t have classes because it’s Spring Break, and b) I know Hawaii is one of your bucket list places.”

Your jawed dropped for several reasons. One, it’s Wanda and Vision’s fucking wedding! You never met them, but from the way Peter talked about them, you could tell they were meant to be. You always thought that they were like what you and Peter had times one hundred.

“Are you serious? They’re having their wedding in Hawaii?”

“Yeah. They thought that since Mr. Stark – “

“What can I get you two today?” the waiter asked breathless. You didn’t even realize how busy they were.

You looked up at him, “I’ll have a slice of the cheese pizza please?”

“And I’ll have two slices of the meat lovers. And can I get three of your best cannoli’s please?” Peter smiled at the waiter as he wrote down your order.

“Alright that’ll be right out.” He walked away almost jogging to get your order in. Goodness they were slammed.

“As I was saying,” Peter continued. “Mr. Stark has one of those beach houses in Maui and so, they thought that it would be the perfect place for them to tie the knot.”

“Wow, so, we’re invited? Like we’re going to Maui and attending the wedding? And meeting everyone?” you asked now slightly worried.

“Yeah,” he drags out confused. “That’s what kind of what ‘You’re Invited’ means.”

“I know, it’s just…this will be the first time I’m meeting them and I always imagined it would be at a like Sunday dinner type of thing. Not a fucking Avengers wedding!”

“It’s okay, I know they’re gonna love you no matter what.”

You take a sip of your drink, “This is also works out for another reason because MJ has been asking us to come see her ever since she moved to Kahului.”

“All the more reason to go.”

You both get your food and Peter immediately starts on the cannoli’s that he’s been longing to eat and practically moans at the taste of them. You get the check and pay and tipped extra for your waiter, because they need to be paid way more than minimum wage. The two of you walk out and head home so you can spend the rest of the night together.

“So, when do we leave for Maui?” you ask, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you.

“Umm, I believe on Saturday.”

Today was Thursday so that means that you only had tonight and tomorrow to pack for a whole entire week. “Shit! I have almost no clothes washed, are you kidding me?” you yell. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“I just found out this morning!” he yelled back.

“Okay, well it’s a good thing tomorrow I don’t have classes because now I have to do laundry all damn day.” You reach your shared apartment and go to change clothes and you go straight to the laundry room, faster than Peter could imagine. All of your good, cute clothes had to be air dried and so that’s what you did first. After half hour of folding, and drying, and hanging up clothes non-stop, Peter came in wrapped his arms around you.

“Baby, you’ve been here for forever, come sit down with me,” he pleaded.

“I will once I have all the clothes done, but until then,” you pat his cheek. “I can’t.”

He sighs an ‘okay’ and plants a kiss on your cheek and walks away. About twenty minutes later you had gotten all the laundry done and went to join Peter on the couch. He was watching reruns of Brooklyn 99 which was one of your favorite shows. He put his arms out and made grabby hands and you leaned into his touch. You laid your head on his chest with the rest of your body sprawled out on the couch. He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You looked up and kissed his lips and sat up just a bit straighter. One of his hands went to the back of your neck and the other rubbed your thigh, and you relaxed even more into him. Your right hand carded through his hair and the other sat splayed on his peck, slightly gripping his shirt. You two stayed like this for what felt like hours, just basking in each other’s comfort. You pulled back to breathe and gave him one last kiss before going back to your original position, laying on him.

“What do you wanna watch?” He yawned.

“Well since your yawning and –“ you yawned this time. “And so am I, let’s just take a nap.”

He hummed in agreement and led you to your shared bedroom and he changed into just a pair of sweatpants. You laid down and he did shortly after. You turned, facing him as your chests were touching. You stared at him for quite a long time before you even realized that you were. His face scrunched up that was so cute you wanted to take a picture.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look cute,” you said back.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Nope. I do,” he challenged.

“That’s impossible because I love you to Jupiter and back,” you kissed his nose, ultimately shutting it down because you were tired. School had kicked your ass this week and you hadn’t really had anytime to just lay with Peter. You scooted down a bit so, you could lay your head on his chest, your legs intertwined, as he held you against him so tight that nothing could slip in between you two.

The next morning you had woken up extra early to make some French toast for you and Peter. You got out the bread and butter and the rest of the ingredients and started cooking. Since you were the one who was in the culinary department, the silent agreement between you and Peter was that you would cook, and he would clean your mess. You tried to not make too much of a mess, because you weren’t that mean. After a couple more minutes you got breakfast done and at that exact moment you put the toast on the plate, Peter comes waddling out with his hair a mess. It was almost like it was scripted like a scene in a movie.

“I smelled French Toast,” he smiled.

“Mhm, I thought that I would be nice and cook breakfast for you this time.” You pecked his cheek and gave him the syrup.

“Eat up and get ready for a long day of packing suitcases, babe,” you winked at him.

“Oh boy.” You didn’t hear his sarcasm often, but when you did it always made you chuckle.

He went over to the couch and you followed setting up the coffee table and turning on Spongebob to watch as you ate. You turned towards him and smiled and received a kiss on the nose. Today was going to be a good day, you thought.

It was now four thirty in the evening and you and Peter were packing up all your belongings into your suitcases. “Okay so you need your swim trunks, flip flops, sunglasses, and what else?” You ask.

“Is that just for swimming?” You nodded. “Then yeah I think that’s it.” You went over to his drawer grabbing his trunks out along with your swimsuit. You had all your clothes spread out into separate piles consisting of swimwear, pajamas, nice shirts, casual shirts, and wedding attire. Peter grabbed all of his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase and you did the same. After that you went to the bathroom to grab all extra stuff that consisted of teeth and hair products, and everything in that category. Peter went into the kitchen to the medicine and started to pack anything that might be needed for allergy’s and whatnot. You figured you would pack your purse of carry on items before you left tomorrow morning.

After two hours of packing and double checking, and once the bed was cleared, you flopped down face first and groaned. “I’m so exhausted,” you huffed.

“Aww, is my baby tired?” He asked this as he pressed feather-light kisses to your neck that always made you shudder.

“Yes,” you say as you awaited a kiss on the lips. He happily kisses you, slow and lovingly, and you feel like you could stay there for eternity. He pulls away for minute to catch his breath. “We should probably figure out what we want to do for dinner.”

“How ‘bout leftovers? There’s still some enchiladas or lemon pepper chicken in the fridge.”

“Ooooh, let’s do chicken.”

You get up from the bed to heat the chicken up in the oven. “Imma make some garlic cheesy rice too!” You shout from the kitchen.

“Sounds good, baby.”

You two make your dinner and eat in a comfortable silence, watching TV. You both decided to watch one more episode of Parks and Rec before calling it a night, and Peter figured it would be smart to go to bed early since you would both have a long day of checking flights and meeting the Avengers tomorrow; and that was tiring by itself.

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[anxious2dsimp]

Everything He's Not | Iwaizumi x GN! Reader | Short Fic

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Flavour: Angst (Reader x Cheater!Oikawa) to Fluff (Reader x Iwaizumi)💔→☁️

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Short Fic (alternating between two sides of the story, y/n and Iwa's)

Part: 1 out of 2 (read part 2 here)

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Y/N, has dated the very popular Oikawa Toru for a while, through him becoming friends with his group. However, little do they know about a certain stoic ace's feelings for his best friend's s/o. When Oikawa screws up big time, will Iwaizumi's true feelings finally show? And what will Y/N do when everything goes down?

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, breakups, basically Oikawa x Reader angst turned into Iwaizumi x Reader fluff.

A/N: I wrote this for myself a while back but I edited it into a gender-neutral reader insert on a sleep-deprived whim (sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know!) Ik it's very random, but hopefully someone likes it :)

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Your POV

Dating Oikawa Toru was definitely different from what you expected; at first you were weary about the volleyball star, but after giving him a chance you started to see the real him. Yes, he was the captain of a powerhouse’s Volleyball team and had a ton of fangirls, but really he was just a regular guy with dorky interests and an alien obsession, which was the side of him you fell for. It wasn’t all great, dealing with his fangirls was rough; luckily you were safe being from another school, but they’d take any chance they had to try and gain Oikawa’s interest, flirting with him as he did the same back, not with bad intentions, it was just his personality. It did slightly annoy you, but you knew he was clear that we were together and wouldn’t take things further, he was just keeping up his image, and he promised you that was all.

Since your Karasuno friends didn’t particularly like your relationship with the setter (though they did respect it), you two hung out with his Aoba Johsai friends; that’s how your friendship with Iwa, Makki, and Mattsun started. You all became good friends, so they all helped you keep Oikawa in line while at school (especially Iwaizumi). Since you got along so well your friendship became its own thing besides Oikawa, and before you realized it, you and Iwa were such good friends that you chatted almost daily on the phone.

You don’t know what exactly made you bond so much, maybe you were similar in the sense that you were both used to being lowkey, keeping things together behind the scenes; regardless, you both enjoyed each other’s company. That Tuesday afternoon was one of those days, Oikawa had something to do at school, so Iwaizumi invited you, Makki, and Mattsun over to his place to wait for the captain like you usually did since it was the closest to the school.

So, you just chilled like always, laughing and playing video games, talking about whatever came to mind. While you were in the middle of a Mario Kart match, you heard the front door of the apartment open, “(y/n)-chan! I’m sorry for the delay~” the brunette said in a sing-song voice.

“Hi to you too, Oikawa,” said Makki, poking fun at him, to which he just rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss?” Oikawa asked standing in front of the screen, causing all four of you to start yelling at him to get out of the way, making him pout. “One sec, Toru-chan,” you said, biting your lip while focusing on keeping your first place intact for the last lap. The setter just giggled and got out of the way, walking around the sofa to stand behind you.

Iwaizumi’s POV

‘Eyes on the screen Iwaizumi,’ the ace told himself as he tried to focus on the game, attempting to ignore the way Oikawa kissed (y/n)’s neck while they played, trying to get their attention but failing miserably other than a giggle here and there. Iwa could tell by the way their (e/c) colored eyes pierced the screen that they wanted to win. The boy could see why his best friend liked them, unlike most people (y/n) actually treated Oikawa like a normal person, which definitely got him going. It wasn’t just that though, you all became such good friends because they’re smart, funny and beyond kind; but that’s all you were, friends. So why did it make him moody to see them be all couple-y?

After all, they were together while he was just the friend, the one who kept the fangirls off Oikawa so (y/n) didn’t have to worry because he couldn’t do it himself. Even though Toru was Iwaizumi’s best friend since they were kids, he couldn’t help but think that his friend wasn’t the greatest boyfriend. However, that was the same reason why he couldn’t say anything either, after all, they made him happy and vice versa, so he just kept telling himself to keep his damn eyes on the screen.

Luckily for him, the game was soon over so you all ordered takeout and sat around talking. “Yo, (y/n), there’s this new scary movie on Netflix, we should watch it this Friday night,” Mattsun stated, stealing one of Maki’s fries and throwing it in his mouth. “That sounds fun, but I can’t Friday! Karasuno has a friendly match against a few Tokyo schools this weekend so we leave Thursday after school,” (y/n) explained with a sweet smile, Iwaizumi’s eyes casually wondering over to Oikawa to see him looking upset.

‘Ugh, here goes,’ the spiker thought to himself. Lately, Toru had been restless and uncomfortable because according to him, his s/o was slipping away from him. Oikawa had somehow managed to convince himself that Karasuno had made it their mission to get their manager (y/n) to stop liking him and had been getting increasingly dramatic and jealous lately for no reason.

“But I thought we were going to hang out this weekend,” Oikawa whined as he pouted at his significant other, trying to seem jokingly disappointed though his best friend could tell he actually was upset. “Babe, we literally talk every day and we hung out all this past weekend, and today,” (y/n) said taking his hand.

“Plus, you have friends too, Shittykawa,” Hajime said, trying to get his friend’s mind out of that dark place since he knew he was more prone to make stupid comments when it was there. Oikawa didn’t drop it, insisting on how they were talking less as (y/n) continued to explain that school had been busy and how he also had responsibilities that took up his time. They eventually got him to shut up, but Iwaizumi couldn’t shake the concern that he was being too stupid, and it felt like he was getting closer and closer to making a mistake.

Your POV

You had to admit you did feel guilty when you told Toru you were leaving for the weekend, it was true that you had been way too busy with school and that neither of you had much free time, but you knew that your feelings for him were still strong. So, that Thursday after school you were happy and excited to hear that the trip had been postponed and you’d actually travel on Saturday morning because Sensei had a very important meeting on Friday afternoon. With the change of plans, you decided to go surprise your boyfriend, and it already being late in the afternoon, by the time you got to his place he would be home.

As you got off the bus by his place and got closer to his house, the sun beginning to set, a couple by a small park caught your eye, causing a soft smile to appear on your face. That park was always where you two would hang out when you wanted to be just the two of you. Walking closer, however, the smile quickly disappeared as you realized the “couple” was none other than Oikawa himself with one of his persistent fans he told you not to worry about. ‘Maybe they’re just hanging out as friends,’ or at least that’s what you told yourself as you squinted and kept walking.

Picking up your pace you got closer, now being able to see their faces more clearly in the dimly lit park only to watch them kiss, the girl’s arms around his neck while Oikawa’s hand slid up her thigh. You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there in shock as silent tears began to fall down your face. Almost as if you were in a trance, you reached into your pocket and took out your phone, dialing his number as you saw the brunette react.

He looked down surprised at his phone screen as he scooted apart from the girl and picked up the call as if it was nothing. “Hey beaut-” he started to say before you cut him off, not having the strength to hear his happy tone. “How could you?!” you sobbed angrily into the phone as his face became anxious. “What’s wrong babe?” How could he try to play it off as if he had no idea?

“You lying, cheating, son of a bitch! We’re over,” you yelled angrily, hanging up right as his eyes met yours. You were close enough to see the horrified and heartbroken expression on his face, but before he could say anything you turned around and just ran. Grabbing the straps of your backpack you sprinted back down the streets, your vision blurry with tears as your (h/c) hair was pushed back by the wind. It was only when you were back at the bus station and were sure that Oikawa was nowhere to be seen that you stopped and realized; you didn’t know where to go next.

You could go to your Karasuno friends, but you weren’t in the mood to hear “I told you so” and couldn’t go home to not worry your family. As you sat there and looked at the screen blankly, tears continuing to fill your eyes, a notification appeared. ‘Hey loser, how’s the trip going?’ you read as your eyes looked at Iwa’s name by the message. He was your best shot, you were close and he wouldn’t judge, so without opening your phone again and ignoring all of Oikawa’s calls you jogged over to Iwaizumi’s place.

After ringing the apartment and hiding your teary and now out of breath voice in the intercom, Iwa’s mom buzzed you in, and once you got to his floor you were greeted by Iwaizumi looking concerned, more so once he saw the state you were in. “(y/n), are you ok?” Iwaizumi asked as he walked over to you, hugging you as you hid in his arms and sobbed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go. It’s Oikawa,” you explained as he nodded and got you inside. He made some tea and brought it with you two to his room, both of you sitting on his bed. “Ok, what did Shittykawa do now?” he asked as he looked up at you and handed over a warm mug. “D- did you know h-he was cheating on me?” you managed to stutter out between sobs, trying to sound collected but being embarrassed by your inability to do so.

“He- wHAT?!” His reaction startled you, and when you looked up from the cup and saw his horrified, furious expression it made you feel less like you were overreacting. “I- the trip got postponed to Saturday morning, so I went to surprise him to his place and saw him in our bench making out with one of his fangirls,” you explained, watching as Iwa’s face became angrier and angrier, realizing how you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this, “I’m sorry I came to you, I know you’re best friends.”

Iwaizumi’s POV

Seeing them like this was already painful, but learning what Oikawa did was too much, Iwaizumi couldn’t believe how his friend could do this to (y/n). The spiker had never cared when he did stuff like this or worse than this to his fangirls. After all, he thought, they were the ones stupid enough to be blinded by his charm, but he never fathomed Oikawa would be able to do something like that to someone as great as you. “What? Hey, don’t even dare apologize,” he stated firmly as he took both mugs and set them by the bedside table, hugging (y/n) tightly and feeling them snuggle into him as they cried. Seeing them like this killed him. ‘Fuck Oikawa,’ he thought to himself, ‘if before I had stayed out of the way because they were good for each other that’s no longer the case.’

“I’m so sorry he did this to you; I should have stopped him. If I had known I would have, I should have been paying more attention,” the ace rambled into (y/n)’s hair as they cried softly, getting angry at himself before being interrupted by them pushing themselves away from him gently to look up at his face. “Why are you apologizing as if this was your fault? Iwa, he’s the one who’s an asshole, not you,” they stated, wiping a tear from their face.

“Because,” was he really going to say this? Screw it, here goes nothing, he told himself before continuing, “I knew you deserved better than him, but I convinced myself he would be different with you because I saw how good you were to him, and how happy you looked.” (y/n) just looked at him, mouth slightly ajar as they seemed to process what the boy had said. He couldn’t take the silence anymore so to avoid the blush he felt was beginning to appear on his cheeks he asked; “so did you dump him?” They nodded, looking down at their cup of tea as they chuckled and replied; “on the spot, over the phone.”

Iwaizumi chuckled back, releasing some of the nerves; “serves him right.” They smiled weakly at his comment and absentmindedly ran their fingers through their hair, My god were they gorgeous, Hajime thought to himself, only then realizing it was the first time it was just the two of them in his room, suddenly becoming self-conscious. Calm down, he told himself while taking a deep breath, looking over at (y/n). 'They just broke up with their boyfriend, being here with you is their last concern,' or so he thought. “Do you… want to watch (favorite movie) and eat ice cream?” the spiker suggested after thinking for a moment, he knew that was their favorite movie, and ice cream helps get over jerks, right?

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar Of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby

Day 22: National Lampoon Christmas Vacation Drysdale Style

Warnings: Bad Language Words. 

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: So this is my last entry for the Ransom Advent Calendar. It has been so much fucking fun to do and read everyone's reactions at his attempts to be a good husband. Much love sent to @jennmurawski13​ and @what-is-your-backupplan-today​ for the joint writing and antics. Happy Holidays everyone, Happy Reading and Much Love always 

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Christmas it turned out was a big deal for you. Huge actually, you had been decorating for a week since thanksgiving last Thursday and Ransom had never seen anything like it. There were lights and ornaments all over the place, he had never seen a nutcracker before but when you demonstrated how to use one, he said that was barbaric, and there was the constant smell of some kind of strong smelling candle constantly burning through the house now. 

He could just imagine how much Linda would hate all of this, the santas, reindeer and snowmen scattered around, the big giant wreath hanging on the door, or the platter of cookies always laid out for whoever wanted some. She would loathe it and consider it tacky. Ransom loved it all just for that reason. 

As well as how happy it seemed to make you, he would catch you now talking to your belly all the time, singing Christmas songs and telling stories while you would be setting something new up. Today you were busy making a miniature village the length of the living room to put in the picture window. Little houses scattered across the white sheet covered board, and you were fluffing bits of white cotton to look like snow, a container of people and animals were nearby to start setting up like it was an actual little village. 

“Where did you even have all this packed away?” Ransom asked while he leaned over the table to get a better look at some of the buildings. 

“In the attic, where you store stuff.” You retort sarcastically, as you try to prop some fencing up, and you straighten, rubbing the small of your back. “And I'm almost finished.” This time a hint of pride in your voice didn't escape Ransom, and he moved up behind you, taking over to rub at the small of your back, able to dig slightly into the tense muscle and make you moan in appreciation. 

“Well it all looks good Princess.” he said softly and you nodded in agreement, happy at how well it had come together. “I have never had a Christmas like this before.” 

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his waist while looking up at him. “I know, and I plan on changing that. This is the kind of Christmas’s I want our Bean to have, fun and exciting, full of love. There is one thing I need you to do though.” 

“Oh? What's that? Taste test cookies? Because I'm all for that. Cookies and whiskey.” Ransom grinned and you shook your head. 

“No, cookies and milk Ransom.” You chuckled while his face screwed up in disgust. 

“Now that's just wrong. Ruin a perfectly good cookie. And what did you need?” 

“Fine! When the time comes Bean will leave out Cookies and Whiskey for Santa… we will have a drunk Santa, everyone needs some kind of messed up tradition.” You played your fingers in his soft knit sweater for a second. “I need you to hang the lights outside.” 

“Why the fuck we doing the outside to? It already looks like that elf you made me watch the other night wreaked havoc through our house.” 

“Because Ransom, it looks nice. I already left it all out in the garage. All you gotta do is line the edge of the roof with the blue and white icicle lights I left you.” You patted his chest and turned back towards your village. “And admit it, what makes me happy usually fares well for you.” 

“Just the lights? You're not gonna make me drag anything up on the roof like that movie the other night?” 

You paused a moment, thinking about what Ransom was talking about. “What movie?” 

“You know, the Tim the Toolman one, with that Halloween chick.” Ransom stated while grabbing a jacket from the closet and pulling it on to get ready to go out and start on the project you assigned him to. 

“Oh Christmas With The Kranks… no no, there is no Frosty for our roof.” You turn back to your village, ending with a “Yet. I ordered one though. But he wont get here till after the new year because the one I wanted was on back order. Next year Ransom, you gotta get a Frosty up there.” 

“Fucking hell, Of course I do.” He muttered to himself while leaving the house to get into the garage, feeling suddenly like maybe he wasn't entirely loving this whole Christmas explosion as much as he thought he did. 

In the garage were a few boxes of the lights you had described, as well as a brand new nail gun and staples. He set about pulling out the lights, effectively tangling them in the process and spending another 45 minutes cursing them with every name he could think of while untangling them. “You fucking cunts, l’m gonna murder you if you don’t stay untangled.” He whipped the lights till they fell in place, and he dragged them all outside to toss in the snow near one edge of the house. Going back, he got an aluminum ladder and dragged that out as well to prop against the edge of the house. “Fuck this is going to take forever.” He grumbled while loping the lights over his arm and grabbing the nail gun to climb to the top. 

Ransom, he was typically fearless, heights didn't bother him, so that made him less self aware then most people. He just started to stretch the lights along the edge, stapling half haphazardly along the roof while letting them dangle down his shoulder and eventually the strand tangled around his feet. It wasn't so bad he thought when he managed to get a quarter of the way up and was about to climb down the ladder to move it over. Ready to start hanging more lights when the strand tightened around his ankle from where they got tangled and the sudden pressure made him lose balance.

Now he felt actual fear of falling, watching as the bushes under the living room window where you were setting up the village started to rush towards him when a snap stopped him, making him sway and twist around like a pendulum. You happened to look up when he screamed and saw him hanging just above the ground. “RANSOM!” you yelled while awkwardly rushing away from the table to get outside, your hand braced against the side of your very pregnant belly to support it. “Hang on! Oh fuck fuck fuck...” You chanted in a panic while you made your way carefully down the steps of the house. 

While you're trudging through the snow in your house slippers, Ransom is screaming. “Y/N, Call 911! Call 911!” he's all red faced from being upside down, his hands trying to grab at the bushes below to make himself stop swinging, and your using your phone to call the local emergency services because you are imagining all kinds of scenarios, mainly that your boyfriend has busted a ankle hanging like that or he was going to break his neck falling and you were going to have to raise the baby yourself. 

“Don’t you dare break your neck Ransom, if you die and I have to raise our spawn child myself.” Your voice is panicked as your pressing the phone to your ear. 

Ransom hollers hearing you, having grabbed a hold of the bush now to support himself. “PAY ATTENTION TO THE PHONE Y/N!”

There was a pop above the two of you and all the staples shoot out, the lights slacking as they pull away from the roof, and Ransom fell the last few feet into the bush  below with a grunt from impact. 

You give a surprised yelp when he disappeared from sight, the voice on the other end finally got your attention and your words just about run together. “Myhusband- he was hanging off the roof. I don't know what happened, he was hanging lights.” 

Ransom rolled out of the bush, still tangled in lights. “Tell them i’m fucking fine Y/N.” He growled while trying to tug the lights off his legs. And you paused a second. 

“You sure? You don't want to be checked out?” Your voice waivers with uncertainty, and Ransom is sitting in the snow, working once more to get them untangled, this time from around his ankles. 

“Yea, I'm not hurt.” He yanks on them while shoving them off with a “Fucking whore bitch, I hate you.” his temper making him curse at the lights, and you step away so the 911 operator cant hear him. 

“We’re fine, I’m sorry to bother you.” Hanging up, you return to Ransom who's standing now, checking himself over. 

“I am not going back up there again Y/N, and that fucking Frosty can go in the yard.” he sputtered as he kicked at the lights before swooping down to gather them. “I will hire someone, that's the only way it will be done.” 

You can hear the genuine shocked fear in his tone, and you have to agree this time with him that it would be better to let someone else do it. He half expects you to argue with him about it, wanting to be independent on hiring help, but this time you surprise him. 

“You are right Ransom.” 

Pausing, he looked at you with shock. “I’m… right?” 

You nodded and rested your hand on your protruding belly. “Better mark the calendar.” Everything that happened in the last five minutes sink in, making you gasp a bit as the heaviness settled in your chest. The tears they just bust out of nowhere and Ransom drops the offensive lights to pull you into his arms. Of course you were going to cry, it seemed to be all you did over this. He was kind of used to it by now. 

“Hey Princess, its okay.” He says soothing as you sob into his chest, making him wince. “It takes more then some god damn lights to end me.” 

You sniffle a bit and lift your head to look at him. “Its not that Ransom.” 

“Well then, what the hell brought on the waterworks?” He arched a brow and you look at the front of your house. 

“I didn’t get a picture of you hanging off the house to show our kid.” 

Ransom looked at you incredulously in disbelief. “You are serious...” 

Shrugging a bit now that the shock was over you grinned a bit. “Come on... I’m just teasing. Now that its over an your safe, it was a little funny seeing you have a Clark Griswold moment...” Ransom pulled away and started stomping towards the house, you following after him. “Ransom! Don’t be mad! Its Christmas!”  

“Fuck Off Y/N, I’m not in the mood.” He grumbled while shrugging off his jacket and you knew you had to make it up to him. 

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

before they go back to Derry and get their memories back, Richie manages to get cast in the leading role for a Denbrough novel adaptation, and Bill's not involved in that production so he has no problem like. publicly slamming the casting decision. just goes after Richie's entire career and makes multiple shady comments about 'stunt casting' and Hollywood caring more about money than the Art and all that.

so Richie starts making jokes about Bill every chance he can get- improvs a few into his standup and they all go viral, keeps posting pics of him in costume on set or reading the book with flowery, long winded captions that boil down to "this is the stupidest story I've ever read. thank you Mr. William Denbrough for absolutely changing my life. your faith in me and this film means everything. burn in hell. God bless✌"

Bill posts unflattering paparazzi pics of Richie with captions like "#NotMyCharacter" and Richie responds by seeking Audra out at an award show and asking her to pose for a pic to piss off Bill ( richie: "we don't have to do anything too crazy-" audra: "no he blew me off tonight to do a concert with his improv harmonica garage band, we're gonna full on kiss and my leg will be around your waist. place your hand right so it looks like you're unsnapping my bra through my dress" richie: "God you married beneath you")

Richie gets Audra to send him videos and exposes Bill's sad little band. Bill fabricates articles about Richie's ticket sales plummeting and tweets them out like "hmmm..." and ignores everyone who points out that he clearly wrote them. Richie begins playing a parody version of Bill on snl and does the most outlandish shit he can get away with in that costume.

overall it's just the most random celebrity beef anyone's ever seen, but it's hilarious as fuck and the internet eats it up.

but then after Derry when they get their memories back....they just start hanging out again. they keep getting photographed getting lunch or heading to the movies or Bill going to Richie's shows. just guys being dudes. everyone is so fucking confused by the abrupt change in behavior. one day the two of them are like walking out of restaurant with some of the other losers and tmz CORNERS them and is like "what happened??? your feud is over???" and Bill looks directly in the camera and is like, 'no, it's not over, I absolutely hate this man' and Richie's like 'I would murder Bill right here right now if I could guarantee I wouldn't get arrested" and the other losers are just like. cackling in the background.

so then their social media becomes a weird mix where like. they insult each other lovingly lmao. Bill still blatantly writes slanderous articles about Richie (he literally signs them with his name) but then tweets out the articles with the caption "how dare you talk about my best friend this way". Richie posts a throwback thursday pic on instagram of him and Bill in like first grade, hugging and looking adorable, captioned "worst person I've ever met, every day I regret talking to you 💙💙💙".

Audra posts videos of them getting absolutely plastered while watching the movie that started this whole mess (the last video is Bill crying on the kitchen floor "it was actually good that's not fair" while Richie's in the background dancing to the menacing music that's playing over the credits)

on Bill's birthday, Richie posts a picture of Bill sneezing into a bowl of salsa captioned "regrettably, I would fight a murderous clown for you😔". on Richie's birthday, Bill is radio silent and then 3 days later posts a pic of teenage Richie falling out of a tree with a joint in his mouth, captioned "I don't believe you were actually born"

at some point Bill ends up hosting an snl episode and during his monologue Richie comes out in his Bill Denbrough Character Costume and keeps interrupting and harassing him. by the end of the monologue they lean in to kiss right when the screen cuts to commercial. everyone online loses it

just...chaos

[ifuckinglovestvincent]

THE FORTY-FIVE: ST. VINCENT

Sleazy, gritty, grimy – these are the words used to describe the latest iteration of St. Vincent, Annie Clark’s alter ego. As she teases the release of her upcoming new album, ‘Daddy’s Home’, Eve Barlow finds out who’s wearing the trousers now.

Photos: Zackery Michael

Yellow may be the colour of gold, the hue of a perfect blonde or the shade of the sun, but when it’s too garish, yellow denotes the stain of sickness and the luridness of sleaze. On ‘Pay Your Way In Pain’ – the first single from St. Vincent’s forthcoming sixth album ‘Daddy’s Home’ – Annie Clark basks in the palette of cheap 1970s yellows; a dirty, salacious yellow that even the most prudish of individuals find difficult to avert their gaze from. It’s a yellow that recalls the smell of cigarettes on fingers, the tape across tomorrow’s crime scene or the dull ache of bad penetration.

The video for the single, which dropped last Thursday, features Clark in a blonde wig and suit, channeling a John Cassavetes anti-heroine (think Gena Rowlands in Gloria) and ‘Fame’-era Bowie. She twists in front of too-bright disco lights. She roughs up her voice. She sings about the price we pay for searching for acceptance while being outcast from society. “So I went to the park just to watch the little children/ The mothers saw my heels and they said I wasn’t welcome,” she coos, and you immediately recognise the scene of a free woman threatening the post-nuclear families aspiring to innocence. Clark is here to pervert them.

She laughs. “That’s how I feel!” From her studio in Los Angeles, she begins quoting lyrics from Jimi Hendrix’s ‘Red House’. “It’s a blues song for 2021.” LA is a city Clark reluctantly only half calls home, and one that is opposed to her vastly preferred New York. “I don’t feel any romantic attachment to Los Angeles,” she says of the place she coined the song ‘Los Ageless’ about on 2017’s ‘Masseduction’ (“The Los Ageless hang out by the bar/ Burn the pages of unwritten memoirs”).“The best that could be said of LA is, ‘Yeah it’s nice.’ And it is! LA is easy and pleasant. But if you were a person the last thing you’d want someone to say about you is: ‘She’s nice!’”

On ‘Daddy’s Home’, Clark writes about a past derelict New York; a place Los Angeles would suffocate in. “The idea of New York, the art that came out of it, and my living there,” she says. “I’ve not given up my card. I don’t feel in any way ready to renounce my New York citizenship. I bought an apartment so I didn’t have to.” Her down-and-out New York is one a true masochist would love, and it’s sleazy in excess. Sleaze is usually the thing men flaunt at a woman’s expense. In 2021, the proverbial Daddy in the title is Clark. But there’s also a literal Daddy. He came home in the winter of 2019.

On the title track, Clark sings about “inmate 502”: her father. He was sentenced to 12 years in prison for his involvement in a $43m stock fraud scheme. He went away in May 2010. Clark reacted by writing her third breakthrough album ‘Strange Mercy’ in 2011; inspired not just by her father’s imprisonment but the effects it had on her life.“I mean it was rough stuff,” she says. “It was a fuck show. Absolutely terrible. Gut-wrenching. Like so many times in life, music saved me from all kinds of personal peril. I was angry. I was devastated. There’s a sort of dullness to incarceration where you don’t have any control. It’s like a thud at the basement of your being. So I wrote all about it,” she says.

Back then, she was aloof about meaning. In an interview we did that year, she called from a hotel rooftop in Phoenix and was fried from analytical questions. She excused her lack of desire to talk about ‘Strange Mercy’ as a means of protecting fans who could interpret it at will. Really she was protecting an audience closer to home. It’s clear now that the title track is about her father’s imprisonment (“Our father in exile/ For God only knows how many years”). Clark’s parents divorced when she was a child, and they have eight children in their mixed family, some of whom were very young when ‘Strange Mercy’ came out. She explains this discretion now as her method of sheltering them.

“I am protective of my family,” she says. “It didn’t feel safe to me. I disliked the fact that it was taken as malicious obfuscations. No.” Clark wanted to deal with the family drama in art but not in press. She managed to remain tight-lipped until she became the subject of a different intrusion. As St. Vincent’s star continued to rocket, Clark found herself in a relationship with British model Cara Delevingne from 2014 to 2016, and attracted celebrity tabloid attention. Details of her family’s past were exposed. The Daily Mail came knocking on her sister’s door in Texas, where Clark is from.

“Luckily I’m super tight with my family and the Daily Mail didn’t find anybody who was gonna sell me out,” she says. “They were looking for it. Clark girls are a fucking impenetrable force. We will cut a bitch.”

Four years later, Clark gets to own the narrative herself in the medium that’s most apt: music. “The story has evolved. I’ve evolved. People have grown up. I would rather be the one to tell my story,” she says, ruminating on the misfortune that this was robbed from her: a story that writes itself. “My father’s release from prison is a great starting point, right?” Between tours and whenever she could manage, Clark would go and visit him in prison and would be signing autographs in the visitation room for the inmates, who all followed her success with every album release, press clipping and late night TV spot. She joked to her sisters that she’d become the belle of the ball there. “I don’t have to make that up,” she says.

There’s an ease to Clark’s interview manner that hasn’t existed before. She seems ready not just to discuss her father’s story, but to own certain elements of herself. “Hell where can you run when the outlaw’s inside you,” she sings on the title track, alluding to her common traits with her father. “I’ve always had a relationship with my dad and a good one. We’re very similar,” she says. “The movies we like, the books, he liked fashion. He’s really funny, he’s a good time.” Her father’s release gave Clark and her brothers and sisters permission to joke. “The title, ‘Daddy’s Home’ makes me laugh. It sounds fucking pervy as hell. But it’s about a real father ten years later. I’m Daddy now!”

The question of who’s fathering who is a serious one, but it’s also not serious. Clark wears the idea of Daddy as a costume. She likes to play. She joins today’s Zoom in a pair of sunglasses wider than her face and a silk scarf framing her head. The sunglasses come off, and the scarf is a tool for distraction. She ties it above her forehead, attempts a neckerchief, eventually tosses it aside. Clark can only be earnest for so long before she seeks some mischief. She doesn’t like to stay in reality for extensive periods. “I like to create a world and then I get to live in it and be somebody new every two or three years,” she says. “Who wants to be themselves all the time?”

‘Daddy’s Home‘ began in New York at Electric Lady studios before COVID hit and was finished in her studio in LA. She worked on it with “my friend Jack” [Jack Antonoff, producer for Lana Del Rey, Lorde, Taylor Swift]. Antonoff and Clark worked on ‘Masseduction’ and found a winning formula, pushing Clark’s guitar-orientated electronic universe to its poppiest maximum, without compromising her idiosyncrasies. “We’re simpatico. He’s a dream,” she says. “He played the hell outta instruments on this record. He’s crushing it on drums, crushing it on Wurlitzer.” The pair let loose. They began with ‘The Holiday Party’, one of the warmest tracks Clark’s ever written. It’s as inviting as a winter fireplace, stoked by soulful horns, acoustic guitar and backing singers. “Every time they sang something I’d say, ‘Yeah but can you do it sleazier? Make your voice sound like you’ve been up for three days.” Clark speaks of an unspoken understanding with Antonoff as regards the vibe: “Familiar sounds. The opposite of my hands coming out of the speaker to choke you till you like it. This is not submission. Just inviting. I can tell a story in a different way.”

The entire record is familiar, giving the listener the satisfaction that they’ve heard the songs before but can’t quite place them. It’s a satisfying accompaniment to a pandemic that encouraged nostalgic listening. Clark was nostalgic too. She reverted to records she enjoyed with her father: Stevie Wonder’s catalogue from the 1970s (‘Songs In The Key Of Life’, ‘Innervisions’, ‘Talking Book’) and Steely Dan. “Not to be the dude at the record store but it’s specifically post-flower child idealism of the ’60s,” she explains. “It’s when it flipped into nihilism, which I much prefer. Pre disco, pre punk. That music is in me in a deep way. It’s in my ears.”

On ‘The Melting Of The Sun’ she has a delicious time creating a psychedelic Pink Floyd odyssey while exploring the path tread by her heroes Marilyn Monroe, Joni Mitchell, Joan Didion and Nina Simone. It’s a series of beautiful vignettes of brilliant women who were met with a hostile environment. Clark considers what they did to overcome that. “I’m thanking all these women for making it easier for me to do it. I hope I didn’t totally let them down.” Clark is often the only woman sharing a stage with rock luminaries such as Dave Grohl, Damon Albarn and David Byrne, and has appeared to have shattered a male-centric glass ceiling. She’s unsure she’s doing enough to redress the imbalance. “There are little things I can do and control,” she says of hiring women on her team. “God! Now I feel like I should do more. What should I do? It’s a big question. You know what I have seen a lot more from when I started to now? Girls playing guitar.”

If one woman reinvented the guitar in the past decade, it’s Clark. Behind her is a rack of them. The pandemic has taken her out of the wild in which she’s accustomed to tantalising audiences at night with her displays of riffing and heel-balancing. Instead, she’s chained to her desk. Her obsession with heels in the lyrics of ‘Daddy’s Home’ she reckons may be a reflection of her nights performing ‘Masseduction’ in thigh highs. “I made sure that nothing I wore was comfortable,” she recalls. “Everything was about stricture and structure and latex. I had to train all the time to make sure I could handle it.” Is she taking the heels off when live shows return? “Absofuckinglutely not.”

Clark is interested in the new generation. She’s recently tweeted about Arlo Parks and has become a big fan of Russian singer-songwriter Kate NV. “I’m obsessed with Russia,” she says. In a recent LA Times profile, she professed to a pandemic intellectual fixation on Stalin. “Yeah! I mean right now my computer is propped up on stuff. You are sitting on The Gulag Archipelago, The Best Short Stories Of Dostoyevsky andThe Plays Of Chekhov. I’m kinda in it.” The pop world interests Clark, too. She was credited with a co-write on Swift’s 2019 album ‘Lover’. At last year’s Grammys she performed a duet with Dua Lipa. It was one of the queerest performances the Grammys has ever aired. Clark interrupts.

“What about it seemed queer?!”

You know… The lip bite, for one!

“Wait. Did she bite her lip?”

No, you bit your lip.

“I did?!”

Everyone was talking about it. Come on, Annie.

“Serious? I…”

You both waltzed around each other with matching hairdos, making eyes…

“I have no memory of it.”

Frustrating as it may be in a world of too much information, Clark’s lack of willingness to overanalyse every creative decision she makes or participates in is something to treasure. “I want to be a writer who can write great songs,” she says. “I’m so glad I can play guitar and fuck around in the studio to my heart’s desire but it’s about what you can say. What’s a great song? What lyric is gonna rip your guts open. Just make great shit! That’s where I was with this record. That’s all I wanna do with my life.”

More than a decade into St. Vincent, Clark doesn’t reflect. She looks strictly forward. “I’m like a horse with blinders,” she says. She did make an exception to take stock lately when the phone rang. “I saw a +44 and that gets me excited,” she says. “Who could this be?” Well, who was it? “Paul McCartney,” she says, in disbelief. “Anything I’ve done, any mistake I’ve made, somehow it’s forgiven, assuaged. I did something right in my life if a fucking Beatle called me.”

Now there’s a get out of jail free card if ever she needed one.

Daddy’s Home by St. Vincent is out May 14, 2021.

[fakeloveaskblog]

Janus, have you and Remus hung out other then when you go to fake therapy? You should ask him out? Keep it open, maybe not outright ask him for a date but to hang out!

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Janus: "Oh you know me anon. I am so totally known for asking people to hang out. Yes me and Remus have been eeeverywhere together /s No we have never hung out.......But I suppose you have been very wise so far. So I shall try and go ut of my comfort zone and ask him he would like to spend time together"

They were in that same spot they always stood after the fake therapy. Where they were supposed to part ways. Remus had his phone out, checking the bus times. Janus knew he had to say something now or else yet another week would pass and he would never have the courage to ask.

"Do ehm is you- fuck-" Janus wanted to smash his head open on a rock. He was a idiotic mess who couldn't even say a simple sentence.

"What?" Remus looked at him with a smile. Jan swore he had specifically practiced that smile so it made him melt internally every single time.

"Do you maybe possibly have anything to do today?"

"Oh yeah all booked up with exorcising demons out of old ladies' houses. you know how it is!" He let out a short screechy laugh "Come on Snakey y'know I don't have a job or any plans on robbing banks right now. Of course I'm free!"

"Noted. Then I am totally not asking you to perhaps do something like going to the movies?"

Remus' eyes widened and he shone up into a huge toothy smile "YES!" He grabbed Janus' hand while flapping with his other hand "You gotta be psychic or something! I've been wanting to see this movie made by a director I'm hyperfixating on but I didn't wanna go alone and my sister is still out of town SO this is great!!"

He didn't waste another second. He dragged Janus with him as he began to very quickly walk while continuing to stim.

All Janus could do was stare at their hands. Their palms pressed against each other. His love's thumb brushing up and down his skin. He had never been happier over forgetting his gloves at home.

His cheeks stayed rosy red the entire walk. It was like walking on air. He didn't even realize Remus was still speaking until they got the cinema.

"-And that's why I thought it would have been better if the hamster had died!" He concluded.

".............Fascinating" Janus replied hoping it was a good answer.

"I know right!"

He looked down and realized they were still holding hands. His happy expression instantly dropped as he let go of Janus like he was made of fire.

"Oh fuck buckets! I should have asked if you were okay with like ehhh touch beforehand! Now you're gonna cut my head off!" Remus gasped out.

"Indeed, I do now hate you and I have already hired an assassin to kill you" Janus replied sarcasticly "It's okay, I promise"

Remus let out a breathe of relief in the most cartoon balloon leaking air way possible. "Neat!"

It was 3 pm on a Thursday so there weren't any people in line. Remus didn't even give his friend a chance to pay for his own ticket. He also got a big ass popcorn and a bag of eyeball candies.

He dumped the snacks into the arms of Janus as his eyes caught on a poster on the wall advertising another movie. He jumped up and down while pointing at it, like the excitement was too much to be contained in his body.

"It's my sister! She told me she would be in this one!" The poster didn't show the actresse's face since she had on a cloke to look dark and myserious (tm) "That's her I swear on the last human tooth I have!"

"I believe you. You could be her perfect stunt double"

Remus shoot his arms out "That's what I've been saying too!!! You really are a psychic! Being a stunt double is literally the dream job! I get to pretend to be killed in so many ways! I get to jump off of buildings!! Sadly she mostly does dramas and romances and all that boring stuff"

"Well I for one would love seeing you get stabbed on film" He held his hand over his heart as he said it.

"Omg snakey!! Thank you!! Means a lot!"

He had that wide smile on his lips again. Janus wished he was able to make him smile like that every day.

"Oh the movie is starting soon! Ahhhh exciting! Horror really is the best genre!"

Janus paled "Horror?"

"Yeah! I told you all about the movie on the way here remember? You're okay with horror right?"

"O-Of course! I have watched halloween alien on elm street like 5 times!" He lied.

Remus chuckled "Sure sounds like it"

They went into the screening room. Ads were running on the big screen. They were the only ones there. Remus found their seats right at the back in a corner. He sat down and triumphantly put his feet on the seat in front of him.

"Look at that snakey! We've got the whole room to ourselves! Only...."

His eyes suddenly stopped and shifted to stare out into air. His happy expression slowly disappeared leaving a hollow look on his face. He moved his legs up to his chest and sat completely still.

".....Only us......"

Janus slumped down in the seat next to his. Remus leaned away in his seat so he was further from his friend.

"Indeed. I could poison you and no one would be here to stop me. But I won't...yet" He hoped a joke would make his love lighten up again.

Remus forced a halfhearted smile "Sure that"

The movie started. Janus was already stress eating popcorn from fear by the time the first scene had ended. Which only made him even more stressed over making Remus think he was a fat gluttonous disgusting mess! Which he was! But he didn't want him to know that!!

Whenever he glanced over to Remus he looked just the same, As if the movie was fucking mamma mia or something.

He didn't want to seem unclassy and close his eyes like a 5 year old so he tried to comb his hair in front of his eyes instead. He couldn't stop his racing heartbeat or his unsteady hands though. He didn't do well to loud sounds. Or screaming voices.

He jumped in his chair at an extra gory scare. The popcorn landed all over his body. His cheeks went red enough to be mistaken for a ladybug.

Remus glanced over at him "You don't have to hide that you're scared y'know. The audience reaction is like half the fun"

"Me? Scared? I haven't felt scared since I buried a body in 1967! This is just how I show my appreciation for movies!" He blurted out the lie in a panic.

His love threw his head back as he let out a loud laugh. He couldn't stop as he buried his head in his hands. His shoulders moved in rhytm to his giggles. It seemed to calm his nerves a bit.

"Holy shit snakey that was such a horrible lie! You're such a dork! I say that with affection I promise"

Janus couldn't help but chuckle along "Dork actually means something really dirty. I know since I was practically married to my dictionary when I was youn-"

"WHALE PENIS! I know!! You're the first one who also knows!"

"I suppose that means we're soulmates now" Janus couldn't help but say it.

"Penis soulmates!"

Janus sighed "Yes"

In the movie a man's torso was ripped from his body. Remus flapped his hands. Janus let out a quiet whimper.

"I could infodump a bit if that would make you less scared"

Janus leaned closer to respond but Remus instantly flinched back. He made sure to keep keeping his distance "I would love to hear"

He shone up into a smile. It wasn't quite as carefree and happy as the other ones but it was still his smile and Janus had caused it. It made him feel warm.

He started rambling about the director's other movies and how the themes tied in with this movie. About how the director had studied to be a doctor so he know enough about biology to make all of the gore extra realistic. About how the movie soundtrack's added to the scare even though they were often silly. All while stimming. Sometimes he went quiet to focus on the film while Janus curled in on himself and closed his eyes.

Honestly Janus could have heard him go on for hours but sadly the movie eventually ended. And they eventually got out of the cinema. And eventually the snacks the shared while sitting on a bench outside also ended. And the conversation died out.

It was only around 5 pm but the sky had already started to darken. The streetlamps were getting lit one by one, and a few people were standing in line for the next movie. Janus feared having to say goodbye.

Luckily he didn't have to as Remus quietly asked "Could you like follow me home? The apartement is only 15 minutes and a minor murder spree away"

"Of course!" He replied a bit too excitedly.

He made sure to not walk too close as to not make him flinch again. Remus started to subconsciously hymm on a song after some time of silence. Janus couldn't stop feeling over the moon at the fact that he was hanging out with someone! And he seemed to like him!! And he was in love with him no less!!!

"Snakey I think I gotta admit something kinda dorky-"

"Is it the murder in 1967? We've all been there"

"Actually it was in 1987. Okay but really.....The only friends I've ever really had has been my sister and my ex, and some online friends here and there I guess but we lost contact really quickly. What I mean is that I'm really rusty on this whole friend thing and I'm just glad that you don't get annoyed by my infodumping or stimming or....or the whole me!"

Janus' eyes widened and he slowly let up into a laugh "Oh! Oh I have been so worried for nothing then! I've never had any friends, at all! This was literally the first time I ever went to a movie with another person! We're the same!"

Remus giggled "We really are penis soulmates!"

"I am begging you to not let that become a thing"

"Too late! It already is! We're both friendless dorks you motherfucker!! Of course we're penis soulmates!"

Janus sighed "I am suddenly so glad we are close to your place so I can get away from you.....That was a lie"

Remus lightly punched his shoulder "Better be. Or else I'd have to kidnap you!"

He stopped in front of a series of building of obviously quite glamorous apartements. Janus was honestly starting to wonder if he had a sugar daddy and or sold drugs. Or else he had no idea how he could afford all of this.

They stopped right in front of the entrance. Remus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Janus fiddled with his sleeves. Neither of them wanted to say goodbye.

Janus shuly glanced at his love's face. His birtmarks which he so wanted to press kisses to. His fluffy hair he would love to nuzzle into. His full lips which he thought about running his finger over every time he looked at them. He was beautiful. Just beautiful.

"Sooo....I guess I will either see you in hell or in fake therapy next week?" Remus asked.

"For sure"

He awkwardly opened the door "Well I will see you then then!" He did fingerguns "Bye penis soulmate!"

Janus rolled his eyes while waving "Bye.....phallus companion!"

The door closed and he was left in the silence. It took a few second and then

"YES! OH I did it! I survived! Aphrodite would be so proud of me!!"

Janus had to sit down. He was going to explode. He couldn't stop moving his hands around. He was going to pass out. He had never been happier. He deserved a whole soup bowl of ice cream.

He took off his beanie to drag his hand through his hair. He felt breathless from happiness as he stared up at the sky. He had never felt more in love.

He looked at where he imagined you would stand if you had a corporeal body.

"So I suppose your advice worked quite well. It did sound like he wanted to hang out again...So anon....or whatever voice that is in my head that asks me things......Do you have any suggestions on what we should do on our next hangout?"

[anotherhamiltonblog]

The Baker & The Barber

Summary: What happens when Y/N Matches with a cute french guy over Tinder? Why does he look so much like her best friend Thomas Jefferson?

Warnings: French, Alexander being whiny, cursing. 

Word Count: 2.3K

Forever Tag: @i-know-i-can​

ENJOY

Y/N looked at the profile on the stupid app her best friend made her download and almost choked on her Lemonade. Head tilted to the side, she bit down on her lip and looked through the few pictures he had.

“What the hell…” she said under her breath and frowned. “Does Thomas have a twin or something?” She asked herself and rubbed at her forehead. “This guy… with his hair down looks so much like Thomas.”

She couldn’t help herself, swiping right, the bakery owner gasped when it said they ‘Matched’. “Oh god, Thomas will never let me live this own. I just matched with someone who looks… JUST like him.” She said to herself and put her phone down. Trying hard to not think about the app.

Instead, Y/N went to close up and make sure everything was in order for the night. Being Sunday, she usually closed the shop a few hours earlier so she could have a calm evening. Yet, when an overly cocky voice called out from the front of the shop. Y/N sighed.

“Little Miss. L/N.” Thomas’’ voice boomed in the empty shop. “What is THIS on your phone?”

‘oh no…’ Y/N whispered to herself and rushed from the kitchen and through the double doors. Eyes widening in horror as Thomas stood behind the counter, her phone in his hands.

“Who the heck is this and why is he using MY pictures?” Thomas asked and looked at Y/N.

“That’s just the thing, I don’t think he is… he’s from France. The same place you haven’t gone yet…” Y/N sighed and looked at her phone before returning to pack up some of the leftovers.

Placing them in three boxes, one for Thomas and his roommate James, then one for Y/N to take home for her and her own roommate Eliza.

“Hm… so you matched with him then?” she heard her friend say, Y/N could almost hear the smirk on the mans face. “Got something to tell me, Y/N?”

Glancing over her shoulder, Y/N raised an eyebrow. “That French men are sexy, and I hear they are amazing in bed.”

Handing him the box of sweets and sandwiches. Y/N stuck her tongue out at him before giggling and they left the bakery. Getting into Thomas’ car, she buckled in and sighed happily. Glad to be going home.

“I might go visit this barber… I’m in the need of a new trim.” Thomas glanced at Y/N who glared at the male in the drivers seat. “OK. I won’t.” he laughed and started to drive.

“So, Washington’s holding an event in a month. He want’s to know if you can take care of the cake?” Thomas asked, causing Y/N to look at him in shock.

“Me?”

“Mmhm. He loved the cupcakes I took into work a week ago. Said he wanted your expertise on the cake.” That made Y/N giggle and nod her head.

“I’ll do it. Half off.” She pulled out her phone and set a reminder in her planner before seeing the tinder app.

Glancing at Thomas, who was looking at the road. Y/N quickly sent Lafayette a small message before putting her phone away.

By the time she was left off at her apartment building, Y/N pushed herself past the doors and walked the three flights of stairs to get to her floor. “Stupid fucking elevator…” Y/N would mumble each time. “It’s like the stupid Big Bang Theory… why don’t they just fix this shit?”

Finally arriving in her apartment, Y/N entered and set down her bag and box of sweets down at the four seated kitchen table. Humming, she looked at her phone, seeing she had a message from Tinder.

After a few messages and she sent him her number, Y/N moved to her bedroom and changed out of her work clothes and into sweatpants and a lose crop top.

With slippers on her feet, she returned to the kitchen, right on time for the phone to start ringing. Seeing an unknown number, she answered the call.

“Hello?”

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Lafayette’s POV:

After a long day at the shop, cutting hair, braiding and the various styles they offer. The Barber shop didn’t take long to become popular. With the help of John, Rafael and Peggy. The four were busy all Sunday, up until the last minute. Peggy of course was happy with the movement; she was learning and being paid to go to school to get her degree in Cosmetology. He had the money to use, why not use it?

But as he was looking at the schedule for the rest of the week, Lafayette glanced at his phone that chimed with a notification. Glancing that it was from tinder, he had a match. Lafayette couldn’t help but grin. Hiding his phone when asked why he was smiling, he simply brushed it off and said it didn’t matter.

On his way home was when his phone went off again. Though, driving. He couldn’t answer. So instead, he waiting till he got home. As he messaged with Y/N, stripping out of his clothes for loose sweatpants and foregoing the shirt. He couldn’t help but grin when she sent her number.

Quickly calling the number, Lafayette waited as the line rang. He looked in his fridge for something to eat, but decided that maybe he would order in. Not in the mood to cook.

“Hello?”

He heard on the other side of the call.

“Bonjour mon cher, uh how are you this evening?” he cleared his throat and shut his fridge door. Only to grin when he head an angelic sounding laugh.

“I’m good, just tired.” He heard her sigh. “Lot’s of orders to fill today. Pretty sure I have two new burn marks… how was your day?”

“I am sorry to hear about the burn…” he frowned slightly. “But we too had a busy day. Lots of people came to get their hair done for the week.”

It was like an ice breaker, showing that they both had a tough day, that’s how Lafayette spent the next three hours. Talking to Y/N. Him asking questions of her bakery, her friends and finding out that she knew Peggy “Her sister is my roommate!” She happily giggled, which made Lafayette grin broadly.

The two of them, each with take out. Y/N with Chinese and Lafayette with pizza, He was happily surprised to see how many hours had passed. “We have been on the phone for three hours.” He told the girl, who ended up letting out a surprised gasp, causing him to grin.

“I can go if you need to do something? I’m probably just gonna shower and end up watching Netflix.”

“Well, mon chérie… I have nothing planned for tonight. Why don’t we hang up and call again in an hour? Maybe we can video chat?” Lafayette asked, hoping he wasn’t coming off too strong.

“That sounds perfect!”

He was happy that she agreed, so once they both hung up. Lafayette cleaned up the mess from the pizza and went to take a shower himself. The hot water relaxing his aching back and muscles. He let out a sigh and stood there under the hot water for a little while longer before washing up and stepping out. Once dry, he threw on some basketball shorts and a random black shirt.

An hour couldn’t have gone by faster, soon they were on video call and Lafayette laughed at the sight of a coffee and a computer screen.

“Did you go and get a coffee?” he asked curious as the camera was flipped.

“Nope! Eliza, Peggy’s sister just got home and brought me a hot chocolate. No more coffee after Nine. Or else I’ll never sleep!” she laughed and bit on her lip at the sight of the man.

“Oui, I agree with that. I have too much coffee sometimes.” He grinned and glanced around his apartment. He lived alone and it was lonely sometimes. He wondered what it would be like to have a roommate.

“So, what are you going to watch?” He asked, remembering seeing the Netflix logo on her computer screen.

“Hmm, I was thinking of seeing Harry Potter.” She shrugged and Lafayette watched her bite down on her lip as she wasn’t looking at the screen. “I’m a huge Potter fan and have yet to go to the Harry Potter World at Disney. It’s sad.”

“Well, I have never watched Harry Potter… or gone to Disney. Maybe we can meet up one day and have a… how you say… a uh, movie marathon!” he nodded and grinned.

“You mean… Netflix and chill?” he watched her face make a cringe.

“Non! No! Just the Netflix part! You have my word, mon chérie!” he quickly said, not wanting her to think all he wanted was to sleep together.

“How about we meet up in person first before making those kinds of plans?”

Nodding, the two fell into comfortable conversation. Her about her childhood and Lafayette told Y/N about his time in France.

As they were both laying in bed talking, Lafayette was flipping through the channels of his tv, telling her the plot of a movie he had seen. That was when he heard the heavy breathing. Looking at his phone, the same phone he took his eyes off for just a minute. Seeing Y/N asleep, he smiled fondly and said a ‘goodnight’ before turning off the call and putting his phone down. Going to sleep himself.

The week went by the same. The two would text and call each other each night after work, deciding to not bother the other while at work, only during their lunch break and in the mornings. Though, her morning always started before his, Lafayette would always wake up to a “Good Morning” message.

Making plans to meet on Saturday, they agreed to have it so they would meet up with a group of friends so it wouldn’t be awkward or anything.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Thursday.

Friday.

Saturday.

Having met John’s friends throughout the week, they all found time to stop by the Barber shop. Lafayette got along with all of them. They had agreed to go to the bar on Saturday with him and of course, Peggy would bring her sisters along.

“Though, I’m sure Y/N already asked them!” she giggled at Lafayette who glared at her and told Peggy to get back to work. Only so she would stop teasing him.

Now the big day arrived, and he was excited, Y/N had been telling him how she was excited to introduce him to her long-time best friend, Thomas. The same Thomas who she swore he looked alike.

Arriving at the bar in a group of five, Rafael also there with his girlfriend Ashley. They found a large table for their group and a few minutes later, Lafayette went to the bathroom.

Y/N’s POV:

Pacing the outside of the bar with Thomas, Peggy, Angelica and Eliza. Y/N felt like she was going to throw up. “I can’t do this!” she turned to leave, only to be stopped by Thomas and she groaned as she was shoved into the bar. The sisters making way to the table with everyone and Thomas went to the bar with Y/N knowing she was worried.

“It’s gonna be fine, doll… he’s gonna love you, ok? I mean look at you… you’re what the kids call a Cinnamon bun!” he tried to pinch her cheeks, but Y/N slapped his hands away with a pout.

“Bitch…” she huffed and turned. “Get me something to drink, I’m gonna go use the bathroom and try not to throw up.” Without another word, Y/N entered the bathroom to try and calm her nerves.

Thomas’ POV:

As he waited for his drink, Y/N’s drink and the three sisters. Thomas tapped his finger against the bar counter waiting. Watching the game on the tv that was hung up.

“God Lafayette. The sisters I told you about are here… meaning so is Y/N and that Jeffershit. You’re going to Hate him like I do. I can just feel it, that nosy… cocky… son of a ….” Turning around with an eyebrow raised, Thomas looked amused as Alexander let out a loud, somewhat girly shriek.

“I’m sorry, what was that you were saying about me, Hamishit?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest.

“Wh- WHY IS YOUR HAIR UP LIKE THAT?” Alexander demanded to know, and Thomas rolled his eyes.

But before he could say anything, he was frozen. Seeing a man who looked just like him standing before him. ‘No wonder dumbass Hamilton got us confused.’ He thought to himself and when Y/N came over as well. She looked between the two man.

“Dude… you got some amazing D.N.A.” Thomas said with a nod of his head, hoping to break the weird silence.

“Merci mon ami… You as well!” Lafayette nodded, only to look at Y/N with a grin. The two, after telling their friends they would find a table to get to know one another.

Thomas was left there with a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Remembering stories of his mother tell him of the twin brother he should have had but he was taken when he was just a baby.

AN: I DID IT! I WROTE MY AU IDEA. WOWOW this is gonna be fun. Should I have started this with all my WIPs??? Probably not, but oh well. I HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT!

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[samwrights]

Baby Fever

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it 600 times. I need Hanamaki Takahiro to put a baby in me. Y’all are going to be so tired of me after this one. Fluff and slight NSFW. @dreamyjaems not totally daddy related, but pretty darn close ;)

Hanamaki;

The first time he notices it is when you’re both out with another pair of couple friends.

They’d been married for six years, while the two of you were entering three years together, and they’d just had their first baby less than a year ago.

Despite never mentioning a future desire for them, Makki watched the way you interacted with that little girl and he knew straight away.

Haha, I’m in danger.

The way your eyes soften when you hold her or the way you’ve created a new, soft persona that only spoke in high pitched gibberish

The way you were constantly buying the baby’s clothes for no reason. At all.

It becomes more apparent when the two of you are out shopping and you somehow end up in the kids clothing section.

Baby vans is where Makki draws the line. Do y’all know expensive baby vans are? I’d draw the line too.

“Sweetie...sweetheart...love of my life...” Makki has a grin on his face, his eyes aren’t open, and he’s holding your guys’ statement for your joint bank account. “Mind telling me why the fuck you spent $138 at the vans store when you didn’t buy any new vans?”

“How do you know that I didn’t?”

“Because you would have shown me them.” His grin drops into an entirely unamused look. “What did you do?”

Sighing in defeat, you walked over to a nearby shoe closet, pulling out three boxes of baby vans in varying colors and sizes. “They were just so cute 🥺”

Makki takes a seat beside you on the couch, hunching over his knees while covering his face with one hand. “I wish you’d just talk to me about this first before you went splurging on a kid we don’t even have yet.”

Yet?? Y E T??

“I was under the impression you didn’t want any.” And that wasn’t necessarily wrong, per se. The two of you were still young, trying to work through college debt, and weren’t as stable as you could be. But Makki was in this for the long haul, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t want you to be the mother of his future children.

“I mean I’m not opposed to the idea of trying.”

“...wanna start trying right now?”

“You son of a bitch, I’m in.”

Iwaizumi;

Iwaizumi was going to tear his hair out if he heard you coo at a baby one more time.

At first, it was fine. Yeah, the baby you spotted while the two of you were in line at Starbucks was cute. Even cuter when the baby waved to you, he wasn’t denying that.

But nearly every chance you got when the two of you were out in public, you’d smack him on the arm when you’d see a baby.

Legit, it was like you had a fucking radar on you.

“Haji, Haji, look! Look at how cute the wittle baby is!”

It was endearing, really, because he’d see the pout form on your lips as you tried to catch the infants attention. But again, that damned radar you had was driving him wild because it seemed to happen everywhere you went.

If there were toddler siblings or, heaven forbid, twins, you absolutely lost your shit. You fawning over one was bad enough but two? Or more? Good god.

Iwaizumi has banished all walks to the park. Walking your dog together? He made a new route away from the nearest children gathering place.

He couldn’t even bring you to McDonald’s anymore because you’d just stare at the fucking play place.

“D-do you really just not want kids, Hajime?” You’d asked him one time after seeing how red he turned with near anger? Maybe anger wasn’t the right word.

“That’s not it...”

???

He groans out of embarrassment cause he really doesn’t wanna admit this out loud. “Every time you talk about kids, I literally just wanna go home and fuck a baby into you.”

“Okay, so what the fuck are we waiting for?”

“College graduation???” Damn him and his logical rationalizations.

“We’re almost done with school—if we start now we’ll have already graduated before the baby’s even born.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Oikawa;

Oikawa actually entertains your baby fever—which is no help at all.

I see him totally being the dude that indulges watching 16&Pregnant, Teen Mom, etc. with you.

Half the time, you guys make bets over which couple’s going to break up, who loses custody of their child, so on and so forth.

But one thing remains consistent with the two of you—who the cutest babies are.

A constant topic of conversation between the two of you during these times is how idiotic some of the parents were. Have y’all ever seen Unexpected? Diego was the worst, and both of you had a unanimous opinion on that.

Unfortunately for you, these shows really start piquing your curiosity as to how yours and Oikawa’s little one would actually be.

And how the two of you would be as parents. It does upset you a little bit, considering he’s heavily focused on his pro career.

Oikawa notices the lack of desire to watch any of the aforementioned shows, despite that being a typical Friday night thing for the two of you. Friday night (baby) Fever.

“Alright, what’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing? I just feel like we should do something else.”

“Uh, no. I know you’re dying to see what the hell Max was doing while Chloe was giving birth.” 💀💀💀 he’s not wrong.

You gnaw on your lip while you make dinner—as per usual for your Friday nights. You always made something that required a bit more love while Tooru kept you up to date with his career.

“Do you think we would be better parents?”

“Duh,” he responds without skipping a beat. “both of us know how to make a bottle and change diapers.” He adds, referencing to the multitude of times you’d babysat friends’ kids or his newly born niece.

“Tooru, I’m serious.” A dry yet light laugh leaves his lips before he’s standing behind you, wrapping his arms just under your breasts and resting his chin on your head.

“I am too. I’ve just been waiting for you to give me permission.”

Oya? Wait, shit wrong person sorry

Needless to say, y’all don’t need to watch anymore pregnancy shows after this—too occupied with your own journey into parenthood.

Matsukawa;

Oh Mattsun, my clueless bunny.

He probably wouldn’t even notice, tbh, that you literally are in near tears when you see a cute baby.

Cause I imagine his s/o would be one that cries over all the cute things. Puppies? Cry. Kittens? Cry. Otter pups? Double cry.

But he seems to be missing the key theme here—b a b i e s, Issei.

He kinda dense.

You’ve always been good with kids without really trying, he learned, when you started watching your best friend’s five year old son once a week.

The little bean was your best friend, besides his mom and Issei of course. Every Thursday, you got up early so you could welcome the boy, make him breakfast, and hang out with him all day.

At first, it did funny things to Mattsun to see the way you’d glow while making slime or watching your favorite kid’s movies with him.

He learned quickly you could quote the entirety of Hercules and Mulan, and often acted out the singing parts with great theatrics.

When your best friend would come for her son, you’d get a little sad, enough for Mattsun to notice. He’s not that dense.

But dense enough not to notice the way you longingly stare at mothers holding the hands of their toddlers or carrying their babies while the two of you are out grocery shopping.

You’ve never wanted anything more than to have a kid with Issei. Even if he is kinda 💀💀

He’s so good to you, and it kinda hurts your heart the way he brushes off hanging out with you and the kiddo. Like he doesn’t want children period.

So, like any other healthy relationship, you actually decide to sit down and have a talk with him about this. Low key, it kinda scared him cause he thought you were about to dump him. “Do you see yourself having kids in the future?”

“Babe, I physically cannot.”

“I fucking hate you, Issei. I’m being serious.” Despite your words, you try not to laugh. You failed.

“What brought this on?”

“You just never seem to want to hang out with me and the rugrat when he’s over.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s just really hot watching you play mom.”

“You know, I don’t have to play mom.”

“Bedroom. Now.”

[dripkingpetey]

love-e.pettersson

ive been working on this for a few days and im kinda proud of it! would love some feedback from you or requests for other story lines, i promise i’ll stop doing the friends to lovers storylines haha. i also accidentally deleted this and i was so sacred i couldnt get it back but here it is! i hope you enjoy.

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he loves you, you know that right?

“why did you drag me here, i really don’t like hockey and you know that.” you said as you sighed to your bestfriend lucie while she pulls you down to your seats in rogers arena. 

“i know you don’t.” lucie said with a bright smile on her face. “but, you’re gonna learn to like it.” you look at her in confusion. “so, this is your way of torturing me as if you don’t already torture me enough by bringing me to parties.” you said while sitting down and looking at the players who are starting to get on the ice. “maybe.” lucie said with a wide grin and a mischievous look on her face before puck drop starts.

you’ve never been big on hockey, which is surprising considering you have lived in vancouver your whole life and your family is super big hockey fans. you also aren't the most extroverted person. sure, you’d go out to bars sometimes but mostly just with your close friends.

“what part of this sport do you even like?” you said as the game is going into the third period the canucks are now up 4-1 against the opposing team which you don’t even really know who they are. “well, if I’m being honest some of them are really hot but mostly cause of the sport.” you scoffed at her response. “none of them are hot from where i can see.” lucie looked at you with a shocked look. “oh you’ll get it once you get to know the players more.” you give her a confused look and put your full attention back to the game.

-

canucks ended up winning the game 5-2, lucie was very happy about it and you could tell cause she wanted to go out for a couple drinks and you didn’t want to say no so you agreed to go.

you had been at the bar for about twenty minutes and lucie was already gone which isn’t surprising, she was probably sleeping with some guy right now.

you started to panic a little when a creepy old dude came up to you and started hitting on you. “hey pretty girl, want to come home with me?” he started putting his hand on your arm which was resting on the table. you look around for lucie in panic but she’s no where to be found. 

you then feel a pair of arms sneak around your waist and you get even more freaked out. 

“hey babe, sorry i was gone for so long.” elias says to you with a smile but then proceeds to give the creepy dude the alien death stare which worked. after the dude leaves elias faces you and starts speaking. “sorry i touched you like that, it looked like you were alone and that guy was creeping you out so i thought you could use some help.” he shoots an apologetic smile at you. 

“its okay,” you give him a smile back. “thank you a lot actually, i have no idea where my friend went.” you take another look around the bar before looking back and him. 

“i’m elias by the way.” he smiles at you while holding his hand out for you to shake it. “y/n.” you say before shaking his hand. 

“so elias, what are you doing in this bar on a thursday night?” you gesture for him to sit down next to you. “if i told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” elias lets out a soft laugh while sitting down across from you. “tell me, i wanna know.” elias sighs lightly before he starts speaking again. “i’m with them,” he gestures over to brock, jake, quinn, thatcher and troy. you look over to see them all waving at you and laughing at elias, you laugh softly and wave back at the before turning your attention back to elias. “ah, so i’m guessing you’re on the canucks?”

elias lets out a nervous laugh. “yeah, why don’t we go somewhere else where the boys aren’t up my ass?” you take another sip out of your drink. “i would love to.” he holds out his hand for you and as you guys walk out you can hear the guys chirping, but when you look over to elias you can see him giving the death stare to the boys and it makes you laugh. “you have a scary death stare jeez.” elias leads you to his car. “that’s surprisingly what the fans love me for.” he smiles at you before opening the car 

door for you.

-

“…and that’s all what led me to being on the canucks.” elias said to you while eating a chip out of the chip bowl you had prepared. it had been a couple hours since you guys left the bar and went back to your apartment, you don’t know why but it felt like you and elias had such a strong bond already that you both felt like you can talk for hours and hours and never get tired of each other, he felt the same way too. “jeez, i kinda sound like a douche. i’ve been talking about myself all night, please tell me more about you.” elias said to you while you laughed at his words. 

“it’s all good, i’ve been the one asking questions anyways.” you smiled while responding to him. “no seriously, tell me something about you before i have to go which i really don’t want to by the way.” 

you look at the time and realize its almost twelve am so you proceed to give him a quick response. “well, i’ve lived in vancouver my whole life. and i’m currently going to ubc as a nursing student.” you smiled at his now very amused face. 

“see, that’s something i wouldn’t have known if you didn’t say it,” he laughs a little before he finishes his sentence. “can i get your number? i have practice early tomorrow morning but i’m free for the rest of the day if you want to hang out.” 

you smile at his words and take his phone from him. “of course you can, i’m free tomorrow too just give me a call.” you said while handing his phone back to him after you’ve entered your number. elias gives you a wide grin and you both get up so you could walk him to the door. “goodnight elias.” you look up at him with a smile as he’s standing in the doorway. “goodnight y/n, sweet dreams.” he said and then started to walk down the hallway towards the elevator. “pettersson!” you called out at him and he turns around confused. “text me when you get home.” he gives you the thumbs up and you close your door and head to bed. 

no ones ever shown this much attention to elias before, at least no one he’s truly cared about. 

he smiled to himself on his drive home cause he was excited to text you again.

*contact name changed to “y/n<3”* 

text message to y/n<3:i just got home, thank you for the awesome night :).

-

it’s been a couple weeks since you and elias had met at the bar, you basically hung out with each other anytime you could. 

you were each others best friends at this point, sure the guys would make fun of elias for being in love with you but you couldn’t see it, elias knows he has some feelings for you but he wasn’t sure about it yet. he also didn’t want to risk the amazing friendship you guys had started.

“hey, are you coming to the game tonight?” elias asked over the phone to you.

you let out a sigh before you start speaking. “i’ll try, schools been really hard lately but i should be able to finish studying tonight.” elias could hear the tiredness in you voice and it hurt him to see you like this. “y/n, its okay. you don’t have to try and make it, focus on school its way important. you have many more games of mine that you can watch.” he left out a soft chuckle at the end of his sentence. 

“i’ll still try though, i’ll give you a text if i can make it.” you said to him as you looked at the last large text book you had to read through and look at the giant pile of coffee cups surrounding your desk. 

“okay, love you, i gotta go.” “love you too e, good luck.” you both quickly exchanged goodbyes as you started reading your last text book. you knew there was no way you were going to be able to make it to his game tonight and you felt really bad, you sighed it off as you put your attention back to studying and occasionally looking at the canucks game that was now playing on your tv.

-

the game had ended, canucks lost by one but petey is a sore loser so obviously he was sad, which made him show up at your apartment, he brought pizza from your favourite place downtown.

you were passed out on the couch though, which resulted in elias having to pull out his spare key and sneaking into your apartment.

“elias?” you mumbled out as you felt him sit next to where you were laying on the couch, he motioned for you to lay you head on his lap and you did.

“hey sleepy girl, i brought our favourite pizza.” he said to you with a smile. no matter how bad of a day elias was having, you could always make him smile.

you positioned your head so you’re now facing up at him and you give him a big smile. “thank you, can we snuggle and watch a movie?” elias starts rubbing your cheek softly. “of course we can y/n.”

the night ended with you and elias falling asleep on the couch together while watching a movie he had picked out, you both forgot about all the stress from today and just enjoyed the moment.

-

“he loves you, you know that right?” brock said to you as he came by and sat next to you.

it was the start of summer, tanev decided to host a little barbecue for the whole team before everyone left vancouver and went back to their home towns for the summer.

you were sitting in the backyard watching elias talk to huggy. “what?” you said to brock with confusion. “no he doesn’t.”

brock scoffed at your response. “dude, you can’t be serious. how do you not see it.”

you thought about what brock said for awhile before you gave him a response. “does he talk about me?” you looked at brock while taking a sip of your drink. 

“does he talk about you? of course he fucking does y/n, all the time. especially when you don’t show up to our games, it’s worse when we’re on the road.” 

you smile to yourself at what brock said.

-

you were quite tipsy by the end of the night and elias didn’t want to let you go home alone, so you spent the night at his place.

“elias?” you said in your sweet drunken tone as you both settled into his bed, and you faced your body in his direction. 

“yes?” he said while playing with your hair softly. 

“brock said something to me earlier,” you said while pulling your body close to his.

 “of course he did,” he said with a sigh. “what’d he say this time?” 

“apparently you talk about me a lot?” you said with a soft laugh and your fingers now tracing up and down his back.

“yeah, yeah i do. i talk shit about you all the time.” he says sarcastically knowing where this conversation was going.

“hey!” you said as you playfully punched him. “i was going to do something but i guess not anymore.” you said with a huff.

he lifts your chin up to face him. before you knew it you guys were kissing each other, it was a soft, long and sweet kiss.

elias pulled away with a big grin on his face and you did too. you talked to each other for the rest of the night, you ended up falling asleep before elias did but he did too shortly after.

you woke up to the smell of elias making waffles, you hugged him from behind and he didn’t even notice you were awake until you did that.

“it smells really good,” you said to elias before kissing his cheek and begging for him to hug you. 

he pulls you into his grip and whispers in your ear. “do you wanna go to sweden with me for the summer?”

you look up at him with slight shock. “yeah, why not.” you said to him with a smile and he gets very excited and spins you around, you kiss for awhile until you smell something burning and you pull away.

“shit.” elias mumbles as he deals with the burnt waffles and you’re both laughing your asses off.

[kurts-still-here]

Hugs and Hickeys Kurt/Sam FanFiction

Hi everyone, I was inspired to write another Hevans fic by someone on Archive Of Our Own and because I love them so I’d appreciate it a lot if you checked it out and told me what you think. You can leave any comments on here or on Archive Of Our Own or FanFiction.Net. Thank you!! 😁😁😎😎

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Kurt and Sam were currently in Kurt’s bedroom, in the middle of making out. They had been waiting for this day for a while now seeing that they had to be very careful and had to plan out their make-out sessions and dates since they were dating in secret. Secret relationships were hard work. 

Kurt had Cheerios practice on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from 6:00 to 9:00 and then Sam had football on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays from 5:00 to 8:00. They both had glee club together on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 4:00 to 5:00 which only gave them Fridays and the weekend to hang out and go on dates. But seeing as no one else knew about their relationship except their parents who had promised to keep it a secret it was hard to come up with excuses as to why they couldn’t hang out with their friends over the weekends.

 Finn would always invite Sam and the glee guys over to their house for sleepovers and game nights and the glee girls would always invite Kurt over to one of their houses for a sleepover or for him to go to the mall with them. It was easy for Sam to make up excuses at first because he was able to say that he had homework or that he had to watch his siblings. But as time went on his friends had gotten suspicious of him because he would always use the same excuses over and over again causing Sam to have to come up with a different plan. Kurt wasn’t as lucky as Sam was in the first place because first, he was a terrible liar and second, he knew that his friends wouldn’t believe him if he told them that he had work to do over the weekend because Kurt was one of McKinley’s top students and always had his work done.

 So eventually they just went with it and Kurt would go with the girls and Sam would go with the guys. Whatever free time they had they took advantage of. In the rare event that Sam was not invited over by Finn and that Kurt was not invited by one of the girls and Finn was over at Puck’s house, Kurt would invite Sam over and they would watch movies or make out or just sleep together because they were tired out from their busy lives. If Finn was supposed to come home at a certain time then Kurt would set an alarm as a reminder for Sam to leave before Finn saw them. Sam never wanted to leave so Kurt started adding an extra 5 minutes to the alarm to give Sam enough time to complain before Kurt kicked him out. Sometimes they would get really lucky and Finn would spend the weekend out of the house, allowing Sam to not have to leave so soon but that was an even rarer occasion.

 Yes, their secret was hard to keep especially when they loved each other so much and wanted to be around each other as much as possible but it was also fun and romantic in a way. The way they could make eye contact and they could see the love they had for one another in their eyes. How they could look at each other and it was like an inside joke that was only for them. The way they would get all lightheaded and would feel fluffy inside when they brushed shoulders or accidentally touched hands with each other (even though it was never an accident to them). The idea of them being together but being the only ones who knew about it, not having anyone in their business was comforting and calming.

 Ever since Kurt had personally introduced himself to Sam in the hallway when Sam had first joined the new Directions they knew they had loved each other, it was love at first sight. Sam had decided that if they won the competition then he would tell Kurt how he felt about him on their “date” but that never happened because Finn intervened. Sam came to the conclusion that even though he loved Kurt and he was pretty sure that Kurt loved him that Lima was not the place to be in a relationship with another boy, especially McKinley. So even though Kurt had broken off their partnership and they had gone their separate ways regarding the duets, Sam had still told Kurt how he felt about him and was relieved when Kurt said he felt the same way.

 They had both agreed to keep the relationship a secret, only telling their parents because they had the right to know who their children went out with. Kurt had made his dad and Carol promise not to mention Sam and him to Finn because first of all, Finn was the reason that they had decided to keep it a secret in the first place along with bullies and second of all, because once Finn knew then the whole glee club would now and then the whole school would know and then the whole town would know and then so much for their romantic secret.

 So yes it was hard but they made it work because they were so in love. They didn’t know how long they would keep it a secret but right now all they cared about was the time that they got to share with each other and it was enough for the moment.

 Little did they know that soon their secret would fall apart and they would be exposed. And it was all because of Sam’s big lips.

 “I love you so much Kurt,” Sam said while he kissed Kurt’s neck. “You’re so cute and hot and sexy and I love you.”

 “I love you too Sam,” Kurt said, giggling. He loved how much Sam complimented him, telling him how good of a boyfriend he was or how good looking he was. How sweet and kind he thought Kurt was and how he wasn’t afraid to show his love for Kurt. Sam was the sweetest guy he had ever met. “You're sexy too.”

 “I want to be with you forever,” Sam told him, in between sucking Kurt’s neck. “I want to go to New York with you and I want to be a model and you’ll be a successful designer and we’ll be rich and successful and we’ll start a family and we’ll be together forever.”

 “You’re too cute Sam,” Kurt told him. “I want that to.”

 They continued their kissing until Kurt’s phone went off, signaling that it was time for Sam to leave before Finn got home. Kurt pushed Sam away and Sam groaned before leaning in for another kiss.

 “Sam, you do this every time babe,” Kurt said, reluctantly letting Sam continue to kiss him. “You have to go now or else Finn’s going to find out about us.”

 “I hate Finn,” Sam said, pouting. “He’s a douche.”

 “You know usually I’d stand up for him but he really is,” Kurt agreed. “But if we want to keep this between us then you have to go Sam.”

 “Ugh,” Sam said when Kurt playfully pushed him away again. “Is it such a crime for a guy to want to make out with his boyfriend?”

 “Sadly, apparently to  some people it is babe,” Kurt said, sighing sadly to himself. “But remember that next week my dad is taking Finn to a football game with Puck and all the girls are busy so we’ll have the whole weekend.”

 “I don’t want to wait,” Sam said. “I know we both agree that this is romantic but I feel like I never get to spend time alone with you. There’s school and glee and then I have football and you have Cheerios and then all our friends want to hang out and there’s only so many excuses I can come up with. I just want to kiss you and cuddle with you and go out on romantic dates with you. It’s not fair.”

 “I know it’s not Sam but it’s just for the moment. It’s not like we’re gonna keep this a secret forever.” Kurt reminded him.

 “Well how much longer do I have to wait before I can hold your hand in public without having to worry about being slushied or without having to worry about Finn?” Sam asked.

 “Well when the time does come we’ll just have to deal with it. Let’s just remember how much fun it is to have our own little secret.”

 Sam went into kiss Kurt again and Kurt accepted it but stood up making Sam stand up along with him and then grabbed Sam’s bag before walking him to the door, still attached to him. 

 “Sam” Kurt whined. “You have to leave, like now.”

 “Come on, I still have a good ten minutes?” Sam guessed but judging by Kurt’s raised eyebrow he had gotten it wrong. “Five?”

 “It’s not just if Finn sees you here. What if you two drive past each other? He’ll get suspicious and then he’ll ask me and you know how much of a terrible liar I am right? We’d get exposed and I don’t want everyone to find out from someone else. I want to tell everyone, with you, when we’re ready to. Now seriously, go,” Kurt said, one hand on his hip and the other pointing out the door.

 “You know you’re really hot when you’re mad babe,” Sam said, a playful grin on his face. Kurt just smirked and rolled his eyes and Sam gave him one more kiss in the lips before walking out of Kurt’s bedroom. 

 “Call me when you get home,” He shouted after Sam. 

“I will,” Sam shouted back and once Kurt heard Sam close his front door he closed his bedroom door and went to go get ready for bed.

 He went into his bathroom to grab a washcloth and then put some water on it before walking back into his bedroom and going to sit at his vanity. He took all his skincare products out and neatly placed them on the table before taking the washcloth and gently pressing it onto his pale skin. And that’s when he saw…

 A giant hickey on his neck.

 His thoughts admittedly went to Sam (even though they had already been there) and he just stared at his neck with wide-eyes, softly touching the mark with his fingers. This could not be happening, this thing was huge. Of course it was, Sam had big lips and they were wonderful when you kissed them and Kurt loved it when Sam kissed his neck with them but never had he given him a hickey. Kurt had to admit that it was hot and he wasn’t mad at Sam for giving him one. He was nervous about how fast all of this could fall apart.

 If his friends saw the hickey then they would obviously want to know who it was and once again, he was a bad liar. They would see right through him and it would only get worse when they would name off their list of suspects. They would probably think it was Blaine and of course it wasn’t Blaine so Kurt wouldn’t be lying to them about that. His friends would probably still think he was lying though so then they would probably contact Blaine seeing that some of them like Rachel and Mercedes were friends with him. Blaine would say no because it wasn’t him but then would get suspicious about why they had thought it was him in the first place.

 Yes Kurt had had a small crush on Blaine but that was before he fell in love with Sam. His feelings for the Warbler were completely platonic now. Then Blaine would ask him why his friends thought that he had given him a hickey and then Kurt wouldn’t know what to tell Blaine because if he told him it was Sam then Blaine would definitely tell Rachel or Mercedes. Then the whole glee club would now and then the whole school and then the whole town and then their secret would be out.

 Maybe he was overreacting and overthinking the whole situation and you could just tell him to cover it up with some makeup but then the makeup would get in his clothes and he couldn’t have that happening. You could just tell him to wear one of his stylish turtlenecks but it was April and turtleneck season was over.

 After thinking this through and coming up with nothing he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of him standing in the mirror, focusing on his neck. He then sent the picture to Sam and told him to call him when he got home, that it was urgent.

 He paced back and forth in his room, forgetting about his skincare routine and instead focusing on the problem at hand. Sure he could just tell everyone that it was from Sam and that they were dating. Yes, Finn may bitch at them at first but he would get over it and he knew that the rest of the club would accept it but he wasn’t worried so much about them knowing as he was them telling. He didn’t want his romance with Sam to be scarred with slushies and locker shoves and dumpster dives. It was bad enough that he had to endure it, he didn't want the same for Sam. Plus, they had only been dating for about five months and he wanted their secret romance to last just a little bit longer.

 He had continued pacing for about ten minutes when he heard his phone ring. He quickly picked it up and answered it, knowing that it was Sam.

 “Hey babe,” Sam said through the phone. “Nice pic,”

 “I don’t think it’s as nice as you think it is,” Kurt said, rubbing his temples. “You don’t see anything wrong do you?”

 “No,” Sam said at first, confused. “But if this is about your clothes then you already know I don’t know anything about fashion so text Mercedes or someone else.”

 “No Sam,” Kurt said, frustrated. “Zoom in on my neck and I think you’ll see the problem.”

 “Okay?” Sam asked. “Give me a minute,”

 Kurt patiently tapped his foot as he waited to hear Sam’s reaction.

 “Whoa, babe, how come I didn’t see this before? Who did that to you because I’m gonna go and beat their ass right now?” Sam shouted into the phone. Kurt just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

 “I’m pretty sure that it’s impossible to beat your own ass Sam,” Kurt said, plainly, waiting for Sam to understand.

 “What do you mean? I didn’t hit you and give you a bruise,” Sam stated.

 “Sam you gave me a hickey,” Kurt said, giving up on any hope that Sam would get it. “How does that look like someone punched me? Yes it’s a bit larger but your mouth is smaller than a fist honey.”

 “Wait, I did that?” Sam asked, as his voice changed from confused to freaked out. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Kurt. I didn’t mean to leave any marks. God, please don’t break up with me. I can buy you something to fix it with. Or…” Kurt cut him off.

 “Sam babe, calm down. I’m not mad at you, it’s hot. I just don’t know how I’m going to cover something this big up. You do know that if the glee club finds out about this that they're eventually going to find out about us? I don’t want that to happen,” Kurt assured his boyfriend.

 “Can’t you cover it up with make-up?” His boyfriend asked and Kurt thought it was funny that Sam thought it was that easy for him.

 “Not unless I want make-up on my outfits. No, that’s not an option. My clothes are expensive and so is dry cleaning. It’s bad enough I have to deal with slushies and garbage juice.”

 “How about something like one of those shirts with the long sleeves but the sleeve is for your neck… god what’s it called, I’m blanking on the name?” Sam asked and Kurt heard him snapping his fingers.

 “It’s called a turtleneck, babe,” Kurt informed him. “But that’s also out of the question because it’s April and if I’m seen wearing a turtleneck in the spring then the girls will definitely know something is up and their first guess will be that I got my neck sucked.”

 “Well that’s all I can think of.” Sam admitted. “Gosh, babe I’m so sorry. I ruined our secret.”

 “No, Sam, don’t say that” Kurt assured him, changing to a softer tone. :You didn’t ruin anything, you just have to be more careful next time.”

 “But your neck is your favorite place,” Sam whined. “And I like kissing it too.”

 “You know me very well Sam,” Kurt joked but then he suddenly got an idea and he snapped his fingers. “I think I figured it out.”

 “What is it?” Sam asked him, excitedly. 

 “I may be able to make a short-sleeved turtleneck using one of my out of season ones. Apparently they're really stylish in New York. All I would have to do is cut the sleeves and maybe do something with the cuffs so it doesn't look ridged.” Kurt thought aloud to Sam.

 “Like I said, I don’t know anything about fashion but it sounds hot. And anything as long as it covers that up.” Sam told him, sounding hopeful.

 “Okay then. Whew, that’s a relief. I can breathe again,” Kurt said, walking  into his closet and finding the boxes that he had put all his last season stuff in. Yes, he was dreading wearing something from last season but at least it would be his own and he dreaded the thought of everyone finding out about him and Sam more. Sacrifices had to be made in secret relationships.

 “Let me see here,” He told Sam. “I have a light blue one, a dark blue one, a black one and a white one. Seeing that it’s spring I think either light blue or white but what do you think babe?”

 “Which one is tighter?” Sam teased and Kurt rolled his eyes.

 “The white one but then it would be see through and I could always make the blue one together if you wanted. Plus the color would complement my eyes, don’t you think?

 “I think you’d look great in anything,” Sam said.

 “Flattery will get you far in life honey,” Kurt told him, laughing at his boyfriend’s comment. He really was the sweetest. He was so lucky to have Sam. “So I guess the blue one it is.”

 He picked up the blue one and put the other shirts back in their box. He put the box back and walked out of his closet and back into his room. He took one of the mannequins that he had to make his own pieces of clothing and put the blue shirt over it.

 “Okay, I gotta go now Sam but I’ll text you a picture when I’m done with it alright?”

 “Okay, I’m sure it’ll be great.” Sam paused. “I’m really sorr…” Kurt cut him off again.

 “Sam, honey you don’t have to keep apologizing. It was an accident and we figured it out. Besides, it's just another one of our little secrets right? Don’t worry about it, I was just freaking out a little.” Kurt assured Sam once again. He hadn’t meant to make Sam feel bad or to make Sam think that he was mad at him. Kurt just tended to stress out over everything and he always wanted to know what was going on or what was going to happen.

 “Ok, I’ll forget about it. Good luck with your shirt babe,” Sam said. “Goodnight, I love you.” Sam blew a kiss into his phone.

 “I love you too honey,” Kurt said, blowing him a kiss back. “See you tomorrow.”

 Sam hung up and Kurt set his phone down on his bed before he turned all his attention to his project. He was in for a long night.

Kurt had spent four hours working on his shirt but it was worth it because he looked stunning in it. He had cut the sleeves and then folded them up and sewed them down. He had made the shirt skin-tight for Sam and had decorated the end of the sleeves with embroidery jewels. Then he paired the outfit with black skinny jeans, a pair of black leather boots and a pair of sunglasses. He had sent Sam a picture of his outfit when he had finished getting ready for school and Sam was ecstatic about the outfit. Sam had said that he was glad that he had given Kurt the hickey and that he should give him more, making Kurt roll his eyes. 

 Kurt grabbed his bag for school and headed downstairs to grab a piece of fruit for his breakfast. He walked into the kitchen and saw that the rest of his family was in there as well. He grabbed an apple and sat down at the table with his dad and Finn while Carol stood at the stove making Finn and his dad eggs and pancakes. 

 “Good morning sweetie,” Carol said when he had sat down. “You look nice today.”

 “Thank you Carol,” Kurt beamed. “I made the shirt myself.”

 “Well it’s lovely dear. Isn’t it a nice shirt, boys?” She asked her husband and son. Neither of them responded, Finn still being half asleep and his dad looking at the newspaper.

 “It’s okay Carol,” Kurt assured her. “I know they aren’t interested into the fashion stuff.” They laughed together before she turned her attention back to making breakfast. Kurt really didn’t mind that his dad wasn’t interested in his outfit today. He didn’t want his dad to ask some stupid question like “You’re dressed up today, is it for anyone in particular?” and then stir up any suspension in Finn. It was better that his dad and Finn didn’t pay any attention to his turtleneck.

 Kurt ate his apple while checking his social media and then waited for Finn to wake up and eat his breakfast so he could drive him to school. Thankfully the car ride was like any other day, they both sang along to songs on the radio and talked about glee club. Finn didn’t ask any questions about Kurt’s outfit which just made Kurt even more confident that his secret with Sam was safe.

 When they arrived at school they walked in the building together and down the hallway before splitting up when they saw their friends. Finn went over to Sam, Puck, Mike and Artie while Kurt went over to the girls who were already standing at his locker, waiting for him.

 “Look at you, white boy,” Mercedes said, holding out her arms to give Kurt a hug which he returned. “You look good.”

 “When did you buy that shirt?” Brittany asked him. “I’ve never seen it before.”

 “I made it Britt.” He told the girls proudly. “It was originally a last season, long-sleeved shirt but I cut the sleeves off of it and put some jewels on it and ta-da.” He informed them, spinning around. “It’s one of my best works.”

 “It’s a nice shirt and it really shows you off but a last season shirt?” Quinn asked him, sharing a knowing look with Santana. “Are you okay Kurt?”

 Kurt’s body froze for a moment but he quickly got a hold of himself and smiled and nodded to the girls. Of course if anyone were to notice something was off it would be Quinn and Santana.

 “Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just really bored last night and I was going through my old clothes when I found this and you know, it goes with my eyes and I was bored so I made it my own..” Kurt rambled and was starting to think that he blew his cover. Now all the girls were looking at him funny, like he had two heads.

 “Uh huh,” Santana said, slowly nodding her head. Kurt froze again as she walked up to him, taking her long manicured finger and lifting the collar of his shirt down to find out that he had a huge, hickey on his neck. “Exactly what I thought,” She said as she lifted the shirt down more so that the rest of the girls could see.

 “Oh my god, Kurt,” Rachel loudly shrieked, capturing the attention of the guys who were on the other side of the hallway. “That hickey is huge.”

 “Keep your voice down Rachel,” Kurt hissed at her as he pulled his collar back up. “I don’t need the whole school to hear that I have a huge hickey on my neck.” He frowned and paused. “But it’s not that bad right, like it’s not that big is it?”

 The girls exchanged an uneasy look with each other before collectively saying “No” except for Santana who said, “Yes it looks like a fish sucked your neck.” Which made Kurt even more nervous since they could put two and two together and figure out that it was Sam.

 Speak of the devil, Sam and the rest of the guys had come over to see what had made Rachel yell about Kurt. Finn, Mike, Puck and Artie were all confused while Sam stood in the back of the group, trying to make himself unknown to the group. Kurt was glad that Sam had been thinking and that he had stayed with the group because if Sam wasn’t there then that could just make him an even bigger suspect in their mystery.

 “What’s going on?” Puck asked the girls.

 “Yeah, what happened Kurt, why’d Rachel scream?” Finn asked him. Kurt was still to nervous to speak so he just stood there, knowing that one of the girls would eventually tell the boys.

 “Someone sucked Kurt’s neck,” Brittany answered, dreamily. “Was it Blaine Warbler?”

 “What? No Britt, Blaine and I are just friends plus Blaine’s mouth is not that big,” Kurt rambled, ignoring the looks on his brother’s and male friends’ faces. “We aren’t dating, just friends.”

 “Well if it wasn’t Gelmet then who was it?” Santana asked him and the group turned a questioning eye on Kurt, pressuring him to tell the truth but Kurt wasn’t going to crack. He would lie if he had to whether they ended up believing him or not.

 “That’s for me to know and for you to never find out,” Kurt told them, sternly. “It’s known of your business.”

 “What if we guess?” Tina asked and the group nodded their heads in agreement with the idea.

 “No, no guessing. I’m not telling you who it is, you probably don’t even know who it is.”

 “I think I have a right to know who my brother’s dating,” Finn stated. “I mean does Burt and my mom know?”

 “Actually they do,” Kurt told him. “And no, you don’t have a right to know. I’m a teenage boy, stop treating me like I’m a baby who needs his brother to look out for him. A boy sucked my neck, I don’t want to go flaunting it around hence the shirt.”

 “See, you obviously don’t want us to know who it is because you know we wouldn’t approve which is why you’re so defensive,” Puck said, raising an eyebrow. “Who was it Princess, a bad boy, some motorcycle dude. Whoa, did you have sex with this guy?”

 “No Noah, I did not have sex with this guy,” Kurt hissed as Finn grew pale and the rest of the group looked even more shocked then previously. “We made it, we’re dating, we love each other and I’m not telling you who it is. Give it a rest.”

 “You aren’t getting off that easy, White Boy,” Mercedes told him.

 “Yeah, we’re all friends here, if one of us had a hickey then we would totally tell each other who did it,” Puck said, Artie, Mike and Santana nodding along with him.

 “I wouldn’t want to know that information,” Kurt mumbled.

 “Just watch out Kurt,” Rachel warned him. “We’ll be watching your every move today and we will figure out who gave you that hickey.”

 “Yeah and then when we do, we’re all going to have a nice chit-chat so we can figure out whether we approve or not,” Finn said. “Right guys?”

 “Right,” All the guys said except for Sam who was just half mindedly listening in on the conversation.

 “Umm Sam?” Artie asked him, waving his hands in Kurt’s boyfriend’s face. “Earth to Sam, are you with us?” Sam snapped out of his trance and looked up to see that everyone was staring at him. He quickly glanced at Kurt who told him with his eyes to say something.

 “Uh, yeah right, We’re gonna find this guy Kurt and we’re gonna teach him a lesson.” Sam said, trying to sound like he was paying attention but failing miserably.

 Everyone including Kurt just rolled their eyes at him and then turned back to Kurt as the bell rang, signaling that it was time to get to class.

 “Remember Lady Hummel,” Santana lectured him. “We’re always watching.”

 And with that everyone left Kurt standing at his locker as they walked off to their designated classes. Kurt was a complete wreck inside, seeing as his plan had completely backfired. Someone was going to figure it out and then they would confront him and Sam and then the truth would be out and then it would be so much for their fun, romantic secret relationship.

 Kurt sighed and took out his phone when he heard it ding. He saw it was from Sam and opened it up.

 To Kurt: Hope you aren’t mad at me for kind blowing our cover 😊

 Kurt smiled and texted his boyfriend back.

 To Sam: Of course I’m not mad babe, you just need to pay attention some more 😊

 To Kurt: You look even better in person. See you later? 😊

 To Sam: See you later. Love ya!! 😊

 To Kurt: Love ya too!!

 Kurt put his phone in his pocket and started walking to his first period class, thinking of how he was going to get through the day with his friend’s eyes constantly on him.

“Sam this is a disaster,” Kurt half yelled, half whispered at his boyfriend. He had managed to get away from all his friends and to find Sam so they could talk in private in the choir room. “They’ve literally been watching me all day. Santana and Brittany went through my call log and messages, luckily I had all our conversations deleted and then I was on my phone in the hallway and Puck and Finn nearly scared the crap out of me when they ambushed me and took my phone. I can’t take this anymore.”

 Sam was just sitting down in one of the chairs as he watched Kurt pace back and forth, worried about how upset Kurt was. “What should we do?”

 “I don’t know,” Kurt admitted, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I don’t know but we need to figure out something quick before they find us here.”

 “Babe,” Sam said, concerned, getting up to take Kurt’s hands so he would stop ruining his hair. “It's not that serious, just calm down.”

 “But it is,” Kurt cried. “I don’t want anyone to know. You know how much more harassment I’m going to get if the football team and the other jocks know that we’re dating. They’d think that I converted you or something and they’d be even more mad at me and then you would get tortured too and I don’t want that for us.”

 “Well if that’s what’s bothering you then I don’t care about those dicks.” Sam said and Kurt laughed a little at Sam’s choice of words. “Seriously, I’d rather get slushied or shoved up against a locker a few times a day then see you this stressed out. Besides, I can always beat them up if they bother us.” He said, nonchalantly.

 “Don’t you see though Sam. We shouldn’t have to worry about that kind of stuff. We shouldn’t have to go through that just because we love each other.” Kurt explained. “And sure you can beat them up but at the end of the day it’s not going to change how they feel about us.”

“Well it will send them the message to back off,” Sam said, hopefully. “I’d do anything for you Kurt.”

 “And I'd do anything for you Sam,” Kurt said back, smiling. 

 Sam leaned forward to give Kurt a kiss which turned into them kissing each other, staying glued together.

 “Sam, babe,” Kurt said, trying to get Sam to stop but even he didn’t want it to end. “Sam, we can’t do this here.”

 “Why not?” Sam asked, innocently. “No one else is around and I want to kiss you,”

 “You know exactly why not,” Kurt huffed. “At any moment someone could jump out from behind the door or something and then they would see us.”

 “Well… and don’t get mad at me but what if we just tell them?” Sam asked and Kurt raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “Just the glee kids and we make the like, swear to secrecy. Then we wouldn’t have to hide from them anymore and we could hang out more.”

 “Is that what you really want though Sam?” Kurt asked him. Yes Kurt wanted that but he also couldn’t fully trust the glee club to keep a secret because they were terrible at it. “Quinn and Santana are the most gossipy bitches in the school and I’m not saying that they’ll deliberately tell anyone but they have friends outside of this club, what if it slips?”

 “Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes babe,” Sam said, rubbing Kurt’s hands. “But I’m not ashamed of you and I hope you aren’t ashamed of me, so I don’t want to hide anymore. At least not from our friends.”

 “I’m not ashamed of you Sam,” Kurt said, taking his hand and brushing Sam’s cheek. “You're the best boyfriend in the world. You really want to tell them?”

Sam nodded his head eagerly.

 Kurt sighed. He didn’t want to disappoint Sam by denying his request seeing that he was so happy about the idea of not hiding anymore. “Okay, yeah, let’s tell them. I’ll text them to meet us here right now.”

 “Yes,” Sam exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. He picked up Kurt in a giant hug and spun him around the room. “Now we can hang out more and I can kiss you more and we can actually go out on dates and we won’t have to worry about running into anyone. Yes, this is amazing babe,”

 “I’m glad you think so,” Kurt laughed as he typed the message into the glee group chat.

 From Kurt

To Everyone: Meet me in the choir room ASAP, I have something to tell you 😁

 From Santana 

To Everyone: Does it have anything to do with your mysterious loverboy?

 From Brittany

To Everyone: ????

 From Puck

To Everyone: ????

 From Artie

To Everyone: ????

 From Finn

To Everyone: ????

 From Quinn

To Everyone: ????

 From Kurt

To Everyone: Maybe, okay

 From Kurt

To Everyone: Just stop with the question marks 😡

 From Rachel

To Everyone: ????

 From Rachel

To Everyone: Wait sorry I didn’t mean to do that

 From Kurt

To Everyone: 🙄

 From Santana

To Everyone: 🙄😑

 From Finn

To Everyone: Okay little bro we’ll be there in a few

 From Kurt

To Everyone: Take your time 😊

 From Santana

To Everyone: You wish Lady Hummel

 From Santana

To Everyone: I’m already on my way, running down the hall

 From Kurt

To Everyone: 🙄🙄

 From Santana

To Everyone: 😎😛😍

 “Okay, they’re on their way,” Kurt told Sam who was jumping up and down in preparation for their big reveal. “So you just want to tell them outright or…?”

 “Yeah, pretty much,” Sam stopped jumping and shrugged. “It’s not like we have time to plan out a song,’

 “I guess you’re right,” Kurt said but then he saw that Sam’s face lit up and could tell that he had gotten an idea. “Sam? What are you thinking?”

 “I’m gonna hide in the closet,” Sam said, casually. “And then when everyone is here I’m going to jump out and come over and passionately kiss you.”

 “Okay, um wow babe, that’s actually not a bad idea,” Kurt said, thinking the plan though. “I actually love it.”

 “You do?” Sam asked. “Wow, thanks babe.”

 “You’re so smart Sam,” Kurt told him, going over and kissing him. “I love you.”

 “I love you too babe,” Sam said, returning the kiss. “This is so awesome, I’m gonna go hide now,”

 “Okay,” Kurt laughed. “Don’t make too much noise, alright?”

 “I won't,” Sam promised him as he slipped into the closet. Kurt realized that not only would they be telling their friends that they had been dating each other for five months but Sam would also be coming out to them and the closet idea was cute.

 Kurt paced back and forth with his arms behind his back as he waited for everyone to gather in the room. It was their free period right now so they should be there at any moment. And he was right because soon enough Santana and Mercedes entered the room, Santana out of breath from running across the school in order to get there. Kurt told everyone one by one to take a seat until everyone arrived. After Santana and Mercedes, it was Quinn and Tina, then Rachel and Finn, Brittany, Finn and Artie and then lastly Puck and Mike. Once everyone was seated Kurt stopped his pacing and addressed the group.

 “As you all know by now, I’ve been secretly dating someone for five months now and it seems that you guys would like to know who it is,” He said.

 “Damn straight Princess,” Puck yelled as everyone else nodded their heads. “Whos’ the lucky guy?”

 “Well, Noah, you guys know him personally and I think that you’ll approve of our relationship but you have to promise us something, okay?” Kurt told them.

 “What is it?” Tina asked.

 “You guys can not tell anyone else. Okay, our parents know and you guys will know now but no one else. We don’t want to get any harassment from being together and we know that if this gets out to the school that they won’t like it. So do you guys think you can do this because you don’t exactly have a clean track of keeping secrets?” He asked them as Santana, Quinn, Rachel, Finn and Puck shafted in their seats.

 “I think we can,” Mercedes said. “We’d do anything to see you happy boo.”

 “What about the rest of you? I need to be sure that everyone is on the same page here,”

 He got a collective response of “yes” and smiled, preparing himself for the special reveal.

 “Okay then, get ready,” He clapped his hands together. “Get on out here babe,” He yelled and Sam opened the closet door like they had planned and then walked over to Kurt and gave him a big kiss in the lips in front of everyone. The glee club was shocked to say the least. Kurt and Sam kissed some more while they stared at them with their jaws dropped.

 Kurt and Sam pulled apart from each other and turned to face their friends. “So, what do you think?” Sam asked them.

 They were surprisingly speechless. It wasn’t like they didn’t approve because they loved both boys and saw that it was apparent that they were madly in love and that they cared for one another. It was just that they had thought that Sam was straight and they were 99% sure that it was Blaine the whole time. They were mad at themselves because with the size of the hickey on Kurt’s neck and the size of Sam’s lips the two clues fit together like a puzzle. They felt stupid.

 “Um guys?” Kurt asked, waving his hand in front of the group. “Are you guys there?”

 “Yeah, we are,” Quinn said, speaking for the group. “Just… processing I guess,”

 “Well, what do you think?” Kurt asked them, happily. “Aren’t we cute together?”

 “Yeah, super cute,” Artie said, blankly.

 “The cutest,” Puck added.

 Kurt and Sam shared a concerned look. “You guys are scaring us,” Sam admitted. “What’s up, you aren’t going to expose us are you.”

 That snapped everyone out of their trance because they didn’t want Kurt and Sam to regret their decision in telling them the truth. “No, of course not,” Finn assured them. “It’s just…”

 “I knew there was something fishy with you, Trouty,” Santana said, pointing an accusing finger at Sam. “No way you were straight.” Kurt and Sam just smiled.

 “Wait, you said five months?” Puck asked, bewildered. “You’ve been dating since September and we didn’t know until now?”

 “Pretty much,” Both boys said, shrugging.

 “Wow,” Artie exclaimed. “That’s dedication right there,”

 Everyone nodded along in agreement again. “Well we’re happy for you two,” Quinn beamed. “And we promise we won’t tell anyone else.”

 “Yeah, we won’t expose you,” Puck added. “Anything for my bros.”

 “Oh my god,” Kurt said, turning to Sam. “What a relief right babe?”

 “Right,” Sam agreed, taking Kurt’s hand. “You wanna go out later tonight, like out-out?”

 “Sounds great, I’d love to,” Kurt said, squeezing his hand.

 “Wait, does that mean we can do double dates now,” Tina asked. Her and Mike had been wanting to have a couple to go on double dates with for a while now but they couldn’t stand Rachel and Finn and they were the only other actual couple amongst their friend group at the time.

 “Sure, we’d love too, right Sam,” Kurt asked his boyfriend.

 “Yeah, but not tonight.” Sam told them. “I haven’t taken Kurt out on a proper date yet and I want it to be special.”

 Tina and Mike nodded their hands. “Aww you’re so sweet babe,” Kurt told Sam.

 “I know I am,” Sam joked and Kurt kissed his cheek one more time before they went over to sit down and join their friends. Kurt felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off his back and was glad that they had told their friends. And it was all because of Sam.

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Happy Place (Rafe x Reader) pt 2

a/n: Hi!! I just wanted to say thanks for the support for the first part of Happy Place I really didn’t think it was any good so it was incredible to me to see people enjoy it ((: Anyways, here’s part two, I had a totally different plan for the next part but then I got sunburnt like really bad and it gave me an idea (;

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The next few days blurred together, all you did was unpack and organize, never again did you want to have to breakdown cardboard boxes. You placed one final poster on your wall before stepping back and taking it all in, proud of your work and excited to show it off, you shoot Sarah a text telling her that your masterpiece is complete and that HGTV would be proud. As soon as your message switched from reading “delivered” to “read” your phone starts buzzing and Sarah’s face appears. 

“She’s alive!!” Sarah screams at you through FaceTime, making you laugh. “Now that you’re done settling in, we should celebrate! How about this weekend, when my parents take Wheezie to her first official tour of UNC, we have a girl’s day? We can do our nails, hang by the pool, and catch up! Plus, I know someone who can hook us up with some White Claws. You can sleepover and it’ll be like the good old days!”

“Sounds like a plan! I can have my mom make her famous chocolate chip cookies for us to much on while you fill me in on all the island gossip.” You offer up as you plop onto your bed.

“I can’t say no to that! Now give me ten minutes and I’m coming over for a grand tour of your digs. Plus we gotta pick out cute swimsuits to take pics in because a girl’s day is not complete without a photo-op moment.” She says before blowing a kiss to you and hanging up. 

It was Thursday when you had FaceTimed with Sarah and let your parents know that you would be spending the weekend with Sarah, and Saturday had finally rolled around. It was a classic hot and humid summer day in the Outer Banks so the walk to the Cameron’s house had you sweaty and ready for the pool. 

You let yourself into the house, instantly stripping down to your swimsuit, you yell, “HONEY, I’M HOME!” as you make your way through the house out towards the pool. You were only expecting Sarah to be home, which feeds your shock as you strut through the kitchen only to be met with Rafe slouched against the counter, eating a bowl of cereal. 

“Do you have to be so loud?” He says as he makes his way closer to you, giving you a better opportunity to take in his appearance, his sandy blond hair is disheveled and lays against his forehead, lacking the gelled-back structure it had last time you saw him. You don’t answer his question as your eyes shift down, taking in his tanned skin, exposed thanks to the overly-cut muscle tank he wore. He was about three feet away from you but his tall stature towered you, forcing you to look up to meet his eyes. A soft smile and a light blush grace his features as his eyes meet yours. 

“I didn’t realize you were gonna be here.” You respond.

“Someone has got to make sure you and the princess don’t burn the house down,” he chuckles lightly and then takes in your appearance. You had ditched your t-shirt and shorts at the door, leaving you in just your (Y/F/C) bathing suit. Sarah had picked it for you to wear because she said “it is the perfect combination of scandalous and tasteful” she then added, “your insta DMs will thank me later”. Rafe’s eyes rake back up your body to meet yours, he raises his eyebrows in a manner of disbelief, “Did you walk here in just that?”

You retort, “I don’t know did you walk here in just that?”

“Yeah, I live here”

“Well, aren’t you a lucky boy.” 

“Hey! Stop stealing her from me, this is a girl’s day!” Sarah exclaims as she makes her way into the kitchen. She grabs your hand and walks you out to the backyard, as she leads you out of the kitchen you raise your free hand and dramatically blow a kiss to Rafe, who responds by catching it and throwing it into the trash. You gasp and exclaim, “how rude!” before you are pulled out of his sight. 

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After all afternoon out by the pool, Sarah and you make your way inside to shower and get ready for a no-shame Barbie movie marathon. Sarah lets you use the bathroom attached to her room while she goes and uses her parent’s bathroom. As soon as the water hits your back, your skin is set aflame. You mentally kick yourself for not putting on sunscreen as you finish showering as quickly as possible, desperate to relieve the pain you’re in. 

Once you get out of the shower, you wipe the condensation off of the mirror and inspect the damage. You let out a sigh as you realize that the sunburn spans all over your back, out of your reach. You pick up your towel and dry yourself off, putting on your underwear and sweatpants, hesitating when you go to pick up your bra, deciding, eventually, to skip it and put on your oversized t-shirt. You look through Sarah’s medicine cabinet, finally locating your saving grace, a bottle of aloe vera. Stepping out of the bathroom you start heading in the direction of Ward and Rose’s room but stop once you realize you can still hear the water running, Sarah is still in the shower. 

Desperate for relief from the burning of your skin, you let out a groan and turn towards Rafe’s room. You stop in front of his door and hear music softly playing as you knock, “Hey, Rafe?” 

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Can… uh. Can I come in?” You ask and almost immediately the door opens, revealing Rafe.

“What can I do for you m’lady?” He says in what you could only assume to be an attempt at a British accept as he opens the door for you and he walks back into his room. “Is the favorite Cameron sibling no longer entertaining you?” And then he lets out an exasperated gasp as he falls back onto his bed over-dramatically exclaiming, “Am I your second choice?”

You approach the foot of the bed and stare down at him while he just lazily smiles up at you, “Well, if you want to be technical about it, since Wheezie is not here, and you’re the only other Cameron sibling, then you would be my last choice.” 

He sits up slightly, “Ouchie,” he makes a pouty face and then points to his heart, “that hurt me, right here.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so fragile. Can we stay focused, please? I am in PAIN. Can you please put some of this aloe vera on my back? I got burned really badly today.” You say as you toss the bottle onto the bed next to him.

“Yeah, sure. No-” and then his breath hitches in his throat and he gulps. You had turned your back to him and taken your shirt off, still grasping it in one of your hands. “No problem.” He manages to stutter out as he stands up behind you. 

Not thinking much of it, you weren’t really covering yourself up, as Rafe was situated behind you but what you don’t notice is the mirror in the corner of his room. Rafe is busy squeezing out some of the gel into his hands, and then when he gently rubs his hands with the cooling gel onto your searing skin and you let out a soft moan of relief, his head snaps up, instinctively looking to the mirror to see you. And, boy, does he see you. 

“JESUS, (Y/N/N)!” He breathes out, soothing touch leaving you back as his head snaps up, looking at the ceiling.

“What is your deal?”

“Can’t you cover yourself up a bit?! I saw you… A LOT of you in the mirror!” He says, and then your eyes widen, your arm that grasps your shirt coming up to grasp at your breasts, gaze shifting around the room to locate said mirror. When your gaze lands on the mirror, you admire the boy in the mirror, all red in the face and neck, head tilted up and away, a hand held up to shield his eyes. You turn around and using your free hand, reach up to lower his hand from his eyes, a sheepish smile adorning your features, your blush only slight in comparison to his.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to flash you.” You giggle softly and turn your back to face him again waiting for his healing touch to return. 

“Yeah.. uh… it’s um. Yeah.” He mumbles out, as he returns to rubbing soothing circles on your back, avoiding your stare through the mirror.

“You know you don’t have to act like you’ve never seen someone’s boobs before, Rafe.” You both let out a laugh and his breath hits the newly soothed over skin, and a pleasured sigh escapes your lips at the sensation. Rafe’s gaze raises to meet yours in the mirror, his eyebrows raised. 

“Sorry,” You clear your throat, “You just uh breathed on that spot and it uh felt… felt nice.” 

Holding his stare with yours, he finishes spreading a layer of aloe over your burning skin. However, as his hand leaves your back, a mischievous look flashes across his features. Suddenly, he fans his breath all over the area he just dampened with his touch, goosebumps raising on the rest of your skin. He pops his head back up to meet your shocked face in the mirror. You quickly turn, ready to bolt from the room to re-evaluate your feelings, but your brain is clouded and your depth perception has never been your strong suit, you turn right into the very culprit of your flustered state. 

Rafe goes to grasp your elbows and steady you, “Woah, there. You alright?” He chuckles, amused at the newly flushed state of your face. 

“Yep, all good. Good. Good. GREAT. I’m gonna go. Now, and uh wait for Sarah in her room.” You let out, avoiding eye contact with the boy that has undoubtedly got your heart beating out of your throat. You struggle to wiggle your way back into your shirt without the tit-show, again. Suddenly, an extra pair of hands guide your shirt back on you, his hands pulling it down your torso, and then settling onto your hips. Your head slowly lifts and your arms lower back down and settle onto his chest. You both stay here, sharing a stare packed with confusion, curiosity, and longing. 

Is it possible to feel absolutely paralyzed while also absolutely overrun by butterflies at the same time? You think to yourself.

“I feel the same way,” Rafe whispers. His response snaps you out of your daze.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I said that out loud.” You say as you detach yourself from the entrancing hold you were in, backing up a few steps. “Okay, well. As I said, I’m just gonna go wait in Sarah’s room.”

“Okay.” You back up more with his response, he looked confused and you mirrored him with the same confusion overtaking your features. Desperate to gather as much space from the source of your racing brain, you turn to the door.

As you’re walking out you rush out a “thanks for the hold. FUCK. Thanks for the help.” And with that, you are walking as fast as you can to Sarah’s room to sit and mentally unpack everything that just happened with her brother. 

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[daydream-disposal]

SOULMATES

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Chapter 1. Not yet

Arcadia was weird. Everybody knew that. Alongside with trolls, aliens and wizards, they also had the red threads of fate. It connects two people who are entwined in, well, fate. They will have a special connection, almost like soulmates. It could be platonic or romantic, it really depends.

But you'll know when it happens, they say.

It's an amazing feeling, they say.

Eli never saw his red thread of fate. It was fine really. He would just wait... It would happen eventually, right?

It is said that you will see it when the bond between you and your soulmate gets strong. Or when you need each other the most. Or when you finish your chores. Or when you get all your homework done. Or when you eat your vegetables. Ok, that's getting ridiculous.

"Stop, I know you're lying mom. I'm not 5 anymore" Eli said laughing.

"Ok but seriously, vegetables are good for you! Eat up kiddo!" She messes with his hair and goes to the kitchen.

Eli scrunched his nose in disgust at his plate but ate it anyway. If he didn't his mom wouldn't let him hang out with Steve tonight and that just COULDN'T happen okay they were soooo close to getting somewhere on the ghost thing.

Except they weren't. They've been on night patrol for a while and nothing happened. Eli was pretty sure there wasn't any ghosts. But he didn't say anything because... because... look, he just wanted to go creepslaying with Steve okay? He likes spending time with him. It's not enough to see him on weekdays. Steve was kinda dumb to believe in EVERYTHING Eli says, but he's also very funny and spontaneous and cute and h– Eli was pulled out of his daydreams by the sound of the doorbell.

"I'LL GET IT!" Eli shouted to his mom, abandoning half of his dinner and running to open the door.

"Sup Pepperbuddy! Where you going like this?" Steve asked jokingly, looking at Eli up and down.

He was wearing his pijamas aka an oversized tshirt and boxers. His cheeks started burning, he couldn't even think about how red his face probably was.

"N-nowhere! You weren't supposed to be here for another hour!"

"Is that so?" Steve checked his phone. "Huh. Weird. Oh well, now I'm here. We can start early today" he suggested.

Eli rolled his eyes and grabbed him by the arm to guide him upstairs. Not that he needed any guidance, he was there almost everyday anyway.

"WHO WAS AT THE DOOR ELIJAH?" his mom shouted from the kitchen.

"IT'S JUST STEVE. WE'RE GOING TO MY ROOM. PLEASE KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING" He didn't want his mom entering when they had his conspiracy board out, that's all. She would freak out. No reason at all besides this one.

He heard his mom muttering something along the lines of "again" and "alone" before replying.

"OKAY. YOU BOYS BEHAVE!"

"Moooom!!!!" Eli complained in a tone that could only translate to oh my god mom stop you're embarrassing me in front of my crush but Steve didn't seem to care.

As soon as they entered his room Eli couldn't even look at him when he started to apologize because what was that about really lol mom's these days am i right haha crazy

"It's alright." Steve interrupted him. "But like, have you been misbehaving with boys in here for her to think that?"

Eli choked on his own spit, shocked at the question. It almost sounded like Steve was jealous. But why would he be? Steve is straight. That much he knows for sure. Eli dared to look at his friend only to notice a mischievous grin. Oh okay. He's joking.

"What? no. Well it's not like there's boys lining up to hang out with me" – They laughed – "Besides, you know I'm looking for them..." Eli showed Steve his hand and wiggled his pinky. Steve got serious all of sudden.

"Any signs?"

"No. Nothing." Eli opened his wardrobe and picked his usual Creepslaying outfit, black tshirt and black pants.

"Maybe you just didn't look in the right places..." Steve said quietly sitting down on Eli's bed.

"Yeah, or maybe I just didn't meet them yet." Eli sighed, voice getting lower. Steve was talking again but he couldn't listen.

All he could think of was the fact that if Steve wasn't his soulmate then maybe he didn't want one. They've come so far, from enemies to creepslayerz to friends and they were so close now.

They've come up with excuses to see each other everyday by now. They have a few classes together of course but aside from that, every tuesday Eli has chess tournaments and Steve goes with him. Just like Eli goes to Steve's football training on wednesdays. "For support" they say. On thursdays they help each other with homework. Movie night is on fridays. They eat popcorn and laugh at weird CGI movies. Sometimes Steve falls asleep on Eli's couch, head on his shoulder and Eli just enjoys it while it lasts. And there's all the Creepslayerz adventures on the weekends.

Point is, they're too deep in this friendship now.

He isn't ready to let him go. Not yet.

"You okay Peppers?" Steve touched his shoulder sounding worried.

"Yeah. Sorry, zooned out a bit. I'm gonna go change" Eli says as he heads to the bathroom and locks the door behind him.

Steve lays down and closes his eyes.

[atlafan]

My Everything - Part Three

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength.

Masterpost

“Oh!” You pause the TV.

“Y/N! It’s the middle of the second season finale are you fuckin’ kidding?!”

“I forgot to tell you something earlier.” You giggle.

“Alright, what is it?”

“Our new intern goes to my college, my undergrad, and he’s part of the film club, the one I helped create when I was a student, and he asked me to come to a meeting next Thursday. Would you wanna come with me? The meeting itself is at like 8PM, but I thought we could go beforehand, I could give you a little tour…”

“He asked you to come to a meeting?”

“Yeah! He wants me to like explain what I do now, and how being the film club helped me in a professional sense. He’s even going to email the director of alumni relations to see if they’ll do an article on me for the alumni magazine, but I doubt they will.”

“Why not? You’re incredibly successful, and didn’t you say an alum helped you get the job? I bet once you tell them that they’d feature you. You could talk about how important the alumni network is.”

“Harry!” You squeal and tackle him down, kissing him all over his face. He starts laughing underneath you.

“What? What?” He could barely breathe from your sudden affection.

“You’re so cute when you’re being supportive.” You nuzzle into his neck and he rubs your back.

“Well then I must be cute all the time then, huh?”

“Mhm.”

//

You forgot how beautiful your campus could be in the fall. Even though it was in the city, it had some beautiful parks and pathways. After work you had changed into a pair of jeans and a blouse. You didn’t want to look too fancy. You showed Harry different buildings where you had class, and the dorm you lived in freshman year. You both decide to go eat at a pub you used to love.

“Harry, it’s okay, have a beer if you want.”

“But I feel bad…”

“I really don’t mind. I’m fine with the seltzer water.” You smile reassuringly and he order the beer.

Once you’re done with everything you walk him around some more. You show him where you lived sophomore year, and then start walking towards the building where the film club meeting is. You see a group of people walking towards you and you gasp.

“No fucking way.” You groan and hide slightly behind Harry.

“What?”

“Nothing, we just need to walk very fast by-“

“Y/N?” A man says.

“Shit.” You say under your breath. “Um, Chris?”

“What are you doing here?!” He goes to hug you but you clutch at Harry.

“I was invited to a film club meeting…what are you doing here? I thought you graduated…”

“I did! I’m an RD.” He smiles and looks at Harry.

“Sorry, uh, this is my fiancé, Harry.”

“Hey, mate.” They shake hands.

“Wow! Congratulations. Well I won’t keep you. We should catch up sometime.”

“Sure.” You give him a fake smile and keep walking. “Gag me.”

“Who was that?”

“A guy I hooked up with like once, and he wouldn’t leave me alone. It took me going to California for him to stop asking me to come over. It was so annoying. Like take a hint dude.”

“Why didn’t you wanna hook up with him again?” Harry asks with a laugh.

“Oh, like you would always hit it twice.”

“Good point.” He smirks. “Suppose I don’t blame him, I mean, I’ve seen what that ass looks like when it’s bouncing up and down on my cock, I’d probably want you to come over again too.”

“Harry!” You smack him in the arm, making him laugh. “One beer at dinner and you’ve gone all goofy.”

“I’m just teasin’.” He throws his arm around your shoulders as you continue your walk to the building.

“Here it is, let me just text Zach that we’re here.” You both wait a few minutes, and Zach comes out to open the door.

“Hi, Y/N! Thanks again for coming, everyone is really excited. You must be Harry.” He smiles and shakes Harry’s hand. You both walk into the building. “Y/N talks about you all the time, it’s so cool that you have your own photography studio. I bet you could show some of these guys a thing or two.”

Harry liked Zach so far, he seemed polite and genuine.

“All the time, huh?” He nudges you.

“Not all the time, only when it’s relevant.”

Zach leads you into the room you knew very well. It was a computer lab you used to hold your film club meetings in. There was a screen, projector, white boards, all things you and your friends needed to have productive meetings.

“Hey, everyone!” About fifteen or so students turn to look at you and Harry. “This is Y/F/N Y/L/N and her fiancé Harry, Y/N graduated in 2017 and she’s one of my supervisors at my internship. She is one of the founding members of this club!” They all clap for you, and you’re a little surprised. “Come on in, tell them about yourself, what you do.”

You step further into the room so you can see everyone clearly.

“Thanks Zach, um, hi everyone!” You say brightly. “I’m feeling really nostalgic right now since I used to have my meetings in here too. We worked on so many cool projects, and my sophomore year we even made a short film that I stared in.” Harry’s eyebrows raise. He didn’t know you were in front of the camera as well as behind it.

“That’s why you look so familiar! At the beginning of every school year we watch a ton of past projects. You played the girl that went missing right?” A students says.

“Yeah, that was me.” You laugh.

“And you made that one about the purple pencil, that cracks me up.” Another says.

“Yes…that one was like a film challenge that the president at the time had us do. It was a lot of fun. Being in this club really took me out of my comfort zone. I never would’ve learned how to properly use a camera for filming or even taking pictures if it weren’t for film club. I have a job in marketing now where I get to edit video and sound clips, and I even supervise part of our social media department now. I really enjoy what I do.”

“Y/N was able to do well in her interview because another alum was already working there, and gave her some tips.” Zach explains.

“That’s right. It’s really important to know who your alums are, that’s why LinkedIn is so crucial.”

“Could you pull yours up?” A student asks.

“Sure! If that’s something everyone wants to see…”

They all agree and Zach logs onto the computer that’s connected to the projector. Harry takes pictures of you while you’re going over your LinkedIn.

“I think the best advice I could give is just don’t be afraid to try things. If you want to get better at something you need to practice. I went from using Windows Movie Maker, to iMovie, and now I use Adobe Premiere. It’s okay if things take time, and if there is something you want to do and you’re not sure how, don’t be afraid to Google it. I remember I had no idea how to do like a slow zoom, and I just looked it up and it was super easy to get the hang of. Create the content you’d want to watch, and have fun with it.” You smile.

A few students ask you some questions, and you end up giving out some of your business cards, good thing you brought them. Some students wanted to be able to reach out to you for resume help.

“Thanks again for coming. I’m gonna put another bug in the director’s ear. I think this is something that should be in the magazine. Oh! Do you plan to come to Homecoming Weekend?” Zach asks.

“Um.” You blink. “God, I haven’t gone to Homecoming since I was a student myself.” You snort.

“It’s alumni weekend too, you should come. I’ll be working at the alumni table, then I could introduce you.”

“When is it?”

“First weekend of October.” You look up at Harry. He looks at the calendar on his phone.

“Think I’m free…” He says.

“We could certainly try to swing by…that’s like next weekend…I have some friends that might wanna come too.”

“I can send you an email with the registration link and with all the activities for the weekend. It’s a lot of fun, as I’m sure you remember.”

“Yeah, I sort of participated in different activities…” You blush.

“Well either way.” He shrugs.

“I’ll let you know at work if we’ll be able to go. This was a lot of fun though, I’ll come back any time.”

You say goodbye to everyone, and walk out hand in hand with Harry.

“You’re really good at explaining things.” He says to you.

“What do you mean?”

“Like…you never got frustrated, or annoyed. Some of their questions were stupid, I easily would’ve gotten aggravated.”

“They don’t know what they don’t know.”

“All I’m saying is, like, ten years from now I could see you bein’ a professor or somethin’. You’ll have your MEd, you could teach an online class as a TL and see how you like and then go from there. You love learning, Y/N, why not get paid to do it?”

“I think I could see that for myself, but yeah, ten years from now. I’m curious to see how I could keep moving up at work. It would be weird to leave there. I mean, I know people don’t stay at the same place for thirty years anymore…but it would be sad to go. Plus I would miss Niall way too much.”

“Yeah, but he could easily find another job if he wanted. You shouldn’t stay somewhere just because your friends are there.”

“Says the person that persuaded the two friends he made at work to follow him to his studio.” You nudge him playfully.

“Alright you got me there, but seriously, don’t use him as an excuse.”

“I know, you’re right. Let me actually get the Med first, and then I’ll start thinking about things I wanna do years from now, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You both get into your car and head home.

“So I know we like just got engaged, but I was thinking while the weather is still nice it might not be a bad idea to start lookin’ at some potential spots we’d wanna get married at…” You could tell he was slightly nervous to bring it up.

“I think that’s a good idea. I think you and I need to sit down and consider a budget before we hop in the car and start looking. We need to do some research online.”

“That money you wouldn’t let me pay you I was thinking could go towards the wedding.”

“Harry.” You sigh. “Shouldn’t that money go back towards the business? Or couldn’t it be saved for a holiday bonus for Mariah and Isaac.”

“I have money set aside for that already.” He says matter of factly. “You won’t let me pay you, and that’s money you’ve earned. So we should use it towards something.”

“Fine.”

“At least we’ll save money on a photographer. Mariah’s really talented.”

“I know! She’s great at capturing the moment. Did you want her to be the one to take the photos?”

“Considering how Lou’s probably going to be my best man, she’s the only other person I would trust.”

“That’s so cute you both are gonna be each other’s best men.” You giggle. “I sort of had an idea for Niall.”

“I’d really rather him be in my wedding party, he’s been my friend longer, and-“

“Actually, I don’t want him in either of our wedding parties.” You pull into the parking garage and you both get out.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s the whole reason we’re together right?”

“Yeah.”

“So…why not let him be the one to make it official?” Harry stops short when you get into the lobby of your building.

“You want him to officiate the wedding?”

“Yeah…it just feels right.” You shrug. You both get into the elevator. “What do you think?”

“I think I need to make sure I’m filming when we tell him because he’s gonna cry.” Harry smiles. “It’s a great idea, Y/N.”

“We should pick up a little gift for him, or like take him to dinner.”

“Ohhh, I like that.” He kisses your cheek as you both enter your apartment.

Buster greets the two of you, he was doing much better. You both sit down on the sofa and flip the TV on.

“Who were you thinkin’ for your wedding party then?”

“Well, it’s going to be really hard to pick a maid of honor…it always supposed to be Kate. I was her, you know? But obviously that’s not happening. I don’t know how I’d be able to choose between Sarah and Rachel.” You sigh. “I’m equally close with them…I’ll have to talk to them about it and see what they think, honestly. I don’t want anyone’s feelings getting hurt.” Harry nods. “Then my sisters would be in the party too, El of course.” You think a bit more. “That might actually be it. I have other girlfriends, but I don’t need a ton of bridesmaids. What about you?”

“Louis, obviously, Mitch…him and Sarah said congrats by the way I completely forgot to tell you. I was thinking of maybe askin’ Isaac…I’d like my sister to be in my party too.”

“Aw, that would be so cute! Oh, and I bet by the time we actually do get married Michael will be able to walk all on his own, he could be like the flower boy or something.”

“That would be really cute. Didn’t you say you wanted it to be kind of Jewish too? Like you wanted someone there to bless us?”

“My cantor from my old temple, yeah…but we don’t have to if that’s too formal.”

“No, I think it would be nice to add in there. I just don’t wanna wear the little hat if that’s okay.”

“Don’t worry.” You laugh. “You don’t have to wear the little hat.” You burst out laughing.

“What?” Harry laughs.

“I was just picturing Gemma walking one of my sisters down the aisle.” You wipe tears from your eyes. “We’ll really have to figure all this out soon.”

“That would be pretty funny.” He puts his arm around you and pulls you close. “It’s nice talkin’ about this without it bein’ hypotheticals, like, this is really happening.” He kisses your forehead.

“I know, I’m really excited, babe.” You give him a quick peck. “We just need to get through Erica’s wedding and Lou and El’s.”

“I know, a lot is gonna happen all at once.” He sighs. “Lou’s is before your sister’s though, June if I’m remembering from the save the date correctly.”

“Yeah, and Erica’s is in July, I could kill her.”

“Why?” He chuckles.

“Because it’s going to be the dead of summer, we’re going to look sweaty and gross. And of course she’s getting married at some farm, so it’s gonna be all humid and blah.” You groan. “Whatever makes her happy I suppose. I’m just glad Mike finally asked her, took him long enough.”

“Everyone does everything in their own time, baby. Weren’t they really young when they first got together?”

“Yeah she was a senior in high school, and he was out of school for a couple of years…it was a pretty cute way they met. She was working at a RiteAid at this outlet mall, and he was working at Game Stop, and I guess he would go to RiteAid like every day for a snack on his lunch break, and he would say hi to everyone but her, so one day she gave him shit for it and they started talking. Turns out his aunt was our neighbor and we had like played with him when we were kids and didn’t even know. And his older sister was best friends with Bridget when they were in high school.”

“Wow, small world.”

“Right?”

“That is a pretty cute story, but I like ours better.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah, I mean, how romantic is it that a mutual friend set us up, and we had this really great dinner date?”

“It’s pretty romantic, doll.” You yawn. “Yikes, I’m tired. I’m glad tomorrow’s Friday.”

“Me too, let’s head to bed.” He stretches as he stands and follows you to the bedroom.

//

It felt so good to sleep in Saturday morning. You stretch as you sit up, and start to get out of bed, but Harry yanks you down to him, making you squeal.

“Why do you always insist on gettin’ right up?” He mumbles as he wraps himself around you to spoon you.

“I don’t want Buster to shit himself.” You giggle.

“He knows to go on the piddle pad if we don’t get right up.” He pushes his morning wood against your ass.

“Jesus.” You groan. “You don’t wanna cuddle, you just wanna having a morning fuck.” His arm slips up under your shirt so he can caress one of your breasts.

“I want both.” He says into your ear. His hand slides down to between your legs and he smirks. “Seems like you do too.” He starts to rub circles on your clit while he grinds against you. You back up against him to really feel how hard he is.

Heavy petting was rare between you two. Usually you would just end up diving into the sex, but this first thing in the morning was like heaven. The way he would really ease you into it. His fingers slowly start to slip inside, and you find yourself turning onto your stomach. Harry gets full on top of you, his chest flush with your back. You your ass up slightly so he can continue to finger and rub you. He gets his fingers in and then drags them out and up to your clit. You moan out in your pillow. He continues to grind against your ass, getting right between your cheeks. He had his boxers on so you weren’t worried about anything slipping into the wrong hole.

“You’re so wet.” He groans. “Want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes.”

He leans up, only for a moment, to get his boxers off. He gets back on you the way he was, nice and close, and slides in.

“Ah, fuck.” You moan out.

Harry keeps his fingers on your clit while he rocks in and out of you. His other hand slides up to the back of your head, and he gets a light grip on your hair. He knows not to pull too hard.

“Feels good, angel?”

“So good, Harry.”

He continues to rock in and out of you, and once you come from him rubbing on your clit, he pulls out to flip you over. He yanks your shirt off so you’re fully exposed to him. He slides back in and wraps his lips around one of your nipples. One of your hands is tugging on his hair while the other is digging into his back.

“Really give it me, babe, come on.”

“Want it hard, Y/N?”

“Hard and fast.”

Harry grins and sits up, grabbing both of your legs to put over his shoulders. He stretches his neck and cracks his knuckles, making you laugh. He loved when you two would laugh when you were intimate. It didn’t always need to be so serious. He pulls out nearly all the way and slams back into you. You gasp at the feeling, but you love it. He does this over and over, picking up the pace each time, making the bed start to shake. He was hitting the right spot over and over. You fist at the blankets with your head slamming far into your pillow. You grit your teeth as you feel your orgasm approaching. He could tell you were close from the way you were clenching around him. He almost wanted to pull out and make you beg him for it, but he also loved seeing how far gone you were and didn’t want to tease you. He knew he was hitting just the right spot, just a few more thrusts…

“Holy shit!” You scream as everything in your vision goes white. Tears well up in your eyes as he fucks you through the orgasm that was making you feel like you were going to collapse from within. “Oh my god, Harry! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your praise was enough to make him lose it, and his come spurts inside you, filling you to the brim. He looks down at you to see your chest still heaving. He pulls out of you slowly and you whimper from the loss of contact. He leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“Good game.” He shakes your hand.

“Oh, shut up.” You swat at him and laugh.

You both shower quick, and go out to feed Buster. He did, in fact, need to use the piddle pad. After he eats Harry takes him out for a proper walk while you get some breakfast for the two of you going. Just some simple oatmeal.

“So, do you wanna go over a budget today? We could set up at the dining room table, and you could get a spreadsheet goin’ on your laptop.”

“Yeah, we can definitely do that.” You smile.

You and Harry sit down at the dining table, while Buster rests his head in your lap as he sits at your feet.

“Does he do that a lot?”

“Hm?” You look down at Buster. “Yeah, he likes to sit under my desk like that with me at work.” You grin at Harry. “He’s just like his daddy.” You pinch his cheek and he swats your hand away.

“Shut up.” He nudges your shoulder. “Want me to replace him right now, cause I will.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

You pull up excel and name a bunch of rows with what you’ll need money for. Venue, food, drinks, photographer/videographer, DJ, hotel rooms, bachelorette/bachelor party, bridal shower, dress, etc.

“My friend Adam, the guy we got Buster from, is actually a really good DJ…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, he always used to put playlists together for our parties and stuff. I’m pretty sure he has a DJ business on the side. I could ask him what his rates are.”

“That would be great. So…I don’t want this to be crazy expensive…like it seems silly to drop what could someday be a down payment on a house on a party for one night.”

“I agree. I don’t want it to get out of hand. I feel like the venue will be the most expensive. Let’s try to figure out where we want it so we can compare prices. Some hotels have the food and drinks included and some don’t.”

“I think…like in my wildest dreams, I’d love for it to be at a hotel on the Cape, like have the beach behind us…the ceremony outside, and then the reception would be indoors, but maybe there’s this outside patio area or something?”

“Ohh, I can really picture that. We both love the beach, let’s look and see.”

“I feel like that’s gonna be expensive.”

“We won’t know unless we look.” He grabs your laptop and opens Google. “Maybe we could find an inn or somethin’.”

“True, that would be cute actually.”

The two of you see the different options out there and find two you really like. You book a couple of tours on their websites so you can physically see the spaces.

“Oh, I wanted to ask, are we doin’ like a traditional cake or did you want cupcakes? I’ve seen a lot of people save money on just doin’ cupcakes, and then havin’ a small cake just made for the couple.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Then we could have a variety of cupcakes so everyone could find something they like. There’s a bakery I really like that back home that did my Bat Mitzvah cake, I’d like to go there to maybe do a tasting?”

“Sure.” He smiles. “I’ll let you set that up, and you can just tell me when.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe we could do like a lemon cake since we both like that.”

“Mm, my mouth is already watering. I’ll definitely set that up soon. I guess there’s not much else we can really do until we set a date, and then we can work backwards.”

“Guess you’re right.” He rubs his eyes and rests his chin in his palm. “What were you thinking for a bachelor and bachelorette?”

“God, I have no idea. I’m the sure the girls will think of something.”

“Did you wanna do a combined thing, or be completely separate. S’not like it’ll be the night before the wedding, like it could be a month or so ahead.”

“To be honest, I’d like to have a weekend with just the girls…”

“Alright.”

“Is that okay? I mean, I had a lot of fun for my birthday, but-“

“No, I really don’t mind. I just didn’t know if you wanted a combined trip, but we can have separate things.” He shrugs.

“What do you think you wanna do?”

“I was thinin’ maybe like a trip to Mohegan Sun with the guys. We went years ago, and it was a lot of fun.”

“Oo, do a little gambling, that would be fun.” You sigh. “I’m not gonna be able to drink during any of this.” You groan.

“You’ll still have fun, baby.”

“I know, but I’m gonna have to tell my friends why I’m not drinking…”

“You can just say you’re on a medication that doesn’t allow you to consume alcohol, you don’t have to specify any more than that if you don’t want to. Do you really think they’ll judge you?”

“It’s not the judgement…it’s the look on their faces I know they’ll give me. The medication has helped me a lot, I think.”

“I’m really proud of you for taking it so consistently.”

“I just take it with my birth control…it’s easy to remember.”

“Babe.” He saves the file you were working on and closes your laptop. He turns so his body is facing yours. “Can you take a second and just think about how far you’ve come? In the year that I’ve know you, you’ve made so many great steps. I can remember times you getting so frustrated because you never thought you’d be in a place where we’d be able to just go at it. I mean, think of how we had sex just this morning. You weren’t in a place this time last year to be able to do that, and now you are. I know it’s not just about sex, there’s a lot of mental progress you’ve made too, but I feel like physically, I just feel so close with you, I feel like every time we do it we get closer.” Your eyes were glossy while you listened to him.

You felt overwhelmed by his kind words. He was right about everything. You had made a ton of progress, and you didn’t reflect on it as much as you should. You stand up and he pushes his seat you. You sit down on him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. He holds you close and rubs your back. Buster yips at the two of you, clearly upset that his head was no longer comfortably resting in your lap. You both look down at him.

“He really is just like me, huh?”