#the gays really won huh

[khmarrenian]

i love tumblr’s colored queer tags a normal amount

#now if only i could repeat tags #that wouldve been great #ay whatev #gay #queer #lgbtq #lesbian #bisexual #aromantic #asexual #nonbinary #transgender #intersex #pansexual #aaaa i love these!! #oh ye also i didnt know until today that intersex is one of the colored tags #and like?? #the colors are so pretty?? omawgawd?? #like dang #intersex fellas really won this one huh #anyway oh yeah tags #khmarramblin #aksaincell

[raschuuuu]

Summary: Y/N is a famous YouTube vlogger and Ruben Dias a famous professional football player. They've been friends for a few months but never met. Now it's finally time for them to meet but what happens when one of them falls in love?

PART 3

Raiting/genre: fluff, friends to lovers

Pairings: Ruben Dias x female reader

Word count: 1229 words

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It was 12:23 p.m. when Ruben and I finished our phone call. He told me he's arriving in London tomorrow night and he'd like to have dinner with me, Brett and Arabella. I didn't know what to do, so I was forced to call Brett and tell him the truth. I called him FaceTime and after ringing three times he answered. "Hey, why don't you go to sleep?", he said. "Brett, listen, I have a huge problem," I said desperately. "Hey, what's going on, tell me,"

 "Do you remember when I went to Manchester a few weeks ago?", - "Yes...", I took a deep breath.

 "You have a boyfriend?" he screamed and he had a big smile on his face. "No, Brett. Now listen to me. A few months ago, Ruben Dias slipped into my DM's, he's a football player in Manchester City. I know you don't know football much as a dancer, but he's pretty famous, and his team has won almost every trophy you can win this year and Brett he is so fucking hot. And when I was in Manchester, I visited him. We're just friends!!!"

Brett listened attentively to me and I saw that he was trying to suppress his laughter the whole time.

"Looks like he's got a new girl and they've been watching my vlog with you. They think you and I are a couple. Now the girl has come up with the glorious idea of going on a double date. They don't know you're gay, I didn't want to tell him. I can understand if you don’t-„

„Girl, are you crazy? Of course I pretend to be your boyfriend. I can look pretty straight and pretend to be straight. Let's go on this double date and make Raven jealous. - "Ruben," - "Huh?", - "His name is Ruben. And why should we make him jealous, I don't find him-„

 "Y/N shut up. I know you're into him because otherwise you'd have said I was gay and look at you shaking, so you can't fool me."

The next morning, Ruben wrote me a message that he and Arabella were on their way to London. He sent me an address from a restaurant. He's booked four seats for 7:00 pm. Brett and I met early in the morning, went shopping together, had breakfast together, and got ready for the dinner. We've made a plan that makes us look the best as a couple. His idea was to hold my hand all night or put his arm around me and then he's gonna give me some kisses. I didn't have a problem with him kissing me, I mean, it's not like he's into women again after a few kisses. We called a cab that took us to a noble neighborhood here in London. The restaurant looked so fancy from the outside, and in front oft hat restaurant were so many expensive cars. I've been to this neighborhood a lot, but I've never been to a restaurant or a bar because it's too expensive here. A waiter greeted us at the entrance. I told him Ruben's last name, and he said he's already there with his girlfriend. Brett and I smiled at each other. SHOWTIME. He took my hand when the waiter brought us to the table I saw Ruben and his girlfriend there... Wow, she was really pretty. They got up when they saw us. She was a tall woman with medium-length blond hair, blue eyes, beautiful thick lips, and a fantastic body. I was the exact opposite of her. I was a little shorter, brown hair, dark eyes, and my body was normal. She had a nice tight dress that emphasized her figure. Her butt was very nice, you can tell she goes to the gym a lot. I started to feel insecure and uncomfortable.

Ruben had a big smile on his face and hugged me. "It's so good to see you again, I missed you." He whispered in my ear. I noticed the butterflies in my stomach were just freaking out. When he let me go, his girlfriend came up to me. "Hi, I'm Arabella, I'm a big fan! I love your videos," she said, hugging me. I was really hoping she might be a mean or arrogant girl, but she's a fan of mine, and with my fans, I'm getting weak. I can't be mean to my fans. You still have to stay grounded, and it doesn't make me a better person when I treat you mean. "You're so pretty!", she said. I hugged her back and thanked her. I gave her a compliment back, of course. Ruben and Brett also greeted each other with a handshake, and now we were all sitting at the table. The first 10 seconds were an embarrassing silence, but then Brett eased the situation. That's why I love him so much. "So Ruben hello, it's very nice to meet you and thank you for inviting us. I'm a huge Manchester City fan. Congratulations on the treble this year, you really earned it," Brett said, and I had to smile. Brett did his homework this morning and a lot of research on Ruben and his team. Brett really doesn't know anything about football. He told me he only knows Ronaldo and Messi. Typical. "Thank you, Brett, it's nice to meet you, too," Ruben said.

"You never told me you had a boyfriend Y/N!" Ruben looked me in the eyes. "We met a few weeks ago and you didn’t mention a boyfriend. I was so surprised when I saw the video" –

"I can say the same thing back to you. I guess I just wasn't sure if Brett and I really belong together, but now I know I love him and I want to be with him. I'm sorry I didn't tell you last time Ruben," I said, and when I said that, Brett took my hand in his and kissed me on the cheek.

I saw that Ruben looked away when he kissed me. "They're so beautiful together, aren't they, Ruben?" said Arabella.

I have to be honest, Arabella talked most of the time. Ruben ate his food and barely said anything, but what I noticed was his eyes on me all the time. Arabella said she met Ruben on Instagram. Of course, he slided into her DM's. She showed me her Instagram account in which she had 1 million followers. She also told me that she joined a Love Island season and that's why she has so many followers. She's a typical bikini Instagram model. And she's six years older than Ruben. I was two years younger than him.

Brett and I sat close all night, and we had to suppress our laughter all the time. Because we sat so close to each other, he whispered things in my ear like hot Ruben is and that they really thought he was straight. He kissed me once in a while on my cheek. Ruben didn't say anything the whole time. Arabella's phone rang and she apologized for a moment, saying it was an urgent call. Brett winked at me and said he was going to smoke a cigarette. Now Ruben and I were alone at the table. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. "Are you all right?", I asked him. "No. I don't want you to be with him."

#ruben dias fic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #ruben dias x you #ruben dias one shot #football fic #football imagine #football one shot #mancity #manchester city #erling haaland #imagine #fanfic #football #premier league

[ereawrites]

Book Club (Kakashi Hatake)

Prologue - The Ambush

Kakashi sure as hell isn't going to flirt. Good thing you've got sleep-deprived courage (and Gai) at your back.

cw: alcohol use

word count 1.9k (chapter 1/9)

read it on ao3 here

"Maa, Asuma, did you forget to invite Kakashi again?", you scold, scanning the room for a flicker of silver hair even though you know you won't find it. All you see is Genma at the bar, buying a drink for a woman you're pretty sure is different to the one he was flirting with fifteen minutes ago.

"No. He just didn't want to come.", Asuma states this in a tone that suggests a lack of surprise, even as Gai slumps in his seat with disappointment. Kakashi has never been much for getting together with your old academy class, even when alcohol is involved. Asuma shoots you a sideways glance over his drink. "Although I'm sure that would have changed if I'd told him you'd be here."

"Huh?"

"Come on-", he takes another sip of sake and scoffs, not unkindly. "You've noticed how strange he acts around you."

You also take a swig of your drink, intrigued but not quite sober enough to really think about his words. "It's Kakashi. Isn't he strange all the time?"

Asuma laughs loudly - Kurenai looks at him from all the way across the room, you notice, you'll have to corner her in the bathroom later on - and claps a hand onto your shoulder. "Alright, I won't spoil it for you." He's smiling at you like the cat that's got the cream. You don't like it one bit.

"Asumaaaaaaa, don't be like that!", you complain, shrugging his hand off your shoulder and trying to fix him with a stern glare. When he returns it, you crumble - you're glad you didn't have him as a sensei back in your genin days. Besides, Asuma is too loyal to Kakashi, and not much for gossip. But-

"Gai! You know what he's talking about, don't you?!". You point an accusatory finger across the table at Gai, who has already won three separate drinking contests and has the flush to prove it. It's comical how hard he tries to avoid your gaze.

One more drinking contest later, he's yours. Asuma sighs as Gai begins his usual speech.

"My eternal rival Kakashi feels very strongly about me! Our rivalry is intensely passionate, in fact, it is unmatched! But, because our hearts are so inexplicably connected-", Gai lurches to his feet here, eyes shining with tears, "-I can sense that Kakashi feels almost as passionately about you!"

Huh? That can't be right, can it? You take a deep drink and barely even wince; then you look at Asuma, who surely can put the story straight. It's probably more like you've accidentally offended Kakashi, and inadvertently sucked yourself into a weird eternal-rival-threeway. Maybe one of his ninken likes you more than him. Yes, that'll be it. Pakkun was particularly taken with you that time you had to swing by Kakashi's apartment to deliver a message.   Asuma looks somewhat defeated, but also a little pleased. "Oh, yeah. He's got it bad for you. Remember how he disappeared from your birthday party?" You'd assumed Kakashi had just got bored and went home to nap. He'd barely even said hello to you that night. "Genma got him pretty drunk and we managed to get it out of him. Then I got him more drunk, and he fell out the chair when he tried to get up and wish you a happy birthday."

"And I carried him home in my arms.", Gai sniffles, clasping your hand tightly. "And he opened his soul to me and cried freely from the power of his love!"

"No he didn't.", you deadpan.

"No-", he concedes. "But I know he wanted to!"

This is not how you expected the evening to go. Part of you doesn't quite believe them - then again, Asuma isn't the type to stir the pot and he knows Kakashi well - and you've heard enough of Gai's power of love speeches to know how serious he is about the topic. Thank God Kakashi isn't here tonight, or you might combust.

"He's going to bolt if I tell him I like him, isn't he?" Both of your friends nod gravely. One thing you remember very well from the academy is that Kakashi loves to brood: you need to let him stew in his feelings until he can't ignore them anymore, or you'll just scare him off. It only takes you and Gai two more drinks to come up with a brilliant idea - why not give him a little push in the right direction?

~

Ah. There he is.

He's running late - again - to meet Gai. You're not sure why Gai doesn't just start scheduling their weekly training sessions for the afternoon, instead of an ungodly time in the morning. You don't remember ever seeing Kakashi out before noon of his own volition. Then again, you don't remember Kakashi being on time for anything either. You briefly imagine Gai trying to fit in 1000 pushups before his eternal rival arrives at the training ground. 

Oh, well. He's already late. Might as well commit to it.

Clearly, Kakashi is unbothered by the thought of neglecting his poor, dedicated rival. In fact, he isn't even looking where he's walking - and why would he? The wide street down to the yard is always empty at this time, because any sensible shinobi is in bed, asleep, and staying out of trouble. He doesn't notice you perched up on the rooftop of the ramen shop even when he walks right in front of it. You grin a little to yourself: you really are quite good at masking your chakra. You're so confident in your abilities that you even lean over the edge of the roof to get a proper look at the book he's buried his nose in. 

It takes everything in you not to gasp out loud with glee. You'd recognise Jiraiya's preposterous illustrations anywhere.

This makes everything so much easier.

There's a little side alley a short way up, that weaves between shinobi apartments before coming out onto the boulevard right by the weapons store. Kakashi is wandering along at the leisurely pace of a man with nowhere to be, so it isn't much of a rush to reach it, but you're still a little breathless with anticipation. He's chuckling quietly at his book when you dash out the alley, swing a left, and crash square into his chest. Right as you do, you unmask your chakra, allowing it to just brush against his in a faux expression of surprise. He recognises your chakra, you can feel it, how his own energy reflexively gives way to yours. Kakashi doesn't stagger at all and you pretty much bounce right off him, but you do hear the snap of his book closing swiftly.

"Woah! I'm so sorry, I'm in such a rush to-", you exclaim, with what you think is a pretty good attempt at shock, as you right yourself and look him in the eye. "Oh. Hey, Kakashi!"

He blinks, then greets you in return. "You should be more careful. There's no need to be in such a rush all the time."

Your heart flutters a little bit at the implication that he pays such close attention to the chaotic pace you live life at.  If you aren't careful, you're going to be the one leaving this encounter flustered. So you laugh it off, and pretend to readjust your flak jacket. "I do rush, don't I? It's just, I've been up all night pretending to be a particularly noisy owl outside one of my genin's window, and honestly I'm just desperate to go home and sleep."  This is true - Haruki called you old for needing a nap yesterday, the little shit.

Kakashi doesn't even question why you've decided to torture one of your students. "I prefer to make monster noises outside Naruto's door when I'm aiming for sleep deprivation."

The one eye you can see crinkles slightly at the corner when you laugh. Otherwise, he doesn't react, so you decide to store away the image of him growling with his face pressed up against a dingy apartment door for a time when you need cheering up. Instead, you decide to set your plan into action. You're going to lose your nerve if you don't get a move on. 

"Are you going to train with Gai?", you ask, as if you don't already know. Kakashi hums nonchalantly, switches his book to the other hand, and leans his weight against the wall of the store. You inch forward just a little as you continue, "We should get together someday soon too."

Kakashi's eye widens slightly. "Hm - to train, oh -", and you're so glad he has a dirty mind, because the thought of flustering him has your courage building by the second.

Finally, you allow your eyes to flicker down to his Icha Icha novel - he's carrying the discreet cover version, rather than the much more lewd one you've seen in the bookshop underneath your apartment. The plain binding makes it easy to see how well-thumbed the book really is. Flashing him your loveliest smile, you move in for the kill. "Say, Kakashi, what are you reading? It must be quite a book for you to be so engrossed so early in the morning."

It's hard not to almost, almost, feel bad for him as his whole body tenses up. "It's, ah... well... it's...",  Kakashi pauses, clears his throat, and then clears it again. You give him an encouraging mhm as his knuckles turn white against the cover.  "...An action novel." He finishes, his voice strained.

"Well, I've been looking for a new book to read in my downtime. Would you mind if I borrow it once you're finished?", you ask. You're starting to grin a bit too much as you speak, but hopefully you're managing to pass it off as just being happy to talk to him - to be honest, you smile at Kakashi far too much even when you aren't torturing him.

He's starting to slide down the wall just a little as his knees weaken."You want to read it?"

"If that's okay with you. It would be interesting to see what you like," you respond, allowing the pause to drag out just a little longer than necessary,"...to read." He might actually be having a nosebleed under his mask, you think, as he fixes his gaze very intently at the lamppost behind your head. 

"Everything alright, Kakashi?"

Suddenly, he's skirting around you like you're hot coals. He starts to skitter away up the street, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he mumbles,"Yes. I just realised how late I am to meet Gai, I should go, hate to leave him waiting-"

A gentle hand on his forearm stops him dead in his tracks. "Of course. Well, it was a lovely surprise to see you. Enjoy your training session." You're sure to give the exposed skin there a gentle squeeze before letting go. His chakra chases after you.

"Enjoy your nap.", he replies, staring at you unblinkingly, voice absent. Something tells you Gai will be winning whatever fresh hell he's got planned for this morning - he's probably about 500 pushups deep right now, so you really should get going. Maybe you'll have a nice warm bath and read an action novel of your own. You start down the boulevard in the opposite direction, in much less of a rush than you began, and wave back over your shoulder.

"See you soon, Kakashi. Remember to bring me that book once you're finished!"

You can only see one quarter of his face, but you're pretty sure he's blushing. God, you really do like him. 

#naruto #naruto x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi #kakashi x reader

[scribble-brain-aced]

Winner, Baby

I wrote a parody song of Loser, Baby, where Angel Dust is redeemed.. but Husk isn’t. (Along with added pre-song dialogue.) :) ——— “So.. you really did it, huh?”

“Heh. Yeah, I did.”

“You should go up, then. What’s taking so long?”

“I.. I’m not ready. Maybe I could just, you know, stay here? Until you an’ the others are ready. I still have shit to take care of, a job to quit-”

“Anthony. You earned it. Go.”

“…I can’t.”

“I already taught you to fly. Need another lesson?”

“Wh- no, no! I got the wings shit! ..Mostly. But.. I’d miss you. A- AND the others, OF COURSE.” “We’ll catch up. You fly on up there, and we’ll meet again.” “…I think I’ll stay here. I don’t wanna go yet.” ———

H: So things looked bad, you were backed against the wall 

Your whole existence seemed fuckin’ hopeless 

You felt as filthy as a dive-bar bathroom stall 

Couldn’t cope sober and dope-less 

A: (“Oh, I know this part!”) 

“I lost my way 

I thought my life was wrecked 

And so you said I was correct!” 

H: (Ha! No.) 

You’re.. a.. 

A: “Lo-”  

H: WINNER, baby! 

A winner, goddamn, baby, you’re a- 

bit fucked up, but you’ve made it up! 

You’re a winner, unlike me 

A: “Wait-“ 

H: You’re a screws-loose boozer, but a top 5-star reviews-er 

You’re a power-bottom powering through 

An’ you’ve got new company 

A: “But I’m not-” 

H: There was a time you thought that no-one could relate 

To the gruesome ways in which you’re damaged 

But you let walls down, and it finally set you straight! 

A: “I’m still gay-”

H: Now it’s time to move to your new vantage! 

A: “No, I can’t.. Agh. 

I sold my soul 

To that psychopathic freak.”

H: Haha! And you thought that made you unique? 

Come on 

Now you’re a winner, baby, a winner, now it’s time to go and- 

A: “No, I’m not leaving, I can’t-”

H: But you’ve made it all the way 

A: “No, please, I don’t wanna leave- that's not how this goes. 

I’m still a loser, a dummy 

And I’m not goin’ up there, honey 

‘Least, down here, I’m not alone!” 

H: Aw, c’mon- you’re a winner, unlike me! 

A: “I’m not some perfect little angel.” 

H: You got your wings, and Heaven’s say-so,  

Join the crowd and leave this Hell behind! 

A: “Sorry, sweetie, but we’re intertwined to 

stay together despite my redemption!” 

H: Are you so blind that I have to mention 

that your call is right up there? 

You’re free and you have unlimited power! 

A: “I’m a loser, baby”

H: A WINNER, and just maybe if you 

accept and move on, 

You'll find you’ll make it out okay 

It’s time to lose your self-loathing 

 Accept your fate, let hope in, baby 

You’ve won your place, your soul and grace 

A: “You're still a winner 

Just 

 like  

me” 

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #song #song lyrics #song parody #loser baby

[manycoloureddays]

in a vehicle / confessing feelings

for @amberlouigi who wanted this prompt for colin & isaac, i hope i did it justice! 

Isaac has been sitting on this revelation for a while now. Getting used to it, learning how to live with this feeling in his chest so huge it threatens to swallow him whole. And now he’s going to say it, declare it, claim it. It’s fucking terrifying.

He’s not sure when it started. He was in too deep before he knew anything was happening. The timeline is all screwed up.

There were the before times, years and years full of friendship. Then there was that time between finding out Colin was gay and going to his house to apologise. The time they don’t speak about, when Isaac’s head was too full of noise and fear to make much sense of anything.

That was the night it smacked him in the face.

Sitting next to Colin on the couch asking him question after question until he was answering one of his own with too much confidence to be entirely theoretical. He didn’t know he was in it til it was too late, didn’t know it was something he could be in until he pulled Bumbercatch’s name out and then suddenly it was all he could think about.

He knew guys were, like, objectively fit. But he’d never really considered where he was in relation to that, or where he’d like to be. Turns out he’d like to be in the thick of it, right up close and personal.

They finished out the game but Isaac doesn’t remember who won. All he remembers are the different scenarios he had playing out in his head. Did he want to kiss Bumbercatch? A little, but mostly in the same way he wanted to kiss anyone hot. Just to try it, just because he could, but not in an earth shattering kind of way. So he probably wasn’t into Bumbercatch. Did that mean he wasn’t gay? Or that other one, the one like his baby sister. Bisexual. Huh. Okay. That word was only a little less scary.

But surely he’d have known. So if he wasn’t into Bumbercatch, was there someone else, someone more his type. He thought about all the girls he’d kissed, shagged, fallen in love with. Women who were fit and silly and liked a laugh, who went pint for pint with him and joined him on the dancefloor.

“‘Nother round, boyo?” Colin had asked, tapping Isaac’s empty beer bottle with his own.

Which had of course led Isaac to looking. Wondering. Thinking. Imagining. What would it feel like to kiss Colin? What would it feel like to go out clubbing and dance with him, instead of just near him? He thought about pulling Colin close, holding him tight, moving together, hands on his hips, thumbs in the waistband of his jeans.

Colin was standing in front of him, still waiting for an answer, and Isaac had to stop thinking about it.

Isaac couldn’t stop thinking about it, because Colin was standing right in front of him, his shirt riding up and Isaac could see his tummy, the trail of hair leading down to his …

“Nah, I gotta go,” Isaac said, jumping up and winding up almost chest to chest with Colin. “Another time though, yeah?”

That was nearly a year ago now.

He’s been sitting on it for A While.

But Isaac had to make sure. He had to double check his answers, be careful. He had to know he wasn’t going to say something he didn’t mean. He couldn’t lie about something like this. Not to Colin.

He couldn’t say he liked men, maybe liked his best friend more than he was supposed to, because what if he was wrong?

So Isaac made sure.

And by the time he was sure, Colin and Michael were on the rocks and he had to be the supportive best friend. He sat through conversations about their relationship, gave genuinely good advice that was totally unbiased, and then when they finally broke up, he, Bumbercatch and Jamie took Colin out to get wasted and dance it off.

Then he had to wait to make sure he wasn’t going to be Colin’s rebound guy. At which point, Roy pulled him aside and told him to pull his finger out, which was super embarrassing and he never wants to think about that particular boot room conversation ever again.

Roy in a healthy committed relationship is the worst kind of Roy to get advice from. He gets all sincere. And smiley. It’s honestly a little creepy.

But now they were here. Him and Colin in a car together for the three hours it was going to take to drive to Cardiff for Colin’s aunty’s birthday. Alone. Just like Isaac planned.

And now he thinks he might be bottling it.

Colin – in the passenger seat, because like hell was Isaac letting him drive all that way, he’d prefer it if Colin never drove again actually – is singing along to whatever Jamie T song is playing, totally oblivious to Isaac’s crisis.

Just because Isaac is very good at not talking about his feelings doesn’t mean he doesn’t want people to notice when he’s shitting bricks beside th–

“You okay in there, Isaac?” Colin asks, cutting in over Isaac’s spiralling.

“Huh?”

He reaches across and rubs his thumb up and down between Isaac’s eyebrows. “You’ve got your emotionally constipated brow furrow going on. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah bruv. ‘Course it is.”

He glances over, catches the almost reassured look on Colin’s face. He can practically hear Roy’s voice in his head: are you really going to let an opener like that go?

Fuck it.

“Um actually. There’s some stuff I’ve been wanting to tell you.” It really is so much easier like this, eyes on the road, hands on the wheel. He can say it to the road in front of them, just like he’s been practising in the mirror. “Nothing bad, I promise, yeah? I just need you to listen.”

“I can do that,” Colin says. And it’s Colin. It’s fucking Colin. He’s Isaac’s best friend. He’s been building it up in his head for so long, he kind of forgot that Colin is the easiest person in the world to talk to.

“So uh. You know how you’re gay?”

Colin splutters, trying to keep his laughter in and failing.

“Yeah, Isaac. I know how I’m gay.”

“Right. Well. Me too. Sort of. Half. I’m bisexual, or whatever.” He knew he should have rehearsed this bit longer. I’m bisexual, or whatever, real smooth. Wanker.

Colin doesn’t laugh though. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all, which would freak Isaac out if he wasn’t used to the way Colin goes blank when he processes new information. It’s like he’s uploading software and needs to restart. It’s cute. Fuck, he’s so cute.

“Thanks for telling me. It’s not an easy thing to say,” Colin says. He puts his hand over Isaac’s on the gearshift and squeezes.

“There’s more. Um. Yeah, I’m just going to… I’m kind of in love with you?”

Colin doesn’t go blank this time. Isaac watches out of the corner of his eye as Colin’s mouth drops open.

“Can you pull over?” he asks, and that is not exactly what Isaac wanted to hear, but he does it anyway. If Colin doesn’t want to be in the car with him anymore, Isaac sure as hell isn’t going to keep him here.

They haven’t even made it to the motorway yet, which turns out to be a blessing. Isaac pulls in behind a big white van. He reads all the information on the back of it while he waits for Colin to leave or say something, and considers calling the number and getting his mum’s conservatory renovated for her.

When Colin finally finds his words, they’re not the ones Isaac was expecting.

“Can you say that again?”

Isaac turns to look at him. He doesn’t look upset. He doesn’t look confused or freaked out or angry or any of the things that Isaac was dreading. He looks shocked. But beneath the shock there’s something a little like hope.

Isaac latches onto the hope, ties it to his own to make it double.

“I’m in love with you.”

Colin breathes in. Breathes out. “Not kind of?”

“What?”

“Before, you said ‘kind of’. You’re not kind of in love with me?” Colin asks, and he’s smiling now.

“Nah. That was a lie. I’m definitely in love with you.” It keeps getting easier every time he says it.

Colin laughs. “Cool.”

Isaac opens his mouth to say Cool back, because he’s starting to understand the need to reboot with new information, but he doesn’t get anything out before Colin launches himself across the centre console.

Kissing Colin is nothing like kissing any of the guys in packed clubs. It’s soft and sweet, the two of them smiling too much to kiss properly. Isaac’s seatbelt is cutting into the side of his neck, and Colin is talking into the kiss, but it’s still making Isaac smile dopily.

“I’m definitely in love with you too,” Colin says, words pressed into Isaac’s lips. “Like, have been for a while. Probably will be for a really long time. Hope that’s okay.”

Isaac doesn’t answer. Colin’s always been better with words anyway. He just keeps kissing him until he shuts up, and then he kisses him more.

They’re an hour late to Aunty Megan’s birthday. But they walk in holding hands and Isaac knows some things are worth the wait.

#i really wanted to post it tonight so i hope it doesn't feel too rushed!! #colin hughes #isaac mcadoo #colin x isaac #ted lasso #madeleine writes #amberlouigi

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 9 - Popular

Suguru gives a polite smile to the girl in front of him. He’s certain she told him her name but he can’t remember it, even though it’s been less than three minutes.

Satoru is lingering a few steps away, something like a sneer on his face ever since Suguru stepped away with the girl when she had asked him to. It’s not the first time a virtual stranger confesses their feelings to him and Suguru is certain that it won’t be the last either, though it never means anything to him.

“That is very nice of you,” he says to the girl when she gives him some chocolate with a letter attached. “But I can’t take that.”

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Are you already taken?”

Suguru’s eyes flit over to Satoru again, and he wishes the answer was yes but all he can say is “You should really find someone else to give that to.”

The girl looks down at the chocolate and then sighs.

“I guess I should, huh?” she asks, with a wry smile on her face and Suguru is thankful that this one at least doesn’t seem to be a crier.

He had way uglier encounters in the past.

“I hope you have a good day,” he says, turning away from her with a wave and going back to Satoru, leaving the girl standing there.

Satoru’s eyes are still on her, though and Suguru wonders if he’s jealous, if he had his eyes on her and the thought makes something in Suguru’s chest clench painfully.

“You should have at least taken the chocolate,” Satoru complaints as soon as Suguru is close enough to do so and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

He should have known that was the thing Satoru was fixated on.

“That would have been mean, since I have no intention of ever calling her or seeing her again,” he gives back and bumps their shoulders together. “Now, lunch?”

“You are the one who made me wait,” Satoru grumbles out and Suguru frowns.

It might not be visible to everyone, but Suguru can see that Satoru is upset about something.

“What’s going on?” Suguru asks and Satoru shuffles on his feet.

“Nothing.” It’s such an unbelievable lie that Suguru doesn’t even bother to say anything to that and simply stares Satoru down.

Most people might be unable to hold prolonged eye contact with Satoru, but not Suguru. He has always won in a staring contest.

“I didn’t know you’re this popular,” Satoru finally huffs out and Suguru allows himself a small smile, because he knew Satoru would fold in no time.

“I don’t care about it,” Suguru says with a shrug and tugs on Satoru’s sleeve to get them back on track.

He’s hungry now and lunch does seem like a very good idea.

“Clearly. She was cute, though, wasn’t she?” Satoru asks and Suguru frowns at him.

“Satoru, you do know that—” I’m in love with you, he doesn’t say and instead finishes with “I’m gay, right?”

Satoru blinks at him as if that’s new information to him and Suguru fondly shakes his head. Only Satoru would miss something that Suguru wasn’t even hiding from him.

“I see,” he gives back and his voice sounds strange enough that Suguru comes to a stop.

“That a problem?” Suguru wants to know and for a moment it’s hard to breathe.

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do if Satoru says yes.

“No? I mean, I’m bi, so what would it matter to me, it’s just—I didn’t know,” he rambles out and that makes his previous reaction even more confusing.

“Then what’s tripping you up?” Suguru asks and Satoru avoids his eyes.

“I never see any guys hitting on you. Or—well, you hitting on any guys,” he whispers out, his hands in his pockets and hunched over as if he was bracing against a cold wind.

There are several things Suguru wants to say to that, but no words make it past his lips. The guys they come across usually try to hit on Satoru, which Suguru discourages with biting glares and the only guy Suguru ever wants to hit on is standing right in front of him, absolutely oblivious to Suguru’s feelings.

No, these are not things Suguru can say to Satoru.

“I like it that way,” Suguru finally says, hoping to shut that particular conversation down, and yet he still can’t help but to add: “What, you jealous of the attention I do get?”

“No, it’s just—no one has ever hit on me,” Satoru mutters, and clearly that matters more to him than he likes to admit.

And it’s not even true. People of all genders havedsdshave hit on Satoru, it’s just that usually it flies right over his head. There was even that one guy who put a hand inappropriate close to Satoru’s ass which Satoru still didn’t pick up on and ever since then Suguru has deterred any and all flirting attempts.

If people can’t even be decent about it, then he’s not going to let them close to Satoru.

“Does that matter to you?” Suguru asks because he was just trying to keep Satoru safe, but if that makes him unhappy then maybe he’ll have to change something.

“Not really, it’s just a little bit of a blow for the ego, isn’t it?” Satoru gives back, a forced smile on his lips and Suguru wonders why he even needs the ego boost.

Satoru’s ego is already big enough as it is and everyone they know always tells him that he’s too pretty anyway. Which is not even true, because in Suguru’s eyes, Satoru is entirely perfect.

“I wouldn’t know, it never mattered to me,” Suguru replies with a shrug. “I only ever feel vaguely uncomfortable when strangers hit on me.”

“But you’re always so nice about it.”

“They didn’t do anything wrong, I don’t have a reason to be mean to them.”

At least not to the ones hitting on Suguru himself. He is being plenty mean to people who want to hit on Satoru.

Satoru only hums at his answer and Suguru can tell that he’s really upset about this. Suguru doesn’t like the thought of letting strangers hit on Satoru again, but clearly it’s bothering him that no one has gotten a chance to do so lately and Suguru vows to stop glaring at everyone.

Surely some of the people who want to hit on Satoru must be nice enough to not cross any boundaries, like that girl just now.

Suguru is not going to like it—will probably hate every second of it—but he hates Satoru’s sad and dejected face even more.

If this is something he can do for Satoru, then he will.

~*~*~

“That guy wasn’t asking you for directions,” Suguru mildly says, because he just knows that this went right past Satoru.

“What? Of course he wanted to know, he asked about the main station,” Satoru gives back and Suguru sighs, before he points towards the huge ass sign right across the street that points towards the main station.

“Huh,” Satoru says. “What did he want, then?”

“He was hitting on you,” Suguru informs him and he’s proud that his voice doesn’t sound as bitter as he feels.

At least he now has confirmation that Satoru doesn’t intentionally ignore his flirting attempts; by now, Suguru is convinced that Satoru wouldn’t know he was being flirted with if Suguru should state it outright.

“He was what?”

“He was hitting on you,” Suguru dutifully repeats because it’s clear that Satoru doesn’t believe him at all.

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

They stare at each other for a long moment before Satoru slumps.

“I didn’t notice,” he whines out and despite everything, Suguru has to snort out a laugh.

“Yeah, that was painfully obvious.”

“How do you pick up on stuff like that, it’s so hard,” Satoru mutters, looking after the guy who left.

He’s long gone but still, Suguru can’t help but to wonder if Satoru regrets it, if he would have been receptive to his flirting if he had picked up on it.

“It’s actually not,” Suguru says but doesn’t elaborate because it’s not as if he wants Satoru to notice every idiot flirt with him. It’s bad enough that Suguru already has to see, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do if Satoru ever reciprocates anything, even if it would be just a little harmless fun.

“Help me understand,” Satoru whines out and hangs himself off Suguru’s shoulder.

Suguru doesn’t have to look at him to know that Satoru is blinking his puppy eyes up at him as if they still have any effect on Suguru.

He’s ashamed to admit that they do still work pretty well, but mostly because Suguru can never find it in him to say no to Satoru. The puppy eyes are just overkill at this point.

“If someone around our age comes up to you for whatever reason, you can generally assume they are there to hit on you,” Suguru finally presses out even though he very decidedly doesn’t want to.

“There was this girl yesterday,” Satoru muses.

“Who asked if you dropped the pen? Yeah, flirting,” Suguru immediately replies and it wasn’t even a very good pretence.

They were walking down the street with no bags to speak of, how would Satoru ever lose a pen like that.

“Huh,” Satoru says. “Now that I think about it, there have been a lot of things like that happening the last few days. I wonder why that is.”

Wonder no more, Suguru wants to say, but he bites his tongue. He did stop glaring at people who want to approach Satoru, but he is still not liking it.

And it’s not as if Suguru allows everyone to come close; he has a very good eye for creeps by now and he make sure to keep those as far away from Satoru as he can.

“Can we go now?” Suguru asks in a clear attempt to distract Satoru and he breathes a sigh of relief when Satoru seems to forget all about it and explains yet again why the café they are going to is the best one there is.

Suguru dutifully listens and nods in all the right places, and really, he likes this much more than having to stand by and watch random people hit on Satoru.

~*~*~

Suguru grits his teeth as he watches the guy Satoru is currently talking to slides his hand down his arm as if he has any right to it, which he doesn’t. Suguru is the only one who is allowed these liberties with Satoru, but clearly Satoru doesn’t think the same, because he does nothing to stop the wandering hand.

Suguru has to watch how the guy smoothly transfers his hand from Satoru’s arm to his waist and he has to give it to him, that is one hell of a move. Suguru could appreciate it more, if it wasn’t done on Satoru, though.

He holds out for a while longer, but when the guy leans close to whisper something into Satoru’s ear, Suguru finally snaps.

“I think that’s enough,” he bites out as he reaches for Satoru’s arm to pull him back, pulls him to his side where he belongs.

Satoru seems mostly confused, but the guy immediately glares at Suguru. He is not one to be out-glared though, so he gives the guy a look so nasty, it makes him turn around on his heels and walk away almost immediately.

“Suguru?” Satoru asks, not moving away, but clearly more than confused about the entire situation.

“Sorry,” Suguru breathes out and immediately lets go of Satoru. “Sorry.”

“What’s going on?” Satoru wants to know, staying right where he is, pressed to Suguru’s side.

“He was being—pushy,” Suguru mutters in explanation. “He shouldn’t have taken that liberty with you.”

It’s not even a good explanation. Clearly Satoru hadn’t minded his advances at all and the only one who seems to have a problem with the entire situation is Suguru.

“I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry,” he rushes to add before Satoru can even say something.

“Was he flirting with me?” Satoru asks and of course this went right over his head again.

Suguru doesn’t even know why he worries in the first place, because Satoru never knows.

And there’s the danger, a voice in Suguru’s head whispers. Who knows how far people are going to push and Suguru is not going to take the chance that Satoru feels belatedly uncomfortable, once he realises what the true intent was.

“Satoru, please,” Suguru breathes out. “Of course he was flirting with you. You really have to be more perceptive of that; he was standing way too close, only looking at you, and that hand on your arm, your waist? Of course he was flirting.”

At that Satoru looks down, looks at the distance between them, before he looks back at Suguru’s face, and Suguru can feel himself blush because of course he’s still looking at Satoru.

He’s only ever looking at Satoru.

“Are you?” Satoru finally asks him and an immediate denial is on the tip of Suguru’s tongue but it dies a quiet death when Satoru steps even closer, all but presses against him. “Are you?” he asks again, his voice a mere whisper in the space between them and really, what is Suguru supposed to say to that other than the truth.

“Thanks for finally noticing,” he gets out and then braces for the inevitable rejection. Now that Satoru knows what he’s doing, Suguru is certain he’ll have a few choice words for him.

“All this time?” Satoru says with a frown, clearly wrecking his brain and Suguru sighs.

“All this time, Satoru,” he admits and then takes a step back. “I’m sorry.”

Satoru is still frowning but when Suguru moves away he follows, as if he was being pulled by in invisible leash.

“No,” he replies to that and Suguru’s heart falls.

Of course Satoru wouldn’t simply accept his apology; not after all this time.

“Satoru, I’m—”

“Don’t apologise,” Satoru fiercely gives back. “I’m sorry for never noticing.”

“It’s very on brand for you,” Suguru sighs out but falls silent when Satoru shakes his head even as he reaches out for Suguru’s hand.

“No, I should have noticed, I was paying so much attention to you,” he mutters. “I don’t know how to flirt.”

“Yeah, that one is painfully obvious,” Suguru replies, his heart in his throat because Satoru’s hand is still in his and Suguru can’t help but to wonder where this is going.

“I’m flirting with you,” Satoru says. “Well, I would be, if I knew how. I want you flirting with me, though,” he rushes to add and a small smile tugs on Suguru’s lips.

“For fun or—?” he can’t help but to teasingly asks because the blush on Satoru’s face makes the answer more than obvious.

“You’re so mean to me, making me say it,” Satoru complaints and then he doesn’t actually say anything because instead he leans forward and claims Suguru’s lips in a kiss.

“Answer received,” Suguru says when they part and he properly threads their fingers together.

“You were stopping people from flirting with me before, weren’t you?” Satoru asks with a happy sigh and Suguru shrugs, completely unrepentant.

“Go back to it, I don’t care for the attention.”

“But you were complaining about how popular I was and you weren’t,” Suguru teases him and Satoru melts against his side.

“I have the only one I want paying attention to me, what do I care about others?” he mutters, his head on Suguru’s shoulder and Suguru briefly wonders what sight they must make to the strangers around them.

He just hopes they all understand that Satoru is his.

“Alright then, no more flirting for you.”

“Except when it comes from you,” Satoru immediately replies and Suguru drops a kiss to the top of his head.

“Except when it comes from me,” he agrees and squeezes Satoru’s hand.

Satoru will be able to pick up on his flirting in no time, Suguru will make sure of that by showering him with love, just like Satoru deserves.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fluff #hurt/comfort #flirting #getting together #first kiss

[adhdslugcrimes]

The batfam finally making Dick commit to something.

Jason: it's getting ridiculous you haven't committed to Star or Barb, not even arson!!

Dick: not true, I am very committed to arson. I burned down joker's new hideout with him in it.

Tim: well, you need a relationship.

Dick: so we're not allowed to be acearo no more? Very unprogressive of you Tim, being bi and all I excepted support from at least you of all people.

Tim: are you acearo?

Dick: no, but it was bold of you guys demand me in a relationship not knowing if I wasn't or not.*

Tim: okay well, are you going to choose already, Bruce put more money on his betting pool and I want to win, so please choose Star!

Dick, gasp dramatically: you better on my love life to be a cishet man!? Also already in a relationship, so sorry but none of you are winning.

Damian: you are?

Dick: I am.

Stephanie: who is it then if not Star or Barb?

Dick: ... Since you are a lesbian I feel less offended you thought it was women for some reason, anyways it's your babysitter. Wally. For years now.

Bruce: it not Wally, I would have known it was him.

Jason: kinky.

Dick: yes, I forgot I live with the greatest detectives of all time. So me sitting in his lap any chance I got didn't set it off?

Bruce: friends do that too, Tim in Stephanie's lap all the time.

Tim: because she calls me her child and force me to sit there because I'm only an inch shorter than her!

Stephanie: Hun, inches matter, and it's like five inches shorter now.

Tim: stop growing!!

Dick: okay, how about when he's sleeping over I make him sleep in my bed.

Bruce: you've done it since you met him, that's easily written off.

Dick: what about the time I got caught making out with him in the cave.

Bruce: you were 13, hormones.

Dick: the batmobile?

Bruce: rebellious stage was strong with you.

Batsibs, grabbed the popcorn:

Dick: the medbay, mount justice where I slept in his room my entire stay, oh and every picture of me in pride.

Bruce: ... It's all coincidences! How was I supposed to know you were dating him!? You were sewed at the hip and you called him baby for years, there's not a single moment that would have told me you were —

Dick: you caught us in the action when you decide not to knock coming into my apartment, I know you have friends with benefits but there was candles and stuff.

Jason: oh shit, B you are blind!

Damian: or in denial it seems...

Stephanie: denial is a river in Egypt, your son is gay.

Cass: cool, I won the bet.

Tim: Bruce how could you failed us!?

Duke: couldn't even knock, is that why we have a knocking rule now?

Jarro: *confused and disappointed starfish noises*

Bruce: ugh okay I might be in denial, but only so you see there's a better choice out there like Barbara, she's smart and you get along and she-

Dick: a lesbian in a relationship with Kara.

Bruce: ... Really?

Dick: yep, that's why Kara knew Jim.

Bruce: what about Star? You have a kid with her so you must've broken up with Wally for her just a bit, and you flirt with her a lot—

Dick: dating Raven, and I was a donor since she wanted to have a kid and ask if it was okay if I helped. All done at a doctor's office.

Bruce: well date Roy!

Jason: hell no, I got dibs on him!

Tim: wow, he's homophobic. So you must've hated my mom married to little demon's mom huh?

Bruce: I'm not homophobic! I'm irisphobic... She's a scary woman...

Dick: yeah be a real shame if she knew you used Wally as a shield, huh.

Bruce: dick, please, for your old man date a different redhead.

Dick: no~

* being acearo doesn't mean you can't be in a relationship, a person can choose if they want it or not regardless of sexuality but def in the ace spectrum like acearo. this is a joke.

Also sluggy finally schedule post for once bec he doesn't feel good, not on my 2023 bingo card,,,, only have two more after this,,,, more in tags

#dick grayson #birdflash #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #jarro #talia x janet #karababs #starrae #sluggy schedule post #only had these in my drafts too depressed to fix their schedule time so yay #god I'm so tired #hopefully depression spell gets over so i can come back #and you ya know not want to die #i did say my last words would probably be birdflash related heh #... yeah that wasn't funny ugh next post is tomorrow i don't remember the time bye #i feed y'all my children heh

[pearlsephoni]

Just Between Us

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata), mentions of Bokuaka (Bokuto/Akaashi) and Iwaoi (Iwaizumi/Oikawa)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Atsumu Miya, Kotaro Bokuto, cameos from Korai Hoshiumi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Aran Ojiro, Tooru Oikawa, and Hajime Iwaizumi

Word Count: 12.5k

Summary: Hinata Shoyo has fulfilled his greatest dreams: reach the top of the volleyball world with Kageyama Tobio, and be loved by Kageyama Tobio. One is very public, while the other is hidden only for each other and their closest loved ones. A risk gone wrong threatens to change that.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on June 24th for @/Lmc_thph this year's Kagehina Exchange, and beta'd by @/danatooine. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

***

“God damn, Tobio-kun!”

Shoyo’s shoulders shot up with Kageyama’s, even though his name wasn’t called. When he looked around, he immediately saw the cause for Atsumu’s loud surprise, and his heart sank.

The broad, defined, beautiful expanse of Kageyama’s back was marred by red lines, a set of four on each of his shoulder blades like wings.

There was a burst of shuffling and murmuring as other members of the National Team tried to get a look at Kageyama’s back. To Shoyo’s relief, the setter had already tugged his practice jersey on, covering up the implicating marks.

“Didn’t think ya had it in ya!” Atsumu cooed with a shit-eating grin. “Who’s the lucky lady? Or— hold on, you’re gay, right?”

“Please stop talking, Atsumu-san,” Kageyama muttered. Atsumu did not look like he was going to listen, but Kageyama was saved by Ushijima clapping his hands and urging the lingering team members to get out to the court already.

Shoyo didn’t look away from Kageyama fast enough to avoid meeting his eyes for the briefest breath, and he felt a jolt up his spine at the stormy anger in that blue gaze.

Oh, he was fucked.

***

“Fuck me.”

Shoyo pulled away to stare wide-eyed at Kageyama. “Really? But your team won the 3-on-3’s.”

“Yeah, so I get to choose. Fuck me.”

Oh. Huh. Shoyo was straddling Kageyama’s hips, fully prepared to stretch himself out and seat himself on his thick length. That was how it usually went when Kageyama won a game, and Shoyo had nearly gotten them exposed to the team. Honestly, he’d been kind of…looking forward to what kind of punishment Kageyama was going to dole out.

Not that he was going to complain. He eagerly scrambled to climb off of Kageyama’s hips and in between his legs, grabbing the bottle of lube on the journey. “What’s the occasion?” he asked as he slicked up his fingers.

“Do I need an occasion for you to fuck me?” Kageyama grumbled.

“Mm-hm! Maybe you remembered how much you love me, or how good I played earlier, or how I fuck you better than— wah!” His clean hand just barely caught Kageyama’s foot before it could collide with his face.

“Are you going to fuck me, or not?”

“Patience, Bossy-yama,” Shoyo cooed, brushing a light kiss to the inside of Kageyama’s ankle. He heard a quiet, sharp inhale, and he smirked into Kageyama’s soft skin before brushing another kiss to his ankle, then the inside of his knee, then tracing a path along the inside of his thigh.

With every brush of his lips, Kageyama’s breaths quickened, until his lips hovered over the hard curve of Kageyama’s cock. His tongue darted out to lick at his flushed cockhead, and that finally dragged a hoarse “Sho…” from Kageyama’s wet lips.

“Hm?” Shoyo hummed, looking up with wide, innocent eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Kageyama was flushed with heavy-lidded eyes, but he still scowled down at Shoyo with stubbornly closed lips. Shoyo didn’t mind—he knew how to break him. “Gotta use your words, To-bi-o,” he sang, brushing a kiss along his cock with every syllable of his name.

“I already did,” Kageyama bit out. He wrapped a leg around Shoyo’s waist, dragging his foot up until it pressed into the small of his back. “Fuck me.”

“Bossy,” Shoyo tutted. Without warning, he sank a finger into Kageyama, smirking when his foot immediately dropped from his back and went limp on the bed, matching the way his head fell back with a low moan.

He loved fucking Kageyama, loved feeling him wrapped tight and warm around him, but he especially loved watching him unravel like this. It was one thing to watch him grit his teeth and furrow his brows with concentration as he pounded Shoyo into oblivion, that concentration breaking only when Shoyo clenched tight around him. It was another thing entirely to melt him down from the inside out.

One finger became two, then became three, all crooked perfectly and pressing just enough to pull another cry from Kageyama. “Fuck, Sho—!”

“I know,” Shoyo hushed, leaning up to ghost a kiss against Kageyama’s wet, parted lips.

“I’m ready,” Kageyama groaned. “I’m ready, c’mon, just— mmh!”

“Okay, okay!” A fond huff of laughter escaped him as he reached for the lube. “Condom?”

“No.” Sweat-damp strands of black hair clung to the pillow as Kageyama shook his head, unable to even lift it.

“Really?” The word came out as more of a moan than a question, Shoyo’s concentration nearly escaping him at the slick grip of his own hand around his throbbing cock. He was almost dizzy from how badly he wanted to pump himself fast and hard, but he held himself back, letting the wet, filthy sounds of his strokes reach both his and Kageyama’s ears. Those dark blue eyes widened for a beat, before growing heavy with desire again.

“No condom?” Shoyo murmured, leaning down just enough to bump their noses together. “You want me to fill you up? You want to spill with me? What if you can’t get it all out and it leaks tomorrow?” Anyone else might have looked mortified at the thought, but not Kageyama. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, biting back another moan. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want everyone to know their best setter is a slut who gets filled up after practice?”

“M’not—” Kageyama’s protest trailed off into a shuddered breath of anticipation, distracted by Shoyo lining his tip up with his stretched rim.

“I know,” Shoyo hummed with a smirk. “You don’t spread your legs for just anyone, right? The only one allowed here”—he began pushing in, watching Kageyama wilt against the bed—“is me.”

“Only you,” Kageyama breathlessly agreed, wrapping his legs around Shoyo’s hips. “C’mon, Sho, fill me up.”

“Fuck.” That was all Shoyo could manage, all his focus narrowed on slowly pushing in, bit by bit, soaking in the sound of Kageyama’s bit-back moans and the sight of his heaving, flushed chest, until their hips finally met. “Good?”

“Wait,” Kageyama gasped, eyes screwed tight from the stretch.

This was one of the only situations where Shoyo was happy to wait. He trailed kisses and lightly sucked at Kageyama’s collarbones as the setter adjusted, pulling away just to watch his bites bloom like roses against his pale skin. Normally, this was the only time he could mark Kageyama up without getting yelled at, his nags replaced with shuddering sighs from the stretch.

But instead of melting more, Kageyama seemed to become unnervingly alert, eyes fluttering up to look down at Shoyo and lips curving down around his deep breaths. When he finally said, “I’m ready,” his voice came out more as a grunt than a sigh.

Shoyo obeyed, but not without asking, “Is something wrong?”

“What?”

“You look grumpier than usual.” Truthfully, Kageyama rarely looked grumpy at all in bed, but Shoyo wasn’t going to pass up a chance to tease him.

“Maybe because a dumbass nearly had us found out today,” Kageyama snapped. Despite his grumpy words, his legs tightened around Shoyo’s hips, urging him to move.

“You like when I mark you up!”

“Yeah, in places people won’t notice! Not—ah!—scratches the whole locker room sees!”

“Who asked you to—nngh—change in the middle of the locker room?”

“Who asked you to scratch up my whole back?”

“Didn’t hear you complain last night!”

“You little—mmh!”

Shoyo dipped down and cut him off with a kiss, his hips speeding up with every bite and lick. Driving into Kageyama with nothing between them was sublime. It never failed to drive Shoyo’s greed and want higher and higher with every thrust—

“Aahhh, the hell—?!” Shoyo arched away from the nails digging into his back, scratching sharp lines down his skin and making a mixture of pain and pleasure spark through him. His hips stuttered before driving in even deeper than before, pulling a whine from Kageyama. “Ow, Tobi!”

Shoyo’s heart skipped a beat at Kageyama’s smirk. How could someone look so annoying and so hot? “Oops.”

“You were just nagging me about that!”

“I wasn’t nagging— ah, fuck, there!”

Shoyo pushed himself upright until his hands were free to clutch at Kageyama’s hips, holding him in place so he could thrust fast and deep and hard into his prostate. The pressure would’ve been too much for Shoyo, but it was perfect for Kageyama, unraveling him until he was reduced to wordless gasps and moans.

“Good, Yama?”

“Ah, ahhhh, Sho, fuck!”

“That a yes?”

“Fuck off, you know— fuck!”

Shoyo felt spellbound, watching Kageyama like this: flushed, sweaty, black hair a mess, eyes half-lidded and dazed, lips kiss-swollen and parted around helpless noises. A grin pulled at his lips when those noises grew higher and almost-panicked. That was Shoyo’s cue to wrap his hand, still slippery with traces of lube, around Kageyama’s cock. He only needed one tug to make Kageyama cry out, “Yes!” That normally-gruff voice was ragged and whining, adorned with slutty moans that Shoyo knew only he would get to hear.

“Close, Tobi?”

“Yeah, fuck, Sho—”

“C’mon, baby, come for me.” Shoyo dipped down to brush his lips over the marks he’d sucked into Kageyama’s collarbones. “I wanna feel you go all tight around me.”

He punctuated the sentence with an extra squeeze to Kageyama’s cock. That was all he needed—with a cry, Kageyama arched off of the bed as white spurted across his abs and down Shoyo’s hand. His walls rippled around Shoyo, sucking him in deeper and tighter until he had no choice but to fall over the edge behind him. “Nnh, Tobio,” he groaned, grinding in until he finally emptied himself.

His cum was already seeping out around his softening length, and when he pulled out, he could barely grab a towel in time to stem the small stream that began to leak. “Wow, I filled you up,” he laughed breathlessly.

Kageyama didn’t respond beyond a low groan until Shoyo finished wiping him as clean as he could. The moment the towel left his skin, he planted a foot on Shoyo’s stomach and gently nudged him away, wincing at the movement in his leg. “Ow,” he grunted, weakly rubbing at the underside of his thigh. “The hell did you do?”

“Gave you the best fuck of your life?” Shoyo answered sweetly, until his eyes looked at where Kageyama was rubbing. “...Oh, fuck.”

“What? What’d you do?”

“Um…” There were deep red marks right where Shoyo could remember his hips driving in. He knew he fucked Kageyama hard, but he didn’t mean to bruise him. “You…might have more marks tomorrow.”

“How?” Kageyama snapped, looking much more alert from his post-orgasm daze.

“What do you mean, how?” Shoyo snapped back. “I fucked you! It’s not my fault you bruise like a peach!”

“It’s not my fault you have such bony hips!”

“Yeah right, like you weren’t groping all over them last night!”

“God, shut up,” Kageyama growled, grabbing Shoyo around the back of his neck and pulling him into a hungry, angry kiss. Shoyo went easily, more than happy to let Kageyama flip him over and part his legs.

It looked like he was going to get that punishment after all.

***

Shoyo loved playing volleyball. He loved playing it indoors and on the beach, in Japan and in Brazil, in casual games and in international championships.

But nothing, nothing, could measure up to standing on the court with Kageyama. It didn’t matter if they were on the same team or staring at each other through the net—Shoyo felt alive playing with Kageyama in a way no other team or player had ever made him feel.

Yes, he loved playing against Kageyama as much as on the same team, but the perk of being on the National Team together was training in the same city, in the same gym. When the best of Japan’s volleyball players were gathered in Tokyo, barely a night passed where Shoyo wasn’t with Kageyama.

The only problem was, the rest of the team didn’t know they were dating. Never mind that they were as good as engaged, only missing a ring. With how public everything else about their lives was, it was almost a relief to have something so intimate, so sweet, so comfortable be kept private, just for the two of them and their closest loved ones.

So, they had a system: Shoyo rented an apartment in the same building as Kageyama’s, so that it wouldn’t seem suspicious for them to be leaving together in the morning. They staggered their returns home, and Shoyo made sure to have his hair hidden under a cap when he stayed over at Kageyama’s place. They kept up their usual bickering, teasing, comfortable rapport at practice and during games, but anything more than brushed hands or “sportly” hugs were saved until they were behind closed doors.

But they weren’t perfect. They had their close calls, their stolen kisses in deserted halls and their ill-placed marks. Shoyo especially liked to live on the edge with the marks and hickeys he left on Kageyama. Yeah, he was much more disciplined now than he had been in high school, and that included thinking through his choices more.

Man, did he like to tease the limits when it came to Kageyama. Not too much, of course. They’d managed to avoid scrutiny for the most part. The instance with Atsumu was an isolated incident, nothing more. When Shoyo woke up the next morning to find scratches down his back, hickeys along his collarbones and the hollow of his throat, and bruises pressed into his thighs and hips, he wasn’t that alarmed. Sure, some would be trickier to properly hide, but even if some showed, it’d be fine. It wasn’t like any of them would be photographed or otherwise immortalized.

Then they walked into the gym, and were faced by their coach and two photographers lingering at his elbow. “Ah, Hinata, Kageyama, welcome!” their coach greeted them.

“Hey, Coach.” Shoyo answered for himself and Kageyama. “Who’re, um…”

“Ah, them?” Their coach threw a careless glance over his shoulder. “I’ll go into more detail when the rest of the team gets here, but basically: the Olympics committee wanted to build up some hype for the upcoming games, so they’re sending photographers to get shots of all of Japan’s national teams in action.”

Shoyo’s stomach dropped. “...Photos?”

“Yeah?” Shoyo squirmed under their coach’s raised brow. “Is there a problem?”

“N-no! Not at all, just…” Shoyo slapped on an attempt at his usual charismatic smile. “I forgot to double-check my good side, Coach!”

“Oh, ha ha. Go change and warm up.”

Kageyama had stayed silent through the exchange, and managed to hold himself together until they were alone in the locker room. “What the fuck?!” he hissed.

“What?!”

“What do you mean, what? We’re getting photographed, dumbass! For the whole country to see! Shit, maybe the whole world, oh, fuck me—”

“Already did,” Shoyo joked automatically, only for his words to crack into a yelp when Kageyama sank his fingers into his hair.

“Shut up! Look what you did!” With his free hand, Kageyama jerked aside his collar, and Shoyo winced at what was revealed: clusters of now-purpling bruises lined his collarbones and reached the precise line where the collar of his shirt landed. “The second I raise my arms to set and lower them again, everyone will see these! Including the photographers.”

Shoyo winced, not even bothering to squirm when Kageyama yanked his collar aside to look at the damage he’d created. He watched that handsome face go pale, and felt his stomach grow leaden with dread. “What…what do we do?”

“What can we do?” Kageyama grumbled. “We’ll just have to hope we play well enough to distract people from…anything else.”

He began pulling away, but Shoyo caught his hand and, after making sure they were alone in the locker room, chanced a brush to his palm. “I’m sorry, Tobi. I didn’t know—”

“Dumbass, don’t apologize. I went overboard, too.” Kageyama brushed his thumb across the back of Shoyo’s hand before finally pulling away. “Come on. We gotta warm up.”

Predictably, but thankfully, practice ended up being exactly what they needed to distract themselves. Even if it was less of a proper practice and more of an impromptu publicity photoshoot. Shoyo didn’t mind, not when the very photographers they’d feared ended up directing him and Kageyama to carry out both freak and regular quick attacks. Yes, there was a special thrill that came from landing the freak quick during an actual match. But when Shoyo whirled towards Kageyama for a celebratory high five, and his smile was met by a grin of pride and quiet adoration, the rush of love he felt still filled him with warmth and happiness separate from the court.

“Wow, Kageyama, how come we never see that smile in your ads?” Hoshiumi chuckled from the sidelines after the fifth quick for the cameras.

Kageyama’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink that was different from the usual ruddiness of exercise. “It’s…it’s because I’m never playing in those ads.”

“You play in the Power Curry ads,” Ushijima remarked, not to tease, just to state a fact. “But you never smile in those.”

“Because I’m focusing.”

“So you’re not focused when you toss to me?” Shoyo gasped, eager to join the group teasing. “Are you distracted with your precious freak attack partner, Yama-kun?”

“My what?” Any and all signs of embarrassment were sapped by annoyance as Kageyama shot a hand towards Shoyo’s head. He missed, as usual, because Shoyo expected it, as usual. “I’m not distracted, dumbass, just…” The truth was clear in his eyes, but stalled on his tongue, leaving him stumped and not a little panicked.

“You’re happy playing with Hinata-kun!” Bokuto oh-so-helpfully piped with a bright smile. “I get it, man, I felt the same way playing with Keiji! His tosses were always the best!”

“Bokkun, ya wound me so.”

“Aw, that’s not what I meant—”

Bokuto’s interruption was both the best and worst thing that could’ve happened. Kageyama looked like he might pass out from their partnership being loudly compared to what Bokuto had with his husband, and Shoyo, for his part, felt like he would get whiplash from how quickly he looked at the photographers to see if they’d connected any dreaded dots.

To his relief, they looked too busy snapping photos of the entire interaction, with the team lead looking delighted by all the shots of the team’s natural rapport. “I’ve photographed a lot of teams over the past few weeks,” he laughed to their coach, “and these guys are definitely the most close-knit bunch we’ve seen. What’s your secret, Coach?”

“No secret here. Just the team’s history with each other. It’s not often you have an Olympic team that played with and against each other in high school.”

“It definitely makes a difference.”

The photography team lead didn’t make any other comments after that, but for the rest of the practice, Shoyo couldn’t shake the distinct feeling that he was being watched.

***

Shoyo loved the National Team. He really did. If he could tell his high school self that he’d be playing on a team with Ushijima, Bokuto, Hoshiumi, Ojiro, and Atsumu, on top of all the other great players he’d admired, he was sure he would’ve seen his 16-year-old brain implode.

Yes, he loved this team. But sometimes…sometimes they got the worst ideas, and decided to make it the rest of the team’s problem.

Exhibit A: they had just finished their final practice before the few days they got to have as a break before they moved into the Olympic Village and began preparations for the opening ceremony. Instead of going home and getting a good night’s rest to let their bodies recover from practice, they were now sitting in an izakaya sharing enough beers and snacks to send the workers into a bit of a panic.

All thanks to Atsumu and Hoshiumi.

Shoyo wouldn’t have minded—he’d managed to build up a bit more of a tolerance in Rio, though he usually didn’t have more than a beer at a time once he’d joined the V.League. Kageyama, on the other hand…

“Yama, sit up,” Shoyo hissed, trying to fit his hands under Kageyama’s ribs to push him away. It didn’t work: Kageyama lifted an inch or two from Shoyo’s push…and fell right back over his shoulders. It was all Shoyo could do to not tip over from the extra weight.

“Alright there, Hinata?”

Shoyo looked up to see Ojiro watching him from across the table, brows raised over curious gray eyes. “Ah, yeah! I just…always forget what a lightweight Yama is.”

He punctuated his words with a poke at Kageyama’s side. Somehow, that worked to get him to sit up better than his shove. Annoyance pricked at him, but was quickly swept away by fond exasperation when Kageyama jerked upright, frowned into his almost-empty beer mug, and dully mumbled, “...Ow.”

“Hey, man,” Ojiro started, sounding like he was making a valiant attempt to hold back his laughter, “how much have you had to drink?”

Kageyama blinked slowly at Ojiro, visibly processing the question before silently raising three fingers. “M’not drunk,” he managed to mumble, “just…tipsy.”

“Alright, if you’re sure. How much more are you going to drink?”

Kageyama shrugged.

“You get one more beer,” Shoyo answered instead, raising a single, stubborn finger up to Kageyama’s face and grinning when his boyfriend nearly went cross-eyed trying to look at it. “One more! And that’s it!”

“Dumbass, you’re not my mom,” Kageyama grumbled, pushing away his finger with a frown that Shoyo easily recognized as his embarrassed grimace.

Shoyo, for his part, allowed himself to add one more shot to his tally of one beer and two shots. He was good about slowly nursing his beer, but he could never put up a good fight when Bokuto and Atsumu offered him shots of shochu. By the time the team finally cleared out of the izakaya, a flush was warming his face and he was laughing a little louder than usual. Kageyama, on the other hand, had gone basically silent, and was swaying like a tree in a non-existent breeze.

Loud laughter echoed in the night air when Atsumu pulled Shoyo into a hug, covering his quiet, “Sure you’ll be okay getting him back?”

“Yes, Tsumu-san,” Shoyo laughed with a reassuring pat on his back. “This isn’t my first time dealing with him drunk.”

“You’ll have to tell me that story later,” Atsumu chuckled before pulling away. “Be careful, Tobio-kun!” he said, whacking Kageyama on the shoulder and grinning when his fellow setter stumbled from the force. “I’ll never forgive ya if you squish my favorite spiker!”

Kageyama finally looked halfway alert when he frowned at Atsumu and grumbled, “He’s my spiker.” The quiet words were quickly overwhelmed by Bokuto and Hoshiumi’s affronted gasps at Atsumu’s declaration, but Shoyo heard him loud and clear, grinning wide as Kageyama dodged his gaze with scarlet ears.

He waited for the rest of the team to disperse before whispering, “Can you walk?”

“Yeah!” Kageyama answered a little too loudly. “Of course I can!”

They made it all of four blocks before Shoyo threw up his hands. “Alright, that’s it!” He crouched in front of Kageyama. “Climb on.”

He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know his boyfriend was blinking down at him with a confused frown. “...What?”

“Climb on! I’ll piggyback you home.”

“Dumbass, you can’t carry me!”

“Yes, I can! Come on!”

“I’m gonna squish you!”

“Then squish me! At least we can get home faster!”

“M’not that slow.”

Shoyo scowled at the sidewalk when his back remained weight-free. “What’s wrong, Yama?” he suddenly cooed, inspiration striking just in time. “Scared I’ll carry you further than you can carry me?”

“M’not scared!”

“Then prove it!”

For a moment, all he heard was inscrutable mumbling. Then, all at once, the weight of a soon-to-be two-time Olympic athlete fell onto his back. Compared to his slouchy weight in the izakaya, Kageyama now felt like the weight of the world falling onto Atlas’s shoulders. Or, well, Shoyo’s.

“Woah, Tobi, the hell!”

“What?! You said get on!”

“Yeah, like a human, not like a sack of rice! Nearly broke my knees.”

“Whiny dumbass.” The mutter accompanied a shifting of Kageyama’s weight on his back, and Shoyo quickly tightened his hold around his thighs before he could try to stand back up. “Lemme go.”

“Nope!” With that, Shoyo began the slow, painstaking process of getting to his feet under more than twice his usual weight. “Why’re you so heavy?!”

“Lemme go or quit whining.”

“I can carry you and whine at the same time, Drunk-yama,” Shoyo snorted. Naturally, out of everything that night, bickering was when Kageyama sounded more sober than he had all evening. “Just don’t puke on me.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Tobio!”

Unflattering snorts practically echoed in Shoyo’s left ear as a chin hooked over his shoulder. He didn’t flinch, not wanting to make Kageyama straighten up. Despite his aching body, he couldn’t help smiling at the brush of Kageyama’s nose at his cheek and his breaths ruffling his hair.

Somehow, through a sheer stubborn need to prove himself and the soft love spreading through him at Kageyama’s sleepy, drunken, snuffling breaths, Shoyo managed to reach the front stairs to their apartment building. He stared at the four measly steps up, felt the burning shake of his legs, and grunted, “Yama, get down.”

Nothing.

“Tobio!” Shoyo gathered every last bit of his strength to bounce the setter. “On your feet, c’mon!”

He heard a snort, a confused grumble, then, blessedly, all that Olympic weight slid off his back. His legs shuddered beneath him, longing to give out and let him crumple to the ground, but first: “Alright, let’s go inside.”

“No.”

Shoyo’s step forward was cut short by Kageyama tugging back on his hand. “What do you mean, no?”

“Kiss me first.”

Shoyo turned and gaped at his boyfriend, who frowned at him with a furrow to his brow that would have been frightening to anyone else, but that Shoyo recognized as being the equivalent to a childish pout. “Why?! We’re still outside!”

“Don’t care.” Kageyama took one unsteady step forward and rested his forehead on Shoyo’s. “R’you…mad at me? F’r getting drunk?”

“What? No! When have I gotten mad at you for something like that?”

“Then kiss me.”

“Tobiiiiii. What if someone sees us?”

“Say it’s my fault. M’drunk.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Kageyama just grunted and nudged his nose against Shoyo’s. The pressure was just ticklish enough to make Shoyo break into a soft giggle. “If I kiss you, will you go inside?”

“Mm.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine. Kiss me.”

There was a beat, then Kageyama pulled away to pin Shoyo under a confused pout. “Wha?”

“I already hauled your drunk ass home! You gotta at least work for the kiss!”

Those sweet pink lips twisted, but Kageyama couldn’t argue. So he cupped Shoyo’s face in big, clumsy hands, and haphazardly teetered forward until their lips bumped each other. It reminded Shoyo of their first awkward, mismatched kiss, and when he helped fit their lips together, his were stretched into a grin.

“Quit smiling,” Kageyama mumbled into the kiss.

“I can’t! You’re too cute!”

Kageyama grumbled, but he didn’t nip at Shoyo’s lips nor try to kiss him again. He just let his head fall forward onto Shoyo’s shoulder. “Dumbass.”

“Uh-huh. Dumbass that got you home! C’mon.” Shoyo manhandled Kageyama’s arm around his shoulders and began leading him inside.

“Sho.”

“What?” Shoyo didn’t bother holding back his laughter. It wasn’t like Kageyama would remember it enough to be upset by it.

“Shtop…stop laughiiiiing.” Kageyama somehow slumped even more onto Shoyo’s shoulders. Shoyo was strong, of course he was, he couldn’t be a professional athlete if he wasn’t. But even he had his limits, and walking while carrying most of the weight of his co-athlete, very drunk, very off-balance boyfriend was threatening to step over that line.

“God, I love you so much, you lightweight idiot,” Shoyo sighed. “Are you sure you only had beer? Did Atsumu-san sneak you a shot?”

“No! No liquor! Only beer!”

“You’re like this after four beers? How did you survive Italy?!”

“They’re not…alcolics…like”—he stumbled over the edge of the elevator, and Shoyo barely managed to keep him on his feet—“like bajilics.”

“Like what?”

“Bajilics,” Kageyama repeated, sounding more certain and like he thought Shoyo was an idiot for not understanding.

“...Oh my god, do you mean Brazilians?”

“S’what I said.”

“Of course, so sorry.”

Kageyama grunted, lapsing into silence as he squished his cheek against Shoyo’s hair. “...Sho.”

This time Shoyo took care to choke back his laugh. Somehow, in the space between the izakaya and their building, the last bit of alcohol had been soaked up by Kageyama’s body and made him cross the line between sleepy silence and drunken chatter. He was only ever like this when drunk and alone with Shoyo, which wasn’t often. Truthfully, Shoyo still wasn’t used to it. “Yes, Yama?”

“I think…I drank too much.”

“Really?” Shoyo gasped. “Where’d you get an idea like that?”

He swore he could feel Kageyama’s frown pressed to his hair. “Shut up.” There was a deep sigh, a beat of silence, and then a mumbled, “Smell good.”

“What does?”

“You, dumbass.”

His cheeks grew warm. “Trying to seduce me, Tobi?”

“No,” Kageyama snorted. “If I wanted to seduce you, I’d just suck your—”

Ding!

The elevator chimed just as Shoyo slapped a hand over Kageyama’s mouth. “God, Yama, public!!”

He could feel Kageyama smile against his palm. It was the only warning he got before he was jerking his hand back from a wide lick. “Gross!”

“Gotcha,” Kageyama mumbled, immediately falling back over Shoyo’s shoulders. “M’tired.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get you home.”

In hindsight, Shoyo wasn’t sure how he did it. He got Kageyama home, managed to get him to wash up as well as he could and have a bite to eat with a glass of water, then got him tucked into bed. It was hard, and annoying, and more than once Shoyo wanted to squish his cheeks until some sense was forced back into his head.

But then he looked down at Kageyama, at his sleepy blue eyes peering over his covers, and he thought his heart might burst from all the love pressing at its walls. “Good night, Tobio,” he murmured, dipping down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll check on you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

He straightened up, ready to leave for his own apartment…only to be brought up short by strong fingers in his sleeve. “Stay.” The word was muffled, filtering through the thick covers obscuring Kageyama’s face.

“Tobio?”

“Stay with me. Then you…c’n check easier.”

Yeah, Shoyo’s heart was definitely going to burst by morning. “Uwah,” he gushed, letting a smitten smile pull at his lips. “You get really smart when you’re drunk!”

The fingers in his hoodie slipped away to the sound of a halfhearted growl. “Never mind. Go away.”

“Nope!”

Shoyo washed up and crawled into bed in record time, but he still couldn’t make it before Kageyama had dozed off. “You okay, Tobi?” he whispered, just in case.

“Mm.” Kageyama turned towards him and burrowed into his chest, silky black strands tickling at his chin. Strong arms wrapped tight around him, essentially locking Shoyo into bed.

“Good night,” he murmured again, laughter coloring his words.

“Mmf.”

“Love you, Tobi.”

He didn’t get an answer. But he did hear a content sigh, then the softest, snuffling little snores he ever did hear. When he fell asleep, it was with his nose buried into Kageyama’s hair and his arms holding him close like a teddy bear, the warmest, strongest, snuggliest teddy bear in the world.

And all his. Just his.

***

Shoyo was already used to being the first one up when they were both sober, so he wasn’t surprised to wake up and find Kageyama still asleep with a furrow in his brow the next morning. He was surprised to still be wrapped so tightly in his arms—usually they drifted apart at some point in the night, keeping at least a hand or arm on top of each other like an anchor. He wasn’t sure how to untangle himself without waking Kageyama up.

So, he didn’t.

“Yama,” he whispered.

“Mm.”

“Tobioooooo.”

“Mmfwhat?”

“Wake up.”

To his surprise, Kageyama actually obeyed, extracting his face from Shoyo’s chest and slowly blinking his eyes open…and immediately burrowing back in with a groan. “Too bright.”

“It’s not too bright,” Shoyo laughed. “You’re just hungover.”

“‘N you’re too loud.”

“Sorryyyy.” Shoyo lowered his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “Is this better?”

“You’re teasing me.”

“Am I?”

Kageyama pulled away again, this time to narrow his eyes at Shoyo. “...Dumbass.”

“Be nice to me, or I won’t make breakfast.”

Kageyama groaned and rolled away, stuffing his face into his pillow. “Don’t wanna eat. What if I throw it up?”

“I’ll bring you some water, Your Highness, then you should be okay to eat,” Shoyo snorted as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

A foot suddenly planted itself in the small of his back and pushed him off the bed with a firm shove, forcing him to stumble to his feet. “Hey!”

“Go make breakfast.”

“Jerk,” Shoyo muttered under his breath. He pulled his phone from its charger and shuffled to the kitchen, putting the kettle on to boil while he checked his notifications.

That’s when he saw it.

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 hey man, bokkun and i kinda…followed u n tobio last night just to make sure u were actually okay to carry him! and…we saw this [photo attached]

Shoyo’s stomach dropped to his feet when he opened the image and squinted at it. It was blurry and taken from a distance with terrible zoom, but there was no mistaking his orange hair, and that was their apartment building, and he was definitely kissing a tall figure with dark hair and a black Olympics hoodie. “...Shit.”

They knew. Atsumu and Bokuto knew. They followed them last night and watched Shoyo kiss Kageyama to coax him over the threshold. The one time, the one time he indulged the chance to kiss in public, and this happened.

His fingers tightened around his phone. He nursed the irrational desire to squeeze it until it broke, but he didn’t have the money for a new phone. Besides, there were more texts from Atsumu to read.

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 we’re not gonna tell any1 ofc and i deleted the photo after sending it to u just wanted to let u what we saw since u 2 probs wanted to keep ur rs a secret idk y tho the team would understand bokkun already cant shut up bout akaashi-san

Shoyo’s stomach slowly rose back to its rightful place, only to curdle with guilt. The messages had Atsumu’s patent sense of showy apathy, but Shoyo knew him too well. He could read the hurt he felt over not being trusted.

Because he was right, at least a little. The team would understand. Never mind Bokuto and Akaashi’s marriage. Most of the team had known each other for years, down to each other’s sexualities and dating histories. They already knew Shoyo was bi and Kageyama was gay. Their relationship would barely clock as a surprise to any of them.

But telling a whole team, even a team they knew so well, felt so…public. So real. So close to being revealed to the whole world, especially considering they were an Olympic team. Keeping their relationship under wraps from the team had just been a habit to Shoyo and Kageyama. They had kept this secret for long enough that being up front about it never even occurred to either of them.

Now the consequences of that unspoken decision was glaring up at Shoyo from his phone.

What should he say? What could he say? Any apologies felt hollow, and as guilty as Shoyo felt for making Atsumu feel untrusted, he didn’t think of the reason as a mistake that needed complete rectification.

He stared at the messages and the photo for another few breaths before finally bringing his fingers to the screen.

From: me morning Atsumu-san! ah…I didn’t realize anyone was following us 😅 thanks for letting me know and for not sharing the photo with the rest of the team I promise keeping our relationship a secret from the team wasn’t anything personal! just...force of habit really I’m okay with you and Bokuto-san knowing and I’ll let Tobio know what happened but could you guys not tell anyone else? at least not yet?

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 hey dude, no worries, i get it but uh about not telling the rest of the team have u opened twitter today?

From: me ? no why?

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 remember those publicity photos from practice a few weeks back? they got published today and the photos of u and tobio r REAL popular rn

At any other time, that would have been good news, if only because Shoyo could enjoy Kageyama’s pleased embarrassment over so many people seeing his photos. But just then, in the context of the already-scary conversation he was having with Atsumu, Shoyo could only feel a heavy dread settle on his shoulders.

He closed out of his messages and opened Twitter. He didn’t even need to scroll. There, at the top of his timeline, was a tweet with photos of the volleyball team from the Olympic account, as well as a thread of individual photos from the JVA account. The photos of the full team made a tiny smile rise to Shoyo’s lips despite everything: out of the four in the post, two were of the team in action, and two featured them bantering during a break. Shoyo’s favorite showed him and Kageyama standing next to the bench, fresh off the court and chatting with Hoshiumi, Ushijima, and Bokuto, all of whom were seated and relaxed. Even Ushijima had a slight curve to his lips and a glint in his olive eyes.

Shoyo couldn’t linger too long on the Olympic tweet. Whatever Atsumu was referring to must have been in the individual shots from the JVA. So Shoyo scrolled through the thread, occasionally pausing to appreciate a good action shot, before he finally reached the tweet with Kageyama’s solo photos.

They weren’t all solo photos. In fact, two of them also featured Shoyo, which should have been the first sign of danger. In one of the actual solo photos, Kageyama was pulling his collar to his chin, revealing a hint of his chiseled, sweaty abs, and in the other, he was throwing the ball up to serve.

Then Shoyo swiped to the third photo. In it, he was soaring through the air, and Kageyama was floating next to him, tossing the ball into a perfect arc, right to Shoyo’s hand. He could practically feel the ghost of the ball hitting his palm to slam into the court. The fourth photo showed him jumping again, this time to slap a high five to Kageyama’s offered hands.

The tweet with his own individual photos were fairly similar: a resting shot, a solo action shot, an action shot with Kageyama, and a resting shot with Kageyama.

Sure, it might have been strange for them to be the only ones to share photos in the thread, but the world already knew them as the “freak duo.” It shouldn’t be surprising to see them featured together.

From: me idgi what’s wrong w the photos?

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 zoom in on them

Frowning, Shoyo obeyed, first zooming in on Kageyama’s solo shots. For a moment, he was distracted by the detailed close-up of his boyfriend’s perfect physique, as though he didn’t already get to enjoy it up close and personal every night.

Then he saw them.

There, just above Kageyama’s waistband, were two, barely-there bruises. Bruises that Shoyo knew were his fault.

Once he saw the first ones, he saw them everywhere. Kageyama sported bruises on above his waistband, along his collarbones, over his pulse point, and, most incriminating of all, between his thighs, right where Shoyo’s hips hit when he fucked Kageyama hard and ruthless.

Shit.

Shit.

Bruises were common in volleyball. Hell, they were common in any sport, but especially in volleyball, where collisions with fast-moving balls and hard gym floors were the name of the game. But those bruises were on knees and elbows, maybe the insides of forearms or outsides of thighs. They weren’t in the most intimate places on a person, places where the only marks that could be found there were almost always made on purpose.

The bruises on Kageyama could not have been more clearly from sex. No wonder people were talking about his photos—who wouldn’t be tantalized by a glimpse at a sexy setter’s intimate life?

The bruises were a little risque, sure, but no cause for scandal. No, the problems came with the photos of Shoyo, and his bruises. Because he had them. A lot of them. They marred his arms, his throat, his thighs, and if he really squinted, he could just the slightest glimpse of the red scratches Kageyama had left on his back peeking above the collar of his jersey.

From: me oh shoot do u really think ppl will think we gave those to each other? we’re all adults! we do adult things!!

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 sho-kun buddy do u think tobio of all ppl usually gets marks like that?

From: me he better not!! >:(

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 …wrong q thats on me look tobio and i were on the vleague a few years longer than u ive had my fair share of scandals bc of marks being visible hickeys n stuff we all do even bokkun from akaashi-san but still but tobio didnt he never had a single scandal for dating or sex or anything then u joined the vleague and whaddaya know ushiwaka-kun texted omi bc he was worried about tobio being more bruised up than usual

From: me oh my god I'm so sorry!!

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 dont apologize i thought it was hilarious thats not the point the point is that you also had marks but somehow none of us really connected the dots until jnt practices started and wouldja look at that you *both* were looking like old apples w all them bruises tbh i suspected something a while ago but i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable then last night happened and…yeah

From: me …yeah shit Atsumu-san what do we do??

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 well 1st dont panic besides the team i dont think any1 noticed anything yeah the fans are losing their minds but thats just them being horny i dont think any1 will suspect u gave those 2 each other at least not 4 a while but i think coach will want u guys to figure out what 2 do if or when ppl get suspicious so just…brace urself ig we’re on ur side either way! 😤

From: me ok ok thanks Atsumu-san srsly this means a lot

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 ofc man lemme know if i can do anything else k?

From: me I will thank you! I’m gonna wake up Tobi and let him know what happened we’ll see you at practice!

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 tobi? tobi??

From: me …um don’t tell him I told you that

From: Atsumu-san!🏐🐺 nope too late u owe me this see u l8r

Despite the panic swirling through him, Shoyo couldn’t help scoffing a little at Atsumu’s messages. Sometimes, the setter still texted like he was using a number pad and not a proper keyboard. Dork.

His smile slid off his face when he opened the pictures once again. The photos that had been a sweet tribute to his partnership on the court with Kageyama now looked like terrible evidence, a perfect chance to compare their bruises and see where they could potentially fit together like puzzle pieces.

Shoyo wasn’t ashamed of his relationship with Kageyama. Quite the opposite, really: he wanted to shout and brag about their love from every rooftop of every building in Tokyo. But it was because they loved each other so much that they kept a tight lid on things. What they had was too precious, too hard-earned, to let others cast judgment on it. They already had enough of that from every other aspect of their careers and public lives.

Now, though…if they didn’t have a choice…then Shoyo would much rather reveal everything on their own terms. But that wasn’t a choice he could make on his own.

The kettle suddenly began whistling, jolting Shoyo out of his thoughts and forcing him to hurry and remove it from the stove. The damage was done—his ears were ringing from the noise, which meant he’d be getting a very grumpy companion, any moment now.

“Sho, what the hell?”

He flinched and turned to offer a grimace to Kageyama, who stood shirtless, rumpled, and adorably bleary-eyed at the entrance to the kitchen. “Sorry, I just…was distracted.”

“By what?” Kageyama was still grumpy, but when Shoyo turned towards the counter to begin making some tea, he was immediately surrounded by warm arms, with a sharp chin nestling into his shoulder.

“Um…” To his horror, Shoyo’s voice caught in his throat and his eyes burned with tears. Having Kageyama with him, a tangible reminder of what was at stake, made the threat of…of everything finally sink in.

“Sho?”

“I’m okay, just…” With their tea ready to steep, he turned in Kageyama’s arms and held him around the waist, burrowing his face into his chest. “We…we need to talk.”

“About what?”

Shoyo’s throat ached more from the wary tone of Kageyama’s words. “Something…something happened.”

***

They arrived at practice early, and their coach took all of one look at them before sighing with a small, sad, understanding smile. “So…you guys know.”

“Yeah,” Shoyo murmured, squeezing at Kageyama’s trembling fingers. “We know.”

“Well, then…you two aren’t opposed to staying after practice to meet with the PR manager, are you?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. Then go ahead and warm up.”

Practice was awkward. Not because of their playing—they were both determined to not let this mess affect anything on the court—but because of the worry emanating from all of their teammates, even Ushijima. Every time Shoyo was off of the court, whoever was with him murmured a check in of some sort.

“Are you guys okay?”

“What’s going on?”

“We’re here for you, man.”

It was sweet. A relief, really.

It also made Shoyo want to crawl out of his skin.

For the first time in his life, he was relieved when practice ended, because it meant that he could escape the stifling concern of the team and finally do something. Kageyama, on the other hand…

“Hey.” Shoyo grabbed his hand, a small part of him thrilled at being able to do so without looking around. “Breathe.”

Kageyama obeyed, and thankfully looked a little less green. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, stupid,” Shoyo laughed softly. “I’m scared, too.”

“Yeah, but…you’re supposed to be the anxious one.”

“Hey!” A small smile nudged at Kageyama’s lips and made some relief wash over Shoyo, even as he frowned up at him. “Doesn’t feel so nice, does it?”

“I’ve literally never said it does, the hell?”

“Yeah, but you used to get all annoyed about it!”

“In first year! That was almost ten years ago, are you kidding me?”

Shoyo stuck his tongue out, only to squawk when Kageyama pinched his nose. “Ow, Yama!”

“That’s what you get, dumb—”

“Um.” They froze mid-scuffle, and looked towards the locker room entrance to see their coach staring at them with a bemused grin. “Sorry to interrupt, but…shall we get this meeting started?”

Their hands fell away from each other as they both offered sheepish bows. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

The crux of the issue, they were told, was the opening ceremonies looming in the very near future. It would be one thing if the threat of their relationship being revealed could be mostly contained within Japan. But with the Olympics happening in a matter of days, any big news about any member of any Olympic team would inevitably be reported on an international level.

“I don’t tell you this to try to encourage you one way or another in how you want to deal with this,” the team’s PR manager assured them. “But it is something important to keep in mind. Do you understand?”

Both men nodded.

“Good. Well then…now that you have some options…how would you like to move forward with this?”

Shoyo chewed at his lips, eyes flickering from the PR manager, to their coach, to Kageyama at his side. Their gazes met, and Kageyama silently reached towards Shoyo’s lap and took one of his hands with a squeeze. That decided it.

“Don’t…confirm or deny anything. Not yet. We…we have an idea.”

“An idea?” Eyebrows raised. “Can we…know this idea?”

They could. So the couple told them.

Their coach let out a low whistle. “That…is a hell of a risk.”

“Yes,” Kageyama answered simply. “We know, sir.”

“You two are certain about this?”

“We’re certain about each other.” Kageyama’s fingers tightened around Shoyo’s. “So yes. We’re certain about this.”

Shoyo still couldn’t believe how much love could fit in his heart for the man at his side. He dragged his eyes away from him to look at their coach, whose brows were creased in fond exasperation, and the team PR manager, who looked five seconds away from happy tears.

“Alright,” their PR manager sighed. “Well…I guess I’ll see you all at the Olympics, then.”

“Enjoy these last few days of peace, you two,” their coach said with a soft chuckle. “I get the feeling you won’t be having any peace for a while after the games.”

Uneasiness churned in Shoyo’s stomach. “Thank you, sir…you, too.”

“Oh, one last thing.” The couple paused in getting to their feet. “Tell the rest of the team before you see this plan through, alright? This won’t just be affecting you two.”

It was obvious, even something that they had discussed before. But hearing it from an outside party made the reality of it crash into Shoyo, and his quickening breaths reduced him to silence as he stared at their coach and PR manager.

“Yes, sir,” he distantly heard Kageyama answer. “We’ve already started. Have a good weekend.”

Shoyo let himself be tugged out of the gym and onto the sidewalk, where Kageyama grabbed his shoulders to spin him towards him. “Hey. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Shoyo tried to say, wincing when his words came out breathlessly. “I just…it’s a big change. And…the others…we…”

Complete sentences were beyond him, but the solemnity of Kageyama's handsome features told him he understood. “We don’t have to do this,” he murmured, sliding his hands down from Shoyo’s shoulders to squeeze his arms. “We can…we can deny everything, say something about how our competition just…riles us up, and that’s why we have more hookups after our games together. They’ve been reporting on our competitiveness with each other for years, it wouldn’t be that unbelievable.”

He was right. Shoyo knew he was right. But hiding their relationship was one thing. The thought of actively denying it made bile rise in his throat. He couldn’t do that, wouldn’t do that, and the tension around Kageyama’s eyes told him that his partner also hated the idea. “No,” he said firmly. “It’s like you said: we’re certain about each other. The attention will suck for a little bit, but you’re worth it, Tobi. I’m not going to lie about how much I love you.”

From his first “no,” the tension around Kageyama’s eyes melted into a bittersweet mix of nerves, relief, and certainty. “I’m going to kiss the hell out of you when we get home.”

“Just kiss?”

Shoyo’s sweet smile broke into a surprised yelp when Kageyama pinched his nose. “Don’t be greedy. C’mon, let’s go home.”

***

The Olympics Opening Ceremony and the days leading up to it were everything Shoyo could have dreamed and more. They were a whirlwind of settling into their dorms in the Olympic village, some practices on the Olympic courts, milling around and meeting fellow Olympians from around the world and every sport, all culminating in the Parade of Nations.

“Tobio,” he whispered when Japan wrapped up the parade and took their places on the stadium floor.

“Yeah?”

“We did it. We’re on the world stage.” He looked up at his partner in volleyball, in love, in life, and smiled through his tears. It didn’t matter that Kageyama had already done this once before—this was the first time they were here together, and Shoyo felt like he could float away on the bubble of sheer joy at finally fulfilling the vow he’d made as a small, scrappy, stubborn 16-year-old.

He could see the same realization and joy in Kageyama’s shining eyes, before he was being pulled into a tight embrace. It was safe, something that could look like a happy, platonic hug between teammates, but Shoyo knew better. He shuddered when he felt lips brush his ear and whisper, “I’m so fucking proud of you. You have no idea how much better this feels with you here.”

“Show-off,” Shoyo laughed, burying his face into Kageyama’s shoulder. “...Me, too. I’m proud of us.”

Everything in him screamed to forget the plan and kiss Kageyama right there. It was a miracle that he managed to contain himself until the door to their shared dorm room closed behind them, mere seconds before he pressed Kageyama to it and finally, finally pressed their lips together. “Hey, Yama,” he whispered between smacking kisses.

“Don’t. I already know what you’re going to say.”

“Wanna see if these beds are really sex-proof?”

“What did I just say?” Kageyama pushed him away, letting Shoyo get a good look at his exasperated frown and soft eyes. “Our first match is tomorrow, we can’t be sore from fucking.”

“Geez, I thought we could be more romantic,” Shoyo sniffed. “You won’t be sore from love-making.”

“Who said I’ll be the sore one?”

Anticipation zipped up Shoyo’s spine and had him hastily dropping his clothes to the floor as though they weren’t a once-in-a-lifetime Olympics blazer and pants. “Hurry up, then! We gotta get a good night’s sleep!”

“Don’t pretend to be responsible now.” The nag was the last thing Kageyama said before he pushed Shoyo to one of the cardboard beds and crawled between his legs.

Neither of them said much more after that. They were too busy unraveling each other to gasps and moans muffled against sweaty skin.

(Later, when Kageyama’s softening cock slipped out of Shoyo and freed him to slide off of the setter’s hips, the small bedspace still kept him half on top of him, one leg hooked across his cum-splattered abs.

“So? Are you sore?”

“Nope! Wanna change that?”

“Quit fucking around or I won’t toss to you tomorrow.”

“Yama! What kind of partner are you?!”

“A responsible one. Get off me, we need to clean up.”)

***

They lost to Argentina in their first game, a blow that stung less only when Shoyo stumbled across Oikawa sobbing in Iwaizumi’s arms by Team Japan’s locker rooms.

“You did it,” he could just barely hear Iwaizumi murmur.

“I did it,” Oikawa echoed with a tearful laugh. “I beat them, Iwa. I beat all of you.”

“Yeah…I’m proud of you, Shitty-kawa.”

“Oh, come on! I beat your team at the Olympics and you still can’t be nice?!”

“I said I’m proud of you. Take it or leave it.”

It would have sounded like their standard bickering if Shoyo didn’t know both of them well enough to recognize the tender adoration in their voices. When he returned to the locker room, Kageyama pinned him under a suspicious frown. “Why’re you smiling? We lost.”

“I know. So we’ll just have to beat France!”

A quiet laugh rippled through the team, chipping away at the heavy weight of disappointment hanging over them. “Sure, we’ll just go ahead and do that,” Hoshiumi snorted.

“We can!” Shoyo insisted. “Come on, guys, it’s not over yet! We’ve got more volleyball to play! As long as we don’t fall out of the running completely, we’ll keep playing! Isn’t that what matters most?”

“That’s the spirit, Hinata!” Bokuto cheered, slinging a heavy arm over Shoyo’s shoulders. “I’d expect nothing less from my greatest pupil!”

“Bokkun, it’s been almost ten years,” Atsumu groaned with a badly-hidden smirk. “Can you drop the whole ‘teacher-pupil’ thing?”

“Never! The bond between mentor and mentee is unbreakable! Right, Hinata?”

“Right, Bokuto-san!”

“Tobio-kun, are ya gonna let this stand? Bokkun’s takin’ more credit for Shoyo’s growth than you!”

Kageyama blinked, expression bland. “I’m not his teacher. I’m his partner.”

“Jesus, forget I said anythin’.”

“Already done.”

“Omi!”

Just like that, the sullen atmosphere shifted into something a little sweeter, more hopeful, and by the time their match against France rolled around, they were newly determined to settle for nothing less than a total victory. “Are you ready?” Kageyama murmured before they made their entrance to the court. The intensity in his eyes told Shoyo he wasn’t just talking about the match.

Shoyo gently rocked into his side with a smile and a chipper, “Of course! With you, I’m invincible!”

“Invincible,” Kageyama repeated with a smile so slight, Shoyo would have missed it if they didn’t know each other so completely.

***

The ball seemed to move in crystal-clear slow motion, sailing over the net to bounce off of Yaku’s arms in a perfect arc to Kageyama. Around him, Shoyo could see Bokuto, Ojiro, and Hoshiumi run for a synchronized attack, and his legs moved to let him perfectly blend in with his teammates.

He watched the ball meet Kageyama’s fingers just as he poured all the power he had left in him to jump as high as possible. There, at the peak of his jump, the ball appeared before him, and in that perfect split-second of suspension in the air, he found his target on the other side of the net.

His hand hit the ball with a delicious sting, and as he fell to the ground, the ball sped towards France’s libero, only to deflect from his arms and fly out-of-bounds. The wing spikers couldn’t move fast enough—the ball landed, with a thrilling slap against the court floors, just outside of the boundary lines.

Silence reigned over the stadium for a breath, only cracking open with two shrill whistles that sounded like the sweetest sirensong to Shoyo’s ears.

They did it. They won.

Noise exploded through the stadium. Shoyo’s ears rang from the screams and cheers of his teammates, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter. All that mattered were the blue eyes finding his, and the breathtaking smile spreading below them.

His legs felt like they might give out from under him, but he pushed himself forward, barely aware of the tears falling to his cheeks. He was too focused on taking hold of Kageyama’s cheeks and pulling him down.

Later on, he would remember it all in parts: the sweet taste of Kageyama’s lips parting against his, the familiar comfort of his arms wrapping around his waist, the pressure of his hands pressing against Shoyo’s spine to bring him impossibly closer. Then there were the renewed screams of their teammates, this time in celebration of their announcement.

Because it was an announcement. With that single kiss on the world stage, they were finally breaking open the secrecy of their relationship and proudly baring their hearts to the entire world. Maybe it should’ve been terrifying, but in that moment, Shoyo only felt peace and love and joy, pure, unadulterated joy, overflowing in tears that flowed faster when his ears caught a soft whisper beneath the screams surrounding him.

“I love you.”

***

For the second night in a row, Shoyo and Kageyama entered their dorm room mid-makeout, only closing the door behind them so Shoyo could press Kageyama against it. “Yama,” he breathed, sucking kisses down his neck and soaking in the sounds of his shameless moans. “Tobio, what do you want? Tell me what to do for you.”

“What do you want?”

“Anything you want.”

“Dumbass, that’s not— ah, that’s not an answer— mmh!”

“I asked first.”

Before Kageyama could snap anything back, Shoyo slid his thigh between his legs, pulling the setter’s hips down until he was moaning from the pressure against the tent in his pants. “Fuck, Sho—!”

“Answer me, Tobio.”

Kageyama’s eyes fluttered open, and whatever he saw on Shoyo’s face made him bite his lip with a whimper. “Fuck me,” he gasped when Shoyo pressed his leg up.

“Yeah?” Shoyo murmured, leaning in to ghost their lips together. “Want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you until you’re begging?”

Challenge glinted in those hazy blue eyes. “Make me,” Kageyama grunted. “Make me beg, Sho.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

With a growl, Kageyama took his lips in a hungry kiss, rutting against Shoyo’s thigh despite what he’d just asked for. Shoyo could’ve sworn he could feel the heat building between Kageyama’s legs in time with the increasing hardness trapped in his jeans. “Tobio…shit, Tobio…”

Kageyama just hummed into the kisses, whimpering when Shoyo’s hands wandered under his shirt, sliding higher and higher until he could pinch at his nipples. “Let me see,” Shoyo whispered, “c’mon, Tobi, lemme see you.”

Despite his grunt of protest, Kageyama obeyed, nearly tearing fabric in his haste to rip his shirt off and bare his beautiful chest to Shoyo. He wasted no time diving in, sucking a nipple into his mouth to the sweet tune of Kageyama’s keening whines. They had showered before the celebratory team dinner, but the summer heat made sweat sting on Shoyo’s tastebuds, sharpening the delicious taste of Kageyama, Kageyama, nothing but Kageyama.

He wanted to eat him whole, wanted to drag his lips and tongue and teeth across every lightly-tanned inch of his perfect body. But for now, he was satisfied with gripping at Kageyama’s trim waist and stopping him from curving his plush chest away from his lips. He didn’t pull away until he heard his moans pick up in pitch and eventually break into a desperate, “Sho, Sho, m’close, fuck— wait, no—”

Shoyo ignored his pleas, sliding his thigh away and pinning Kageyama’s hips to the door. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to his gasping lips. “Wait for me, hm?”

He didn’t let go of Kageyama’s hips until they stopped twitching forward in search of more friction. Only then did Kageyama wilt in his hands, letting his forehead rest against Shoyo’s as he nodded. “Okay?” Shoyo asked.

“I won’t be if you don’t hurry up.”

Shoyo snickered, unabashed under Kageyama’s pout. “That’s a yes. C’mon, get naked and show me how you want me to fuck you.”

He could feel a shudder run through Kageyama’s body before he was being pushed away. He obeyed the gentle nudge, letting his hands fall away from Kageyama and watching shamelessly as he shoved his pants and socks off and climbed onto his bed. Arousal made his breath stop when Kageyama held himself up on his hands and knees and looked over his shoulder with an impatient frown. “Why’re you still not naked?”

“God, you’re hot,” Shoyo huffed, stripping himself and grabbing a condom and some lube. “Why’re you so hot when you’re bossy?”

“I’m not bossy,” Kageyama grunted, failing to look away before Shoyo caught a glimpse of his flushed cheeks. “And I dunno why you think weird things are hot.”

“Calling yourself weird, Yama?”

“No. I’m calling you weird.”

Shoyo snickered as he joined Kageyama on the bed, letting his cock nudge against the perfect swell of his ass. “Yeah, and you’re into me,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to his spine and relishing the soft whimper he earned. “So what’s that make you?”

“An idiot. Hurry up.”

“Aw, does it hurt?” Shoyo cooed in false sympathy. He slicked up one hand, but instead of tracing circles around Kageyama’s puckered hole, he reached around and took hold of his straining cock.

“Fuck!” Kageyama cried, head lolling between his shaking arms. “Sho, please—”

“Begging already? That’s not good.”

“Shut up, I’m— hah, I’m gonna— no, come on—!”

“Not yet,” Shoyo insisted, letting go just as he felt Kageyama’s cock harden that last tell-tale bit. “Shhh, Tobi, the others will hear you whining for me.”

“Fuck you,” Kageyama bit out.

“Nah, not tonight.” Shoyo snickered as he dodged the half-hearted swat Kageyama barely managed before he had to support himself on both hands again. “Okay, okay, here.” He slid his slippery hand between Kageyama’s legs, letting his slick touch trail along the curve of his tight balls and through the hot, tight space up to his puckered rim. Kageyama tensed beneath him as soon as he began drawing cold circles over his hole, and Shoyo brushed a kiss under his ear before slowly pressing in. “Relax, Tobi,” he whispered, grinning when he felt him obey. “Good boy.”

Kageyama just whimpered wordlessly, trembling when Shoyo’s finger slid home. “Is this good?” Shoyo asked quietly.

“Mm…yeah,” Kageyama groaned, slowly rocking his hips into the slight intrusion. “Yeah,” he repeated with a pleased sigh, “yeah, gimme more.”

“Yessir.” With that purr, Shoyo carefully slid out his finger to the last digit, before sliding it back in with a second finger. He pressed kisses along Kageyama’s shoulders and the back of his neck as he carefully stretched him out, following the sound of his gasps and moans. Yes, he knew exactly how Kageyama liked to be stretched out, but that didn’t mean he stopped relishing the way his name sounded when he finally curved three fingers into his prostate. “Sho—!”

“Good?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, it’s good!”

“Good.” He was more urgent than usual as he worked his fingers in and out and spread them wide, his own arousal burning through him at the sight of Kageyama trying to fuck himself on his fingers. “Shit, Tobio, I thought you wanted to come on my cock, not my fingers.”

“I do, hurry up!”

“Ask me nicely,” Shoyo huffed, as though he weren’t already slipping his fingers out and sliding the condom down his aching dick.

“Fuck me, Sho, c’mon, fill me up.”

Oh…that wasn’t quite what Shoyo had in mind, but damn, if he didn’t care.

He slid home to the sweet harmony of them moaning together. He tried, truly tried to hold still and let Kageyama adjust, but he couldn’t stop his hips from twitching forward, trying to reach even deeper. “Sho—”

“I know, sorry, I can’t— fuck, you’re tight,” Shoyo groaned. His fingers pressed at Kageyama’s hips, tight enough that he knew they would leave bruises. But Kageyama didn’t complain, too focused on relaxing around Shoyo’s hard length reaching deep inside him.

“Move.”

Shoyo was pulling out before the word finished leaving Kageyama’s lips, thrusting back in and setting a desperate pace. This wasn’t what he’d planned, didn’t match the image he’d had of a slow, drawn-out fuck, leaving Kageyama panting and begging under him. But Shoyo couldn’t help himself. After everything they’d been through that day—a loss, a win, revealing their relationship to the world and navigating the resulting rush of last-minute interviews, and celebrating both their win and their reveal with the team at dinner—all Shoyo wanted was to lose himself in the sublime, tight heat of the love of his life.

“Ah! Right there, fuck—!”

“Yeah, I’ve got you,” Shoyo panted, keeping up the perfect angle as he kept plowing forward. “You feel so good, Tobio, you’re always so good for me.”

“For you,” Kageyama breathlessly echoed, his words melting into soft, whining moans that left his lips with every thrust.

“Good boy.” Kageyama’s next whine was almost a wail, and he fell to his elbows, sweaty bangs brushing the plain covers and cock drooling beneath him. “That’s right,” Shoyo hissed, pressing his hips to Kageyama’s and grinding in as deep as he could, “you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

It was still incredible to Shoyo, the way the pet name so thoroughly unwound Kageyama. He went wordless, reduced to whines and clumsy attempts to fuck himself on Shoyo’s dick. “Shhhh, easy does it.”

“No,” Kageyama mumbled into the sheets, “more, need more, m’close.”

“What do you need, Tobi?” Shoyo already knew what he needed, but it was always heady to hear Kageyama stumble over his words when he was usually so taciturn.

“Touch me, fuck me, c’mon—!” This time, he really did wail when Shoyo took hold of his cock. He couldn’t seem to decide between fucking back on him or thrusting into his hand, leaving him shuddering with twitching hips. “Yes, yes, yes—”

“Are you close? Gonna come for me?”

“Please, Sho, please—”

“I’ve got you. C’mon baby, come for me, you’re so close.”

“Close, close— nngh, Sho!” Kageyama pressed his face to the bed to muffle his shout when he finally broke, spilling onto the bed sheets and rocking against Shoyo. He tightened impossibly more around him, trapping Shoyo and leaving him only able to grind in until he followed him over the edge with a drawn-out groan.

Neither of them could say anything, their lips only parting around gasps for air and a last few shuddering moans from the aftershocks. Shoyo could only form words when Kageyama nearly collapsed into his own mess on the bed. “Woah, careful—” He just barely caught him by the hips and tipped him to the side, earning a soft grunt of thanks. “You okay, Tobio?”

“Mm…yeah, just…god, Sho.”

Shoyo could only laugh bashfully, tilting forward to kiss Kageyama’s hip before slowly standing on his own shaking legs. “I’ll clean us up, and then we can move to my bed, okay?” Kageyama just nodded into the sheets, but that was good enough for Shoyo.

They moved predictably slowly as Shoyo cleaned them both up, then urged Kageyama to help him strip the dirty covers from his bed and climb into Shoyo’s bed. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, dumbass, I’m fine.”

“Are you gonna be sore tomorrow?”

Kageyama frowned as he gave a tentative stretch of his hip. “...I don’t think so. Nothing that’ll impede my playing.”

“Okay.” Shoyo finally let himself fully collapse into bed, fitting himself against Kageyama’s side like a puzzle piece. Kageyama shifted around until his head fit under Shoyo’s chin and he could nestle into Shoyo’s chest, letting him stroke his fingers through dark hair.

They laid there in silence, curled together so closely, Shoyo wasn’t sure where he ended and Kageyama began. He didn’t mind the quiet, never did when he was with Kageyama. But just as his eyes began drifting closed, he heard, “We kissed at the Olympics.”

“Hm?” Shoyo grunted, jolting awake. “Oh, yeah. Yeah! Just like we planned!”

“So the whole world knows about us.”

Apprehension pricked at Shoyo. Kageyama’s voice was flat, matter of fact, with an undertone of nerves that Shoyo couldn’t parse out. “Yeah, but…we planned for that. And that’s what we wanted, right?”

“Right, just…”

Why did he sound so nervous? What was Kageyama thinking about? Shoyo looked down at his smooth black hair and joked, “You’re not breaking up with me, are you?”

Well…he meant it as a joke, but he could hear the tension in his voice, which meant Kageyama would hear it, too.

Sure enough, Kageyama pulled away to frown at him. “No, dumbass! I’m just thinking…”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Fuck off.” The phrase was flippant, with no heat or bite behind it. Shoyo pressed his lips thin to hold back his snort of laughter and waited for Kageyama to go on. “I was thinking,” he continued with a roll of his eyes, before he settled back down against Shoyo, “the world knows. The whole world knows that…that we’re together. That we love each other.”

“Yeah…?”

“And that we’re serious about each other.”

“Right…”

Calloused fingertips began drawing patterns across Shoyo’s chest. Despite the worry swelling in him, he still felt a jolt of fondness at the nervous habit. It had been a while since Kageyama last doodled on him like that. “Like…serious enough to be together for our whole lives?”

“Yeah!” Shoyo scoffed, indignant at the mere thought of the alternative. “You’re stuck with me, Tobi!”

He heard a soft snort, then silence for a beat, before, “Then…should we make it official?”

“I thought we just did that?”

“Dumbass, I meant…legally.”

There was heavy intent behind Kageyama’s words, but Shoyo couldn’t fathom what he was trying to imply. “Legally? What do you mean?”

“I mean marriage,” Kageyama scoffed, before raising himself to look Shoyo in the eye. “Marry me, dumbass.”

Oh. Oh. Oh, Shoyo loved him so much. He had never felt so certain about an answer in his whole life. But first: “Wow. That might be the least romantic proposal I’ve ever heard.”

“Hah?! Who else proposed to you?!”

“No one, stupid!” Shoyo said with a light flick at Kageyama’s forehead. “But I’ve heard other couples’ proposals, and they were way nicer than that!”

The nerves lining Kageyama’s eyes stiffened into annoyance. “So what, you’re not gonna marry me because I didn’t propose right?”

“What? I didn’t even answer!”

“Then answer, dumbass!”

“Yes, dummy! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Somewhere along the way, Shoyo’s voice began shaking with gleeful laughter, and soon Kageyama was laughing with him, and they laid there, laughing and laughing, and Shoyo had the idle thought that if someone could die from too much happiness, he would have perished a thousand times over by now.

Their laughter faded away, leaving Kageyama gazing down at Shoyo with the soft look of adoration that never failed to make love spread warm through him like a hot cup of tea. “You’re my future, Tobio,” he murmured, bringing his hands to Kageyama’s cheeks and stroking over their curves with gentle thumbs. “I’m never gonna stop running forward. I don’t care if I’m chasing you, or you’re chasing me, or we’re running together. I just…I want to do it with you. Forever.”

“Good.” Kageyama pushed himself up properly and fit himself between Shoyo’s legs. “Because I’m going to love you forever, Hinata Shoyo.”

Shoyo knew everything was going to continue changing now that their relationship was public, and that those changes were going to be daunting, no matter if they were good or bad.

But as he gazed up at Kageyama, at this man who had so inextricably woven himself into his heart, he knew, with a rare sense of certainty, that it would be worth it, all of it. He was worth it.

“And I’ll love you in this universe and the next, Kageyama Tobio.”

Because as long as they had each other, they’d be invincible.

#kagehina exchange 2023 #haikyuu!! #kagehina #shobio #shoyo hinata #tobio kageyama #pearl writes #pearl's stuff #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #haikyu!! #hq!! #haikyuu #haikyu #fics #fanfics #kagehina fics #kagehina fanfics #kagehina fic #kagehina fanfic #shobio fics #shobio fanfics #shobio fanfic #shobio fic

[deadsnothere]

Brian send help.

Synopsis - Alias goes to Cynthia's house halfway through the fall ball to talk to her dad. It ends up turning out in her favor, it just takes a bit of..kiss- CONVINCING.

WARNINGS!! - Gays-?

Masterlist

Request - No but i am working on two request now.

Word count - 1.5k 😨

Speak Ali! - I've had this started since the episode i just finished it now!! (i'm dying-) Taglist anyone?

“If you need something tonight kid- I may be Cynthia's dad but I've been there for your entire life, I’ll be here for you now.”

In my yellow dress with a pink ladies jacket across my shoulders, I almost wanted to die. The fall ball sucked ass, and it's still going!- I walked into Cynthia trying to make out with my brother..Ya know- for once I thought I was winning! 'He's the big brother' Jones says- ‘He doesn't have to take care of the girls.’ said Jones. And now he's won the girl- and I'm still taking care of Jones' kids.

So I’m standing outside of Cynthia's town house, waiting for her dad to open the door.

And when Brian does (after four hours) he’s quick to rush me in. “Kid- are you ok?” he patted my back, taking a beer out of the fridge and handing it to me. “...She kissed Anthony..” He nodded knowingly, rubbing my back as I opened the bottle of beer with my mouth. “And you're jealous?” When I looked over to him, mouth opened in shock, he laughed at me. “Alias, When someone is in love with my daughter..I can tell.” He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back onto the counter. “And you're not weirded out?” it was a scary thing, being gay in this town, or time- fuck the USA it sucks here.

Brian raised both eyebrows and had to hold back a laugh. “I was doing crack in the 40’s a year before I got Cynthia's mother pregnant. I only sobered up and went to rehab to take care of Cynthia.” Eyebrows furrowed and mouth wide open, I looked up to him, shocked. “You were doing crack?!” He busted out laughing. “Yeah! Everyone did crack back then- I don't remember most of my teen years. But there was a boy who made me feel better than any girl had.” I pushed the pink ladies jacket off my shoulders and placed it on the counter, turning around and chugging the entire beer (no matter how disgusting it is) and throwing it away in the makeshift trash can they have.

“Yeah- uh, don't do that- no more for you. But what I'm saying is I know how you feel, growing up like this- In times like this..it's not going to end well, I'm sure you and Cynthia will figure it out- Now I know she said she was going to stay at yours tonight and she just might. So you stay here tonight.” Sighing, I leaned my head back onto the cabinets. “Thanks dad. I appreciate it.” he looked down at his watch concerned at the fact it was getting close to 8, when he had to leave for work.

(I'm starting to think he knew she would come home..)

Brian ruffled my hair and shooed me over to the couch. “There’s reefer in the top drawer if you really need it, just don't smoke it all and only do it here.” He put a blanket over me and grabbed his keys from the holder. “Don't die! We can talk more in the morning but I have to go to work.” I nodded and he turned the TV on as he left. “Bye dad.” - “Bye Kid!” As soon as the door shut I wasn't sure what to do. There was nothing interesting on, so I just went to sleep, I was tired anyways.

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“Alias, what the fuck are you doing here?” A voice was tapping me awake. “Huh-” Cynthia was standing over me, a jacket over her shoulders, shoes off, and a bottle of beer in her hand. “Alias, what are you doing here?! Shy guy has been looking for you-” I rolled my eyes and stood up, picking up my shoes and messily buckling them back on. “I don't know and at this point I don't care-” I was on my way out when she stopped me. “Alias what is up with you!” I let in a shaky breath, my hands were clenched and my knees were weak.

I took a second breath in, because one was not enough for this BULLSHIT, and spoke. “What is up with me? You never showed one minute of interest in my brother and now that I was going to the ball with Andrew as friends- he's your boyfriend!” She looked at me shocked, like we hadn't kissed before. “I've always liked your brother!-” I let out a dead chuckle. “Oh, dont fuck with me Zdunowski. I'm not stupid, You’re not in love with him! You were just- stupid, I don't know?!” She looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed and mouth open. “Why are you here, Alias?” I looked her in the eye this time, I'm not doing this like a pussy. I took my hand back, started to dust off her dress and placed a hand on her face.

“Because I'm in love with you, and for some reason I just love to hurt myself.” I sighed and sped walked out of the door, trying to slam it shut but she stopped it before I could. I was half way down the hallway by the time she got me again. She grabbed onto my hands, spinning me around, watching me trip, and getting dragged down with me. We were very close, her breathing was unsteady, our hearts matched beats. And once I finally had the balls, Our lips were sealed like a secret. Her hands grabbed my waist and she got as close as she could, even if it was awkward. It felt like heaven, if heaven was two teenage girls kissing in a hallway. “I- I love you too, I’ve been in love with you since we were 10- And for the last 6 years i've been convincing myself i loved Shy Guy not you but...I- i just..can I please kiss you more, please?” When I nodded she dipped down again, kissing me more. And more, and more! everyone of them, felt different, felt like a different emotions. Confusion, burning, love, yearning. everything a person could feel in just a few kisses.

We ran back into the home and shut the door behind us. My back was pressed into the door while Cynthia was skillfully untying my dress and kissing me at the same time. It felt so real, my vision isn't blurry and my body didn't feel fake. She was quick to start leaving hickeys down my neck, it made me giggle at first but the more bite marks she left the more I was glad my dress was already untied. She dragged me into her room, but her demeanor changed when she sat me on the bed and closed her door. “Here, take these clothes-” it wasn't in an annoyed manner, but she wasn't willing to look at me. “Cynthia what's wrong?-" She was changing out of her own dress now. Her hands slowly took off her dress and stockings. Changed them for pajama pants and a wife beater that made my face red, showing off her arms, built from all the car work she does.

Cynthia finally paying attention to me again, placed her hands on my cheeks. “I was forcing myself on your brother just an hour ago- and now I don't know-...I feel like an asshole for not chasing after you.” I smiled at her, kissing the palm of her hand. “You kinda are-” “Alias!” “What it's the truth!- I'm not gonna lie to you. But, I'll at least give you a chance to make it up to me.” I stood up from the bed and let my dress fall from my shoulders, gracefully. Cynthia was quick to help me out of it. She unclasped my bra and took it off for me, kissing the distance of my shoulders, and up my neck. She pushed my shorts off my hips, and got on her knees in front of me. Kissed along my hips for a few seconds before stopping right in front of my lace underwear.

“Please..” She looked desperate in front of me. I almost felt bad for saying no, but I didn't feel like it. I lent down and kissed her temple. “I..don't feel like it- i'm sorry..i just really want to sleep-” Cynthia was quick to pop up, standing on her feet again. “No! No it's ok, it's ok I'm fine to go to sleep!” She kissed my temple and picked up her shirt, putting it over my head and helping me find the arm holes. Finally, she dragged me to her bed, laid me down, and pulled her blanket onto me, falling asleep next to me. I've spent so long wishing for this, and now here I am.

Cynthia was laid down beside me in her bed, with all of my fingers and toes. no bullshit reason just, Love. And fuck was Brian right, I am in love with his daughter.

The more Cynthia grabbed onto my waist and pushed her head into my neck. The more I knew I was ready for whatever conversation brian was going to have with me in the morning about what kind of relationship with his daughter, although I'm not sure about that myself.

#cynthia zdunowski #grease rise of the pink ladies #cynthia zdunowski x reader #cynthia zdunowski x self #cynthia zdunowski x alias foreman #cynthia rotpl #cynthia zdunowski x self insert #cynthia zdunowski x oc #cynthia #grease rotpl #grease: rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease rise of the pink ladies fics #grease #grease 2 #shy guy rotpl

[stawpny]

GUYS I AM BEGGING YOU

SOMEONE DRAW NEW YORK IN THE 1989 ERAS TOUR OUTFIT OR THE REPUTATION ONE

PLEASE I WOULD LITERALLY COMBUST AT THE SEAMS

AUGHHH

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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anyways, ik a lot of ppl go on here and see when I post, hoping it’s headcannons and I just disappoint them

so here’s some hc’s for u children

ny and the south edition! (pls I don’t know much about the south so don’t kill me 😭 I’m a new yorker)

(the quotes with names on it are southerners communicating with NY or whoever else u want, but more specifically NY)

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- NC and SC always force NY or any other state who would hate it to sing and/or play the banjo when singing a song at a campfire. Even if they suck at singing or playing the banjo!!!

-speaking of campfires, I believe that the states usually have fires every Summer and Autumn. most get together and sing songs and stuff (u can use this idea if u want)

-New York was forced by Gov to make sure a southern party didn’t go terribly. He stood by the door while Texas wouldn’t leave him alone. He stole Texas’ hat when they all passed out, drunk and still has it to date.

-as (maybe) stated before, York plays a lot of instruments, and sometimes they force him to play the acoustic guitar, harmonica, banjo, electric guitar, etc. The NE makes fun of him for it.

-acts gay especially in front of the south just to make them pissed. he’ll flirt with them and make them uncomfortable with the high amount of gay in the room with them. Florida just goes along with it, laughing and pointing at all the southerners that turn away out of embarrassment.

-made fun of Texas and California when they were outlaws and they just joined the union. “I’m tha toughest cowboy ya will ever meet!” “Mhm.” “DONT JUS’ HUM AT ME!!” >:( -Texas

-They know better than to mess with a northerner. Texas doesn’t though, he’s just stupid. York punched him once and he swore he saw him crying to Virginia after.

-has bit many southerners, does not regret it

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-“Gimme yer best ‘yeehaw’” “yeehaw..” “Ya can do better than that! I’ve heard ya yell at Jersey.” “yeehaw.” “York, I swear-“ “YEE- FUCKIN’ HAW!”-Texas

-“just add some ol’ bay, it’ll make it taste better.” “No it fuckin’ won’t. Keep that shit away from my brownies.”- Maryland

-played poker against Texas, won and almost got shot by him. (Sore loser)

-“what are yous gonna start growlin’?” “GRRRRR-” -Kentucky

-“nah yer good ‘ere.” “Yous are ontop of me. I dunno if I should feel turned on or uncomfortable..” -Georgia

-“off-brand me.” “southerner you, which makes better.” -also Georgia (Empire State and Empire State of the south)

- “who made you this way..?” “The man yer datin’, Y’know, Mass’.” “He would never-“ “Gin, yous even know the answer to this question, it’s an obvious yes.” -Virginia

-“get rid’a the car at this point.” “Hey! I spent my life savin’s on ol’ reliable ‘ere! I ain’t gettin’ rid o’ her if she jus’ has a leak!” “Life savin’s? Jesus, what’s wrong wit’ yous?” - Tennessee

-“ that’s ‘cause Sippi’ wants a sip of that dick.” “WHAT. I ain’t gay!” *crickets* “GUYS PLEASE-“ -Mississippi

-“are yous happy to live in this shithole?” “Hey! I work hard to make this house a home!” “Work harder next time. This looks like if a hillbilly came in ‘ere trashed the place. Y’know, that makes sense knowin’ that yous idiots live ‘ere.” *walks away* “HEY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” -Alabama

- “I HATE YOU!” “NUH UH! I HATE YOU MORE!” “‘nuh uh’ really proves yer point, north.” -NC & SC

- “Mais sha, ya really know how shade the south, huh?” “I’ve had enough of all of yous and I’ve seen ya at yer highest and lowest, so I know what will make yous cry later.” “Uh huh, do me then.” “Nah. Don’ get me wrong, yer barely tolerable, but ya don’ get one.” - Louisiana

(loui was upset later bc he didn’t get one 😭)

-“I swear, ya say anythin’ about me bein’ in ‘misery’ then I’m gonna-“ “Nah, I don’ care ‘bout that. What I do care about is why you like mules better than horses. Isn’t that like the whole southerner thing? Horses and idiots with hats?” -Missouri

-“are yous even apart of the south, or are you like the West Virginia of Kansas?” “JESUS IS GONNA NEED TO BLESS YER ASS SOON, WHAT THE HELL DID YA JUS’ SAY TO ME?!” “I’m Jewish.” -Arkansas

-“yer mid-atlantic, but I understand why ya don’ go to family dinnahs wit’ the Northeast. If I had an excuse, I would use it too.” “You guys are scary up there, I’m shocked you still go to those things. In the ‘contract’ they said they were optional.” “FUCKIN’ OPTIONAL?!” -Delaware

-“I will eat your face.” “Uh huh.” “PAY ATTENTION TO ME OR IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!” “Uh huh.” “AAAAAAAAA-“- Florida

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could u tell I got lazy at the end?

anyway, I hope you liked

I spent so long on the quotes, trying to come up with a good one was the hardest part.

and I know half of them are reaaally bad 😭

augh

I have no clue what to do for the next chapter of a fic

but anyways, ily guys

<3

#wttt #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttt new york #wttsh headcanons #wttsh new york #wttt headcanons #wttt southern states #wttt south #ARG #please 🙏 #draw him I beg of you #(jk) u don’t have to #I just think he would look hot

[slowandsteddie]

This one is for @amysnotdeadyet ! I love your sentence (which I will put in green so it’s more obvious that it’s yours)!

Hehe, this one was really fun.

I do usually write Steve’s POV. I think this is my first attempt of Eddie’s that’s for more than a paragraph. Hopefully I do our boy justice.

CW: mentions of blood, underage drinking, non-professional caring for wounds, parts can be read as Eddie disassociating so I guess I should add poor mental health, sexual/teasing banter used as a distraction

Other notes: I am not a professional and I don’t have any medical training, I’m going based on vibes here x

1274 words.

It’s my turn to be the hero

Nothing in Eddies short, strange, gay life could prepare him for the sight of Steve Harrington all grown up, covered in blood, and grinning at him like he'd won first prize.

He had wrapped his head around the whole Upside Down thing pretty easily in comparison. It did help that he had seen something incomprehensible before, though. Something that he did his best not to think about. Ever. It wasn’t a healthy coping mechanism and it really didn’t work all that great most of the time. But right now, he had a distraction. A very attractive distraction. One that should not be that hot. What was wrong with him? A lot. But that wasn’t the point.

Steve was standing in front of him now. Oh. When did that happen? Who closed the distance? Vaguely, he was pretty sure that it was him. His hands, of their own accord, went to Steve’s shoulders and grasped on to the blood soaked material there.

“Are you hurt? Is any of that yours?”

“I’m fine, Eddie,” he murmured softly.

There was something in those eyes that he was trying really hard to not read too much into.

“Great. Now answer my second question.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated as he started to slump.

“Bullshit,” Eddie said simply.

He was surprisingly strong, something that he was grateful for at the moment, because he scooped Steve up into his arms so gently before carrying him to the van. Luckily the side door was open because he needed to lay Steve down before he dropped him after that distance.

Huh.

He needed to work on his stamina.

Noted.

But, now wasn’t the time to let his mind wander. Instead, he buckled in the younger male and covered him with all of the blankets he could find.

“Dipshits!” He called out to anyone around to hear him. “You have fifteen seconds to be in the vehicle before I take off without you.”

Then, he got into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Shit, shit, shit,” he said.

The van started without issue. The problem was he was starting to have time to think about this and he couldn’t take Steve to the hospital. Too much to explain. Too many questions that he couldn’t answer.

He probably gave the kids closer to a minute to get in the van, and then he was driving like his life depended on it. He heard bickering and loud voices, but it didn’t sink in. All he knew was that he was going to Steve’s house. A good first aid kit and no close neighbors? It was perfect.

After he parked, he was quick to get Steve out of the van. If he was panicking, that was between him and his shaking hands. He was fine, the male he was carrying was not.

Robin opened the front door. Oh, cool. He did score a teenager with the little shitheads. She could take care of them while he took care of Steve, who was showing signs of stirring.

“Children, stay downstairs with Robin. If any of you interrupt me and I happen to be giving Steve stitches, I will nearly murder you and save you just to have the satisfaction of killing you twice. Understood.”

“In the campaign, right?” Lucas asked softly.

“Test me if you want to find out.”

He carried Steve up the stairs. Which, rude. Why were there so many of them? He laid him down in his own bed before going to the en suite and coming back with the first aid kit that he just knew was going to be under the sink.

“Where am I?” Came a groggy voice.

“You don’t know your own ceiling?” Eddie sighed. “I’m glad you’re awake. Do I have your consent to take your clothes off?”

“Trying to see me naked?”

“Yes,” he deadpanned.

“Then, yes.”

Eddie tried not to blush. Based on the look Steve was giving him, it was a futile attempt.

“I swear if you’re hot under all that blood, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Be prepared to be pissed.”

Steve joking back had to be a good sign, right?

Eddie was so careful as he stripped the younger male down to his boxers. He hissed as though he could feel the pain himself.

“This is going to be a bitch to clean.”

“Give it to me straight, Doc. Am I going to live?”

“Not if I can help it. I’ll be right back.”

Eddie came back with washcloths and a bowl of water. He looked over the guy he had a crush on and shuddered. Why was the damage so extensive?

Carefully, he started wiping the blood away from areas that weren’t as torn. Steve groaned.

“I’d offer to let you hold my hand, but…”

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You keep saying that.”

Wash, rinse, wash, new rag, rinse, wash, and repeat. Steve was taking it like a champ. His shaking was the only sign of discomfort that Eddie noticed, mostly because he refused to look at his face. He didn’t need to know how much he was hurting him while trying to help him.

He used ointment and bandages where he could, but the one of the wounds on Steve’s hip was going to need stitches.

“Do you trust me?” He asked while trying to be as gentle about applying pressure as he could to the right hip.

“About as far as I can throw you.”

“Fantastic. I'm going to need you to take a drink of this whiskey and then bite my wallet as hard as you can. Don’t want to scare our helions downstairs.”

“Let me guess. Going in dry?”

“Something like that.”

Eddie grabbed for the bottle that he knew Steve kept under the bed before helping him take a few shots worth. After about a minute, he gently eased the washcloth away from the wound before pouring some alcohol over it. Sanitizer of some sort had to be better than nothing. For the record, Steve just grunted and gripped on to the bed over the burning sensation that he had to be feeling.

Eddie took his leather wallet from his back pocket and placed it in Steve’s mouth.

“Bite down as hard as you can, big boy.”

Steve nodded.

“I need you shaking with the effort. Don’t move, though.”

Steve nodded again and closed his eyes. Eddie threaded the needle and ran the flame of his lighter over it a few times.

“I mean it, don’t move.”

Steve whimpered softly. Eddie tried to think of it as stitching together another battle vest. He couldn’t think of the fact that he was stitching skin, or he’d throw up. His hands were quick and gentle, the stitching surprisingly well done for the circumstances. Steve had screamed around the wallet when he first started, but now it was just whimpers and tears. Luckily no one came into the room.

When he was done, he took his wallet back and pushed the bottle into Steve’s hands.

“I’ll be back.”

“Don’t threaten me.”

“It’s how I express my love.”

Eddie left immediately after that, not wanting to see, or hear, Steve’s reaction. Instead he washed his hands with hot water and soap. Scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing until he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He whimpered before looking up to meet Steve’s gaze through the mirror.

“You should be resting.”

“You left before I could say thank you.”

“Say thank you by getting back into bed.”

“Kinky,”

“Shut up, Harrington.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe I do. Go to bed before I call Robin up here.”

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve x eddie #taking requests #eddie plays nurse #Steve is injured #slowandsteddie #steddie fanfiction #i’m sorry pls forgive me

[douceurrrr]

how guys in stranger things text you pt1

if phone existed in the 80s

inspiration | @melwilson

you got into an argument with them

steve harrington: hey, I know sometimes we’ll have our differences but at the end of the day i still love you.

mike wheeler: hey, I know I’ve been a dick lately and I’m so so sorry for that so just text me, okay? Or don’t that’s fine but not fine

eddie munson: hey, sweets. I know we had a rough patch yesterday so why don’t you just come over and I’ll make it up to you

lucas sinclair: hey I love you, okay. I totally lost my mind yesterday and I wanted to say that I’ve found it so call me back.

dustin henderson: I’m so sorry muffin pie I was really being a asshole yesterday.

jonathan byers: call me back, okay? I’m sorry

argyle: hey dude I’m sorry just come over and smoke this joint with me 🚬🚬🚬

will byers: sorry

you’ve gone MIA

steve harrington: hey uh you didn’t come by the store today. You alright?

mike wheeler: did I do something wrong?

eddie munson: you’ve been gone all day what’s up with that huh?

lucas sinclair: didn’t see you in the crowd today. You good? Because I can wrap this whole basketball thing up and come to you.

dustin henderson: are you okay? I mean holy shit you’ve been non existent!

jonathan byers: what’s going on?

argyle: come on bro where have you been?

will byers: ok what’s wrong?

random text at random times of the day

steve harrington: why am I always the babysitter babe?

mike wheeler: babe I officially hate high school

eddie munson: damn I can’t get this guitar riff right

lucas sinclair: do you think I’m a bench riding loser???

dustin henderson: holy shit we did it! We won!

jonathan byers: can you talk to Will for me? He listens to you

argyle: human sized chicken or chicken sized human

will byers: I’m gay

good morning text

steve harrington: Morning my little sunshine

mike wheeler: hey good morning babe

eddie munson: rise n shine sweetheart

lucas sinclair: hey good morning ;)

dustin henderson: good morning honey bun

jonathan byers: good morning I hope you have a nice day babe

argyle: groovy morning bro

will byers: good morning

random affectionate text

steve harrington: I was thinking about you today and I just wanted to say that I love you tremendously

mike wheeler: you’re great ❤️

eddie munson: I love you and that cute ass of yours

lucas sinclair: hey I love you and do you know that you talk in your sleep?

dustin henderson: just giving you your daily dose of love honey bun

jonathan byers: you matter to me so much

argyle: you have a nice pair of legs❤️

will byers: you’re fun to be around

you’re not feeling well

steve harrington: heard your not feeling well. I’m coming over

mike wheeler: not feeling well? hang in there❤️

eddie munson: awe shit your not feeling good? Let me come over sweetheart I’ll take care of you

lucas sinclair: you’re sick? As in sick sick?

dustin henderson: awe my donut is sick? Fear nothing! I’m coming over

argyle: not feeling too hot huh? Don’t worry my lady some weed delight will set you straight

will byers: get well :(

•

first saw this on @melwilson page

double post?! Wow me

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #argyle #jonathan byers #lucas sinclair #will byers #social media au #modern day au #black!reader #x reader

[ghostfaceaddams]

It's the Great Pumpkin, Santana Lopez

Part Three

summary: It's time to see if Santana (and Quinn) will win the ultimate Halloween costume contest or not.

warnings: Santana punches Zizes, sexual thoughts for like one paragraph, and cussing.

word count: 4,690

The party was now in full swing. Despite Santana's passion and excitement for her annual Halloween party with Puck, she hadn't left Quinn's side with the exception of getting drinks or going to the bathroom. Every year they came together and Santana never left Quinn's side.

The blonde was surprised Santana had stuck with her at first considering her irritancy over their costumes.

"Why are we going as comic book characters? People are going to think we're nerds Quinn! Do you want that? Because I certainly don't want that! It's bad enough we're gay in a small town, must we be nerds too? What's next, wearing flannel and playing video games?"

Quinn rolled her eyes and rubbed her girlfriend's tense shoulders.

"I'm going to pretend like you didn't just say that." Quinn said somewhat sternly and exasperatedly, referring to the gay comment. Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"First of all, you already play video games. With Puck. Second of all, just because we're going as comic book characters doesn't mean we're nerds but even if we were, who cares." Santana opened her mouth to shout, "everyone" but Quinn continued. She swore a vein was going to pop with that girl.

"JBI won and he was dressed as Darth Vader, so really I think you should be excited about this."

Santana frowned and uncrossed her arms. Her face was scrunched up in a slightly dramatic pout and her arms were dangling helplessly out in front of her. Quinn sighed and climbed onto Santana's lap.

"It's just so cliche, and everyone does it. I want to impress people."

"Baby you're so hot, you're going to impress everyone." Quinn smiled encouragingly.

"Yeah, I guess I am pretty sexy huh?" Santana crinkled her nose and nodded her head cockily.

Quinn smiled and rubbed her thumbs against Santana's warm, smooth skin. "The sexiest." She confirmed, sealing the deal with a kiss.

Quinn was more than a little worried about the red and blue coming out of her hair but for the moment, for the night, she didn't give a fuck. She wanted to show Santana that she was committed to her so she went all the way in. The awe on Santana's face when she saw Quinn's pigtails and knew it was actual dye was enough for Quinn. She would dye her hair every year for Halloween to receive that same reaction.

Santana handed Quinn a red solo cup, the blue lights making Santana's leaves look cyan. Quinn went to say she was good for the tenth time that night but Santana stopped her.

"The only person you're sleeping with tonight is me and I can't get you preggers babycakes."

Quinn steadied Santana with a look, challenging Santana's easygoing smile. Santana was right of course and she didn't want to be a buzzkill. Plus that sure look glinting in Santana's eyes was contagious. She rolled her eyes and took the red solo cup out of Santana's hands. She took a lengthy sip of her drink and looked back at the brunette.

"You happy?"

"Fucking ecstatic." Santana grinned, wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist.

The both smiled as their lips met. They stayed pressed together for several seconds before parting to continue. But before they could get frisky, Puck came barreling towards them. He slung his overweighted arms around their shoulders resulting in Quinn spilling her drink.

"Damnit Puck!" Quinn grumbled and threw the plastic cup down.

"Quinn!" Santana called after her pissed girlfriend who was storming away.

Santana huffed and fixed Puck with a weighted glare.

"What?" He asked as if it was spelled wut.

Santana punched him hard in the arm but it really only ended up hurting her. She hated that Puck was wearing that fireman jacket, it was so heavy and rough. And now it caused her girlfriend to storm off.

"What the hell was that for?"

"You're a douchebag."

"Oh come on Santana, it was an accident!" Puck exclaimed.

Santana flipped him off and went in search of her precious girlfriend. She loved Puck and was protective over those closest to her, but when it came to Quinn, she was overprotective. She checked the overcrowded kitchen first in hopes of finding Quinn trying to fix her stain. When she didn't spot her she growled and started venturing throughout the house.

Quinn had her teeth gritted and was trying to scrub at the stain without worsening it. She may be overreacting but Puck just got on her nerves sometimes. Not like she hated Puck or anything (she did at first, after getting pregnant, but not anymore), he was just...a lot like Santana, without being charming and not nearly as cruel. Sure Puck was a bully the first two years but sometime after he got Quinn pregnant, he changed.

She sighed and threw the washcloth on the counter. It wasn't that bad in retrospect, but Quinn worried it could ruin the competition. She wanted to win, a little because she loved to win but mostly for Santana.

She just didn't want to let Santana down. She had already let down so many people in life, her father especially. She couldn't let Santana down. Santana never let her down and was an amazing, wonderful, extrodinary human being that didn't deserve to be let down. She knew she had let Santana down when she got pregnant with her best friend while they were momentarily broken up, she doubted she could do worse but she didn't want to ever do it again.

There was a gentle knock on the door that could only mean it was Santana. She didn't even realize she was crying until she was sniffling and rubbing at her face (the best she could to not smudge her Harley Quinn makeup).

"Quinn? You in there?"

Her heart broke hearing how gentle Santana's voice was. God she wasn't even drunk and she was already a blubbering mess! The effects Santana had on her were insane.

"Yeah, I'm just uh-I'm going to the bathroom." Quinn instantly regretted lying because Santana always knew when she was lying even if she couldn't see her face.

"Well, can I come in?" Santana turned so she was leaning her shoulder against the door.

"No Santana I'm going to the bathroom." She lied once so she might as well stick with it.

"We both know that's as fake as your hair so let me in."

Quinn sighed, her shoulders sagging forward.

"Santana."

"Quinn if you don't let me in I'm going to start screaming bloody murder, and then everyone's going to come rushing in thinking I'm getting murdered or fucked, and I know you don't want an audience." Santana pushed herself off the door and pointed at where she presumed Quinn was standing.

"Like anyone could hear you over this music."

"Oh I think you know how loud I can be." Santana smirked.

Quinn's heart shuddered at the memories of how loud Santana was in bed.

"So, open up."

Santana started rocking back and forth on her feet, half impatient and half amused. She knew Quinn would cave in at some point.

Quinn didn't know why she was contemplating it, she knew Santana wasn't bluffing. Oh she knew that very well sexually. Her mind drifted to a more sexual place, her heart racing with lust. Maybe she could pull Santana in and just take her right here, either against the door or on the counter. Or maybe she could make Santana watch as she took her from be-

Suddenly Santana started screaming, shattering Quinn's fantasies. The blonde flung the door open and jerked a grinning Santana in. She closed the door and flung her arms around her girlfriends neck, burying her nose beneath Santana's ear. Santana lost her grin and was replaced with a frown. She wrapped her arms around Quinn and started rubbing soothing circles into her back.

Having known each other their whole lives made opening up easy. They weren't really skilled at opening up with anyone other than each other. There was Puck for Santana and Mercedes for Quinn and Brittany for both, but it was just natural with each other.

"I love you Santana."

Part of Quinn was still stuck in her sexual fantasies and the other half was wanting to break into tears again. She felt like she was being wishy washy over the whole situation so she'd rather go down on Santana.

"I love you too Lucy Q, you know that."

Quinn did, oh God did she. Whenever she thought about Santana's love for her or vise versa, she thought about Edward and Bella. What was it Edward said, that no one ever loved anyone as much as he loved Bella? She knew it was something like that and figured that was the motto for her relationship with Santana.

She was going to marry Santana someday.

"Quinn what's going on?"

Quinn pulled away and sniffed so she wouldn't start crying again. Now she wanted to cry over how much she loved Santana and wanted to spend the rest of her life with her.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm overreacting and it's not a big deal-" Quinn was on the verge of rambling.

Santana took Quinn's hands in hers and held them in between their chests.

"Hey, whatever it is I'm sure you're overreacting for a reason."

Quinn took her hands out of Santana's and weakly smacked her on the shoulder. Santana smiled, relieved at making Quinn smile.

"Now quit being dramatic and tell me what's wrong." Definitely going to marry her.

"I just...I don't want to let you down." Saying it sounded so stupid.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head slightly as she asked, "How are you going to let me down?"

Quinn worried her bottom lip between her teeth and avoided Santana's gentle gaze. Santana's hands migrated towards Quinn where she rested her hands comfortingly on Quinn's hips. Her fingers slipped beneath Quinn's jacket and shirt and started brushing smooth skin.

"Well Puck and his idiot self spilled his drink all over me and ruined my outfit. Now, now we aren't going to win and I just-" Quinn was getting all worked up again.

Santana smiled, somewhere between a sad smile and an amused one. Her eyes were twinkling with love and amusement as she shook her head.

"Quinn."

Quinn shut her mouth and looked at Santana, her eyes more hazel and full of crazy worry. Santana quirked her lips up sympathetically.

"There's nothing you could do to let me down, okay?"

Quinn wanted to remind Santana about last year but from the look she was giving her, she assumed Santana knew she wanted to say that.

"You're much more important to me than any competition, even a Halloween one." She smiled lovingly making Quinn's heart ache. "Besides, it really doesn't look that bad. In fact, it looks kinda cool. Like you just kicked some major ass."

Quinn looked down and guessed that yeah, Puck's drink did make it look like some blood. She smiled and looked back up into Santana's smiling eyes.

"Now, if you're done having your meltdown, I would like to gets my groove on."

Quinn smiled and shook her head but grabbed Santana's outstretched one. Santana kissed the top of Quinn's head, Quinn's eyes momentarily fluttering shut. She imagined doing that when they were married and had kids, after long days at work when they just took a bath and watched some tv while drinking some wine.

"Your groove on?"

"Shut up."

*****

Now it was Quinn's turn to search for her girlfriend. She had just gotten done talking to Kurt and Sam who were enjoying dancing together as a couple. Sam was trying to teach Kurt some dance moves since he stuck to three and weren't that good. Her heart ached with happiness seeing her friends happy and feeling safe.

She found her girlfriend tearing into Finn about wearing the same boring costume. Rachel kept looking around for someone or something and then would shake her head at Santana. Quinn quirked her eyebrows together curiously.

"San?"

Santana shot her head over as if she had heard a gun. But when she realized it was Quinn she burst into a smile.

"See Finnocence, this is what Halloween is all about. Winning competitions, scaring little kids, and dressing up in either a sexy or iconic costume."

Quinn smiled and sidled up to Santana. The Latina's arm wrapped around Quinn while the blonde laid her head against Santana's shoulder.

"I thought Halloween was about candy."

Santana rolled her eyes exasperated.

"Halloween is the best time of the year!" Santana exclaimed.

"I thought that was Christmas."

Santana looked like she was ready to strangle to Finn. Quinn was sure if she actually had Poison Ivy's powers then she would choke Finn out with a vine.

"Hello Georgie, would you like a balloon?" Came a creepy voice.

"Holy fucking shit!" Santana yelled and before Quinn knew it her girlfriend was punching a Pennywise mask.

Santana stepped behind Quinn and wrapped her arms so tight around Quinn's abdomen that Quinn thought she was going to puke up the m&m chocolate chip cookie Brittany had given her. Rachel had her hands over her mouth and Finn's jaw had dropped to the floor.

"What the hell Lopez!" That was a different voice under the mask.

Lauren took the Bill Skarsgård Pennwywise mask off and dabbed at her nose. Some blood had seeped out but not a lot. Santana could have broken her nose if she had hit a little harder.

"You were suppose to be on the lookout Berry! You're never helping me throw a surprise party for Quinn!" Santana screeched.

Quinn placed her hands over Santana's that were still gripping Quinn entirely too tightly. She brushed her thumbs across Santana's knuckles which always helped when she was mad beyond comprehension or scared.

"She came up from behind!" Rachel defended.

"Dang Santana, that's some right hook." Mercedes mused walking up.

"Yeah so don't push me." Santana let go of Quinn's stomach and walked out from behind her.

Quinn sucked in a big breath of air. She was beginning to think she was going to pass out.

"I didn't realize you were afraid of clowns." Mercedes glanced at Quinn who slowly shook her head.

Bringing up clowns was a sure way to get on Santana's bad side. In Mercedes case she'd be ignored for a week.

"I'm not. They're just annoying and ugly. I hate seeing their faces so I punch them in hopes of making them look semi attractive like Berry over here." Defensive Santana.

Quinn smiled and wrapped her arm around Santana's waist. Santana uncrossed her arms and wrapped an arm around Quinn's slim waist. It was funny to see, Quinn all smiley and cuddly and Santana clearly pissed off and annoyed but holding Quinn so comfortably. It made Quinn's heart burst.

"You look awesome Mercedes." Finn smiled widely.

"Thank you Finn." Mercedes smiled and flaunted her outfit to everyone nearby.

Mercedes was wearing the Transvestite outfit from The Rocky Horror Show and looked just as astonishing as last time. Quinn's eyes raked up Mercedes' body appreciatively before quickly looking away. Jealous Santana was hard to deal with in a crowd. But instead of a jealous, threatening bronze in Santana's eyes there was appreciation. Her pupils were slightly dilated and they were dragging all over Mercedes' body.

Quinn couldn't believe it. Santana, miss I-know-you-had-the-hots-for-Mercedes-at-some-point-and-probably-still-do, was checking out Mercedes! She dropped her jaw and pulled her eyebrows together in a glare/pout then elbowed Santana in the ribs.

"Ow. The hell Q?" Santana whined.

Quinn huffed and pulled Santana closer against her, her hand resting very low on Santana's hip. If she was to flex her fingers they would touch Santana's ass. Santana grinned suddenly feeling lucky.

"How did you acquire this outfit Mercedes?" Rachel asked.

Both Quinn and Santana rolled their eyes. Rachel saw and just knew that they were meant to be. She definitely saw wedding bells in their future, maybe even after high school. Though she wasn't sure considering Quinn's devotion to academics.

"Mr.Schue let me borrow it. He said as long as there wasn't any alcohol and I didn't spill anything on it I could wear it."

"That was very...kind of him." Rachel faltered.

Santana laughed and started pulling Quinn sway from the diva off that was sure to happen. Santana led them outside to Puck's back porch where there were a few stragglers. Some teens were making out, one couple on the swing and another against the post. Santana cringed and pulled Quinn to the treehouse.

It had been Puck and Santana's when they were kids and passed on to his little sister. Next to it was a swing set. It wasn't much, just two simple swings but it was half of Santana's childhood. Santana's time as a child was spent with Puck, Quinn, or her abuela. She sadly only had two people left.

Their intertwined hands dangled in between the two swings. Quinn glanced up and saw a few teens littering the lawn and porch, they gave them odd looks. It melted Quinn's heart to know that Santana, who hated rom coms and touchy feely things, was holding her hand on the swings.

"Sam and Kurt told me what you did.

"Oh yeah? What awesome thing did I do now?" Santana smiled confidently.

"That you said Karofsky wasn't going to be here. That if any homophobic prick showed up you'd give them an ass kicking and kick them out."

Santana shrugged, suddenly bashful.

"They're our friends, they should be allowed to enjoy this sacred Holliday. No biggie."

Quinn chuckled and rested her hair against the chains, gazing lovingly at Santana. Santana had her head down and was focusing on the slow movements of the swing. She looked so calm and peaceful, Quinn never wanted to live in a world where she couldn't just look up at Santana.

"Even though Han Solo and Chewbacca are best friends, they're pretty cute together." Quinn commented about Kurt and Sam's costumes.

"Yeah."

Santana doesn't comment on Quinn's knowledge of Star Wars because she was with her when her and Sam watched all the movies. Santana had been on her phone the whole time (and tried to make out with Quinn a couple of times).

"Yo, Lopez! It's time to announce the winners!" Puck hollered some minutes later when it had gotten a little chilly for Santana and the teens outside had left.

Santana jumped up and pulled Quinn along. The brunette was so excited that she practically sprinted into the house which left Quinn dragging her feet. They made it to the front of the house where Puck stood up on his coffee table and turned off all the music. Santana handed him the microphone and picked up the goblet with the winner's name.

"Alright boys and gals, welcome to the fourth annual Puckerman and Lopez Halloween Bash!"

There were cheers and people tossing back drinks. Santana smiled widely and pulled Quinn against her chest.

"Now, all the votes have been counted and tallied, and we have come to a conclusion. My right hand gal, my best woman, Santana will hand me the results. Santana." Puck turned and looked down at Santana.

Santana grinned nervously and handed the goblet up to her best man. Her arms wrapped around Quinn's waist and started messing with the hem of her shirt. Quinn slipped her hands down and squeezed Santana's. Santana smiled softly and kissed her on the neck.

If it was up to Quinn, she would obviously pick her and Santana to win. They really tried to get as close to the comics as possible and Santana would be so happy if they won. But if she wasn't helplessly and madly in love with Santana, she would choose Kurt's friend Blaine. He had made his own superhero costume and even came up with a name: Nightbird.

Rachel, Finn, Mike, Tina, Artie, and Brittany were wearing their same costumes from school so lame. Lauren purposely wore the Pennywise mask just to scare Santana so of course Quinn didn't want her to win. Puck was just trying to impress the ladies. Kurt and Sam were cute and Mercedes was stunning.

Quinn didn't pay much attention to anyone else at the party. Too many people and the lights were always flashing different colors. It was hard to tell how many people had dressed up as angels and the devil or police officers and firemen.

Puck made a show of holding the goblet out for everyone to see. Then he slowly reached in like he was a game show host and brought it out as slow as a cartoon snail. He flipped the paper over, read it, glanced around the room for a minute, and then lifted his head.

"The winner of this year's Halloween costume contest, is Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray!" Puck shouted.

The glee club burst into cheers but none louder than Santana. She screeched while Quinn pulled out of her embrace to clap. The blonde turned and watched as Santana glowed with jubilation. There was applause mixed with boos and murmurs of disappointment. Quinn could hear Puck hopping down off the coffee table and some of the glee club members congratulating them. But all she focused on was Santana smiling.

Santana hoisted Quinn up and twirled her around. Quinn screamed while smiling, her cheeks hurting from the intensity of the smile. The brunette set down the giggling blonde and kissed her passionately.

"I told you you had nothing to worry about." Quinn smiled kindly and raised her eyebrows.

Santana smiled and shook her head, her hands gliding around Quinn's hips.

"Yeah yeah, you were right and I was wrong. Just kiss this winner or else I won't share the trophy."

The trophy wasn't a trophy at all. It was just a cake that Santana and Puck made which Quinn wouldn't let anyone eat even if they did win. They said it was vanilla with black food coloring but Quinn wasn't so sure about that. It was decorated cute at least, they had dedication she'd give them that. This year they lathered it in black icing and wrote THE ROCKY HORROR GLEE SHOW in the same red letters as THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW. There was some "blood splatters" on there and tombstones as well.

Quinn did as she was told and kissed her girlfriend, elated that they had won.

*****

Santana was so wasted by the end of the party that Quinn was practically carrying her upstairs. Judy was on some work retreat that she couldn't get out of no matter how hard she tried. Quinn promised she wouldn't throw any Halloween parties and would tell her when she left for trick or treating and got home. Quinn thought it was best Santana stayed with her and sobered up a bit. They'd probably get in trouble for spending the night together unsupervised but Quinn thought it was the better option.

"Alright party girl, lets get your clothes off."

"Wanky." Santana slurred.

Quinn smiled and helped disentangle the costume from Santana's skin. It was just a one piece that cupped Santana's breast and barely covered her thighs. She had on green fishnet tights with leaves all over her legs, arms, and chest. But none of it looked tacky, it sparkled and looked wet which made Santana all that more appealing to the party goers. Even her skin had glitter on it. Oh how hard it was to not have her way with Santana at the party.

Quinn straightened Santana who had started to fall sideways.

"Stay here."

"Yes ma'am." Santana saluted with the wrong hand.

Quinn went to her walk in bathroom and quickly changed. She took the jacket and skin tight crop top off followed by the ridiculous short shorts and fishnet tights. She discarded her bra and slipped on a tshirt of Santana's and short shorts.

She hurried back into the bedroom and got some night clothes for Santana.

"I want one of your shirts." Santana mumbled from her spot on the bed.

Quinn smiled and got out her favorite t-shirt. It was a raggedy No Doubt one that was long and had holes in it. But it smelled like Quinn and was soft so she guessed it was all that mattered to Santana. She unclipped Santana's bra and slid the shirt over her head, not bothering with shorts.

She helped Santana up and made sure she was steady before pulling the covers back. Santana plopped down on the bed before Quinn could help her in. Quinn shook her head and crawled over the Latina who was dead weight at this point. She rolled Santana over onto her right side, sliding her right arm under her pillow and pulling her knees up. (She had read it online somewhere after the first party they had ever gone to. She never let Santana sleep alone after drinking, she didn't want to risk alcohol poisoning even if she didn't drink that much.)

She slipped her hand beneath Santana's shirt and placed her hand on the Latina's side. She reveled in the warmth of Santana's skin and sighed contently. After a few minutes she assumed that Santana had fallen asleep. It had been a long day and she was drunk so she thought that's what happened.

"I'm gonna marry you someday."

Quinn's breath caught in her throat. At first she thought she had misheard Santana, it was quiet and slurred. But then she replayed it in her head a few times and yep, Santana definitely said that.

"Oh yeah?" Quinn smiled.

Santana was cute when she talked about their future and how much she loved her, even if she was incapacitated.

"Mhm. And we're gonna buy a big ass house with a white picket fence. We're gonna have a bunch of mini Quinn's and mini Santana's running around. And a dog." Santana scooted closer to Quinn, wanting body heat and just Quinn.

Quinn bit her lip in an attempt to hide her smile. She didn't know how much of what Santana was saying was her and how much was alcohol. One thing she was sure of was that Santana wanted a future with her, just like she did with Santana.

"We'll have hot lesbian sex and you'll be the overbearing mom and I'll be the cool one."

"Why do you get to be the cool one?" Quinn thought she might as well play along because there was no harm in it.

"Because."

Quinn smiled and moved her hand to the small of Santana's back and back to her side. The brunette sighed and delved even further into the mattress. Quinn did it again knowing it relaxed her girlfriend for some reason.

"Dibs on proposing." Was the last thing Santana said before honking out for the night.

"If you remember this in the morning then sure." Quinn chuckled softly and kissed Santana on the head.

Quinn sighed and stayed up for the next hour making sure Santana was still breathing. Every hour or so she woke up to check on Santana, not even thinking about how exhausted she was going to be the next morning. She would take 1,000 exhausted mornings as long as they were spent with Santana.

Santana did get dibs on proposing to Quinn because next year at Easter, after Quinn started getting used to using her legs again, she proposed. The whole glee club was there with her parents and Judy present. Everyone cried and Quinn said yes because although it had a been a rough year and they were young, she knew she would never stop wanting or loving Santana.

They got married two years into college and had their first kid right after. His name was Lucca and had Quinn's eyes and Santana's dimples. Three years later they had Maia Alma Fabray-Lopez, named after Santana's abuela. They did end up getting a dog, a beagle named Prada.

Through it all, Santana and Quinn loved each other just as much as they did on Halloween 2010.

#glee #santana lopez #quinn fabray #santana lopez x quinn fabray #quinntana #halloween is the best time of the year #spooktober #also on ao3 under wankyyy

[dojae-huh]

To the anon who mentioned JaeDo going to Dreamies' concert and spending Chuseok together, omg, I'm glad I am not alone in that thought. They came in and left together the concert together, and I suspected they actually spent Chuseok together. That Q&A with the blanket/bedsheet that you mentioned made me think he was out of town (the blanket was nice, like hotel or airbnb type of quality) and he later uploaded a series of photos in his IG that suggested he vacationed. Add to what dojae-huh-nim said, it actually is plausible. The Dreamies categorize JaeDo often as a unit/couple. Jeno (just recently) and Jaemin already said that Jaedo greeted them together on their birthdays and if my memory serves me correct, the greeting was at around 12 AM (making me suspect more that they do live together/staying together, coz why else would you be together at wee hours lol). Even Jeno gave us the Doyoung-mother and Jaehyun-father canon during his fancall. It's hard not to see that when you look at Jeno and Jaemin, two of the most introverted guys in NCT, warm up the most to Jaehyun and Doyoung. They're almost like their parents.

The thing I cannot quite get over is how accepted JaeDo are with their respective families, even going as far as to their cousins and aunts. Korea is known for being extremely conservative and even though JaeDo's immediate families accepted them, it can be met with resistance from other family members, especially those that are farther the family tree. But seeing how comfortable they are with the family members, wew. I'm glad. They really lucked in this lifetime, huh.

I like that you, readers, started sharing your won observations. The more tidbits the better. I skip many that I notice because I've already covered all common types. You also show that different people with different background, observing same things, come to the same conclusions for the same reasons.

As you said, Dreamies are not as careful with cover ups as 127 neos. It is not always on their mind, so they often say how it is. "Doyoung-ie-hyun and Jaehyun-ie-hyung congratulated first, they called right after 12" - something like that. 127 neos try to break the two and not mention their names together.

Fans also noticed how often Jae and Do update their IGs one by one? in a span of a cople of minutes. Making some even think Do has a password from Jae's IG and just does the work. (I don't know about travel pics, but "obligatory" pictures from concerts I can imagine, heh). It is not a far stretched idea because managers do it for some artists.

Sidenote: have you noticed how Tae and Jae have started posting many similar pictures like Do does? Not selecting the best ones, just dumping a bunch? Copycats...

Anyway.

JaeDo are definitely fortunate with their families. It's not nesessary that their relationship is explained how it is to the extended family(ies). Taeyong also visited Do's house in Guri. Do invited JN, Yuta and Ten to spend Christmas in the past.

They are also very lucky that there are no homophobes in 127 and in NCT. Although, I think them both being known prior to them coming out could have helped in some cases (they were "great people, how can you not love them" first).

As for Korea being conservative. It is so, but a lot depends on the level of religiousness of an individual and on the current politics. Most people are passive and don't care either way, don't harbour real hate. SK holds annual gay parades. Like in Russia, a few decades ago Tatu was sent on Eurovision and MTV awards, now LGBT is called extremist.

#ask me away #i'll be your morning star

[rainbowbeanstyles]

the gays really won today huh

#HOW WE FEELING DIRECTIONERS #HOW WE FEELING LOUIES #HOW WE FEELING QSMP FANS #IM SO #IM SOOOOOO #im gonna cry the leaked song is so fucking pretty #one direction #louis tomlinson #qsmp

[oshieteacapella]

19 days | ch.411

WE’VE BEEN BLESSED TWICE?! YES, WE HAVE. THIS IS TOO GOOD, I’M SCARED AND HYPERVENTILATING.

I want to start with a complaint: NOT enough Xixi. We can’t even see his beautiful face. Not okay. I’ll let it slide just because... well, bc I’ve already read the chapter and there was good food, but my point remains.

Are we really going to know Jian Yi’s parents' backstory? Not sure if I can believe it, yet we had the kiss so everything can happen. What do we know? Papa Jian is rich and the security team isn’t very good because someone simply walked there... in the middle of breakfast?? He Cheng would never allow it. Is Papa Jian really a mafia man, too? Is he just rich? IS MAMA JIAN A EXPLORER/MOUNTAINEER?? She better be a mafia queen on a mission because then it’s just random. But hey, that’s just my opinion, I like drama.

I know she’s not a milf here, but I DON’T CARE, WE’VE WON, THE MILFS HAVE WON, SHE’S SO PRETTY.

Wtf is that? The censorship people not seeing this chapter bc they want it as much as us? No, but really... am I forgetting something from an old chapter??

THE RETURN OF THE FANG. Love it. Fav character. He Tian is blushing too. Cute.

I’m going to say it now and only once -and I don’t want anyone being too serious about FICTIONAL CHARACTERS-: this whole chapter is super suggestive and I love it. Old Xian really said “f*ck censorship, I’m gonna give the gays everything they want” and delivered!

Look at He Tian, he’s so soft, can’t stop looking at Mo. And Mo, what a way to ask for him to be your boyfriend, iconic, full of meaning, perfection, erasing She Li in the process, wow. He is serious, he's really saying “this is not a quick decision after a traumatic moment, this is real, I want this and I want you to do it.” THAT’S COMMITMENT. That's hurting himself and wearing something that says I'm taken, that's slightly clamp drama couple's dynamic but in the sweetest way.

Um, excuse me, sir, where is that leg going, huh? This is so wonderful. Mo backed against the table, He Tian’s soft hands (one touching his face, the other so very close to Mo’s hip), Mo’s blushing so hard. Wow.

This was absolutely on purpose. OX knows what is doing to us. Mo looks so soft. He Tian can’t take his eyes off his lips, he’s touching them with so much tenderness and you can see how Mo is wanting, too. THESE PANELS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. I NEVER THOUGHT WE’D SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS, SO OPENLY WANTING.

and then... MO ASKS FOR WHAT HE WANTS. HE ASKS. And He Tian does as he says. That’s it. We’ve been blessed, AGAIN. SO I’M SCARED. There, I said it.

#19 days #tianshan #old xian #zhanyi #my post