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dir-khummel · 4 years

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Touch Faith || PARA

Who: Kurt & Dante ( @dantes-got-jazz )

Where: Dante’s Dorm Room

When: February 14th, 2020

Notes/Triggers: NSFW. The pair of ex-fiancés run before they learn to walk.

It was well into the night by the time Kurt decided to make his way to Dante's door. It wasn't that he didn't think he could get home on his own, but he just didn't want to be alone. He was in a panic, and being by himself did not sound like a good idea. Instead, he wandered and watched as the Valentine carnival died down, the tents and venues started to the close, and the scents started to fade. And with all this, Kurt started to do think to hard. What he just did with Harlan was so, so fun; it was much more fun than Hunter said things like this would be. But, he could feel a bundle of guilt starting to ball up, threatening to explode. Kurt never, ever did things like this. He never did one night stands, he never did the things he did tonight with Harlan- hell, he did things with Nikkolai tonight that he had never done before! Turning him down, then turning around and sucking Harlan off- Even thinking it made the buzzing words in his brain start to hurt. It wasn't fair to Nikkolai, it wasn't fair to Harlan- And to top it all off, it wasn't fair to Dante. Whatever they were doing, whatever they were together, their lack of a label- it was all weighing down on Kurt. Dante clearly still loved him, even offering a place to stay for the night. For all Kurt knew, Dante had seen everything he had done tonight, all after Kurt pushed him away. He did that on purpose; seeing an ex-fiance on Valentine's Day, acting so sweet, clearly wanting to do something together, only to turn him down and go be with someone else- Kurt felt filthy. He didn't regret that he did it, he had fun! But he was clearly leading Dante on, and he needed to fix that. Kurt made it to Dante's dorm, knocking softly.

Dante's evening was enjoyable, but uneventful. He won the date auction for Nikkolai, but besides that, his evening was tame. He retired early, heading back to his dorm. All the sugar and festivities, not to mention the cups upon cups of coffee on top of packs of gum to keep himself from smoking, had him wired. To keep some semblance of his sleep schedule, he had to pull an all-nighter. So, much like the al-nighters he would pull in high school, he logged into Star Wars; The Old Republic. No al-night venture was complete without aimlessly playing an MMORPG. He sat down to play, content in placing more of his aimlessly collected yet valuable loot in his guild treasury when a knock came on his door. He gave an away-from-keyboard prompt before standing from his desk, walking over and opening the door. His eyes went wide, opening the door further when he saw his guest. "I will be honest, I was not expecting you to arrive tonight. I assumed, after what occurred with you and Harlan, I would not be receiving a visit from you."

“How do you- Oh. The bidding.” Kurt stepped inside, arms wrapped around himself. He paced a few times before suddenly turning to Dante. “I did something, Dante, I did a lot of somethings and I am not sure how to handle them or if I even should-“ Kurt stated, his fingers tapping his arm in nervousness. “Nikkolai confessed his feelings to me. He sang to me, he wrote such amazing things in a letter, and I... I shut him down. Gently, I think, but right after, I...” He paused, looking at Dante with the panic from easier. “I know this isn’t what you, off all people, want to hear, but I have no one else. I can’t talk to my brother, he is just now living his true self, I can’t weigh him down. And Rachel- I ditched her tonight! I abandoned her! I’m a terrible fucking friend, holy shit...” Kurt rubbed at his eyes, trying not to cry.

Dante had closed the door after Kurt stepped in, knowing better than to stop Kurt when he was rolling on. Kurt was dancing around his problems, again, but considering Dante’s lack of knowledge, he let Kurt prattle on. His eyebrow raised; so, Kurt was Nikko’s crush that broke his heart. It was a sick irony that Dante ran into him when he did. The two of them had much more in common than he thought. “Woah, hey,” Dante exclaimed, coming over to Kurt and taking his hands when he started to sob. “Take it easy. If something is wrong, if you are hurt, I will listen. Just tell me what happened.” Dante looked Kurt over, a worried look on his face. “Are you injured? Nikkolai’s brother is very unstable, did he attack you?”

“What? No, he didn’t attack me- I don’t even know him!” Kurt brushed Dante’s hands off, only to grab them, put them back, then take them away again. “I’m sorry, I just-“ Kurt shook his head, sliding his fingers in his hair. “I-I did a thing I said I would never do, and now it’s done, and I feel so guilty about it because I had fun, but it is all twisted and gross, I feel like shit, but I also feel really, really good all at once. But I ran, I ran away because I thought of you and how I’m not being fair to you, and it’s fucking Valentine’s Day and-“ Kurt reached out, gripping Dante’s shirt. “Promise me you won’t be mad. I-I’m gonna say it, it is gonna hurt, but you need to not be mad at me”

Dante was not sure how to process all of this. Kurt came to him for help; not his brother, or his friends, but him. Sure, they were on good terms, but well enough to Kurt to feel safe around him like this? Dante was elated. He took Kurt's hands, removing them from his shirt, holding them softly. "I promise. Fair or not, I do not own you. Whatever you did that you think could offend me may just be you over reacting.”

Kurt was shaking in Dante's hold, his blood itching under his skin. "A-after I turned Nikko down, I went to Harlan's dorm and blew him." Kurt spat out, in a rushed sentence, clearly said quickly to not hesitate midway through. He let it settle, before continuing. "I-It wasn't that I showed up and just fell on my knees! We were flirting all night, and he asked if I wanted to see a movie with him. I said yes, and things just... happened." Kurt looked up at Dante, eyes welling up with tears. "T-That is why it isn't fair to you. We aren't together, but we never really said if we wanted to be. This whole 'label-less' thing- It is only making this more complicated. The more we drag this on, the more we do stupid things- We're going to end up hating each other." Kurt placed a hand over Dante's mouth. "And don't say you could never hate me! If I can feel the way I feel about myself right now, I know damn well you could, too!"

Dante froze. A lump formed in his throat. Kurt was sexual with someone else. Someone that, for all intents and purposes, was the exact opposite of Dante. He was a dark city kid with a love for high class. From what Dante knew of Harlan, he was a country kid, filled to the brim with hometown manners and hospitality. And his dick was in Kurt's throat. Dante was about to argue, start to debate, but Kurt's hand over his mouth made him rethink his first reaction. Kurt did have a point. They weren't together, at all. So why was Dante feeling so utterly betrayed? He reached and took Kurt's hand from his mouth, waiting a full minute before speaking, looking Kurt dead in the eye. The moments of silence were deafening. "So... What do you expect me to do about it? Hmm? How am I supposed to fix this problem, one entirely of your own creation? Because it sounds to me like you want me to excuse your actions, you are looking for validation out of me."

"What? No, I just want to be honest with you, so I don't string you along!" Kurt backed away a few steps, dread building in his gut. "You said you wouldn't get mad- and I thought we agreed on this! We agreed to not label what e are to explore and see if we wander back together. This is what you wanted!" Kurt's hands started to shake, the cold splash of reality Dante just tossed hitting him like a a tidal wave. He shook his head, crossing his arms again. "This was a mistake, I should of just gone home." Kurt spat, making his way toward the door. "Sorry for bothering you, just forget it. Forget everything, we can just end it here."

"What, you are just going to run away, like back in New York?" Dante snapped, pointing at Kurt from behind. His voiced was shaking, not in anger, but a deep, regrettable sadness. "I am not fucking around, Kurt. You want my opinion? You coming in here and telling me you were with someone else was to goad my reaction, to see just how jealous I would get. Congratulations, you manipulative bitch, I am jealous." Dante placed his hands on his hips, biting his lip a moment. "But this isn't about me, is it? You could have fucked a thousand guys tonight, yet you still wandered in here." Dante took several dominating steps forward, placing a hand on the door to keep it closed, leaning over Kurt, nearly trapping him in place. "After being a prude your entire life, you are finally cutting loose and doing what you were always scared to do. You're guilty because, just like everyone else that does what you did, you feel empty afterword. So, you go chasing after the one person that can dick you down like the dirty whore, but adore you like the prince." Dante stopped, lifting Kurt's chin so they saw eye to eye. "Am I right?"

Kurt gasped as Dante ranted and raved, his tone of voice so dark and harsh, and it made Kurt shake even more. He coward to the door, feeling so small under Dante's overbearing form. Kurt didn't reach for the door handle, though. He just stood there, taking the verbal lashing with his head down. Dante was right, he was looking for some sort of reaction out of him. It really wasn't Dante's business, yet Kurt dragged him in anyway. Kurt's eyes went wide when Dante lifted him chin up, forcing him to face the problem head on. Kurt has so unsure what else to do, no amount of words could apologize or take back what he said to Dante here, riling him up like he did. With such a lack of space between them, he did what he thought would answer the question, and more. Kurt closed the gap between them, and with a sound that can only be described as a kitten's mewl, he kissed Dante.

Dante was not surprised that Kurt kissed him when he did. They were mere inches apart, and he was clearly frustrated with himself. Kurt needed an outlet, and for whatever reason, decided to come to him instead of staying with Harlan. Dante quickly took control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into Kurt's mouth, remembering all at once the hundreds of other times they had done this. Like a dam breaking under it's own pressure, so did Dante, grabbing Kurt by the waist and pulling him closer in, away from the door. He slid a hand up Kurt's back, under his shirt, breaking the kiss to lean to his ear. His breath was hot and desperate, begging for more in unspoken heaves of his chest. "You walk out of here, this never happened. If you stay, I will make it so you cannot walk till morning."

Kurt melted into the grabbing, the hold, the fiery hand snaking it's way up his bare back. All of this was familiar, yet gut-wrenching at the same time. By coming here and saying what he said, Kurt had yet again placed Dante's head on the chopping block. Dante was slotted in the guillotine, with Kurt holding the rope. It was the proper ultimatum he robbed of them years ago; now or never. Kurt closed his eyes as Dante spoke directly into his ear, his proposition ringing in his head over and over. He could cut clean, break it off here, the proper way. They would be done, and this guilt in his gut would have no reason to exist anymore. Kurt let the tears that held on for too long free, resting his cheek against Dante's. He let out a strangled laugh, moving Dante's hands so his finger tips were barely slipping under the waist of his jeans, inches from his ass.

Dante growled, animalistic and possessive, when Kurt laughed in his ear. He lifted Kurt as if he weighed nothing, bringing him to his bed and tossing him in. Dante practically pounced on him, locking their lips, reclaiming what was once his with tongue and teeth. Dante's hands took Kurt's wrists, pining them above his head. It only took one of Dante's large hands to pin both of Kurt's, his free hand gripping the back of Kurt's hair. His hold was not tight enough to hurt, but enough to get the other man's attention. "I am being serious. We can either keep chasing each other for eternity, or you leave and start over with someone else.”

Kurt yelped in surprise when Dante grabbed him, lifting him off the ground. he couldn’t help but break into a smile at the way Dante was acting; he was like an animal, primal and fearless. Kurt accepted the kiss, feeling like each second here was another stroke of a pen on a hidden contract, signing his soul away. It was filthy, it was hot, it felt way too good to be under Dante again. He was making yet another mistake, making things complicated, but kissing Dante, fully prepared to let Dante have his way with him. When the other man stopped again, Kurt gave him a desperate look. He tried to move his arms, but Dante had them pinned, unable to move. The yanking on his hair made him yelp, his vision clouded in the building passion. Kurt licked his lips, listening to Dante's cry for clarity, for simple terms, but Kurt was not a simple person. He loved complicated, the masochist in him making him smirk. He understood clearly what Dante meant. "I get it. Do you?" Kurt lifted his leg, rubbing his thigh against Dante's growing erection. "Be mine, Valentine?"

Dante laughed at the terrible joke, sucking through his teeth as Kurt's thigh ran over his erection. He was unable to keep the intimidating face with Kurt so ready underneath him. Without another word, Dante let go of Kurt's wrists, tugging his shirt off and starting the project of removing Kurt's clothing. "Damn it, rule number one, less of this." Dante motioned to the numerous buttons, trying to be respectful and unbutton them all properly, but the urge to just rip the clothing off Kurt was growing. He finally got to the last button, done with dealing with the clothing. He unbuckled Kurt's belt, flipping him onto his stomach and lifting his hips up, sliding his jeans down so they were around his knees. Kurt would be fully naked in time, but Dante was done waiting. He leered over Kurt, reaching around to stroke Kurt's hard cock. He found it already leaking precum, making his chuckle darkly in his throat. "What, did blowing him turn you on?"

Kurt shook his head, moving his thigh up and down as Dante tried undressing him. His stomach was on fire with a violent passion, and he could tell he was beyond hard in his jeans. A part of him wanted this to be slow and gentle, but the louder part of his brain wanted Dante to hurry up already. "It's part of the fun, the antici-" Kurt was cut off when Dante flipped him ripping his pants down. Kurt looked back at Dante, a smirk on his lips. He wiggled his hips a moment. "-pation, oh!" Kurt squeaked at the end, feeling Dante's large hand take hold of his cock. He knew he was hot when sucking Harlan off, but he didn't know it was this bad. Damn skinny jeans. Kurt groaned, leaned back so his bare ass pressed to Dante's clothed erection. "S-so what if it did, he had never gotten one from a guy before! He was like putty in my hands!"

Dante rolled his eyes, reaching for his night stand to find his bottle of lube ad Kurt recounted his encounter with Harlan. It made him snarl in jealousy- No matter, he'll have his cock in Kurt's mouth before morning light. Dante will wash him clean whatever hands had been palming him all night, with sweat and tears of passion. He leaned back and looked at Kurt, smirking at the sight of his hips swaying, his ass swinging back and forth. "You do realize you look ridiculous like this." Dante could tell what was happening. Like finding an old hoodie that still fits perfectly, they were sliding into their old banter, their old dirty talk from way back when. The sarcasm, the joking, the laughter mingled with moaning; so much for the plans of carnivorous passion. Their unique way of doing things was resurfacing again. And even though Dante still planned to keep Kurt up all night, it was less in a sense of revenge or malice, but their simple passion. Dante flipped Kurt back over, showing him the bottle of lube. "Last chance." he said, his free hand slowly stroking Kurt's member up and down.

Kurt grunted when he was manhandled, yet again, looking at what was in Dante's hand, his hips bending upward when Dante took a hold on his cock again. At this point, all the safety checks were annoying him. He sat up, leaning forward and taking Dante's lips again, sneaking his tongue into Dante's mouth to make sure the message was loud and clear. He pulled away, his lips a bit bruised now with all the making out he had done that day. He slid his mouth to Dante's ear, biting the lobe before letting it go, one of his hands sliding down to Dante's crotch, palming his cock in his boxer briefs. "Just because I was called Porcelain in high school doesn't mean I am made of it. I want you to fuck me. Is that direct enough for you?"

Dante was surprised at the sudden kiss, but took it in stride, letting Kurt explore his mouth, tasting all he could. His breath was hot when they disconnected again, Dante chuckling when Kurt bit his ear and spoke softly into it. "Got you." He said, his words punctuated with the opening of the cap off the lube, shivering under Kurt's touch on his member. He spun Kurt on his stomach again, this time showing he finally decided on position by sliding his newly lubed fingers between Kurt's plump cheeks. It was a dance he knew well, he had done this to Kurt so many times, but it was no less exciting. He felt like he was achieving a victory, like his saved time was finally being paid off. His heart was nearly imploding; he had Kurt in his bed, actually begging to get fucked. This was indeed a victory. Dante decided to quit with the inner monologue, leaning over Kurt again and carefully sliding a finger into Kurt's puckered hole. Familiar warmth, familiar tightness, familiar position. He watched for any discomfort as he slid the digit in and out, slowly.

Kurt moaned out when, finally, Dante got out of whatever headspace he was in and started to actually work Kurt open. This was nothing like blowing Harlan earlier. Then, he was nervous, second guessing every movement, every pause, every breath. But here, he was desperate, nearly begging for Dante to hurry up. He keened at Dante's first finger; he hadn't done this in years, not even by himself. Yet, Dante's body over his, his scent on the sheets, he hands on him- Shit, he was sure this was the same brand of lube they used. Everything was like retracing steps, relearning how to ride a bike. Kurt started to move his hips in time with Dante's fingers; something in his stomach aching for more. Without speaking, Kurt's motioned asked for faster, harder, and was given it. His eyes went wide when another finger was added, looking down to peak at Dante. "D-did your fingers get bigger or am I just going crazy?"

Dante let out a single laugh, working his two fingers in and out. "You are willingly letting me fuck you. That qualifies as crazy. And tight." Dante added a little more lube to his fingers when we moved to add a third finger. He wanted to coax more sounds, more moans out of Kurt's precious mouth. "Come now, darling, do not hold out on me. You used to sing symphonies for me, let your voice out." Dante thought a moment, smirking just out of Kurt's view. He turned his hand downward, curling his fingers in a soft swirling motion, watching Kurt's reaction intently.

"W-what, do you mean, I am practically a steam engine here, if I huff anymore I'll- Ah!" Kurt stopped mid-sentence, feeling just what Dante was aiming at. He found it, with ease. His fingers curled directly against his prostate, the strength in his arms failing as his face pressed into the pillows. The noises coming out of him were attempts at words, lost halfway out of his mouth, resembling broken mewls and missing moans being let free. "Y-You jerk," Kurt got out, just enough to bury his face into the pillow, hiding his vibrant cheeks and neck.

A self-satisfied chuckle signaled Dante's purposeful playing, removing his fingers when he felt he had done enough. Finally, Dante dropped his boxer briefs to the floor, his cock standing hard and tall. He took the time he needed to cover his cock in lube to admire is handy-work. Kurt was a mess, and Dante was not even halfway done with him. He returned to the bed, placing one hand on Kurt's waist, and the other holding his cock just outside Kurt's entrance. "I'm coming in.”

Kurt waited. And waited. And waited even more as Dante readied himself behind him. He was about to ask him to hurry when he felt his large hands on him. Kurt nodded when Dante started to push in, so blissed out from his expert fingering he could hardly form a sentence. He was clearly further along than he thought; once's Dante's cock slid deeper and deeper in, Kurt keened. As if on queue with Dante bottoming out, fully seated inside, Kurt's back arched, his first orgasm softly rippling through him in a slow, rhythmic wave. He chased it, like a dog chases a rabbit. He carefully move his hips back and forth, settling down a minute later, reaching back to grab Dante's wrist when he gained some of his sanity. "N-not a word out of you."

Dante watched in fascination as Kurt came on his cock, ignoring the fact they forgot to put something over his sheets to protect them from such a feat. He was watching Kurt practically use him like a toy to chase it, Dante unable to stop himself from laughing in absolute joy when Kurt demanded he not speak. "You are kidding, right? If it is still this easy to make you cum, I am going to exploit it. Now," Dante, with one hand on Kurt's hip, the other on his upper back. "Just relax and look pretty. Maybe I can get another out of you." Dante teased, starting his thrusts, in and out, methodical and slow in speed. He watched as Kurt's hole gripped his cock, a sight he admired since their first time. He was silent, not much of a moaner, not wanting to cause any noise pollution that could hinder Kurt's luminous sounds.

Kurt was still shivering from his first orgasm when Dante started thrusting, drawing further gasps and moans out of him. There was no way he could speak in that moment, overcome with the pleasure from Dante's consistent pace. It was a constant drag in and out, against parts of him so secret. He still had a hold on Dante's wrist for stability if nothing else. His brain was flying, thinking about everything and nothing. Blowing Harlan, then how he was in Dante's bed. Then thinking about how taboo this was, then not caring anymore when Dante angled his hips just right. Caught up in how probably was going to regret this in the morning, then hoping they were still doing this in the morning when a particular nerve had him moaning out again. Thinking about how busy his head was, then going utter blank all in a matter of moments. He had no clue how long they had been at this, but soon enough, a coil in his stomach started to curl, along with his fingers gripping the sheets. "D-Dante, I'm gonna-"

Dante, as much as he would hate to admit it, was out of practice. This first roll in the sheets was going a lot faster than he hoped. He had not been with anyone since Kurt left, and no amount of masturbation could prepare anyone for just how unique Kurt was in bed. His little mewls and cries encouraged Dante to do better, but at the same time were his weakness. Dante could tell Kurt was approaching his second orgasm of the night when he clenched down on Dante's dick, which was not helping with his own state. He was letting out periodical grunts, a sheen of sweat on his skin from the physical excursion. Dante draped his body over Kurt's back, reaching around again to take hold of Kurt's cock. "T-together, darling. With me." Dante rasped out, his pace increasing in tempo.

It wasn't Kurt's concern if they came at the same time; he had no choice in the matter. Dante's hand on him weeping cock, paired with the ravaging of his ass, and he was gone, eyes rolling in the back of his head with a weak whimper. He had no body strength left, collapsing to the bed, residing to let Dante do the heavy lifting. He had stars in his eyes, and sweat everywhere else. He was sticky, and honestly could not imagine anywhere else he'd like to be, coasting the ride of his orgasm. When he could feel his toes again, he tried to move, only to find he was pin underneath the other man. He tried to turn his head to see, but only saw the black mass of hair as a welcome. He smiled, tapping the crown of his head twice. "You're still in me." he said casually, his voice raspy an hoarse from all the moaning he had done already.

Dante lost the feeling in his legs when he finally came, collapsing on top of Kurt. There initial burst of pleasure slowly faded, Dante tenderly placed kisses to Kurt's shoulder as the aftershocks raced through him. The tapping on his head had him looking up, smirking softly. "Really? I could not tell," Dante joked, thrusting in one more time for good measure before pulling out and rolling onto his back. He brought Kurt with him, chest to chest. Dante cupped Kurt's cheek softly, his eyes overflowing with admiration. He let out a breath of heartfelt disbelief. "Be your valentine? That is your inviting line?"

Kurt let Dante turn him over, Kurt now using Dante as the mattress, considering their size difference. He rolled his eyes. "I was trying to shut you up!" Kurt teased, leaning his face into Dante's hand. It was blissful, for all of a few seconds, before his relaxed smile faded into a concerned frown. He lifted his head, raising his upper body on his right arm so his body weight was no longer relying on Dante for support. He looked at the bed, the mess they made, their lack of dress, the sweat on their skin; he just fucked his ex. He manipulated his ex into sleeping with him. His heart rate started to pick up, finally looking Dante into the eyes with a new look of shock and horror on his face. "We just... We, ah..."

"No, no, you dare not." Dante exclaimed, able to see right away what was going on in Kurt's head from the swiftness of his eyes, to the vanishing smile on his face. Dante lifted himself onto his forearms, moving his head to get Kurt's attention. "I can see what you are doing. You are going to start rationalizing and coming up with excuses for what just happened. Fuck that." Dante, took Kurt's left hand, holding it tightly. "You wanted this, I asked you over and over if this is what you wanted. You said yes. You wanted to have sex, Kurt. It is completely natural. Better yet, you skipped out on someone else to have sex with me." Perhaps it was the post-coital bliss, but Dante was on the moon, overflowing with happiness and love for the man currently on top of him. "We had fun, Kurt. I love doing this with you, I love giving you what you want. There is no need to think so hard, just enjoy yourself."

"But it has to be more than that! it is so much more complicated than where you put your dick!" Kurt argued, his shoulders shaking in scared realization at what they did. "T-Things were already on thin ice with us, we only just got onto speaking terms, and I used being with someone else to get with you- I used you to get off! Doesn't that piss you off? Aren't you mad at me?" He looked Dante over, seeing his blissful smile, the lack of stress in his body language, making his own shoulders slump. "...Why aren't you mad at me?”

Dante shook his head, moving Kurt so he sat on the bed, able to sit up properly and look him dead on. "I am not mad because after waiting for years, literal years, I just had sex with the love of my life." Dante waved his hand away, as if to shoo away some invisible bother. "Humans manipulating each other happens all the time, it is part of our nature. And yes, I got pissed, I am jealous. I would really like it if you didn't do it again, but I also understand that I don't own you. We aren't together. I wish you finally would see that we can try again, and finally use those labels we are avoiding, but I will settle for now with knowing I had the pleasure of sharing your evening." Dante ran his fingers in Kurt's hair. "Besides, if you manipulating me means I get you in my bed, please, do it more often.

Kurt let out a crushed breath as Dante let out his reason for such irresponsible happiness. 'Love of his life.' Kurt didn't deserve that title, yet here they sat, covered in each other's fluids, behaving just like they did years ago, all because Kurt put his prudish behaviors aside for a single night. Dante's fingers in his hair were a stabilizing force, cracking a smile at Dante's last line, covering his face in shame and disbelief the man would say such a thing. Again, Kurt found himself unable to find words, instead leaning forward to taking Dante's lips in a sweet, tender kiss. It was hurting at this point to kiss, the sheer number of how many he shared today able to outshine his past two years combined, but he didn't care. He pushed Dante back onto the bed, finally peeling off his boots and tugging the jeans that were trapped around his ankles onto the floor, breaking the kiss when he was properly straddling the other man. "Is this manipulating enough?"

Dante took the kiss at Kurt's pace, letting him lead their dance for now. It was soft yet powerful, much like Kurt himself. Dante laid back onto the bed at Kurt's push, watching with a chuckle in his throat as Dante's forgotten task to actually get Kurt completely naked was completed. Dante ran a hand up Kurt's chest when the other man towered above him, a devious smile growing on his face. He tossed his hands up in fake defeat, still beside himself this was even happening at all. "You've got me."

#para; dante #joievday #//i tried to find all the typos but it is 1 am and this is too good to wait to post

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character study » bruce wayne / batman

** This really is a very very very long post. But it’s thorough, going from 1940 to 2018...you can reblog or bookmark if this serves as any point of reference. I feel like I just wrote a whole dissertation on my OTP.

As unfortunate as it sounds, Catwoman would not exist without Batman. The story of the Bat & the Cat is a tale as old as time, starting with the very first issue of Batman back in 1940. Their relationship is characterized as volatile and passionate, full of thrill-seeking, competition, and regret. But with the culmination of a 78-year old relationship coming on July 4th, I thought it’d be a good time to talk about what role Bruce Wayne and Batman play for Selina Kyle and Catwoman. I’ll include some notes about my own interpretation and my own ideas, but this is all source material, 99% from the comics.

Back in Batman #1, we are introduced to three distinct villains: Hugo Strange, the Joker, and Catwoman. Catwoman is naturally nothing like the other two, posing a much less considerable threat to Batman than they do. He catches her on a boat (which begins Bruce’s adamant stance that they first met on a boat) disguised as an elderly woman trying to steal a $500,000 diamond necklace.

He should’ve been able to turn her in, but alas, in Batman fashion, he does not try very hard -- saying something about ‘lovely eyes’ before watching her speed away on a boat, totally smitten. Typical. So the Catwoman appeared in several comics during the 1940s, used to add a layer of sex appeal to the Batman comics.

Then some bullshit called the Comics Code Authority effectively banned Catwoman from the comics from 1954 to 1966, citing a violation of the rules of female characters, seduction, and illicit sex relations in comic books. I’m glad that thing is not in use anymore.

So during this time, how were the writers going to appeal to their female readers who “were only interested in romance”? They brought in Kate Kane, Batwoman 1 (but not his cousin but his aunt-by-marriage ?) and married her to Batman.

Needless to say this was a big flop. They ended up scrapping it and calling it one of “Dick’s Dreams”. The larger effect this had on Batman lore was that it ultimately poised Batman to be a solitary figure without room for a serious or committed relationship.

Surprisingly, though, Bruce Wayne does get involved, quite seriously, with Selina Kyle (knowing she is Catwoman, in an attempt to -- you guessed it -- rehabilitate her) to the point where she falls in love with him and decides to leave Batman. But, unsurprisingly, this relationship does not last very long.

The Silver and Bronze Age (c. 1956-1985) of DC Comics, like most other periods in DC Comics, was an unstable and ever-changing period with re-prioritizations and re-imaginings. This meant that, naturally, Bruce and Selina’s relationship would be difficult to pin down, therefore starting a legacy of the “on-again, off-again” dynamic.

Throughout this period, though she sometimes helped him, Selina continued to act like a criminal, and was portrayed as increasingly obsessed with the Bat and having the goal of marrying him. Batman, on the other hand, was preoccupied with “rehabilitating” her -- whatever that really means, you sly fox.

That last one was a dream, but what a guest list, amirite??

But the Bat, according to the writers, isn’t really the marrying type. Not on Prime Earth, anyway. So, to salvage their female readership, the Batman team introduces Earth-Two, where Bruce and Selina marry and have Helena. It can’t go without angst, though, and naturally Selina dies young at the hands of a blackmailer, causing their daughter to become the Huntress.

Now, here’s where the Crisis on Infinite Earths (1985) resets everything. This is going to happen more than once, so buckle up. So now we go to Frank Miller’s Batman: Year One, where Selina Kyle is introduced as a ?? dominatrix-esque prostitute ?? who just casually decided to put on the Catsuit. (As you might tell, I am not a fan.)

This is where Selina’s version of how they met, “on the street”, comes about. Bruce is disguised as Matches Malone, doing his thing in the East End, when he gets involved in a scuffle with Stan, the Pimp, and accidentally whacks Holly. Selina, watching from her apartment, jumps in. Literally. And the two get into a nice little fight.

It’s during this period where Selina is more involved with serving her own brand of justice, which I am a fan of. Now, from 1985 to 2002, nothing particularly notable happens for the Bat and the Cat. What I mean is, Selina skirts on the fence between crime and justice, Batman stops her, sometimes imprisons her, and tries to change her.

Some things to note, though, during this period, Batman’s genuine belief in how good a person Selina really is starts to really shine through. It’s around this time that Selina’s pre-Crisis infatuation for the Bat melts away to genuine love. A sort of friendship built around familiarity and understanding begins to blossom between them, too, so even when they were “off” they still cared for one another. And naturally, sexual tension was always there.

They do their game of cat-and-mouse for almost two decades before Hush comes around. And Hush changes everything! I could do a character study on the Hush arc alone, but i’ll try to truncate it as much as possible.

So we start out with he same old cat-and-mouse game, where Batman doesn’t turn Catwoman in, and Bruce dates Selina in real life because she’s one of the few people he actually cares for, both in and out of suit. His feelings for Selina become a liability as he’s constantly having to choose between saving her and staying with the mission. Selina, on the other hand, is not a fan of losing the bad guy.

And this is the first time we really have a post-Crisis Bat admitting his feelings for Selina, especially after Talia beat her to a pulp. (Mind you, these are two different scenes.) The biggest thing to happen in Hush, though, aside from Batman and Catwoman “finally” kissing--

which is that kiss ! (the very one that got made into a collector’s figurine, sigh)

where he realizes how truly lonely he is :’( and he can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the mission :’)

-- is that Bruce reveals his identity to Selina, which was the ultimate testament of his trust for her. And this changes everything hereafter, because now Selina knows he’s Bruce Wayne.

Anyway, Selina isn’t about to just jump in and be Bruce’s love interest because everything with Bruce and Selina is complicated and never easy and they can never be happy apparently. So they fight at the end of Hush and Bruce, naturally, overanalyzes their relationship so, basically, they break up (until he’s ready). Nice.

But it’s not over yet! Tommy Elliot, aka Hush, realizes throughout this whole thing how truly important Selina is to Bruce. So, naturally, he targets her and steals her heart! Not in a fun, rom-com sort of way. He literally steals her beating heart to mess with Bruce. Talk about fucked up.

... quite literally. But, fortunately for us readers, it leads us to the biggest ?? confession of love from Batman. Y’all can cry with me as I did when I read this.

Bitch ! I cry every time. Ok, so moving on from Hush.

We already talked about Helena, but it should be worth noting that Bruce, though often busy, played as much an active role as he could in giving Selina help. And this, naturally, added another layer of trust and love in their relationship.

Alright, so for the next nine years, Bruce and Selina share plenty of sweet moments outside of the cowl, usually beneath the pretense that they aren’t their nocturnal personas and that they can be normal for once.

Selina’s always wanting to leave Gotham and leave behind her life as Catwoman, but Bruce is the one thing that really keeps her there so, naturally, she’s always trying to get him to leave it with her.

(But we all know that’s a pipe dream.)

And as an add-on to that same “let’s pretend we’re not Bat and Cat” trope, here’s one of the sweetest scenes in BatCat history, from Catwoman v3 #32:

And during their date, Selina tells him she doesn’t remember ever hearing him laugh like that. And he says:

That’s not to say their sweet moments are limited to being de-cowled. There are several times where Selina has pushed Bruce to try to be in touch with his human side, to be vulnerable, to feel. Because he’s the type to lock himself up in the Bat-Persona and forget who Bruce really is.

All is fine and dandy in the world of the Bat and the Cat, until the New 52 reboot comes about. Then, like most things in the New 52, it all went to shit. Batman and Catwoman’s relationship lost the element of trust that Hush had instilled with Bruce revealing his identity. Selina was depicted as more neurotic than she actually is and without the depth of emotion she felt for Batman/Bruce.

I still think it’s worth mentioning because ?? it changed so much for them in the most recent depictions. And y’all should be aware of everything, even the bad.

It was a hyper sexualized arc that I personally did not enjoy. I don’t think anyone really enjoyed anything from the New 52 but hey.

Like ?? Really? Anyway, this is why we don’t recognize that. Don’t even talk about it.

So. Moving on to Rebirth. I won’t go too in-depth here because it’s the most current thing and I’m sure most of y’all are aware of what’s happening, but I will include some key panels.

In short: Catwoman is accused of killing 237 terrorists who blow her old orphanage. Batman knows she’s innocent, but can’t prove it, so he takes her in. He then needs her help to beat Bane, and he also wants to work out her case to prove her innocence, so he breaks her out of death row and employs her help. She helps him, everything works out. Then, Gotham Girl (a new superhero) starts talking to him about what he wants/needs and he realizes how lonely he really is and what it is that he’s lacking.

Naturally, some several issues later, she says yes and the BatCat wedding is set to July 4th.

Another great thing that Tom King did was really encapsulate how well Selina understands Bruce. (Though I’m not a fan of the whole women-fighting-over-a-man thing, I think this was used to convey how Selina knows him best? But that’s just my interpretation.)

A whole bunch of stuff happens and will happen from now till then, but this is where we are now. My two babies, getting some sort of closure after almost 80 years. And I really do hope it works out, because their Earth-Two counterparts seem really happy:

(Though I still don’t know how they ended up in that position ^ )

And, of course, I couldn’t go without mentioning the Bat and the Cat in their final years.

In conclusion: Throughout the past eighty years, the reboots, and the relaunches, the one thing that has remained constant has been their interconnectedness. Whether on opposite sides of the law or on the same team -- the similarities of their desires and fears, their common pain and their inescapable trauma, kept them coming back to one another. Bruce likes to think that he and Selina are very different (and to some degree, they are) but they’re both “creatures of the night” who aren’t entirely on the legal side of things. They get one another. They need one another. Selina brings out a part of his humanity; she gives him love, life, and laughter. Bruce, in turn, puts faith in her character that Selina has never had for herself. He makes her believe that she’s more than where she came from and she’s more than what she’s done.

For Selina, Bruce will always be her one true love, whether she’s with him or not. For Bruce, I’d like to think, like Tommy said, that Selina was the only one to truly hold his heart (but I’m very biased hehe). In my eyes, they’ll always be friends, if not lovers, due to their shared history, their experiences, and all that they have sacrificed.

#this took me....so many...... hours #if only i put as much effort into my school work as i did with this LOL #tbh i feel like i didn't add enough nuance #but there's sO MUCH SOURCE MATERIAL #i picked the most important/salient panels #this is the longest thing i've ever written #and i didn't get to talk about injustice at all #smh #or the playboy and the socialite dynamic #damn #( from the first kiss to the last (xx. batcat) )#「 CH. STUDY 」she’s got nine lives (she’s gonna need all of them).

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HEARTBREAK Part 2

Bucky X Reader X Pietro

Summary: After Bucky breaks up with you, he goes back to your room to get all his things back. He then says that he regrets breaking up with you and wants you back. But the mess he left you in was too much too handle. Broken and a little famished you find yourself in the kitchen where a certain speedster makes a bold move.

A/N: HI!! Sorry it took so long for me to post this. I didn’t have much time to get into writing last month because of my finals and theatre. Please don’t hate me. If you guys want to be tagged in the next chapter just drop me a message. I add and remove by request. :)

Warning: fluff. angst? emotional stuff really.

Part 1, X, 3, 4

MASTERLIST!!

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There was a long while before you got used to the tower. What made it bearable was seeing him every day and it filled you with every bit of emotion you could feel. It was two months after your first arrival at the tower that you noticed him acting different around you. He started getting nervous around you a lot and he tried to avoid eye contact a lot, and you swear you could see him blush a bit whenever you talk to him. It made your heart melt every time you think that he could feel the same way.

It wasn’t until your fifth month in the tower that you started getting flowers at your door every morning with a sweet note attached. “Good morning, doll.” “Good luck on your mission today, hope you get back safe.” It was a different note and type of flower each day. It was easy finding out it was him because of his pet name for you and that you asked FRIDAY to show you security cameras. You approached him after a week of receiving flowers every day. That’s when he asked you out on your first date. He took you to a nice little restaurant for dinner and then a stroll around central park. You lied down on the grass admiring the stars together.

It was on your third date that he asked you to be his girlfriend. From then on you two were inseparable. He took you on dates every now and then, it was romantic. He’d think of new ways to make you feel like a princess every date. One time he took you to a 1940’s themed dance and he taught you how to dance, it was the first time you saw how Bucky was before he became the Winter Soldier. That was when you first spent the night in his room taking things to a more intimate level. Everything was pure bliss, it was smooth sailing for two years until you felt him becoming distant.

You feel the tears streaming down again as you reminisce. Last night was just a confusing mess. You turn to the side of your bed where he usually lies, it still smells like him. You can’t deny the fact that you miss him, but you can’t really do anything about it now. You hear the door open but you don’t have the strength to sit up. You were a broken mess without him and last night didn’t really help at all. Sure you were bound to move on someday, and you know you have yet to explore your feelings for the silver-haired Maximoff, but today wasn’t that day. It wasn’t going to happen in a flash, you needed time.

“Hey. I’m just here to get my stuff.” You hear his voice echo in the room. You abruptly sit up and wipe the tears off of your face.

“Go ahead, they’re right where you left them.” You say as you bite your lip to try to stop yourself from crying again.

He moves around the room and your eyes follow his every movement. He stops suddenly and lets out an exasperated sigh. He turns to face you and brushes his hair with one hand.

“Look, (y/n), I’m sorry. I don’t really want to do this.” He says as he sits down on the bed with his back facing you.

“If you want I’ll just take your stuff out myself and have them by your door tomorrow morning if you really can’t do this with me here.” You say coldly, still trying to suppress your tears.

“That’s not what I meant.” He says as he slouches down a bit.

“Then what?” you look at him questioningly.

“I mean breaking up with you. It was a mistake. I admit I had an affair with Natasha and it turned into a secret relationship. I thought I lost interest in you so I broke things off when I was on that mission. But then on the way back to the tower I got to thinking whether or not I did the right the thing. Then when I got back and saw you with Maximoff it just dawned on me. I don’t want to break up with you.” He says with his back still facing you. You feel your tears streaming down again.

“Then why the f*ck did you?!” You scream as you get up from the bed and start pacing the room. He avoids looking you in the eyes.

“Because I… it doesn’t matter why. I take it back, (y/n). I want YOU back.” He says still avoiding your eyes.

“That’s just it? I’m not some toy you can you just leave somewhere when you get bored and go back to when you want to play with it again! I have feelings too, Buck! And guess what, you hurt me pretty badly!” You scream at him as you’re still pacing the room.

“I know I hurt you and I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I love you, (y/n).” He says now locking eyes with you, but you avoid his gaze.

“I love you too, Buck. I want to fix us, really I do, but I need time to breathe. I don’t think I can do this right now. Just…get out. Please?” You say looking down as your tears fall. He walks towards you.

“(y/n)…” He says as he tries to wipe your tears away with his hands but you push him away.

“I SAID GET OUT!” You scream as you grab the nearest object and throw it to the other side of the room. Luckily it fell on a pile of laundry so it didn’t really break.

Bucky walks towards the door and looks back at you before he leaves your room. You stood there looking at the ground. You drop to the floor in tears once you heard the door shut close. It took you a couple of hours before you completely stopped.

It was a quarter to midnight when you realize that you haven’t really eaten the whole day. You figured that everyone else was sleeping so you decide to leave your room to get a snack. You walk to the kitchen and find Pietro sitting on one of the islands. His back was to you. You didn’t really want to talk to him at the moment because of how messed you felt. You were silently about to retreat when your own stomach betrayed you. He looks back as he chuckles.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be here. I should just go.” You say as you hesitantly turn your back to him. Within a blink of an eye he was already standing in front of you.

“I don’t think you should, Printessa.” He says as he brings you to the table.

“Pietro I –“ before you could finish what you were about to say you had takeout from your favorite restaurant in front of you.

“You have not left your room all day. So I am guessing you have not eaten a single a thing, no?” He says as he raises an eyebrow at you. That thick accent of his making you focus on every single word he says.

“Caught me. Thanks, Piet.” You say as you open one of the takeout boxes.

You eat in silence as Pietro sits in front of you. You notice a smile creeping on his face as he’s starting to stare at you. You look at him with an eyebrow raised and suddenly he’s out of his trance and his cheeks get tinted with a deep shade of red.

“I was uhhh…” He says but he couldn’t find an excuse.

“Staring?” You finish his sentence.

“Yes. I mean I wasn’t. I was just…just admiring how beautiful you are, printessa.” He says as he smirks. A tint of red still on his cheeks.

“Again with the compliments, Maximoff? I’m starting to think you’re hitting on me.” You chuckle as you put away your takeout.

“What if I am?” He says with a sudden kick of confidence.

“Then you have to try harder than that.” You laugh as you walk towards the fridge to get a drink. Before you could reach the door he blocks your path.

“That’s not what happened last night, (y/l/n).” He said as he smirked. His arms crossed.

“Shut up. To my defense, you lead me on. I am actually going through something.” You roll your eyes and around him.

“You were the one who bought it.” He says and you turn around to face him.

“Hey! I was emotionally unstable you jerk.” You joke as you cross your arms.

“I’m sorry, Printessa. Normally I don’t hit on girls with the “it’s complicated” status because well, it really is complicated. But somehow with you I want to take that risk.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Wow. I appreciate your efforts, Piet, I really do. But I hope you understand that I’m still getting my shit together. I want to sort things within myself before I go into another relationship. If you want to start things with me you have to wait. “ You say as you wrap your arms around yourself as you look at the ground.

“With you I’m willing to wait a lifetime. You matter a whole lot to me, Printessa. And I bet you’re going to look gorgeous by my side in about a week.” He says as he walks closer to you.

“Are you trying to say something, Maximoff? If you are, just spit it out.” You say as you look up at him and put one hand on your hip.

“Stark’s party next week. I’ll pick you up at eight.” He says smugly.

“What if I say no?” You say as you turn your back to him and get a can of cola from the fridge.

“Then I’ll give you a reason to say yes.” He says and with blink of an eye he has his face only an inch in distance to yours.

Part 3 will be up on Friday next week

There might be some smut on the next chapter. ;)

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nickireadstfc · 7 years

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The Raven King, Chapter 10 – Really Just A Whole Lot Of Dialogue (or: the Thanksgiving Prelude)

In which we finally get the Beautiful Murderous Snowflake content we deserve, the canonical gayness picks up speed, past predictions are confirmed, future ones are wildly formed and Neil discovers his new Powers of Persuasion.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Raven King.

Hold yourselves – it’s not time for the epic Thanksgiving shenanigans y’all have been warning me about yet. Instead, we get a nice lil in-between chapter which really just consists of Neil talking to people.

Seriously. There is so much talking. This chapter is like 80% pure dialogue.

However, I am not minding one bit because –

MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED.

THE RENEE CONTENT IS HERE.

Side note: I read this on the way to a convention while literally dressed as Renee. It was very, very surreal.

“Last year Andrew took a few of us out to Eden’s Twilight one at a time,” Renee said. “You now know why Andrew invited Matt. He invited Dan to see if she was a woman worth following on the court. He asked me because he, like you, didn’t buy into this front.” She gestured at her face and rested her fingertips on her cross necklace. “He wanted the truth, so I told him.”

Oh, boy.

Oh, BOY.

Remember how I kept calling her my murderous snowflake earlier on?

Yeah. ABOUT THAT.

Apparently, Murderous Snowflake was in some pretty deep shit in a gang in Detroit – and we’re not talking the cute, ‘maybe we’ll spray a graffiti here or there’, squad-type gang, but the violent, ‘each of us owns a private collection of butterfly knives’, ‘they’re pretty sweet actually’, ‘also we’ll kill your family and your dog’, ‘with our butterfly knives’-type.

Fortunately for her, she got caught, had a nice lil time in juvie and was then adopted by Actual Angel Mom Stephanie Walker, despite the fact that her rebellious ass has tortured over a dozen foster people before her.

Also she’s responsible for the death of her mom and her boyfriend by putting them in jail where they were beaten to death.

Oh, what’s that? Oh, guys, this just in: I FREAKIN CALLED IT.

I AM AWESOME AT PREDICTING ALL THE THINGS.

Renee Walker, everybody - Murderous Snowflake, Cute But Deadly, Deliverer of Punches, Baker of Cookies, Owner of My Fucking Heart.

Renee hadn’t exaggerated when she said she and Andrew were a lot alike. They had violent, unstable upbringings thanks to their mothers and spent time in both juvie and the foster system. Their paths split irrevocably after their respective adoptions. Renee let Stephanie shape her into a decent human being and atones for her past brutality whereas Andrew murdered his mother the first chance he got.

Ahh, it’s been way too long without any character parallels for me to cry over. <3

WHY ARE THE GOALIE BFFS THE BEST PLATONIC SHIP IN THIS ENTIRE SERIES MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS.

Speaking of shipping!

My boy Neil apparently hasn’t gotten the ‘platonic’ memo yet.

“Why haven’t you asked him out?” (…)

“What is all this about, if you don’t mind me asking?” she asked. “You’ve never seemed interested before.”

Why do I have a hunch Renee will fucking captain the Andreil ship.

Anyone fancy some spontaneous Fox Feels™ in between?

Neil grasped for a good way to explain. He didn’t want to tell her he’d spent Friday night thinking about dying. He hadn’t wanted to think about a future he didn’t have, so he stood at the railing and thought about his teammates instead. (…)

They’d never be perfect, but they were going to be all right. They’d come to the Foxhole Court as fractured messes but they were fixing each other one semester at a time.

And if you look to your right, you’ll see me crying in a fucking corner.

I love :’( my fox babies :( so much :’(( what the fc u k k kkkkkk !!!!!!

I’ve just spent all weekend with a beautiful Andrew and Neil, my emotional ass is fresh out of feels hell and this has dragged me right the fuck back in.

“If you can say ‘no’ so easily to me, why haven’t you set anyone else straight yet?”

“It’s complicated,” Renee said, “and we profit more from silence.”

Apparently, the Goalie BFFs are also the Scamming BFFs as they cash in on bets made on them with Allison’s help.

You guys have no idea how much this amuses me.

It’s scamming for a good cause, in Renee’s case. Still. What a bunch of lil savvy shits <3

And then – this.

“When I said I wasn’t Andrew’s type, I meant it. It’s not about my looks or faith. It’s that I’m a woman.”

I would have a really sweet surprised freakout over this, except for the fact that Andreil being endgame was the only fucking thing I knew about this series before starting it.

So I’m not exactly off my socks about this dramatic revelation.

Still – HELLO, MORE CANON GAY CHARACTERS. <3

“Oh. Then Andrew and Kevin – “

Renee laughed and waved that off. “Oh, no. You’ll meet Kevin’s girlfriend later this year, I’m sure.”

Aww. So glad to hear he and Exy made it official <3

No but for real. Kevin has a GIRLFRIEND?!?!?!?!

“Kevin doesn’t have a girlfriend. He’s under too much scrutiny from the press and his fans to hide that sort of thing.”

And he’s also probably got an Exy ball where his romantic heart is supposed to be.

Funnily enough, my suggestions of Orange Sportsball being Kevin’s girlfriend turn out to be not that far off – he’s dating Thea Muldani, an Ex-raven who is now playing on the national Court.

I’m sure she’ll appear at some point later. I don’t actually care much about this as of yet. Next!

He didn’t know what [Renee] and Andrew talked abut when they stood off by themselves. Thinking it was Exy strategies was laughable. Imaginig them having a serious conversation about Andrew’s closeted sexuality was equally impossible.

They talk about boys, knives, the hottest new all-black clothes and how best to scam their teammates. Duh.

Also headcanon that Andrew is the one who re-dyes Renee’s hair when her roots start to show up. Don’t question it. Just imagine it.

“If you are as like us as we first predicted you to be, perhaps one day you can also come to see me as a friend. (…) Andrew understands me, and I him. It’s comforting knowing someone else has been where we once were. If either Andrew or I can help you, please know we are here.”

Did I mention I love Renee a heckin’ hell of a lot recently??

Did I??

DID I???????

“Maybe now that I’ve sated your curiosity you can help me. I need a boy’s opinion on gifts for Aaron and Andrew. For their birthday – (…) they didn’t celebrate it last year, and Nicky says they haven’t celebrated it since they moved in together, but hopefully this one is different.”

TWINYARDS BIRTHDAY HECK YEAH.

I wanna know what mystery gifts Renee got them. I need to know.

Also, I hope they’re throwing them a surprise party. I can see entirely no way this can go wrong in the slightest. Oh well.

However, it’s not birthday time yet – and it’s also not Thanksgiving time yet, which a lot of you have been warning me about.

(Seriously. Y’all are MENTAL over it. What the fuck is happening on Thanksgiving. It can’t be that bad.)

(I have a feeling I’ll be eating my words in a few days’ time).

First, it’s time for – you guessed it – even more dialogue!

“I’m two seconds away from being dead,” Nicky said. “Mom just called to wish Andrew and Aaron a happy birthday.”

Considering the fact that Nicky’s parents are Prime Grade A Assholes, this is not exactly peachy news.

“Why did she call, really?” Neil asked.

“To invite us home for Thanksgiving dinner.”

Whomp – there it is.

Seriously. What will happen. I’m so intrigued.

“If I go to Andrew with this, he’ll either laugh me off or pretend he doesn’t hear me. But he listens to you, right?”

Hell yeah he does.

Neil, you are gifted with the mythical powers of Talking Andrew Into Anything. You have Persuasion Powers, Neil. Use your powers for good, Neil. Become to hero Palmetto deserves, Neil. NEIL.

“I know they think I’m a heathen doomed to burn for eternity, and I know I should give up on them, but I can’t. Maybe this call means they’re coming around. I have to know. Please, Neil? I want my mom back. I miss her more than you know.”

NICKY :’(((((((((((((((((( <3333

I’ll be your mom okay, I’ll cuddle you always, I’ll make you pasta and your bedtime is never.

Of course, even Neil can’t resist our chatty sunshine hurting like this, and so he goes over to the murder kitten for some Fun Andreil Persuasion Talk Times.

“Today’s not a good day,” Andrew said. “Try again tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t crash your birthday party if it wasn’t important.”

Andrew grinned. “Sarcasm from Neil? Your repertoire of talents is ever-expanding.”

Bitch, were you not there in the two (2) chapters where Neil absolutely dragged and sarcasm-WRECKED Riko Raven-Fucker? Seriously, how is this news to you.

“Tick tock,” Andrew said. “You have my attention, now keep my interest.”

“Nicky’s mother called.”

“Oops, time’s up.”

BAHAHAHAHA.

No, you actually have no idea how hard I laughed at that part.

Tagged: Me dealing with my problems like.

However, Andrew does start talking sense after a few rounds of distracted bantering, and suddenly Fun Andreil Persuasion Times turns into Fun Andrew Story Times:

“She was not my mother. (…) Cass, though. Cass? Cass would have been.”

So apparently, this woman called Cass Spear wanted to adopt Andrew – and yup, that’s the wife of the guy Higgins is investigating right now, which is of course not worrying at all.

This also means Drake apparently isn’t a surname. This just got even more interesting. WHO THE HELL IS DRAKE.

Not you, Drake.

Anyways, said Cass wanted to adopt Andrew, wanted to care for him and give him a good future, all that jazz. And Luther (aka Nicky’s asshole dad) was totally fine with it – except apparently Andrew wasn’t.

Yet he said both Cass and Richard never did anything bad to him – which brings me back to who the fuck is Drake, because the obvious answer now is that this Drake person did something to him.

And whatever fuckery happened, Andrew told Luther – who flat out did not believe him and called it a ”misunderstanding”, hence Andrew’s dislike for that word. Cool, cool cool, cool shit, what is h a p p e n i n g.

“So did Luther not believe you or did he say you were wrong?” Neil asked. “There is a significant difference between the two.”

“Oh.” Andrew half-turned to face him again. “Sometimes I forget you are sharper than you look.”

Ya boy Neil gets it. I don’t know why, but I loved this little exchange a lot. It just?? They begin to understand each other?? Also Andrew doesn’t think Neil is a complete idiot?? Good shit.

And now I begin to see why y’all may like the Thanksgiving chapter so much:

“Maybe he’s sorry.”

“You say that because you haven’t met Luther,” Andrew said.

“Can I?”

What.

“It could be entertaining,” Neil said.

“It could be,” Andrew allowed.

“Let’s all go. (…) Imagine how uncomfortable Nicky’s parents will be if they have to contend with the five of us.”

Oh SHIT. This will be fun. This will be very, very fucking fun.

And just like this, Andrew agrees to Thanksgiving dinner with the Asshole Christians - if they don’t do it on Thanksgiving directly and if his monster squad can tag along. I am suddenly even more for this next chapter than I already was.

Neil, realizing his opportunity of having turned Fun Andreil Persuasion Times into Fun Andreil Honesty Times, can’t help but dash out another tricky question while he’s at it:

“Did you really kill Aaron’s mother?” (…)

“Guess she hit him one time too many. I warned her not to lay a hand on him, but she didn’t listen to me.”

I can’t say I’m surprised, but still – Andrew, what the frickely FUCK.

“My first memories are of people dying,” Neil said. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“That’s why you’re so interesting,” Andrew said. “How aggravating.”

He sounded amused, not annoyed, so Neil said, “I’ll try to be more boring in the future.”

“How considerate.”

Is this…….. Andreil banter……….. that I’m witnessing………. With my own two eyeballs………

AMAZING.

And with that, the conversation is over, and the chapter almost is as well – except, obviously my baby Nicky is over the fucking moon.

He yanked Neil into a fierce hug before Neil thought to dodge. “Oh, you might just be the best thing to happen to the Foxes.”

“I doubt that.”

“I don’t.”

ME NEITHER MY DUDE. <33333333333

Also, that was probably the first time anyone hugged Neil since his mother died. And that’s the thought I’m leaving y’all with today.

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