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the-firebird69 · 3 months

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Store The guy next door has a mouth And he was talking in code about our friend sayings making noises and stuff and want to know what it was and said he was yelling and he's yelling in the apartment on the phone and then he said outside the apartment and it's yeah but what did he say and I wasn't really yelling it so I did hear it was not him yelling and he was saying it just loud enough so you could hear it and he said how's your stuff coming along big mouth and then he sounded like you and you couldn't stand it and you had to leave and it's true and we're monitoring you and you're making a angry and what he was yelling was coming out and it was printed on his phone so if you want to tell us what that is it would be great so other people were asking what was he yelling and they're saying a whole bunch of times finally he said nothing he said he we haven't right here and raining right team and it says this about you you'll see their bothering him get him to do stuff to win and you're a moron and he doesn't care about you taking over a body you can't take over and he says he'll use AI and they got into it and I heard it he got really mad and asked him to leave and take his stuff out and going to and he said you have a job here and then he can do mending and fitting and things like that and she was almost so happy she almost cried and said who's helping me and it was him and and Mac and her own people a little bit probably and so she found out later they're helping too and said this was great and it actually helps because his bom stuff. There's a lot of pissed off people about the lighter my friend doesn't seem to care cuz it makes like a poof his clothes and his clothes and smell a teeny bit but not much it's just butane it's like walking by someone using a butane cutting torch doesn't do squat and he was mad and said it doesn't blow up ever really and it blew up almost in Justin's hand outback and so he says I'm going to have to do something else and people are going to have to watch him and kick him out and the guy has to go somewhere else but today he was a huge a****** and he put that lighter into the dryer and Mac has it on film and saw him do it and actually is going to remove him

Stan can I see you trying things all the time over there and you're going to be removed from the apartment you're a piece of crap you don't need him knowing everything or you threatening him on everything and raising an army for him that's his saying you're going to defeat him by defeated one person doesn't make any sense cuz you're stupid and you miss everything you're dumb the max are missing some stuff but not much we have a huge problem.you are this big huge a****** who doesn't get anything John remillard. You trying to harming me so I'm going to take you to court and that time is coming up now what you out of there you're a piece of crap he says that you look like the max who want to move in both of you and we found out it's true people want you out and I'm going to get you out

Well we've seen it all but really this guy has to move out and we're going to help get him out and we're going to help get the contract and we're going to help do all sorts of stuff and people who want to be helpful can stay but this guy's got to go that's despicable stupid

Mac Daddy I have it on film and I copied it and I sent it out and I'm taking it to court tomorrow to get you out of my facility

Permission to print now

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hqprotectionsquad · 4 years

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𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 - 𝒃𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖

⤷ 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕. ⤷ 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝒛𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 ⤷ 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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college!reader x pro volleyball player!bokuto

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” You aren’t a stranger to Koutarou’s unexpected phone calls. For anyone else, you’ll put them on silent, but for your best friend? He’s got his own ringtone.

That self-indulgent weirdo set it to his own voice saying “hey, hey, hey,” as if he doesn’t hear himself yell that enough when he’s in his volleyball matches.

You shift the phone from one ear to another, as you fold clean laundry. “Nothing, why?”

“I’ll come over,” his hopeful voice resounds.

“You go to school an hour away by train. You know you’re crazy, right?” You say this, but you already know he’s on his way to the station to buy his ticket.

“Crazy for you, yeah.” No matter what, your cheeks will always flare up whenever he says some cheesy line that goes straight for the arteries. It’s like he’s trying to stop your heart or something like that.

“Shut up,” you pause to laugh. “I’ll see you later.”

You set your phone off to the side and continue folding the clothes that lie on your bed. He’s been the same since high school. His ear is attached to his phone. Had he not been training to become a professional volleyball player, you were sure that he’d love the opportunity to be a broadcaster or really anything that would suit his overflowing charisma. He uses that charisma to get the crowd on its feet at volleyball games, but outside of the court, he’s constantly calling other people. It’s weird because, in a time where people prefer digital words over voices from a distance, Koutarou is steadfast.

You don’t usually pick up your phone, and he knows that. Most of the time, you’re studying for an upcoming exam, even if it’s a week and a half in the future. Koutarou seems like he’s got too much time on his hands even though he’s taking a full course load of classes. Whenever you’re heard on the other end, he takes it as a win. You’re a train ride away, two hours of commuting in total, but you’re worth it, says Bokuto.

There’s a nagging sensation in your head, knowing he must be only talking to you because Akaashi has plans with whomever tonight, as he says he does on Fridays. (Even that seems a bit far-fetched, but you know that he is working his way to becoming a butterfly since college has begun.) He must be doing this for pity, considering your lack of response most of the time. Well, is it really your fault that you’re prioritizing your education?

You’re thankful for him though. Without him, you don’t really know who else would check up on you.

Soon enough, he’s texting you to buzz him into the building and you meet him by the door, grinning when you see that owl face on the other side of the glass.

“I told you to just buzz me in! There’s no need for you to come down!” He exclaims when you open the door for him, shifting so he can get inside.

“Kind of looks like you need help, what’s this all for?” You eye the paper and plastic bags he holds in the crook of his arms and the handles of some between his fingers. You can’t even properly give him a hug because of all of the bags. You reach for the ones in his arms and he takes a step back with a laugh.

“Just things for you, and since they are for you, there is no need for you to help me out.”

By the time you're fiddling for your keys in your pocket in front of your dorm room, Bokuto is itching to reveal what he's bright for you. He keeps fidgeting when you wiggle the key into the slot and finally, you get it.

“What are you so excited to show me, ‘Tarou?”

He dumps the contents of each bag on top of your bed with the largest smile. Piles of junk food form stiff peaks and you can't help but to laugh. “Is that ice cream?”

“Yeah, I kind of forgot about that,” he mentions as he scratches his head. “It should still be okay.” He opens the fridge as if it’s his own and stashes the two pints to freeze. “We’re having a movie night!”

“Aw, Bo,” you slip your arms around his waist to settle into a hug and look up at him, “thank you.”

Bokuto grins, but he soon covers his mouth with his hand. His cheeks are beginning to flood with color and gosh, that's embarrassing right now. “Don't thank me yet, we haven't started the movie.”

“You know, are you even allowed to eat any of these things? They've got, like, a thousand calories and preservatives.” You're undeterred when Bokuto lets go first to reach for a plastic-wrapped melon pan.

“Well, what they don't know doesn't hurt them!”

“It’ll hurt your body when you have practice,” you wonder out loud and Bokuto shushes you, with a finger perpendicular to his lips.

“No need to say anything like that.” Bokuto’s not planning to eat the whole convenience store, but he’d be lying if he wasn't going to eat part of it. Still with the melon pan in one hand, he opens one of the bags of chips, sighing with delight once he pops one of the chips into his mouth. He hardly gets the chance to indulge, but for you, he guesses he’ll have to make an exception. Just for you, of course.

He’s on your bed, shoving snacks to one side so you both can sit on the other. After digging through your closet, you throw a blanket into his face and you can hear the mumbles of his gratitude. “Sorry.”

“Sure you were sorry.” Bokuto sticks a tongue out as he stretches the fabric across his body and waves you over. “Hurry up, (Y/N). I brought us Big Hero Six.”

“Again?” You slide in real close, just like you always do. “You know that you cry every time Tadashi dies—”

“(Y/N), you always have to spoil it!”

“We’ve watched it together at least four times. God knows how many times you’ve watched it in total.” Your eyes roll along with your statement. “Okay, start it up.”

Bokuto hits a button on the remote that begins unveiling the opening credits. It’s an incredibly small screen, and you’re sure Bokuto has a larger TV at his own house, but he loves being with you at your dorm. He says it’s something that reminds him of a separate life he could’ve had. He’s already living the Disney life that anyone wishes for — a place on a volleyball team in one of the top leagues of Japan, something he’s wanted since he was born — yet he yearns for a life everyone has. He wants a regular college experience, but to him, college will be a piece of paper declaring his knowledge on a subject. It won't mean much when he's on the court. You bet his only reason for being in college is to use the gym, even though he trains with his professional team as well.

You meld into one body, your arms hang on his torso and your head on his shoulder. His arm snakes around your shoulders and squeezes you tight to him. Is it weird that you do this with your best friend? It’s never not been like this.

“Bo, can I talk to you?”

“But Hiro’s about to go to San Fransokyo Institute of Technology with Tadashi.” He pouts when he looks down at you. He presses the pause button and turns to you, taking your hand in his. “Alright, alright. What’s wrong, (Y/N)?”

“Why do you assume something’s wrong?”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be wrong. I’m just guessing! By your tone of voice.” There’s a smile on his face that is so bright. You can’t help but to feel happy when you see him.

“Koutarou, why do you bother to hang out with me and text me, when I barely do the same thing?” You leave your hand in his grasp, wondering what would happen if you placed it back into your lap.

“You know you’re one of my best friends, right?” Bokuto chuckles. “I go through the bothering because I care too much to let you go. You’re one of my favorite people, I don’t care if you won’t speak to me on your own. I’ll keep trying for the both of us.” He plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you, Bo. I’ll try harder.”

“You don’t have to, not if you don’t want to. But the idea of you trying warms my heart.” He lets go of your hand to clutch at his chest dramatically. A hand sails to his shoulder. “Hey, what did you have to hit me for?” He yelps.

“Shut up, let’s watch the movie.” And you can’t help but to grin with a happy sigh as you settle back into Bokuto’s embrace. This is a moment you’ll remember forever and you’ll keep on wishing on the stars for Bokuto. He deserves all the wishes because he shines brighter than the stars themselves.

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renmajo · 3 years

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Lascivious

Choi San

Friday, March 6, 2016 || 11:30:09 a.m

"Come on Rosé! The dress looks fine, what's the problem?" San called out annoyingly from behind the velvet red curtains of the Chanel fitting rooms. The strong scent of perfumes filling his nose and the cold atmosphere of the luxurious store kept him company as he waited for his youngest sister to emerge from the fiiting room.

"Look! The bow, it's huge!" Curtains pulling back revealing Rosé in a tule baby pink dress, small floweres stitched on the ends of the skirt for a more luxurious look. San made his way towards her investigating what the problem was before finding nothing. "It look's fine, you can always have someone remove it.”

Rosé let a sigh out in defeat, a pop noise being made by her baby pink lips before nodding in response and disappearing behind the velvet curtains yet again, the clanking of her heels echoed through San's head.

12:22:03 p.m

"Rosé,honey did you get the dress?" The sweet voice of their mother was heard before even receiving a greetings. As much as San cared for his mother, she's been getting on his nerves lately, it wasn't just him that has confessed this, his older brother Seonghwa, and older sister Joy have admitted to the woman reaching their final strings.

Rolling his eye's, San made his way out of the two's conversation and up the large staircase of the owned mansion, located in the country side of New York, far from the loud and chaotic environment of the city, well, that's how San's father would describe it if asked. "It's full of street rat's and non-rich people, especially Brooklyn!"

Especially Brooklyn, he'd always say something about that place. If the six would ever go shopping together, he'd alway's remind them to not go to Brooklyn. Why ? Because they were to good for that crummy place.

"She's in her Rosé mood today, wouldn't bother if I were you." The sudden cocky tone of his sister Joy walking down the stairs, heels clanking up against the wooden steps and a smirk on her face.

"What's up with you?" Eye's rolling yet again as a look of annoyance appeared. If is mother was in her Rosé mood, then his sister was in her One Night Stand mood and he did not like her One Night Stand mood one bit. "Let me guess, you're gonna go get a good fuck out of Jaehyun?"

"Fuck Off San!" Her cocky tone was immediately traded for an embarrassed one, San on the other hand enjoyed watching the smirk get whipped of her overly confident face she wore to proudly. It's not like she was anything anyways, to many night's with sex equals to much confidence in her head.

"You're the one who's going to get fucked, not me" San replied, a loud laugh escaping his pink plump lips before he rushed up the remaining of the stairs and hid in his bedroom, closing the heavy whte wood door, shutting away all his family problems.

"Gosh I fucking hate it here" A loud sigh was thrown into the room's lonesome atmosphere. Placing his own shopping bags by his bed as he headed towards the balcony doors for some fresh air, it helped calm the nerves his family brought.

From having to hide every time one of his father's job request betrayed him, to his alcoholic mother abusing nobody else but him and his sister Chaeyoung, and now, Joy constantly bringing men over for the night. "Just this once, I swear!" were her words she had completely broken to her five other siblings.

"I hate this family. . .well." He whispered to himself the same little sentence he lived by everyday. It wasn't all of his family to be exact, Rosé was ok cause all she does is modeling, she's probably the only child his mother ever had that didn't sign trade there good and perfect life to live an eternal mafia one, and he thanked her for that.

She's to weak and caring for all the murder and blood covered money, modeling was more calmer which kept her away from the house. Hyunjin was ok, along with Seonghwa. All they ever did was get dragged into the whole "It's just family business, nothing will happen to you" bullshit of an excuse from their father.

"I'm just trying to leave this stupid house and move into the city, maybe even brooklyn!" San remember's laughing along with Seonghwa when he had mentioned moving to the exact place his father told him to stay away from, "He wouldn't bother looking for me there, I might just take you and Hyunjin with me but we just have to find somewhere to go."

"San, lunch is ready if you want to come and eat." A knock on the door was followed by the sound of Chaeyoung's voice behind it. A loud groan was heard, he wasn't in the mood for dealing with his parent's nor Joy's cocky attitude at the moment.

"Fuck off!" He yelled to the empty room as if someone was there to hear his cries for help.

01:12:05 p.m

"San honey, how was your day?" The drunken woman asked from the other end of the table, silver fork distantly poking at him while the butter knife weakly layed in her other hand. Seonghwa sparing small glares through the corners of his brown eye's, the brown eye's every one of them shared but his held more of a softer appearance, like as if he was grasping onto the last bit of his sanity.

"Why do you ask? It's not like you care anyways." A scoff coming from his brother's who immediately took it back with clearing their throats, taking a sip from whatever was poured into his glass. "Excuse you son, do not speak to your mother like that." The sudden chilling, cold blooded voice of his father was enough to unfortunately put him back in his place.

He didn't bother apologizing, why should he? His mother didn't deserve his apology, they deserved an apology from them, for ruining their own children's lives, for constantly having those sleepless night's in fear of some backstabbing assistant breaks in and kills one of them.

One thing's for sure, he grew a bit closer to his siblings, being the third oldest didn't come with any benefits besides being caught in between his mother's beatings along with Chaeyoung who was the fourth born.

"Speaking with you now, I have a job for you, San and you too, Seonghwa." Both looking up from their lunch plates to meet the devilish look in the old man's eye's, enough to know what was going to happen.

"A job?" Seonghwa questioned, annoyed little tone laced into his words directed to the man. "Will you give us a moment?" With that, San and Seonghwa watched the rest of their siblings and drunk mother exit the dining room, the maid walking in moment's after to pick up the plates.

"What's this job you speak of, father?" San asked, he felt his hands begin to shake. Fiddling with the silver rings covering his fingers as he awaits for the news nervously, "I need you two, to kill someone for me."

The sound of the heavy silver ring hitting the surface of the floor echoed throughout the room, the room went silent that if you were able to, you'd hear the two males heartbeat increase when their father asked of that. "Y-you what?" Seonghwa spoke, the once annoyed voice was replaced with a rather furious one.

"Kill someone?" San repeated the words that still managed to send chills down his spine. It wasn't San's or Seonghwa's first time, there hands have been covered in more blood than their father's they were practically swimming in it, they've gotten used to it unfortunately. Late hour's, returning home with more trauma on their shoulders with the horrific screams still embedded into their ears.

But just because they've gotten used to it doesn't mean they like it, having to jab a knife or shoot someone was one of the worst experiences of San's life. There were day's were him and Seonghwa would think of running off when they'd have job's far from home but remembered the promise.

"We're running away, the three of us. I don't care if Rosé doesn't want to go or Chae tries to stop us, no! It's only going to be us three, ok?"

The promise that they agreed to not leave without Hyunjin who wasn't assigned to this job. "Who is it this time?" The eldest son rolled his eyes, arm's crossed above his waist. "His name, Im Changkyun. The son of one of the biggest drug dealing businesses, his father was murdered three year's ago and gave everything in his name to that no good son of his."

The manilla folder slapped against the table, "This contains all the information you need to know, from his birthday to the last spot he was seen at. Do not mess this up. . .or that joke of a son won't be the only one with a bullet through his skull."

San felt as if his blood fross, his body covered in goosebumps and his heart took a pause before being dragged out of the room by Seonghwa and led into the other's bedroom. Locking the door shut, Seonghwa paced around with his hands tangled up in between the black hair.

The room fell silent, the older male stopped pacing around, "I have a plan." Suddenly walking towards the tv to turn it off, powering off his cellphone while asking San to do the same, not taking any chances of his father listening into their conversation.

Seonghwa let out a deep sigh before beginning, "Our parents are getting on our final nerves, San. . .we have to get rid of them."

"What do you mean get rid of them?" In this life style, there were two meanings of the words "get rid of them", one being sending them off on some lovely one way vacation so they never comeback, kicking them out of the house even, and two "Get rid of them" He said gesturing him slighting his throat.

Kill Them

"Hwa -"

"We can't do this ourselves though, we need everyone in on this." The sohnd of the tailor made shoes hitting the floor towards the door until San stopped him. "And if one snitches us out, and by one i mean Joy? Then what?"

It was true that oldest sister of the three had a tendency of "accidentally" snitching out their plans such as when they tried running away. "Oh i'm sorry, did i say that out loud?" would be her overused excuse.

"We kill them to? Only fair isn't it?" Such nauseating words said by such a light hearted and sweet person only made San realize he wasn't joking, it was all serious and he had to take it seriously or they all die.

"True." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders before walking out with his brother, he must've known exactly where they were at finding all of them sitting in the living room, "We need to talk." He whispered in hopes to not be heard.

But how wouldn't he? The house was only so quiet you can hear someone's heartbeat. A look of concern was plastered onto their faces but proceeded to follow them back into Seonghwa's room.

It was almost as if they had been planning to do so as well if they didn't hesitate to agree, it didn't even faze them at the words "Were getting rid of them." almost like they were waiting for the last two members of the family to agree with it.

"Took you two long enough to come with that conclusion, don't you think?" Joy replied fixing the black leather gloves that hid her hands perfectly. "We could've gotten rid of them day's ago if you didn't take so long."

"Don't start complaining or i'll back out of it."

Letting out an annoyed sigh before placing her hands on the side's of her sparkly gold Chanel dress, "So whats the plan?"

: THE STORY WILL CONTINUE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER :

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harper44 · 4 years

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Prompt: Mythical crew is to attend a pride parade, and the crew picks outfits for RandL, tee shirts with ALLY on them, Rhett's ready and pumped up, but Link has a panic attack in front of Rhett wearing the shirt he doesn't feel comfortable wearing and basically comes out as bi, he feels like he can't go to Pride when he's lying everyday about who he is and feels shame. He's not brave enough and Rhett helps him get through that. Your post about biLink was so thoughtful, you're wonderful.

Wow, I really, really loved this prompt. Whether in real life Link is an ally or part of the LGBTQ+ community, I really hope he knows if he ever were to come out, we’d support him. And we’re thankful for the way he and Rhett have supported the LGBTQ+ community! I’ve never been to pride and writing this made me want to go so badly.

Proud of You

Rhett has been excessively excited about going to pride with the Mythical crew for a while now. The Saturday is finally here and he has donned the bold “ALLY” shirt their designers made for him and Link. Everyone’s shirts are going to match in style with each person’s chosen designation on them. Rhett couldn’t be prouder to represent an ally. He texts Link that he’s outside and he’s expecting his best friend to come to the car with a smile on his face to match his own, but instead he looks tired and distressed. Rhett greets him cautiously, confused by Link’s mood on such an exciting occasion.

They drive in silence after Rhett has tried and failed to get conversation out of Link. Sometimes the man gets like this, but he knows he’ll put on a happy mood once they get with the crew and on a good day, the fake mood morphs into a real one. Rhett parks and gathers up his things, reaching for the door handle, before he realizes Link hasn’t moved. He’s frozen in his seat, hands clasped so tightly in his lap that his knuckles are white.

“What’s wrong, Link?” Rhett asks, trying to get his friend to look at him. Link shakes his head slightly, still saying nothing. Resting a gentle hand on his shoulder, Rhett says, “I got you, you can tell me what’s wrong.”

Link takes a shaky breath in and unclasps his hands, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses, and Rhett instantly knows he’s scrubbing away tears. This is worse than Rhett thought and he can’t for the life of him think of what Link might be upset about, so he waits.

“I can’t do this, Rhett,” he whispers.

“What?” A billion things go through Rhett’s head as to what that could mean.

Link finally looks at him, but his gaze doesn’t reach Rhett’s face. His eyes lock onto the word across Rhett’s chest that also adorns his own. “I’m not… I’m not-” he cuts himself off with a sob and Rhett squeezes his shoulder, thoroughly confused, but supportive all the same. “I’m lying to everyone, Rhett, I can’t do this anymore.” Desperate blue eyes finally look up to meet concerned green ones.

Still without enough information to know what Link’s upset about, their religious background immediately jumps to his mind. “Link, what are you talking about? What’s wrong?”

With his gaze, Link begs Rhett to understand, but he quickly sees that he can’t. He fists his own shirt in his hand, wadding up the word on it and squeezing, searching for the words to articulate why tears are sliding down his face. “I’m lying to you, Rhett, lying to everyone every day,” Link says, shutting his eyes to try and control his breathing, “This isn’t who I am, I’m not an ally.”

“What?” Rhett asks, a little bit of anger coming through in his voice.

Link looks up at him in surprise, his turn now to be confused. Understanding of the line Rhett has drawn dawns on his face and he musters a watery grin, “Not like that, Rhett.” The bigger man immediately relaxes back into his state of confusion. Link’s eyes flit around the car to everywhere but Rhett’s face and he can see his friend working out the words in his mind.

“I can’t go to pride wearing this, I can’t be an ally because that would be a lie,” Link meets his eyes and he’s starting to get it, “I’m not straight, Rhett. I’ve talked to Christy about it a little. Maybe I’m bi or pan or demi, or something else. I just know I’m not straight. And I feel like I’ve lied to so many people. I feel terrible because I could have been supporting queer mythical beast and to come out now just feels like… I don’t know. I’m sure we’ll see fans today and I just can’t honestly wear this shirt. I want to be me. I want to go to pride in rainbows, but I’m so scared, Rhett, and I feel so bad.”

The moment he’s done talking, Rhett wraps him up in a hug. He pulls back and holds him by the shoulder, wiping his tears with the other hand. “Link, I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling this way. Thank you for telling me, I know that must have been hard. But listen, we have some of the most amazing fans ever. If you come out, they will support you and so will the crew. If you never come out, you don’t need to feel bad for that. You haven’t been lying to anyone. You can go today just wearing a plain t-shirt, you don’t have to come out or wear the ally shirt, it’s enough to be there. And I can take you home if you want me to. But if you want to go to this pride parade right now decked out in rainbows, I’ll walk beside you wearing this shirt proudly the whole way.”

Link smiles and leans in for another hug, taking the first deep breath he has all day. “I want to go,” Link says, voice muffled in Rhett’s shoulder. He leans back, shy smile still on his face, “I want to go and I want to be out, but I don’t know if I’m brave enough.”

“You can do this, Link,” Rhett says, “And I’ve got you no matter what. I think we have some shopping to do.” He turns the car back on and calls Stevie, telling her they’ll catch up with them later.

Rhett and Link scour party and craft stores until Link has a satisfactory get up. Back in a parking space, Rhett helps him with face and body paint, feather boas and glitter, until Link is at last adorned as undeniably queer and proud of it. Rhett steps back to survey their work, grin lighting up his face in response to Link’s massive smile.

“You ready brother?” Rhett asks.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Link steps forward and forces him into another hug, covering Rhett in glitter and paint, “Thank you.”

Together, they walk to find their employees, receiving numerous compliments from people they pass, mostly for Link. Rhett keeps a close eye on his best friend when a mythical beast recognizes them. Though a little timid, Link smiles through the whole encounter, blushing through his rainbow face paint at the fan’s compliments and admiration.

“The beasts are going to be so supportive!” Is the last thing the fan says as she walks away.

“You were right,” Link says as they keep walking.

“Can you say that again? I didn’t quite hear you. What am I?” Rhett taunts.

Link elbows him in the side, “You were right. It’s gonna be okay.”

“It is gonna be okay,” Rhett confirms. It’s then that they find their crew and Stevie is the first one to spot them. It takes her half a second to comprehend that Link’s shirt says “QUEER” in big letters and then she’s tackling him in a hug, shouting about how proud she is. The rest of the crew starts to surround them, all yelling their own versions of “congratulations!”

Through the fray, Link grabs Rhett’s hand and squeezes, flashing him the proudest grin Rhett has ever seen on his face. Rhett smiles back and puffs his chest out a little more, making sure “ALLY” is showing loud and clear.

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shelby-love · 4 years

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MATT CASEY

“We’re okay”

Requested: no

Prompts: none

Warnings: angsty?

Authors note: /

"Y/LN what's up loser," Your colegeue Adam Hayes snatches a frie from your plate.

"The ceiling you dumbass and don't steal my food," You sigh. Your firehouse was a smaller house, located not that far away from firehouse 51. Your boyfriend's house.

When you started dating there was a few opportunities for you to take a spot at their paramedics team but you declined. Sometimes guys can be assholes when colleagues are dating. Especially when it's a lieutenant.

But it doesn't matter. You and he spend enough time together to keep a steady and healthy relationship. Everyone here supports you.

Someone dramatically pulls out a chair to sit next to you. "So, how are you and Matt Casey doin'?" Anna Lee is wiggling her eyebrows at you.

"Well for your information...we're doing amazing," your sip some juice and wink at her.

"Dawson told me he talks about you all the time," She giggles. "ALL THE TIME!"

You can't stop the blush from creeping onto your face.

"You guys are so adorable," She cooes, "Hey Adam! Did you see Y/N and -"

"Ambulance 45, truck 51, squad 7. Burning building 87 76 East Maine."

"Alright folks let's go," Lieutenant Morales and the rest of the truck are ready to leave immediately but you chief enters the room and stops them from going.

"This is a serious fire. We are celled to assist firehouse 51, chief Boden asked for us personally. We get there immediately and help them, you take their place and let them rest. This fire is going to go through the whole night." Your Chief Sanders informs. There's a murmur that passes over everyone. The fire must be really serious then. With a nod everyone runs outside, including you.

"Hey Y/LN," Anna starts as you run to the ambo. "Im driving."

You don't even hear what she says because you climb inside and buckle up immediately. Your mind goes to Matt. You can't call anyone to check up on him. You can just hope for the best.

Anna hits the gas and your ambulance fires out of the firehouse. With your lights on and sirens blaring you make your way to the fallen building.

Your mouth goes dry.

If you could show someone what hell would look like - you'd show them this building at this exact moment.

"Oh my God," Anna's jaw is at the floor.

God please keep Matt safe.

The two of you park near ambulance 61 one and jump out. With you being the paramedic in charge Anna listens to your orders, "Grab the stretcher Anna. Let's go we've got work to do."

She does as you say and you take the jump bag and a few more medical supplies before you run over to Shay and Dawson where all the victims are.

"Thank God you're here," Shay sighs in relief as she bags a victim. "Listen sweetie, you're going to press this bag slowly okay? Can you do that for me? This will help him get oxygen until we get him to the hospital." The girl she's explaining this to is shaken up, she's dirty from the smoke but doesn't seem to be in much medical trouble at all.

You look at the building one more time and hope that Matt is save somewhere in there. Alive. Chief Bowden is standing next to your chief, both of them are screaming things in their radios. From afar you can see Morales leading the truck into the building.

"This is ambulance 45 to main. We'll need another closest ambulance to join us on the filed. 87 76 East Maine." You speak and cut the connection off as soon as they confirm the arrival of another ambo.

"We managed to stabilize the victims here but there are at least a few dozen more inside the building!" Dawson shouts over the loud voices. The two of you are scanning the situation and the victims, so far there's been no deaths but those are the ones who managed to save themselves alone and those who were saved first. Somewhere up there, your boyfriend is leading his team into danger they fight every day just so they can save lives. And now, your own best friends and colegeues are risking their lives.

"Hey, Y/LN... I know Casey," Dawson puts a hand on your shoulder. "He's going to get through this."

"He has too...or else I'm going to go there myself," You smile at her, though the insecurity in your smile must be obvious. Dammit Matt take care of yourself up there.

"Dawson! They're coming down," Chief Boden informs Dawson who doesn't think twice before she grabs the jump bag and rushes to the entrance so she can assist them as soon as they're out.

"Who's coming out chief?" You ask him. He shakes his head lightly at you and your heart sinks. "Lieutenant Severide."

"I better...go," You choke on your words and rush back to the ambo and grab the board and jump bag. You secure your uniform closer just incase and pull the collar up to your nose, "Anna let's go!"

She nods and rushes with you. Truth to everyone's words Severide and his team pull through the smoke with 4 victims. "Severide how are you doing?" You ask him while you help him walk the woman he saved. She seems to be out of a life danger, Severide's oxygen mask is pulled over her mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine Y/LN. Casey's up on the 16th floor. He's coming down." His words reassure you so much and you let out a breath of relief. The relief doesn't last for long because the fire exploded through the roof. Both chiefs started barking orders at their men.

They saved whoever they could. Now, it was life threatening to stay in the building any longer.

"I want you out of there Morales! I want you out now!! Lorenzo do you hear me? I want your squad out of there RIGHT NOW!" Your Chief is practically begging them to leave but you're sure they're against that. They want to save everyone they can.

And then you hear the other Chief.

"Casey? Casey, listen to me. You need to get out, CASEY GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!"

Your breath hitches and you look at the building once again. Matt please..

"Okay honey look at me," You snap out of your daze. The woman's breathing in front of you is unsteady but good enough for her to breathe on her own. "Breathe in and out for me, please." She nods her head and you put the stethoscope to her chest. "Okay, your lungs looks fine, drink some water and try to calm down...if you can. We'll get you to the hospital in no time."

You look at the building entrance and spot a big group of men waking out. You grab your equipment without thinking and sprint towards them. You spot Hermann and Mouch at the head of the group. "Anna!" You yell and check the victims. Behind this group comes out another one.

There he is.

Your boyfriend is carrying a boy roughly around the age of 10 in his arms. The boy looks unresponsive and you notice why. His whole arm is burned in second degree burns. "Matt are you okay?" You ask him as you walk to the ambulance. You put your hand on his cheek and feel how hot it is, he's breathing hard because he gave his mask to the boy.

"Baby please save him," Your heart breaks at his voice and you understand why. You put him on a stretcher and slide him into the ambulance where other needed equipment is stored.

You sit next to the boy in the ambulance and immediately start doing different medical procedures to help him. You hope this little guy survives but you don't think he would. His injuries are too much. But you try nevertheless, you try because of Matt. Because of that little boy. "Matt sit down please you don't look so good." You say, shifting your gaze from the boy to your boyfriend. He's standing by the ambulance, not in it but not too far from the boy. He looks tired and shaken up.

The boys heartbeat drastically falls, "Anna! We're loosing him, quickly." You prepare to shock him and give instructions. "Set to 100. Clear."

Matt Casey stood there and watched his girlfriend help that boy. This is the first they'd ever been on the field together. When he saw her running towards him he couldn't believe it. He knows that boy has small chances of pulling through and he's beyond thankful that you're trying. Trying for him.

He didn't even notice you standing in font of him. "Matt... Honey I'm sorry but he didn't make it."

It broke your heart seeing him like this. He gathered you into his arms and hugged you like never before. You wrap your own arms around him and squeeze. "But thank God you're okay Matt. I thought you-"

"Hey... Y/N, I'm okay. Shhhs, I'm fine. We're both fine."

You look him in the eyes and press your lips to his. The kiss is promising and reassuring, it says everything words can't.

"I love you so much."

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erikismybitch · 6 years

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Based off the Jill Scott interlude PT.2

You didn’t trip off what happened in the grocery store . But then it happened again, with another woman at the gym.

Then three more times after he posted the faceless pic of you and the “Erik” chain on his Instagram.

“Women sure are resourceful, like fucking spies when they want to be nosey ” you spoke sourly as you blocked yet another girl from your inbox. It was the most action your Instagram had seen in a long time . All this unwanted attention surrounding you brought back that old self conscious girl you’d hidden years ago.

“So, you gon keep me on pause the whole time? Maybe I should just end the FaceTime “ Erik said through the speaker of your iPhone .

“Sorry that I had to deal with one of your many hidden girlfriends” you went back to the FaceTime. Erik was sitting in his car on his work break . He mumbled lowly, knowing you couldn’t hear him. “Talking mess?” You asked with a lifted brow . The frustration was written all over his face , for the past week it had been a downhill battle between you and him.

“I was dealing with a lot of them girls back before you. But I didn’t feel the way about you that I do now “

“Is that supposed to be a compliment? “ you snapped . Eriks phone paused as you continued to rant . “I won the race and you were the prize?”

Eriks face came onto the phone screen again. He didnt say anything, he spent the past few days explaining himself . He never cheated , these were all women of the past . He was out of options and figured his best bet was to stay silent .

“I didn’t know you were THAT nigga”

“Please !” He finally spoke , twisting his face . “You got with me cause I was THAT nigga, don’t act new”

“Erik , I got with you cause you were you . I didn’t know it would come with all of this”

“Then break up with me then!” Erik shouted angrily and ended the FaceTime call . It scared you , not the tone of his voice but those words . You were angry with him and you weren’t sure what you wanted . Breaking up with him was not on your list .

Just as you were about to press the call back button, Erik sent you a text .

I’m sorry for yelling like that , I’ll pick you up later tonight for that party.

You tossed the phone across your bed . Tiana and Devin were a married couple who hosted game nights at their hillside home . They were older and a couple that you admired. Tiana was an old co-worker of yours , she and Devin introduced you to Erik at their very own party. The two of you hadn’t seen them in a while and agreed to go tonight .

You listened as the postal worker slid the mail in your home door slot . You went to fetch the mail from the front . You scanned through it .

“Bills, bills, bills, Complex for Erik, and Cosmo for me”

You dropped everything except for the Cosmopolitan magazine. Ironically your current life story was on the cover in big bold letters

“So, you’re dating a ladies man pg 48 “.

“Yes, yes the hell I am” You eagerly opened the magazine to the article . Not even bothering to sit down, you began to read .

“...It's horrible and infuriating and brings out your jealous side. I get it. So what do you do? How do you handle him, and, more important, how do you keep him focused on your relationship when he's being approached left and right?...”

“How?” You mouthed out loud , as if the article was speaking to you

“...don't put him so high up on a pedestal. You deserve each other, and you are equals in the relationship. That mind-set is important...”

“Okay, okay” you nodded in an agreeable manner then read down a little more .

“...when a woman comes up to him and you're around. Let her and him know that he is yours, and you want to keep it that way. He will find that fiery, possessive side of you exciting and comforting...”

“I’m not fighting for no man, Cosmo”

“..."accidentally" let him see an innocent yet flirty text from a guy you met at work, or mention how "weird" it was that so-and-so asked you for a drink...”

“This is dumb as hell” you laughed and tossed the magazine with the rest of the mail . You should have known better than to look for advice from a pop culture magazine .

Hours passed and Erik was outside waiting for you . You had taken your time getting ready . The curls your usually had were flattened straight and tucked behind your ears. A casual dress accompanied with a denim jacket and heels . Plus , your make up was perfect.

You walked out of your apartment complex and made your way to Eriks truck. He thought you looked amazing , even more so than ever because you didn’t know how beautiful you were. To him, it was effortless.

“What?” You snapped with an attitude . You noticed the look he gave you when you got into the car . Erik laughed in response and pulled off .

“Nothing , you just look good... that’s all” Erik nodded his head to his music nonchalantly. You turned your body towards the window , just so Erik couldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing your smile . How could a girl be mad at that? And plus, he looked good too.

Erik drove briskly through the mountains , until he reached Devin and Tianas Spanish-styled home . There were several cars in the drive way as you pulled up . You both went inside and greeted everyone. Some new faces and some old .

You went your separate way from Erik, finding comfort in playing games with other people. Erik kept his eye on you the entire time , he was like a lost puppy waiting for you to find him. Out of the two host, Tiana was the first to notice that Erik wasn’t having fun . He told her that the two of you were on bad terms so he gave you space. She suggested that the four of you played a game alone . Tiana gathered you and her husband , then met Erik in a well-off room away from the main party .

“Let’s get it “ Devin shuffled the deck of Uno cards and gave each person seven . Both couples sat across from their mates and played the game .

“Uno!” You called out excitedly , you were down to your last card .

Erik hit you with a draw four and a smirk . Everybody cursed and took cards from the deck .

“Just when I think everything is straight , Erik shuts shit down “

“It’s just a game though” Erik placed a card onto the stack .

“It’s just a game though” you mimicked him in a nagging voice .

The married couple couldn’t stand the tension and before an argument started they interjected .

“You guys talking about Uno, or something else ?” Devin asked .

“Ask the ladies man” you motioned towards Erik . He tossed his cards on the table , fed up .

“What’s going on with you guys , seriously?” Tiana lowered her voice a bit , making sure nobody in the other room could hear the conversation.

“She’s upset because other women still like me” Erik made it seem like no big deal .

“Is that true?” Tiana interjected

“It’s more complicated than that , women are approaching me and messaging me about him”

The two of you felt completely comfortable spilling all the intimate details of the relationship with them . That had years of experience and knowledge under their belts . Erik gave them his view and you followed up with your own .

“You’re upset at something Erik can’t control and Erik should have helped you get to a place where you feel secure” Tiana began to preach .

Erik moved closer to you , running his hand across your lower back . “You don’t feel secure with me?” He spoke low, only for you to hear .

“I feel like I’m suddenly in a competition. If all those women weren’t enough for you then how could I, just one girl, be enough ?” Erik wrapped his arm around you and brought you into his chest . His way of letting you know you were secure with him. He didn’t know you felt that way .

“Why was she different than the rest of the girls?” Tiana questioned Erik. He thought about the night he met her, in this same house . Sure he had seen women more beautiful, women with better bodies and more sex appeal. But it was something about you that drew him in .

“This man drooled on himself when he saw her!” Devin blurted out .

“I did, my shirt got wet and everything “ Erik admitted shamelessly.

“We laughed about that shit for weeks” Devin cracked up.

“Girl, If that don’t make you feel secure then I don’t know what can” Tiana teased .

Devin and Tiana left the room, they allowed you and Erik some alone time . You tried your best not to taunt him for drooling, but you were flattered . Erik still held you against him, you took it a step further and embraced his waist . The words “sorry” were at the tip of your tongue . As soon as you were about to speak, Erik did.

“I remember after our second date, you didn’t call me for a like a week. Usually I wouldn’t trip ... but I did.” He played with your chain for emphasis. “That’s when I knew you were different “

“Erik, I’m sorry I’ve been mean . You don’t deserve that “

“It’s alright , you ready to get out of here?”

You nodded your head and agreed . The two of you said goodbye to everyone and made your way to the car . Erik drove through the hills slowly , enjoying the entire view of the lit city below . His car came to a stop, right on the edge of the road . A few cars were parked near by. They probably had the same idea as Erik .

He wanted to get high and enjoy this view with his girl, his one and only girl. Erik broke down his weed and rolled a blunt . He lit it , giving you the honor of hitting it first .

“I didn’t know how insecure I was , until tonight“ You mouthed , after inhaling and blowing a little smoke through your nostrils .

“You have nothing to be insecure about, I’m with you for a reason. Nobody makes me feel the way you do”

That put a big smile on your face . All you needed was a little assurance. You have him the blunt . He took it between his soft lips and inhaled . It had been almost a week since you felt him inside of you . And something about that small gesture turned you on. You reached over his lap and reclined his seat . Erik smirked at you, he knew exactly what you wanted .

His jeans were already low. You unbuttoned him and pulled his briefs down. His beautiful dick sprung at attention. Without a word you wrapped your mouth around his shaft . You focused on getting it wet so your lips could glide easily . This was his favorite , you were the best at it . You wanted to show him how much you wanted him .

“Shit baby, just like that” Erik ashed his blunt , it felt so good he couldn’t smoke anymore . You slurped hard, hearing the sopping sounds over the radio. Your head bobbed as you popped your lips on the tip of his veiny dick. Erik held on to the back of your head for leverage , bringing you all the way back down on him . You covered every last inch until his dick touched the back of your throat .

“You so perfect for me” Erik brought your head up , allowing you to take in air. He lifted you by your shoulders and kissed your moist lips . It was slow, sensual and passionate . Erik snuck your dress above your ass, then took it upon himself to slide your panties to the side .

“Come sit on this dick” his voice was smooth but still demanding . Just how you liked it.

You raised your leg over his lap, thanking god that Erik had a truck with tints. Erik cut the engine and turned off the radio . You thought maybe he wanted to listen for trouble , but he just wanted to hear you .

You slid onto him easily , seizing the moment . He always felt so good inside of you. Erik peeled your breast from the top of your dress . You rode him slowly .

“This the dick that got you wearing that chain?” he hissed , digging his palm into both of your ass cheeks .

“Yes baby” You let out a whimper, speeding up and adding a little bounce to your movement.

“Show me how you got that fucking chain!” He slapped your ass hard , kicking you in gear . Your breast bounced up and down . Eriks eyes reverted back and forth . Your silk like wetness coated his dick , each time you came down on his shaft he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

The sweet musty smell filled the car , so did the humidity . It covered all the windows , nobody could peak in if they tried .

Eriks hands roamed from your ass , to your waist , to the cup of your delicious breast .Then they found a place on the sides of your neck , bringing you down on to him . Your foreheads touched and the air flared from Eriks nostrils loudly .

“Let it out daddy ! “ you demanded against his lips . He slapped your ass again , piercing his fingers into your mounds . He forced your hips to move to his liking . Erik took control, his dick sent a lightning sensation through senses.

“Ohhh my god” you croaked and rested in the crevice of Eriks neck.

“Yeah? Daddy feel good to you ?” Erik boasted at the sounds you were making .

“Mmmmm, feel so good” you assured him.

Erik used his thighs to thrust upward into you . You let out a scream so loud that it even shocked you . You were powerless, and willing to do anything he wanted in that moment . The sensation he gave you , you’d rob a bank if he asked you to .

You pulled yourself up, holding the sides of his face firmly . Eriks eyes connected with yours before he kissed you quickly . Nothing but Pure extacy was written all over your face . You opened your mouth wide as you took in air .

Erik knew that face, he sped his strokes up . With each thrust his seat became soaked with your cream.

You gripped the roof handle and his chest as you felt yourself about to explode. You came violently . Your head flew back and a growl escaped your pretty lips.

“Don’t fucking move!” Erik never stopped fucking you . Your walls contracted around him as you tried your best not to lift up . Your flesh was far too sensitive to take the pounding Erik was giving you . Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore , he let out a Harsh breath and came inside of you .

You laid back on top of him, unable to climb back into your spot .

“This shit feel so good, I could just drive home with my dick still inside of you “

You let out a tired laugh and kissed under his chin. It was sticky from sweat . It didn’t matter to you , you loved every part of him. You kissed his lips and then back down to his neck . With your tongue you marked your spot and sensually began to suck on its saltiness.

Erik’s dick began to stiffen inside of you . “Round two?” He mumbled.

“Meet me in the back seat”

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