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stultiloquentia I’m not sure this was 100% what you had in mind, but indulge me. 

post-emoji movie Trauma

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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They kiss on the couch, hands and lips lazy, plates and forks discarded. Jack’s mouth is soft and warm and Bitty feels like he’s being pulled under by each sweep of tongue against his bottom lip, each press of thumb against his hip. They kiss, time turned slow and thick, dripping golden as honey from second to second.

Until Jack’s hand slips beneath the hem of Bitty’s shirt, his fingers spreading across the small of his back, and Bitty’s heart ratchets up a notch and his teeth graze Jack’s lip. Jack’s breath catches. He pulls away–eyes dark and cheeks pink, mouth red–and then he’s saying Bitty’s name and pulling Bitty on top of him.

The stretch of his thighs where he straddles Jack’s, the solidity of Jack’s chest beneath his palms, the look in Jack’s eyes as Bitty rises above him; all of it is perfect, all of it is good.


“Bitty,” Jack says. “Bits.” And then both hands are skimming beneath Bitty’s shirt, up his back. He pulls Bitty close and Bitty goes, eagerly, fits their mouths together.

He’d been so nervous at first, afraid that he wasn’t enough, was too inexperienced. That he wouldn’t be what Jack wanted, not really, when all was said and done. He still gets nervous, to be honest; they haven’t been together that long. But everything Jack has done, every touch and every word, pushes those fears away, wearing them down until there’s only the ebb and flow of want between them.

Bitty kisses him. Bitty is kissed. Each touch of Jack’s sinks into him, grounds him even as it sends the world spinning. He’s drunk off it after so long without. School and hockey and distance and public personas keep them apart, will continue to keep them apart. But here in the privacy of Jack’s home, there’s nothing to stop them touching.

Jack’s hair is soft beneath his fingertips, his skin warm. His hands beneath Bitty’s shirt are huge, and Bitty wants them elsewhere, everywhere. All he has to do is ask.

Jack will give.

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anonymous asked:

Would you ever write ace bitty? Where after he figured out he was gay, everything felt right for a little, but then started feeling wrong again because he was ace. And then he's super worried about coming out about it to Jack because he's fine with making out and all the stuff before it, but after, he wants no part. (I'm not projecting this coming out to a partner anxiety, what are you talking about?)

So, anon. I was really, really excited about this prompt, but you happened to ask exactly the right thing at exactly the wrong time. It clashed with some real life events in the worst possible way, which is why it took so long to get to you. 
[we’ll just call this an AU of the same conversation i had with my own partner]
cw: mention of rape (in a general discussion about consent way)

By all rights, Bitty should have been happy. He should have been ecstatic. It was his senior year, he was captain of the hockey team, he was in a relationship with a wonderful, loving, amazing man. He was out to his friends. He was finally, finally living the life he always hoped he could have been never thought he would.

But… he wasn’t happy. Somehow, he still felt like he was living a lie. Not exactly the same lie he was living back in Georgia, but almost worse in a way. Because it wasn’t the lie he had grown up telling himself, then telling his family. No, it was something that he was keeping from that wonderful, amazing man.

Despite all the joking around that the team did about him and Jack and their sex life, it wasn’t exactly the active thing they thought it was. No, Jack and Bitty had intercourse exactly once, and never again. Not for lack of trying (on Jack’s part, at least). But between both of their busy lives, it was never a problem that had come up, really. And, well, it was never really a problem for Bitty at all.

They made it work with cuddles and the occasional Skype sex… or, well, that implied that it was a two-way thing, and mostly it was just enthusiastic participation on Jack’s end and encouragement on Bitty’s.

But, somehow the fates had aligned and both men had time off, and time alone. Bitty was the first to move into the Haus by about a week, so that he could get it ready for the school year and psych himself up for being captain. The Falcs weren’t quite into their regular training schedule yet, so Jack managed to take a few days off to help move Bitty in. And to spend some much needed time together.

And that probably, definitely, meant sex.

The thing was, though… Bitty liked the way he fit under Jack’s arm and the feeling of a warm body pressed against his while they watched silly youtube videos. He even liked the feeling of Jack’s lips pressed against his and big hands running up and down his back and his sides. The rest of it, though…

Bitty was happy with just the cuddling and sweet kisses. Just cuddles and kisses. That was all he wanted. And he didn’t know how to tell Jack, who he was in a relationship, that he no longer wanted that it to include sex.

It felt like a huge giant lie. Jack had entered into their relationship under the impression that there would be a sexual component to it. For a full year, Bitty had lied about it. Well, maybe not lied, because he definitely thought that was something he wanted at first. But misrepresented.

Bitty knew that Jack was going to be there any minute to help him unpack everything, but he just couldn’t find the energy in himself to get up. In his head, Bitty was just reserving the energy he had for the impending conversation he knew he would have to have with Jack. In reality, that wasn’t quite the case, but it never really hurt to tell yourself a small lie like that.

He tried hard to organize the thoughts in his head, to find a way to explain how he was feeling without making Jack feel like he was lied to or taken advantage of. He tried to think of a way to explain that he really thought he was gay, for 20 years that’s the label he gave himself, and now he was maybe reconsidering? Gosh, even thinking the word asexual made him cringe.

It wasn’t that he thought there was anything wrong with being asexual. He knew that Dex was, and Shitty would just about have a field day if he knew that Bitty was even thinking along those lines. No, that wasn’t what he was having a problem with. His problem was that he had always been so sure that he was gay.

The slamming of the front door knocked Bitty out of his thoughts. He wasn’t prepared, not in the least, and yet there was Jack calling out to him. “Bitty, you here?”

He could tell Jack had been spending a lot of time with Marty lately, his accent was so much thicker than normal.

“In here, sweetheart.”

Jack a few steps up the staircase, probably on his way to Bitty’s room. Bitty tracked his movement by sound, but didn’t turn around to watch his boyfriend enter the living room. He couldn’t look at Jack, not if he wanted to get through this talk without breaking down before it even happened.

After a few seconds, Jack was behind the couch pressing a soft kiss to the top of Bitty’s head. It nearly broke him.

“Hey, honey.” Bitty finally turned to look at Jack and felt tears forming in his eyes. Oh, this was gonna be a mess and a half.

Jack looked beautiful, as always. Being with the Falconers, despite the increased pressure, had done so right by him. He was thicker and more muscular than even six months ago, and the off season left him with a tan that made his blue eyes practically glow.

Of course, the minute he saw Bitty’s face, the wide smile he wore fell and he immediately sat down next to Bitty on the couch (and if him sitting on the nasty green couch wasn’t an indication that something was wrong, really what was?).

“Are you okay?”

Bitty put a hand on Jack’s knee. “Um, actually. We need to talk.”

Jack slouches in on himself. “Oh. Uh, okay.”

All of Bitty’s planning went straight out the window. Before he realized he was even doing it, his mouth was spouting every thought in his head.“I lied to you. And I understand if you want to break up with me. I totally get it, and I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m not breaking up with you is because I’m selfish. I’m real selfish, Jack.”

Jack go a hurt look on his face that Bitty only saw there once before when he was talking about Kent Parson, and he had never hated himself more for being the one to put it there. He never, ever wanted to see Jack so hurt, especially because of him.

And of course, Jack was just as supportive and amazing as ever. He placed one of his own hands over Bitty’s, where it rested, clenched, on his thigh. “Whatever the problem is, Bittle, we can deal with it.”

A little part of Bitty knew that Jack calling him Bittle wasn’t strange or abnormal. Heck, he was still Bittle more often than Bitty. But in that moment, a huge part of him screamed that it was Jack’s way of creating distance, of falling back into an unfamiliar name so that he would have an easier time breaking up with Bitty.

He could feel a single tear rolling down his cheek, but didn’t bother to wipe it away. More would just come to replace it anyway. “I know that we had a lot of plans for this week, the time we have together. And I still want to spend every little second I can with you! But… but I don’t want to have sex.”

Jack’s face went from the painfully blank expression to confused. There was a little wrinkle between his eyebrows that, on any other day, Bitty would run a finger over to relax the muscles there.

“Bittle. Bitty, that’s okay. We don’t have to rush into anything. I don’t have a problem with waiting if that’s what you want.”

“No, Jack. I don’t want to wait. I don’t want to have sex at all. I, um. When I told you I was gay, I think I lied to you. I did lie to you. I love you to death, but I just don’t want… that. Ever. I think I’m asexual.”

Bitty looked down at where their hands were joined. He couldn’t bear to look at Jack’s face. He already knew what it would look like. That same carefully blank expression he had on earlier, the one that said he was upset. Or maybe he would be outright angry, rage painted on his face in a way that was usually saved for the ice.

They sat there like that for longer than Bitty thought he could stand. He couldn’t be the one who broke the silence, but he flinched when Jack did.

“Eric, look at me.” Eric. God, that hurt. “Please, please look at me.”

Bitty couldn’t deny that urgent tone in Jack’s voice, and he couldn’t delay the inevitable. He lifted his tear-filled eyes to meet Jack’s. Instead of blank or even angry, like he thought he would find, Jack’s expression was something Bitty had never seen before. It was serious and… hurt?

“I don’t care about that, okay? I love you, and I don’t care about the sex. But please, please tell me that the time we did, and the skype… I wasn’t forcing you, was it? Did I pressure you into it? I didn’t, did I?”

Bitty’s eyes went wide with horror. “No! Baby, no, not at all. I promise, I never felt pressure about anything.”

Jack pulled him into a tight hug and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Bitty started crying. If someone asked, there was no way he could name everything he was feeling in that moment. He was still so scared that their relationship wouldn’t work out, that this would end up coming between them. And he was so happy that Jack said he didn’t care about sex, even if Bitty was pretty sure he had no idea what all that entailed. He was relieved that this whole conversation was done and over with. He was nearly giddy with how well it had went.

And above all else, Bitty felt loved. He felt secure and supported, and he felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be, in Jack’s arms.