That Night

I had just come out the shower and was now chilling in my boxers. There I was laying in my bed watching the Justice League DVD on a Saturday night while my room mate was out having fun at the club on this rainy night. In my opinion, this was a better way to spend my night instead of going out in the rain to get sick. I am Derek, a slender light skinned black male with brown eyes. I’m not much of a party enthusiast as most in my age category of 18 are but I am human and my dick was starting to make me aware of that fact as it ascended from slumber. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a virgin. I lowered the TV volume and just as I was about to give it some attention, there was a text notification sound on my phone .

Me (Derek Towers)

My friend AJ hit me up on whatsapp. Now AJ was an attractive guy with an amazing ass and what I had to guess was a pretty good size dick. I could only imagine as I saw the outline once while we were on the beach. AJ was an easygoing fellow about a year older than myself. We met at my job at the hotel where I was a waiter and he was a lifeguard. He was cool and we got along great but he was ridiculously homophobic and there was no way I was going to let him know that I played for both teams.

After our conversation, I still had my little problem. I opened the tumblr app on my phone and scrolled down looking at sexy guys for hours, occasionally watching some porn video. Eventually, I saw a new story by my favorite author @morrisondauthor​ entitled  “Freak by Night 7: Freaky Sneaky.” His stories are always so sexy that I find myself ejaculating before I get to the end. I get so upset when he takes a while to post his stories because they give me life and take me to a world I could never imagine. For some reason, the context usually gets me hornier than the images he uses. I got to the good part and it made me so close to my climax when my phone notification alarmed me. If you haven’t guessed, it was AJ letting me know he got home safely. He went on to tell me about his night and how he had four rounds of sex with his date in her car and she came all 4 times. I was so jealous, I was trying to come once to satisfy myself and he interrupted me boasting about his extravagant time. Now all I had in my mind were images of his sexy ass f***ing her sexy ass in the car and my vivid imagination made me ten times hornier. I had to get my nut so I told him the truth.

Me: You got your nut now I’m going to work on mine

Him: With Pamela? 😂😂😂 Night. Don’t forget the jergens.

I didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead I went to the living room and sat in the couch with nothing on but my boxer briefs. My dick stuck fully erect through the hole in my boxers and I jacked away once again replaying Morrison’s story in my head imagining it was me coming down the stairs to a sexy surprise. The sound of the thunderstorm outside with sprinkles of rain violently pelleting the window fueled my hormones and I could feel my balls ready to release the seed from their constraints. Suddenly there was a loud crash at my doorstep synonymous with a lightning bolt outside which ignited fear into my heart and caused me to forget that I was horny. Cautiously I approached the door and peered through the peep hole to notice nobody standing in the hallway. Still my curiosity wouldn’t let me rest so I opened the door ready to put my self defense skills to the test if I needed it. Imagine my disappointment when I viewed my roommate, Kevin wet from head to toe lying at our doorstep in the fetal position. He appeared to be highly intoxicated and since he doesn’t have a car, I can only assume that a Good Samaritan literally dropped him at the door. As the epinephrine wore off, I started to realize that I was once again disturbed from achieving my natural high.

Even though I was upset, I couldn’t leave him there like that so I dragged him inside. Like AJ, Kevin was straight, usually requesting that I keep the “gay shit” to myself. Yes, he knew about me. I’ve known him since we were kids because we were neighbors and grew up living in each other’s homes. When I found out that I had a taste for both girls and boys, I was around 13 and Kevin was the only person I told at the time. His reaction to the news could have been better. He called me a faggot and stormed out of my house. We didn’t speak for weeks afterward. Eventually he came to me randomly one day and apologized. I couldn’t forgive him and asked him to leave letting him know just how much he hurt me. He didn’t give up though and proved himself from that day forth that he wanted to be my best friend again. He fought off bullies, walked with me home from school and acted like the friend he was before I told him. I forgave him after a while and we were boys again. He constantly tries to get me to go out and drink with him but like I said before, I really don’t have a taste for it. We got this apartment when we moved to Florida for college and we get along well despite his occasional battles with alcoholism. Even so, it’s never been this bad.Kevin loved the gym and he worked out every weekday evening at 5 and went jogging every morning at 6. He took his physical health very seriously which is why I never understood why he drank alcohol. He also managed to maintain above average grades for his track and field scholarship at UCF.

Kevin Dill

I lifted Kevin off the floor and even though he was rather heavy, got him to the bathtub and removed the wet clothes from his barely responsive body. I haven’t seen him naked since we took baths together as kids but when I saw his naked body I had to step back and admire the marvelous muscular masterpiece. My eyes wandered to his dick which wasn’t even hard yet his uncircumcised attachment was 7 inches long and fatter towards the base. I finally snapped back into reality left to get a glass of warm water and an empty bucket in case he vomited. I ran some warm water in the bathtub and thoroughly bathed him. I couldn’t believe I was cleaning a grown man, but I didn’t want him to go into hypothermia. Not only was he drunk, but he was also wet from the cold rain. He started to gain a reasonable level of consciousness.

“Derek? What are you doing?”

“You’re drunk and cold just relax and drink this.”

I gave him an aspirin and the glass of warm water and watched him take it.

“I’m naked”

“I know”


“You were wet and unconscious”

“You couldn’t let me sleep it off?”

“I’m sorry would you rather get a cold or die from dehydration and hypothermia?”

He sucked his teeth, “you didn’t have to remove my boxers.”

“Hey if it’s wet it comes off.”

“Get out,” he said covering his private area.

“Nope, you could pass out at any minute. Look, I already lifted your heavy ass in here, removed your clothes by myself then took my bare hands and wiped your dirty ass. In fact it was my hands that peeled back your foreskin and cleaned your penis. It’s a little too late for modesty.”

He was speechless so I said, “What’s that on the floor? Pick it up you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Your bottom lip, now get out the tub and come dry off”

“Ha Ha…very funny,” he sarcastically mumbled as he stumbled out the bathtub.

I was right there to catch him with a towel and prevent him from falling. I began to dry his body when he smartly remarked, “I can do it myself you know”

I removed my body support and he dropped to the ground barely breaking his fall with his forearms.

“I thought you had it.”

“Help me up”

“Help me up what?”

“Help me up please”

“Help me up please what?”

“D’, I’m not saying that”

“Ok,” I began to leave the room.

“Fine, Please help me up Supreme Overlord Towers”

“No problem.” I helped him up and noticed he had an erection.

“Friend of yours?” I teased.

“Shut up!”

I assisted him to his bedside and helped him slide on his boxers.

“I feel so embarrassed,” he admitted

“Why? It’s just us here, chill.”

“This is not fair. You’ve seen me naked now and I even got hard,” he slapped his face in embarrassment.

“We used to bathe together all the time, washing each other’s backs and laughing at each other’s nakedness. What’s the big deal?”

He couldn’t make eye contact and stayed quiet so after sucking my teeth, I slid off my boxers, threw them to the side and danced around in a circle wagging my dick from left to right.

“Woah!” He exclaimed.

“Now I don’t have on anything. Are you happy now?”

He laughed hysterically, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Go to bed.” I helped him lay down and covered him with a warm blanket.

I turned around to leave but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“Again? I never left you.”

He burst into tears, “yes you did. When I called you by that word and you got upset with me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted to lose my best friend. Those were the hardest months of my life, I never even cried over a girl like that.”

Confused, all I could say was, “This must be the alcohol talking.” I turned to leave again.

“Please!” He shouted.

“Okay, okay, just don’t yell like that again. The neighbors are sleeping.”

“Sleep here tonight.”

“If that would make you feel better, fine, but don’t vomit on me please.” I went to the corner to get my boxers.

“You don’t need those.”

Once again, confused but internally contented. I happily obliged, turned off the light went on the other side of his queen sized bed, pulling the covers over my exposed body.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

The sound of rain pattering on the window echoed in the room and I was falling asleep. Unexpectedly, I felt a warm gentle touch on my dick that slammed the emergency brake of the train to dreamland. My dick was being massaged by none other than my best friend. I silently protested in my head not wanting to disturb the amazing sensation I was feeling which caused me to leak pre-ejaculation fluid. My brain finally gained control and I managed to stop him.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shh. Just let it happen.”

“Now you sound like a rapist. This has to be the alcohol affecting you. You are not in your right frame of mind.” I got up and as I was standing up to leave, he pulled my hand and I landed supine right on the side of him. He lay against me leaning on his side I could see the shadow of his head in front of me and I could feel he was staring at me. Lightning flashed and I saw the look in his eyes that paralyzed me for that moment. I felt the heat radiating from his head increasing in intensity as he slowly approached my face. I felt like Chris from Get Out in the hypnosis scene, helplessly watching this happen through the windows of my eyes. When the eternity passed and he connected with my lips, the curtains closed but I could sense the brightest flashes of lightning outside. I regained control and participated in the best kiss of my life. Opening our eyes and pulling apart met us with nature’s fireworks applauding our performance.

“Wow,” we chorused.

He grabbed my body and brought me into a passionate make out session, rubbing his well toned body against mine allowing me to once again feel it’s shape, this time against my own. He went down to the left side of my neck and started sucking on it while rubbing his hands all over my back down to my bare ass. I hate hickeys but the euphoria was too intense to stop. I felt electricity flowing through my body as he continued. He kissed his way down to my left nipple and I expressed a soft moan. It felt like there was a string directly attached to the pleasure nerves in my dickhead. He continued kissing down my abs until he got to my pubic hairs and he got up. My eyes opened reacting to the sudden pause. We breathed deeply and synchronized.

“I never did anything with a dude before,” he admitted

“I’m still a virgin,” I countered.

“I know.”

I felt my face blush with embarrassment only to be aroused with pleasure at the immediate moist warm sensation that came from the head of my dick. Did he really just put my dick in his mouth? I looked down and he continued down the nine and a half inch solid shaft managing to get half of it in his mouth. That was the most mind blowing feeling in my life.

“You sure you never did this before?”

He chuckled and continued up and down repetitively sending me to a new level of heaven. He paused again and I couldn’t handle any more suspense. I reversed our positions and did exactly as he did to me in the same sequence. I thought my reaction was intense but as I sucked his neck his hands went all over my body and their favorite place was my ass. I worked my way to his nipples and he let out the sexiest deep moan that I couldn’t compare to all my years of watching porn. It send jolts through my body causing me to be extra turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what that dick tasted like. I skipped his abs and went straight to his pubic hairs which like mine were short lavishing in the musk they produced. I licked his dick from the base along the underside to the tip where I licked around the head tasting the pheromones produced. I experimented sticking my tongue in the entrance and he jumped.

“That was intense!” he smiled

I continued taking his head in my throat and he rewarded me with another deep moan. I continued my assault down the shaft attempting to go as far as I could. I made it as far as about 3 inches when ii felt my teeth hit his skin and I pulled back thinking about how much that hurt.

“Easy with the teeth baby”

Baby? If I wasn’t black I’m sure my face would be an apple right now. I tried again, this time opening my mouth as wide as I could and I made it down 5 inches of his eleven before I started to choke and retreat for air. He moaned again and that made me determined to get to the base. I went for it again this time holding my breath and swallowing as I went down fighting hard to resist the urge to cough. I think I made it as far as 9 inches that time but it was as far as I could possibly go. He let out another deep moan lasting longer than any of the predecessors.

“Damn baby no girl ever committed to going that far down.”

I was happy to satisfy him but after that I went up and down taking in only what I could manage, slobbering all over that sexy tool of his. After a few minutes, he pulled my head up and lead me in another intense kiss.

“I want to make love to you baby.” He stared intimately at me.


“I want to fuck you.”

“You gotta let me fuck you too”

“No way I’m letting you anywhere near my ass with that thing.” He protested

“And I’m supposed to let you in mine?”

“Yeah but I love you and I want to prove it to you by taking your virginity.”

“I love you too and you can prove your love by letting me fuck you and take your virginity as well”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Your ass is.”

“You always did have a smart mouth. It’s one of your most attractive qualities.”

“Well, the ball is in your court”

“Ugh….Okay, just go easy on me please.”

“I could say the same.”

“Okay turn over.”

“Umm no. We need to do a couple things to prepare first”

“We? Things like what?”

“Yes we! Come on, I’ll show you”

I went in my bedroom and grabbed my fleet. It’s a good thing I got two new bottles just in case a miracle happened. Didn’t think I’d get to use them so soon. I researched online how to prepare a long time ago and even practiced a couple of times. I taught Kevin what to do and after a while we were ready. We returned to his bedroom and turned his desk lamp on dimly. The patter of the rain was the only sound for a brief moment.

“That felt wierd,” he complained.

“Well there’s one more step we have to take,” I handed him the tube of lube.

“Hold on no need to rush just yet, I want to taste that ass first,” He kissed me intently then moved both of my legs up and attacking my asshole like it was his last meal. I don’t know which was better, that blowjob or the other level he was sending me to while he ate me. I felt his tongue go places that I didn’t know anything could. All of a sudden, I had this epileptic episode I couldn’t control. I was so weak after he finally finished with me. He grabbed the lube and inserted a finger inside my hole to open me up. He worked his second finger in there. and was about to enter.

“You better go up to 4 fingers, that thing is huge”

The third finger hurt like pins and needles. and the fourth was even worse. I really thought I was bleeding. He waited until I was comfortable, somehow managing to remain hard during the entire exercise. I guess he was as horny as I was. He entered me in the missionary position and I felt a sudden sharp pain as he passed my sphincter that sent kilojoules of electricity through my body. I cried and wanted to stop but he held me down and comforted me,

“Relax baby, just relax.”

I took slow deep breaths until the pain eased and he did not move. He waited until I was comfortable before he continued penetrating me at a steady pace. He didn’t go all the way in but he started a slow rhythm with about three inches of his massive meat. He only went further when I was in agreement. I stopped the rhythm and pushed him on his back without severing our connection. Gently I lowered myself onto his rod taking inch by inch until to my surprise, I fit the whole thing in there. I was so proud I almost didn’t notice the euphoric look on Kevin’s face.

“Damn baby, you sexy as f***,” he complimented.

I began a steady rhythm on him and I could feel him hitting my spot every time. Our session went on for a while. We went in every position we could imagine possible until he had me on my belly leaning against the edge of the bed drilling me.

“Hold on baby, you’re going to make me come,” I warned.

“That’s the plan baby,” he smirked.

I realized what he was trying to do and used every will power I had to stop myself from coming and resist him, ending that part of our session.

“You think you’re slick. I’m f***ing your ass tonight.” I retaliated.

He had a look of disappointment on his face but he lie back, removed his condom and succumbed to my wishes. He lie on his back rolling his eyes and pulled his leg up to reveal the prettiest pink spot I’ve ever seen in my life (only one I saw in person but it didn’t compare to anything in porn). I had to treat something so precious with the utmost care. I gently licked it for a few minutes before I let my tongue explore every delicious crevice of his ass it could reach. I imagine his ass would taste like ass but his was surprisingly sweet. I stuck my tongue inside and was shocked when I heard a deep moan escape his lips. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued until I tasted something extra sweet and when I looked at it, it was a white fluid. I think he came from his ass. Damn I made him cream from eating him. I couldn’t believe it. His ass was moister than my tongue and I tasted as much as I could before grabbing the bottle of lube. I didn’t think I’d need it but I did not want to hurt him nor did I want him to chicken out. I inserted 2 of my fingers and they went in without a struggle. I had to fight with the third and fourth because his ass had a constant death grip on them. I positioned myself for entry and took it slow with him, exercising as much care as he did me. Like myself, he seemed to experience discomfort with the infiltration of the head. So I repeated the process and let him get used to it. After a while, he told me to go ahead. I started a slow rhythm  and carefully eased inch by inch into him until i was working 5 inches inside him. Without warning, he reversed the situation and put himself on top like I did. He started riding me. I was speechless but it felt so good when he slammed all the way down onto my dick taking all of it. He looked so sexy, I watched as his pecks vibrated and his ass jiggled moving up and down on me. He was so sexy I wanted to cry at the beauty I was beholding. His mouth was wide open and his eyes closed with his head tilted back moaning. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Once again we had another session with multiple positions until I was backshotting him. He creamed on my dick again throughout the experience. It felt so good, I knew I would climax soon.  He tried to run but I managed to pull him back every time. He said it was too intense and he couldn’t take much more, begging me to cum.

“What’s my name?”


“Wrong!” I violently pounded him.

“What’s my name?”

“I don’t know.” He cried.

“Yea you do,” I pounded harder, “what’s my name?”

“Supreme (moan) Overlord (moan) Towers,” he cried out in pleasure. With those words, 2 weeks of tension building erupted into the condom flooding it with life fluid. I came for a minute straight. I didn’t even know that was possible. The condom had the most cum I’ve ever seen in my life inside and I have know idea how all that fit in there. I looked down to see that Kevin came too. His sheets were soaked in his liquid release. There was so much I was sure he produced more than I did. We struggled to catch our breaths for bout five minutes. It was still raining and we took a shower together and had another make out session. We dried off and went to my room in our birthday suits. He spooned me and we had a long intense discussion even though it was now 3 in the morning.

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid.”

“Of what? I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t know. I panicked that day you told me and the reason I freaked out is because I didn’t know how to react. I developed feelings for you and didn’t know how to express myself.”

“All these years and you wait until now to tell me. So what now?”


Disclaimer: Persons in the images used are not necessarily as the story describes do not reflect their character or sexuality. They are a mere depiction of each character’s features. However if there is a problem, please write me and they will be replaced by similar entities

© I. Black 2017

★*゚‘゚・ Stephen King’s It (1990)

❝ I told you to stay out of this. ❞
❝ Six kids missing or dead is cause for alarm. ❞
❝ There’s something wrong here. ❞
❝ You didn’t have to take this job. We don’t need the money.  ❞
❝ I took the job to be with you.  ❞
❝ Swear to me that if It isn’t dead…we’ll all come back. ❞
❝ Please, ______, tell me a story. ❞
❝ Go bug somebody else, I don’t feel so hot. ❞
❝ Be careful. ❞
❝ Aren’t you gonna say hello? ❞
❝ Don’t you want a balloon?  ❞
❝ I’m not supposed to take stuff from strangers. My dad said so. ❞
❝ There’s cotton candy, rides and all sorts of surprises down here. And balloons, too, all colors. ❞
❝ They float. And when you’re down here with me… you float too! ❞
❝ He didn’t just die. He was…murdered. ❞
❝ Why are you stuttering? ❞
❝ What happened? Tell me. Damn it, talk to me. Let me help. ❞
❝ You’re scaring me. ❞
❝ We live in dangerous times, boys and girls. I want you to be careful. ❞
❝ You’re gonna die! ❞
❝ Elmer Fudd has a lisp. It’s Porky Pig that stutters. ❞
❝ Now don’t insult my intelligence. ❞
❝ You’re doing fine. You can handle this. ❞
❝ Listen to me. There’s been another murder. ❞
❝ I’ll show you how to float down here. They all float down here! ❞
❝ You gotta help me! Somebody, please! ❞
❝ In the basement! There’s a werewolf! ❞
❝ We were lucky we didn ’t get ourselves killed that summer. ❞
❝ I didn’t see a werewolf. Just a clown. ❞
❝ It’s an evil being that can read our minds…and take the shape we’re afraid of. ❞
❝ Couldn’t it be just a guy dressed up in a clown suit?  ❞
❝ I got bones to pick with you, but I’ll let that go for today. ❞
❝ I’ll kill you all! ❞
❝ I’ll drive you crazy and I’ll kill you all! ❞
❝ I’m every nightmare you’ve ever had! I’m your worst dream come true! I’m everything you ever were afraid of! ❞
❝ We gotta do something. ❞
❝ They don’t see what we see. ❞
❝ You grow up, you stop believing. ❞
❝ It kills kids, damn it! ❞
❝ It’s scared of us, you know. I can feel that. I swear to God I can. ❞
❝ I want to kill it. ❞
❝ Help me. Please, help me. Help me. ❞
❝ You promised. ❞
❝ I think this is crazy. ❞
❝ On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country. ❞
❝ …you guys don’t have to do this. ❞
❝ What are you afraid of? ❞
❝ Before you die, I want you to think about every rock you threw…and everything you’ve said. Think about that before you die. ❞
❝ Wake up, hot stuff. That ain’t Daddy. ❞
❝ I am eternal, child. I am the eater of worlds…and of children. And you are next. ❞
❝ It sounded like It was dying. ❞
❝ How could I have forgotten? ❞
❝ I’m not afraid of you.❞
❝ I got a balloon for you. Don’t you want a balloon? ❞
❝ You’re too old to stop me. You’re all too old! ❞
❝ You’re in my mind. Only in my mind. ❞
❝ I wasn’t gonna hurt you. I don’t even know you.  ❞
❝ Reliving your childhood? ❞
❝ Just saying hi to some old ghosts, you know. ❞
❝ Get out of Derry while you still can. ❞
❝ What the hell is happening? I mean, what is going on? ❞
❝ When they pulled him out, his hair was white. He was babbling. About a clown. ❞
❝ Why are we the only ones that can see this? ❞
❝ It’s true what they say. We all float down here. And you will too.  ❞
❝ ______’s dead. ❞
❝ Let’s get the hell out of here. ❞

I have a twitchy urge to change one (or more) of the 7 Minutes in Heaven objects cause I picked them all when I was sitting in class like a long time ago and it was a split second decision but I’m also kind of sentimentally attached to it being the way it is but also I want the object to make sense with the plot I make up as I go along



listen 2 me: tony in that goddamn thigh holster getting pinned against a wall by steve, maybe somewhere post-battle, steve running his hands down his thighs and encouraging tony to wrap his legs around him as steve picks him up easily with two hands under his thighs, and they grip him there warm and solid and secure until there’s a clatter somewhere to the side and tony whips out the pistol and shoots a straggler alien in mild irritation before turning his attention back to steve

god i love ezra - both me and hyun

Hyun had a job, now. Ezra had asked her to actually do something. She didn’t know the full plan, probably for a good reason. If Akemi and Ezra got hurt…

No use thinking of that. She had a job to do.

She made her way onto the roof, turning a full circle around. It was nice. Scenic. Would be a good enough place to die, if Monokuma so decided. 

She took a seat on one of the benches, cupping her hands around her mouth. “MONOKUMA!” She yelled. With a weird popping noise, the bear appeared.
She hated everything she was about to do. 
“Hey, uh- Sexy bear.” Jesus christ.
“Uh. Goldilocks. I’m… Just right. For you.” Holy shit.
“I made food. Let’s have a nice romantic dinner.” She has never craved death more.
The bear agreed. He was fairly good company, though she wasn’t sure how he was eating. Leaving after 45 minutes or so, she knelt down in the elevator and banged her head against the wall.

The shit she does for these guys.

10 relatable af Bastille lyrics (exams edition)

Here we go:
• look out to the future but it tells you nothing…
• I’ll watch it all fall apart / heaven help me / help me help me help me help me
• pick me up, up off the floor
• ohhh I’m not ready, ohhh I’m not ready
• I pray for the ground to swallow me whole
• it’s easier to burry my head in the sand sometimes
• if you’re gonna hit me, hit me harder
• run away as fast as you can gooooo
• how am I gonna be an optimist about this (I had to. It’s a classic)
• crossing my heart and hope to die

Sleeping Beauty (Pt 4)

Pt 1 (x)

Pt 2 (x)

Pt 3 (x)

Lance was still unconscious, to the point where his dreams faded and all he could see was black nothingness. He was falling into some sort of coma, one that would kill him. Coran panicked. 

He couldn’t possibly lift Lance like this so he stopped the game and called down the rest of the paladins. “What gives Coran?! We were so clo-” Keith stopped in his tracks. “Oh…” ‘Oh’? That’s all Keith had to say?! ‘Oh’?! Coran gritted his teeth.

“Help him! Get him to the med-bay do something!” He barked.

As if they forgot what was before them, they scrambled to get Lance up and move him. Lance woke up on the way there though. He opened his eyes very slowly still dizzy and cold. “Cold…” he whispers and Hunk goes crazy. “Lance! Oh my god what happened to you, man?!” but before he could answer back he was out again. Shiro reached for Lance’s neck and checked for a pulse. He pulled away with fear stricken eyes. 

“I cant feel a pulse…”

They all went deafeningly silent. Lance was dying, if not dead already.

They stuffed his limp body into a suit and put him into the healing pod with worry seemingly permanently stitched onto their faces. They looked to each other for clarity— for knowledge of what happened.

Coran looked himself and he was boiling with rage. They were supposed to take care of each other, help each other and they decided to ignore him! Allura ran through the doors. When her eyes fell upon Lance she stopped and put her hands over her mouth in shock. “Is he…”

“No. No he’s alive. Barely.” Shiro signed and looked to the princess. “What happened to him? Why wasn’t he playing the game?”

“I…. I didn’t know where he was. I thought he was ditching us. I looked for him-” she felt a lump well in the base of her throat.

“No you did not!” Coran shouted. “Princess you glanced at the monitors and stepped a foot into his room. You didn’t care about him. You were glad he was gone!” Throwing her straight under the bus he checked Lance’s vitals on the monitor. “He’s got some low levels of… so… dium? Sodium?”

Pidge’s eyes went wide. “How long has Lance not been eating?!”

“How should we know Pidge?” Keith crossed his arms and looked at the floor. 

“We should know, Keith. He’s our friend and our teammate. We were supposed to look out for him.” Shiro put a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “The last time I saw Lance eat was a week ago but I’m sure he ate after that.”

“No he didn’t. He hasn’t been drinking any water either. His low sodium levels…? Lance is dying of dehydration.” Pidge sunk to the floor.

“I hadn’t seen him sleep either. I mean, look at the bags under his eyes.” Shiro gritted his teeth.

Hunk was beating himself up inside, his best friend. His best friend went around for God-knows-how-long without food, water, or sleep. He was a walking time bomb.

“When he wakes up we’ll have to make him eat something.” Pidge stood up to find the princess standing infront of her looking at Lance.

“I found… some weird red liquid in his room. By his bed. I don’t know what it is but there was a lot of it.” She mumbled and Pidge thought she misheard her.

“Oh my god…” Keith ran out of the room with Shiro and Hunk hot on his heels. No, no, no, no, no! Don’t let it be true! Don’t let it be true! They ran around corners, panting and praying all the same. When they arrived at Lance’s room Keith hesitated infront of the panel. Shiro however, could not wait a second longer and slammed his hand on the panel and watched the door slide open/ They couldn’t find anything from first glance so they walked over the end of the bed and they saw it. They saw the blood on the floor.

“Help me… Help me, please… Somebody help me!”

guys if Steve actually dies in civil war it will mean he never, never truly knew happiness.

he was sickly, bullied and made fun of his entire childhood and teenage years. he only got good health at the cost of his own peace and chance at normalcy. he has spent all of what’s supposed to be the best years of your life at war and suffering in one way or another. watching his friends be killed by his side. his one chance at having love and a family was taken away from him. he has dedicated his life, so selflessly giving everything he has left, to protecting people so they can safely continue to have what he has always wanted but always been denied. just a simple, quiet life.

It’s 1am and I’m crying my eyes out because Steve Rogers has never really been happy and will most likely die without once ever having got to live his life.

Say You Love Me / Stenbrough

I am a SUCKER for song fics and I also really really love Fleetwood Mac sooooo … here’s the lovechild of that. ALSO shout out to my bab @trashmoutheds for talking about writing n making me want to!! (and her pal for saying my eyebrows were perfect, thanks bbz)

Words - 1.1k

Warnings - swearing?? I think that’s all??

Stanley Uris was, to put it kindly, royally fucked.

I mean - in hindsight, how could he have not seen this coming? Bill Denbrough was the only person he was truly comfortable around: borrowing clothes, cuddling, holding hands … All of these things being strictly platonic of course, because Stanley Uris was not falling for Bill Denbrough. At all. No, sir.

Except for the small detail that all of the above may be a lie. And Stan may have fallen in love with Bill Denbrough. 

(May have meaning he was completely head over heels.) (But details, right?)

And so this may have lead to where he was now: sitting in his small car outside of Bill’s house, the rain flitting the front window and causing it to be completely coated, unable to see out of.

(May have meaning that he was most definitely here, outside Bill Denbrough’s house, for that exact reason.)

 Stan thought that this was as good as any physical representation of how his brain felt, sat in the driver’s seat in thick silence. Although it may have been silent, Stan’s brain was far from it - things his friends had said to him over the past few months spreading the interior of his brain like butter on toast, thick and gooey and leaving him feeling like he had melted.

‘How do you know you love Eddie, Rich?’

‘YOWZA, Stan the Man is in love!’ Richie had squealed, but not pressing the subject because this was Stan, closed book Stan, coming to his local trashmouth for relationship advice. ‘I know I love Spaghetti because every time I look at his stupid face I can’t help but smile, and I can’t imagine ever living without him.’

And then there had been Beverly - and that day she wore Ben’s jumper to school.

‘Stan!’ She had gushed to him in second period physics, ‘Look at how big and warm Ben’s jumper is, I think I’m in love with him - I know I’m in love with him! He’s such a sweetheart and I just love him so much, Stan,’

And how Stan had felt sick that day, because Lord knew that was how he felt when Bill let him borrow his jumpers - and how he’d pushed that feeling to the back of his mind because Stanley Uris was a jew! He didn’t fall in love with boys, he just couldn’t. He was the rabbi’s son! Why would he do something that would bring such shame to his father?

So why did Stan’s stomach lurch every time Bill smiled? 

Stan was a clever boy - and these two things floating in his mind, and the fact that he didn’t look at conventional pictures as his other friends did - led him to realise that whilst not only was he gay, he was also madly in love with Bill Denbrough. Oops.

‘Now or never,’ he sighed out loud to himself, taking his keys in his hand and exiting his car, his heart racing and stomach fluttering with not just butterflies, but the entire insect house at the zoo. He locked his car and put the keys into the very end of his pocket, as if this action would deter him from picking them out and sprinting back into the safety of his car.

Stan, being used to turning up at Bill’s house at stupid o’clock, hoisted his nimble body over the back fence, and struggled over the conservatory, as he usually did. Except this time was different, because he was going to tell Bill he loved him. And it could be his last time in this house. But details, right?

He crouched on the plastic roof of the Denbrough’s conservatory, hands wet and gritty from the back fence. Taking in a deep breath, he tapped on Bill’s window gently and waited until he saw the blinds being rolled up.

And there stood Bill, the closest thing to an Angel here on Earth, his cheeks rosy and coated in freckles that matched his flaming red hair, a large smile threatening to split his face in half as he saw the curly haired boy crouched outside.

Stanley Uris climbed in the now open window, smiling sheepishly at the taller boy staring at him.

‘Hey, Stan! W-What’s up?’ His soft voice felt like velvet, gentle and easy, and smooth now that his childhood stutter had began to improve.

‘Bill, I, uh, I have to tell … tell you something,’ Stan cringed at how his voice sounded, his OCD making him repeat words until they felt right in his mouth.

Bill looked confused, but gave Stan a nod as if to urge him on.

‘Bill Denbrough I am completely in love with you and I think I may go mad if I don’t tell you and it hurts me to see you because you are so beautiful and I know I haven’t really got a chance with you but I needed you to know so badly and I physically felt pain not telling you and it’s driving me crazy and I can’t deal with it’

He had to stop because he wasn’t sure if he had breathed once in his soliloquy about his feelings for Bill and he felt his head spinning as if he’d just gotten off the waltzers at Derry’s summer fair.

Have mercy, baby on a poor girl like me,
You know I’m falling, falling, falling, at your feet,
I’m tingling right from my head to my toes,
So help me, help me, help me make the feeling go.

Silence filled Bill’s bedroom, apart from the heavy breathing of Stan and the noise that filled Bill’s head of his own heart thumping and the blood whizzing through him.

And Stanley felt sick - had he done it? Was this what would ruin his and Bill’s friendship? Oh, God, he would have to leave the Loser’s club and find some new friends - or should he just spend his life alone, so he wouldn’t develop another unconventional crush? 

But then Bill, lovely, sweet, angelic Bill, stepped forwards and cupped Stan’s face with his large hands, and got so close that their breaths mingled with one another.

And then Bill put his lips to Stan’s and Stan felt like he was flying, was this real? 

Tentatively, he reached his arm upwards and pinched himself. Definitely real. Thank you, God.

Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down,
And there’s not another living soul around,
Then you woo me until the sun comes up,
And you say that you love me.

‘I l-love you too, Stan. Ob-bviously.’