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I’m going to try my best and give this as happy of an ending as I can, pure angst isn’t always my strong suit for writing. Also, for Sugarboo, I’m going to be using my OC for them, here’s info about him so you don’t get confused:

Bittersweet (Alphonse and Seth)

Name: Sal Mischa Renvick (Sally Boy, Boo, Sugar, Sugarboo, Big Man)

Gender: Transmasc

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: mlm gay

Height: 6’0

Ethnicity:1/2 🇷🇺(Dad) 1/2 🇬🇧(Mom)

Age: 25

Birthday: October 31

Headcanon Voice: Ilya Rosanov from Heated Rivalry

Style: Very Emo, lots of piercings and tattoos, and scars

Specific features: grey and brown freckles and hetochromiatic eyes, left eye blue and right eye green

Body: Tall, very muscular but with a good amount of meat on him, see picture below for reference: (image is from Pinterest)

Also, his hair is pitch black and kinda long with lots of layers like Markiplier, go ahead and look that one up for yourself.

Anyway,

Everyone is Falling In Love (and I’m falling behind)

College was supposed to be different for Sal, better. And it was, for the most part.

Good grades, best defenseman on his college hockey team, a good group of friends, what else could a guy ask for?

Confidence maybe, to be brave (or desperate enough) to ask a guy out, but that seems like asking for too much. Doesn’t mean other people haven’t tried. It was mostly girls, finding the tall hunk jock and quiet emo guy combination a match made in heaven. Only to be turned down as gently as possible and left disappointed. It’s not that they weren’t pretty or nice, they just weren’t Sal’s type. (Girls, girls weren’t his type). Guys have tried to ask, but he knew they never meant it. Whether it was a dare or just shit to try and get a reaction out of him, Sal was shit out of luck in the dating department.

That didn’t stay the case for long. Sal didn’t know what his type in guys was, just not the random guys who would laugh before even walking up to him and attempt to ask him out. He never bothered, he could always see more of the guy’s friends around a corner just laughing at him. He’d roll his eyes and shoulder the guy out of the way.

There was, however, two guys that had caught Sal’s eye in the past month.

The first was Alphonse, and god he was pretty. Tall, not so much that he towers over Sal but a good inch or two, lean muscle, magenta dyed hair that looked straight from a cartoon protagonist, and the most beautiful icey blue eyes that looked like they could see right through your soul. Sal had seen him around campus, he had some classes near Sal’s culinary arts courses. Al was a business major, and he dressed the part well: light pink or white slacks, button up shirts and wire-framed glasses that fit his face perfectly. He had a voice that charmed women (and men) alike.

Then he saw Seth, and gorgeous is not even a word close enough to describe him. He wasn’t as tall as Sal and Alphonse was but he had more build to him. Brown wavy hair, have shaved on one side, and stunning brown eyes that glowed like honey when the sun hit them just right. Sal had seen him by the locker room, makes sense he would want an easy shower mid day when he was surrounded by machinery and motor oil, majoring in mechanics was definitely a hands on experience. But Sal wasn’t complaining, not when he was fresh out practice and saw him in work jeans that hugged in all the right places and a white tank top to show off his arms that could rival Sal’s in muscle mass. And his voice, that smooth southern twang that left your knees weak.

He couldn’t choose who he liked more. It was nearly impossible to figure out who he would ask out over the other. Until the universe made a choice for him.

Late in his dorm one night, his roommate fast asleep well before him, Sal was scrolling on his Insta feed, trying to get his brain to shut off for at least a couple hours, when he came across an account that belonged to one of the men he was so interested in. Alphonse’s pretty face sat in the profile picture, and out of curiosity, Sal figured why not see what the pastel fever dream had to post. He clicked on the account and looked at Al’s bio:

* Business Major at YV University

* Lover of parties and anything sweet

* Loves Pink 🌷🪷🌺🌸🍬🩷

And suddenly, Sal felt his heart and stomach drop when he got to the last bullet point:

* Relationship Status: Taken ❤️

With an @ to an account that both had him shocked and devastated.

Copying the account name into the search bar, Sal saw the beautiful face of the southern mechanic that had both captured and broken his heart. Of course they were dating, the universe isn’t always kind or merciful.

Tears welled in his eyes as he shut his phone off and wept quietly into the early morning. The next few weeks were rough. His grades started slipping, he pushed himself harder during practice to the point that he almost collapsed from exhaustion in the locker room shower. He was drinking more, finding himself waking up on a couch, still fully clothed thank god, in a random fraternity house surrounded by people he’d never met or even associated himself with. People started to notice and worry, his professors, his teammates and friends, his coach he threatened that if he didn’t get his shit together he would bench him for the rest of the term. It was tiring and he felt like dead weight, but he tried everything to numb the hollow, empty feeling in his heart.

But the truth of the matter was, he shouldn’t be mourning a relationship that had no way of forming. It couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Weeks before the self loathing bender Sal had thrown himself into, the same men who he was heartbroken over, were watching him the same way he watched them.

Walking out of one of his financial courses, Alphonse was talking happily with a classmate, when a tall head of dark black hair caught his eye. His words fell short as a tall, built as hell student trudged out of the classroom two doors down, and he was breath taking. Easily 6’0 and strong enough that he could lift Al over his shoulders with enough ease as picking up a bag, and god he wanted him to. Flowing dark hair, freckles that looked like splattered paint on a canvas or constellations in space, scarring around one eye that left Al with many questions as to how it got there, and speaking of his eyes, there would be no way he could stop looking at them. Mismatched in dark blue as deep as the ocean and rich green that could put a forests beauty to shame. He had a black t-shirt and matching cargo pants, the short leaves of his top showing off arms covered in beautiful images inked into broad arms that could snap him like a twig if he wanted to.

Alphonse was so infatuated that he didn’t even realize his classmate was saying his name over and over trying to get his attention. When he finally realized and turned around to say goodbye to his classmate and back forward again, the beautiful stranger was gone. Oh he had to tell Seth about this.

Seth’s first time seeing Sal was a little different. Coming out of the workshop and heading to the locker room with one of his mechanic friends, Seth wasn’t paying too much attention when he ran head first into a solid chest, causing him to stumble back. After getting his footing, Seth looked up to see who was about to either apologize (or confront) when the words disappeared the moment he laid eyes on the college’s hockey jersey and the stunning face and body it was on. He wasn’t as tall as Alphonse but was pretty damn close, and he was broad and soft in the way that would make a perfect model for a ancient sculptor. Dark hair that flowed and framed his face with ease, speckles that looked like paint flicked on a paint brush, a scar on one eye that held painful secrets, and the most striking of all, was the opposite pair of blue and green eyes staring right back at him.

Seth was so distraught that he missed the gorgeous stranger mumbling a soft “sorry” in an accent that could have anyone falling for him, before he quickly made his way to the ice rink. Oh he wasn’t going to disappear that quickly, and Seth knew Alphonse was going to love hearing about this handsome and quiet jock.

Ever since those two incidents, Alphonse and Seth have tried to talk to Sal, but with very little luck. Between all their different schedules and Sal’s hockey practice, it was hard to find him on campus, and on the rare instances they did see him, it was in passing.

There was, however, one way they could see him for longer periods of time: Hockey Games.

Almost every game Sal has had in the past couple weeks, Alphonse and Seth have been in the stands, watching in awe as Sal made his way across the ice and through players with grace and force. But ever since Sal had found out about them being together (which they had no idea that he knew) he seemed more aggressive on the ice, and getting in the penalty box more than he played. This became concerning, especially since when they did see him in the halls, he looks like he hasn’t slept and is pushing more and more people away.

This self destructive behavior came to a climax during a game. Sal was tearing across the ice and chasing after the puck, Alphonse and Seth were standing in their seats in anticipation with most of the crowd. What Sal didn’t know, was the defenseman of the opposing team was right behind him, and when Sal’s stick finally got around the puck, the player behind him shoulder checked him from behind, sending Sal into the air and then crashing down onto his side back onto the rink.

Gasps erupted from the stadium, and Alphonse and Seth stood in shock and horror, looking at Sal slumped on the ice and realized, he wasn’t moving. The next 20 minutes were a blur of ambulance calls, EMT members and stampedes of players and audience members being ushered out of the stadium by authorities. Alphonse and Seth tried to stay behind to see if Sal would be okay but were forced by the crowd to leave, the only sight of Sal they saw last was his unconscious body being lifted on a stretcher by four to five EMT members.

The next few days felt like months. Most of the hockey team didn’t talk to other people or even show up to practice. The whole college had this weight of dread looming over, most students and staff scared if they had just lost a classmate. Al and Seth left the campus early to go and try to visit Sal in the hospital. A nurse brought them up to his room where they could see him propped up in a bed with his left arm in a sling around his shoulder, attempting to talk to his coach. When their discussion was over, the nurse ushered the two men inside and left them to have some privacy.

Sal cracked his eyes open slowly, trying to figure out who the two random figures in his hospital room were, before his vision fully focused and his eyes widened as he sat up straight, slightly startling the other two.

“Woah! There’s no need to be scared, we’re not thieves or anything, you may actually know us?” Alphonse, albeit tried, to explain as best as he could.

“We’ve seen you around campus and have gone to your hockey games, you don’t know us personally but maybe you’ve seen us around?” Seth said in a slightly better tone.

Holy shit, it was the two guys they were crushing on, and both of them were in his hospital room! And they were both worried? And they were going to their games?! Were they following him?!

“Why the hell are you two here then if you don’t know me?” Sal says in an accusatory voice.

“I-okay, I’m just gonna cut the bullshit. We’ve seen you around campus the past couple months and…we both really like you.” Alphonse confesses, tense but straightforward.

“We’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you, but you’ve seen really upset lately, so we waited for a proper time. We were going to talk to you after your last hockey game, but then you go hurt and were in the hospital for a few days, so we decided that we should tell you sooner rather than later.” Seth continues from Al’s statement.

They…liked him? But they’re together, do they want him to join? What if this is a joke again, what if they don’t actually mean it??

“You’re joking. There’s no way that you two, an already established couple, would want me to be with you,” Sal accuses, continuing, “Did someone pay you two to do this?! I’ve had too many guys try to “ask me out” and it’s all a big joke to embarrass me and I’d rather you tell me the truth then lie to me to spare my fucking feelings.”

“No, no, no! We’re not lying to you, we do want you to be in our relationship!” Alphonse exclaimed, panicked.

“We’re telling the truth, we do want to be with you! I promise, we didn’t get paid by someone else or were dared, no shit like that! We do want you to date us, we want to date you!” Seth chimed in, equally as panicked.

Even though he was still skeptical, Sal still accepted their invitation, and over the next few weeks, he realized that they weren’t tricking him into a false promise, and their relationship grew more as the year went on.

Sal wasn’t a dare or a bet, he was finally happy to be in a loving partnership with two men who would soon become the most important people in his life.

*I say auntie as in the universal sense

Cowboy Seth and Farmer Boy Sugar (gender neutraly) is one of my favorite AUs for those characters. Because Cowboy Seth can be very strong, but Farmer Boy Sugar is also strong and buff as hell from all the work he helps with.