vira is here

dancing in pajamas under a streetlight. for the record, neil was the one who dragged everyone outside. jean and andrew were perfectly comfortable in bed watching a movie, but they still went outside with their restless boyfriends. jeremy convinced them to dance a waltz 🥹

their joint attempts to cook a candlelit dinner. it always ended in disaster. jean tried to shoo them out of the kitchen, but the boys looked at him with such happy, puppy-dog eyes that he had no choice but to give in.

hanging out on the roof. they wrapped themselves in blankets and gazed at the stars. jeremy even brought a telescope, why not? later, he got scolded for lugging such heavy things around, but everyone ended up loving him for it.

exploring abandoned places. this is more of a neil's thing, but they managed to find romance there too. andrew carved their initials into the walls, and jean hummed serenades in french to the sound of his guitar (which jeremy had dragged along again, he just can’t sit still!!!) 🥹 kevin happily backed him up 🖤

tw: mentioned rape, mentioned self-harm

jean has four soulmates, and he knows that very well.

first was kevin’s name, which riko had angrily carved off his wrist, letting it bleed onto the filthy floor of the communal shower. no words were spoken, but jean still remembers the fury with which those ravenous bastards yanked him by the hair and choked him until he was gasping for air and choking on his own vomit. he begged riko to stop, but moriyama just stared at the scrap of skin bearing kevin’s name and didn’t respond to his pleas.

some time later, the name resurfaced, but the scar left by riko’s bullying remained.

his second curse was the hated name “nathaniel.” jean knew full well that there was no nathaniel anymore, and even if there were, he clearly wanted nothing to do with his soulmate. nathaniel had long since become neil josten, a man with whom jean had never had anything in common. he carefully crossed out that name himself with a blade, so as not to harbor false hopes.

it was amazing that he actually had two soulmates. sometimes jean wondered why. did he even deserve either of them?

the third name stunned both him and his soulmate, but they both chose to keep quiet about it. the meeting with andrew minyard once again turned jean’s life upside down, but he chose to ignore it once more. the only positive thing was that the shorty was clearly just as surprised as jean himself. he didn’t dare destroy that name, but accepted the armbands that andrew silently thrust into his hands.

after escaping from evermore, he regretted having missed all three chances to find a soulmate, but then jeremy appeared. jean was stunned and alarmed that his wrist burned the moment he saw him. his name, of course, appeared in the column right after andrew’s, and jean had a nervous breakdown. four soulmates, enough already, this isn’t funny anymore.

“damn,” he blurts out, and his voice sounds so defeated that for a second he thinks he’s dying.

he’s scared and in pain. aaron reaches for his cell phone on autopilot, without stopping to think about what just happened. the car is a total trash. he probably is, too. only god knows what will kill him first: a hemorrhage or an enraged andrew.

he dials the emergency contact without immediately realizing that his brother’s number is saved there. by the time he hears an irritated “hello?” on the other end, it’s too late to hang up.

“andrew…” aaron barely manages to get the words out, trying to keep track of his own racing heart. “drew, fuck, i’m sorry.”

“what happened?”

“i think i crashed the car.”

he’s already thinking about what kind of flowers would look good on his grave when andrew blurts out, “fuck the car, what’s up with you?”

“nothing good.”

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

part 5 my socmed kateronlison au

aaron adjusts his tie for the hundredth time. nicky and his husband were supposed to have landed an hour ago, and by now his phone would usually be buzzing with notifications. he doesn’t say anything to katelyn so as not to worry her unnecessarily, but he has a gut feeling that something is wrong.

it’s his wedding day, can anything in this life ever go according to plan? aaron calls andrew, hoping that at least he knows what happened. maybe nick isn’t bothering him because he understands what pre-wedding jitters are like. the slightest thing could throw him off balance.

“hey, have you heard anything from nicky?” he rattles off into the phone, not giving his brother a chance to catch his breath.

“hey, ron,” andrew is clearly annoyed that aaron is freaking out so much. “what's going on? tell me you've changed your mind about marrying that bitch.”

aaron plops down into a chair in his new suit, not caring in the least that it might ruin his appearance. he’s worried enough that nicky isn’t picking up the phone, even though that’s typical of him. but erik isn’t picking up either. but that’s not like him at all. andrew, with his talk about him making a mistake, clearly isn’t part of his plans.

“i love her, but that's not the point right now. i need nicky to pick up his damn phone. call him.”

there’s a suspicious silence on the phone. either andrew’s tired of listening to his tantrum, or something has distracted him.

“aaron, turn on the tv,” andrew says, his tone softening suspiciously, and aaron can hear the tremor in his voice. “listen, i don’t want you to watch this alone, so call someone over. anyone but katelyn.”

aaron reaches for the remote, hoping that all he'll see is some crappy commercial. but andrew wouldn't get worked up over a commercial, would he? he stares at the screen, watching footage of a horrific plane crash, and doesn't even want to consider the possibility that the plane they're talking about might have been the very flight that nicky and erik were on.

“fuck, aaron, tell me you're not watching this right now? i fucking warned you,” andrew curses. “i'm already in the car. don't do anything you'll regret.”

aaron laughs nervously as he unbuttons his shirt collar, which is choking him. the air refuses to reach his lungs.

“it was all too good to be true; i should have seen some kind of bullshit coming.”

he just can't get the news that the stuttgart-chicago flight crashed over the atlantic ocean out of his head. the timing all adds up.

“listen, ron, we could still be wrong,” andrew doesn't hang up, and aaron can hear how fast he's speeding toward him. god, the last thing his wedding needed was a car accident. let's just collect every disaster there is to make the set complete, right!

aaron downs the champagne straight from the bottle, trying to make sense of what has happened.

“it was their plane, andrew, what we could still be wrong?!”

the last thing he wants to think about on his wedding day is how to arrange a funeral. nicky deserves a proper send-off, even if there’s no body.

andrew grips the steering wheel tightly, struggling to focus on the road. neil would kill him if he knew the state andrew was in when he got behind the wheel. it’s a suicidal act of self-sacrifice. he doesn’t have to make any decisions or reassure anyone, because he lost a cousin too.

“find someone to stay with you until i get there,” andrew says through gritted teeth. “i don't want to find you with your wrists slit, you idiot. and, for heaven's sake, don't get drunk.”

“don't tell me what to do,” aaron snaps back and hangs up.

when they first realize they are completely free, their little world is rocked by an explosion of cosmic proportions. no one dares to speak of it aloud, but it seems like everything is falling into place. jeremy finds andrew with jean more often, while he begins to spend more time with kevin and neil. it feels right, not to be torn between everyone in a pathetic attempt to be good.

in the evenings, they gather in the street, without having planned it. there’s a palpable sense of lightness in the air. they can feel it in every gesture, in every glance. for andrew, it feels like trust. he no longer sees any need to put up walls between himself and others. nor does he see any need to hide, because when he’s with them, he never wears armbands on his hands.

the predawn sun cuts across the horizon, and jeremy involuntarily squints as the rays hit his face. he hides from them in the collar of his neil’s sweatshirt. jean, sitting next to him, chuckles quietly as he watches the scene. kevin just rolls his eyes, but the corners of his mouth twitch tellingly into a smirk. It’s a new, unfamiliar feeling, but he likes it.

“what’s up, sunshine boy?” minyard teases, snatching the cigarette from neil’s hand and casually running his fingers over his scars.

neil flinches at the touch but doesn’t pull away. on the contrary, he moves closer, settling more comfortably next to andrew.

“sun hurts my eyes,” jeremy replies, shrugging. “don't worry, it's been worse.”

andrew exhales smoke into the sky, and for a moment it seems to him that they’re all floating weightlessly, detached from the ground. jean quietly murmurs something in kevin’s ear, causing the biggest exy star to blush. jeremy watches them with a smile, feeling warmth spread through his body. this must be what happiness feels like. something familiar; something that asks for nothing in return.

“don’t you want to share that with the class?” neil stretches, propping himself up on his palms, the sun’s rays lost in the auburn of his hair.

“i’m just saying how glad i am that we’re all here,” moreau admits, his words sounding like a primal honesty, “and how lucky i am to have all of you.”

andrew rolls his eyes, but everyone has long since realized that he won’t hang out with people he can’t stand. that’s his usual armor, sooner or later, they’ll break through it, but for now, his barely perceptible nod is enough. that already means a lot.

“yeah, me too.”

“idiots.”

“but you love us.”

the moment the flight attendant comes out to them, urging them not to panic, erik curses himself a thousand times for not convincing nicky to postpone the flight. aaron would have understood, he’s sure, because there’s a hundred percent chance he’d rather nicky not show up at his wedding than end up in a grave.

as the plane begins to descend, the situation spirals out of control. panic sweeps through the cabin. an alarm sounds. a flight attendant orders everyone to put on their oxygen masks. for some reason, it is at this very moment that nicky thinks his life has not been in vain. he leans back in his seat, feeling a chill run down his spine. erik, trying to stay calm, glances briefly at his beloved.

“ich liebe dich,” nicky says in german, hoping this isn’t the last time he’ll see erik.

erik squeezes his hand. it’s corny, but nicky thinks their love can overcome any obstacle. he gave up everything to be with erik; if they die, at least they’ll die together. just like fucking romeo and juliet.

oxygen masks hang from the compartment above their heads, and nicky pulls one over his face. chaos reigns all around: some are screaming, others are praying. he squeezes erik’s hand, knowing nothing can tear them apart.

“we’ll get out of here. alive, nick.”

erik’s words sound like a promise that neither of them will be able to keep if the worst happens. even if today turns out to be their last day, he will fight for both of them, for every second they’ve spent together.

at least, that’s how he explains to himself why he ends up in the locker room across from kevin, clearly wanting to have sex with him. it’s a flimsy excuse, but at least it’s something. day looks him over haughtily, shaking his head, and drops of water from his wet hair fall onto seth. kevin isn’t in a hurry and doesn’t rush him, letting seth leave and change his mind. they’re both pros at pretending nothing’s going on.

seth feels a rush of adrenaline mixed with awkwardness when he realizes he doesn’t really want to leave. the moment drags on, and a spark of passion flares up between them, one powerful enough to set an entire stadium ablaze. kevin remains the center of attention in seth’s eyes, as if he has a right to it. alison is no match for him, no matter how hard seth tries to put them on equal footing.

“are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?” kevin asks, sounding bored, and in that moment gordon realizes why everyone compares him to the queen.

seth clenches his fists, trying to suppress a sudden urge to step closer and touch kevin. his confidence melts away, and he loses himself in those green eyes, full of defiance and rebellion. seth takes a step forward, and the world around them freezes. they’re on the edge, teetering between desire and madness.

at some point, kevin grows tired of the inaction and leans forward, kissing gordon with commanding intensity. his uncontrollable desire drives seth wild, making him realize just how much they both wanted this. he lets himself go and allows his hands to wrap around kevin’s waist, catching the gasps escaping from the exy star’s swollen lips. this moment is unlike any 18+ movie that has ever existed on the planet.

“fuck,” he states. “shit, i’m definitely bi.”

lots of people come to see him while he’s being held captive in the apartment of the foxes’ nurse. he tells them all to fuck off. nathaniel. kevin. hell, even andrew minyard. but he can't do that to her. renee walker, with enviable tenacity, keeps trying to pull him out, fearlessly peering into the abyss. arrogant fool, thinking she’s god.

jean doesn't even ask, he demands that she correct her mistake and bring him home.

renee doesn’t bat an eye. she stands her ground, trying to teach him to see the world through different lenses. but how the heck do you make her see it’s a lost cause? jean is spitting poison, insisting she’ll never get where he’s coming from.

“i get it,” walker shakes his head.

moreau brushes off her loud words. but renee keeps going anyway.

“if you think you’re special…” walker taps out a nervous, anxious rhythm on his knee. “you’re not. i was ten. ten years old and all alone when it happened.”

jean doesn’t ask what she’s talking about, but the horrifying realization hits him on its own.