But coincidences led to Reggie crowding Jughead against Archie’s bookshelf, Jughead smirking like he wanted this, leading to Reggie gripping Jughead’s hips and crashing their mouths together, over and over again.

(“Maybe it was a diversity thing,” Mark says. “But so what?”

Eduardo doesn’t really reply, just says, “I’ll let you know how the party is,” before going back into the building, leaving Mark out in the cold.)

Chris says, “So. Back to your obvious crush on Eduardo.”

There’s no point in hiding it when Chris is gay and honest. Mostly honest. Well, he’s really gay, too. “Yeah,” Mark says resolutely.

“I’d hit that,” Chris says.

Gay and honesty, right there.

The documentation of a relationship that’s more than a brief encounter, longer than a week in summer, and closer than any distance that words can’t cross.

A collaboration with renaissance

When you paint enough layers, you begin to feel old.

He is visible through the throng of the crowd, and you are angled to the side, dark suit over your broad shoulders. You see him, in the corner of your eyes. Peripheral, like he is not really there.

In this world, your words are supposed to mark the moment you know you are in love with your soulmate. But Eduardo already has Facebook, has Mark – has long fallen in love with him, now. He doesn’t need to feel the words to know it’s true.

The record lies – the book lies – the movie lies.

Hajime is new to this. But somehow, Oikawa always manages to know how to get him to do what they both want.

Daichi spanks Suga until he cries. Suga loves it.