Oneshots

Letterman Jackets (S)

Clay and Techno, as he prefers to be called, had been secretly dating for a long while. About three months to be exact. It started in an odd way, but neither questioned it, just being happy that they were there now.

They were playing Minecraft, with the others, when Techno picked a flower, named it 'wanna maybe kiss sometime', and Clay did the same, naming the flower 'I'll do you one better. wanna maybe date sometime'.

The two stayed in the call after the others left and they agreed to try it out and see how it went. It went well, to say the least. They went on a date every Wednesday after football practice. European football.

Both of them being on the football team, they both had a letterman jacket. Clay's was a light green that complimented his green eyes. Techno's was a soft pink, going along with the boy's mid-back length pink hair.

On one of their dates, after practice, neither really cared, so they went to Clay's house and cuddled the rest of the night away; too tired to do much. In the morning, they woke up late, and were in too much of a hurry to realize, they switched jackets.

After maybe two or three days they finally did notice and decided, 'fuck it'. They kept the other's jackets, switching back during date nights, so they smelled like the other when wearing it. They had a system and it worked.

Techno's POV

Today was Thursday. I've got Clay's jacket again. It smells just like him.  I'm glad we accidentally switched. He also looks amazing in my jacket. The pink complements his green eyes and blonde hair just right.

I realize I was zoned out and turn my attention back to the lesson. I take down notes for both me and Clay. He's too focused on football to pay attention. I always take notes and give them to him for him to use.

I sit through the rest of my classes silently before walking to lunch. Some kid bumps into me and everyone falls silent while I just keep walking. Clay and I stayed up late last night talking and I was too tired to hold up my image.

When I walked into the lunchroom, it went silent. Wow, shit travels fast around here. It's not like I didn't know that. I find our table and sit down. It was Clay, George, Nick, Wilbur, Eret, Niki, Phil, and I. It had been us for three years and that was not about to change.

I sat down in between Phil and Clay and put my head down. I sat there for like three minutes when I realized it was still silent in the room. I glanced up to see almost every table looking at ours.

Confused I mumbled,
"What did I do this time?"
"I think they noticed Tech."
"Noticed what?" Clay sighed and shook his head.
"What do we do every Wednesday?"
"Oh." He looked down.
"Yeah."

I shook my head. I grabbed his hand, stood up, and spoke.
"I don't give a fuck about any of you, or your opinion. If you don't like this, deal with it. It's been happening for three months it's not about to change now. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll be leaving. I did not get enough sleep last night." Clay chuckled beside me and lead us out.

We got in his car and he drove us to my house. I dragged him to my room and pulled him down on top of me.
"Cuddle me till I fall asleep."
"Sure Tech. But I'm not gonna let you sleep all day. We have practice and you need to sleep later."
"Mph."

Time Skip

Techno woke up to Clay messing with his hands. The boy really liked to do that. He didn't know why but he liked it as well. The two got up and got their stuff together to prepare for practice. They got things ready and Clay drove them to practice.

When the two got there, everyone turned to look. It stressed Techno out a little. He didn't love attention. He subconsciously grabbed Clay's hand and squeezed. Clay squeezed back. He stopped the other and leaned down to place a kiss on his boyfriend's head.

Techno subconsciously smiled a small soft smile and disregarded everyone staring at the two. He went to the changing rooms before everyone gathered on the field. Their coach stood in front of them silently.

Usually, he'd start talking but it was silent for a while before he said anything.
"Can I have the captain and co-captain up here?" Clay and Techno both walked up to their coach confused.
"It had been brought to my attention, that I have two fags, on my team."

Techno looked at Clay bewildered.
"I'm...sorry, is there a problem with the fact that I'm dating a boy? Because if there is then find another goalie." Techno left to the locker rooms. He was fuming.

Clay's POV

I watched him leave.
"Same goes for me. Find other players. I'm out." He went to the locker rooms, only to see Techno having a minor panic attack. He sighed and engulfed the smaller into a hug. He took deep breaths waiting for Techno to calm down.

As the two sat there, the rest of the team filed into the room. It was quiet for a while when Grayson spoke up.
"He's an ass, and we told him we all quit as well. Unless he got over himself and treated you two normally." I smiled at them all.
"Thanks, guys. It means a lot." They all nodded and left the room.

We were silent for a while when I decided to take us home. I picked him up and he clung to me.
"C'mon Tech, we're going home. And we're gonna cuddle. And then we're gonna come back tomorrow, and things are gonna be normal." Techno just sighed; thankful for his boyfriend.

3rd POV

Of course, things weren't exactly the same. Their coach didn't change, so they went to the school board and got him fired. Their new coach was much better. He was accepting and was a much better coach overall.

The boy's peers were trying to get used to the two being together. Which was only really some of the kids. A lot of the school was LGBTQIA+ anyway so they were pretty used to it. The few that didn't like the couple were basically shunned by the rest of the school.

Things weren't the same, but the two would argue that things were better. They were able to show affection, be themselves, and they got a better coach. So yeah, they would definitely argue things were better; because they were.

This one took me a while, but I really like it. The idea is not mine, I don't remember where I saw it though. Also, writing f*gs made me sad. Enjoy :) - Pidge