#all this boy knows is be bisexual and sit in truck

[kteezy997]

I’m With You- Part Three// Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: cursing, neck kissing,Lee being very mildly handsy, flufffff

Also, this is a Lee x female reader fic series. Idk if I’ve stated that yet. But our boi is a bisexual king and we love him for it😎

Lee came back a couple of hours later, a bag of Wendy’s food in hand. You sat down together and ate cheeseburgers and fries as he told you about Kayla and how her driving was improving. But out of no where, there was a banging on the front door of the house.

He got up instantly and headed for the door. You heard a female voice, “I know you’re in there, asshole! Open up!” “Okay, okay! Why you bangin on the fuckin door?” Lee asked the person on the other side of the screen door. "I found the note you left in my purse, you asshole!" yelled the short, blonde girl as she barged into the house. "You're leaving again? Why? Why now, Lee?"

"I told you I was just coming to help you with your driving, that was it. I can't stick around here for too long, ya know that, Kayla." "That's bullshit, Lee. I can't believe you're fuckin' doin this again. You know that we're terrified every time you leave, don't you?" She was nearly frantic, obviously upset. "I'm sorry, okay? I’m not like Dad. I'll be back soon. Two weeks, tops! I promise."

Lee looked at you, you had trailed behind him on his way the the front of the house. "Y/n, this is my sister, Kayla. Kayla, this is y/n." "Oh, you found a girlfriend from wherever the hell you've been?" "She's my friend, we're just traveling together." Kayla scoffed angrily at her brother, saying, "What does that even mean? You know, I don't even believe anything you say anymore. Just fuck you, Lee, fuck you!" she yelled and stormed out of the house.

Lee sighed as she left, "God, fuck it, man." he huffed, sitting down at the base of the stairs near the front door. You stayed quiet as he put his head in his hands. After a few seconds, he looked up at you. "We should get out of here. She's probably gonna tell my mom that we're here, and" he shook his head, "I wanna spare you of that." he chuckled humorlessly. The two of you then cleaned up your stuff from your fastfood dinner and left the house.

“I used to work at this slaughterhouse. I can’t get in the safe, but I know where they keep petty cash at the cafe.” Lee said, taking off in the truck. “A cafe? In a slaughterhouse?” “Yep. Should be enough money to keep us afloat for awhile.” He drove to a big property with fencing around it. “Come on.” he said, parking the truck and getting out. You followed him and he climbed over the fence.

He helped you over it too, and you hurried with him to the building and snuck in a back door. “Aren’t there guards?” you asked, and he answered, “Yeah, Dale: dead in both ears.” He grabbed your hand and took off running down a hallway and through another door that look as he described it: a cafe. “Wait here a sec.” he said, and he went behind the counter and dipped down, grabbing a wad of cash. He came over and handed it over to you. “Here, you be the bank.” You took the money and tucked it into your boot.

There was silence between the two of you for several miles as you drove out of town. You felt bad for Lee, and you didn't want to say anything, or do anything in fear of upsetting him even more after his argument with Kayla. You were surprised when he spoke up, "So, y/n, I should tell you that this truck ain’t gonna last us. It's the rod bearings, just basically needs a new engine. We should look for some new wheels, or just stop wherever the truck gives out." He was calmer now that there was some distance between him and his hometown.

You didn't really know what to think about what he had said. You didn't have a plan. All you knew was that you wanted to stay with him. "I'm up for anything that comes, if you are." you said. He nodded, "Okay. It's getting dark, wanna find somewhere to park for the night?" "You mean sleep outside?" you asked. "Yeah, if you're good with that." "Yeah, okay."

Lee parked the truck in a secluded area in the woods, somewhere near the Kentucky border. The night was chilly, but comfortable under a sleeping bag in the bed of the truck. You lay down on one side, he was on the other. You looked up at all the stars and they looked so bright and pretty.

You looked over at him, eyes closed, slowly drifting off to sleep after driving for several hours. You started thinking, maybe he was lonely too, lonely just like you. Maybe he wanted somebody just like you did. You wanted to scoot closer to him, to touch his hair, to caress his sweet face. But you didn't. You were afraid he'd reject you.

"I can drive today, if you need me to." you said when you and Lee got up and ready the next morning. "Yeah, go for it. I can give you lessons, I'm pretty much an expert, ya know." he grinned. You laughed, "Thanks, but I don't need lessons. I'm a great driver." you said with confidence, pulling on the driver's side door and hopping in. "If you say so." you heard Lee reply. You sat and watched him walk past the back of the truck and to the passenger side, and he still had a little grin on his face.

"Where to, dear?" he asked you, leaning back into the passenger side seat. "Don't know. Wherever the road leads us, I guess." Lee grinned, nodding. You drive for awhile, about half an hour or so and you felt him shift over closer to you. You could feel the heat from his body, his side grazed against you. You blushed hard, realizing that perhaps he liked you as much as you liked him.

You thought your heart might explode. You were fairly certain that your face was red as a fire hydrant. You felt Lee’s green eyes on you. His hand came up, brushing your hair back away from your face. “Y/n, you’re gorgeous, ya know that?” If it was possible to blush more, you did it. You just shook your head, smiling oddly.

Lee then surprised you, and leaned letting his lips meet your neck. He held the other side of your neck tenderly. You couldn’t help but let out a soft, tiny moan. Lee’s thumb caressed your neck and he sucked lightly on your skin. “Lee, I’m driving. You’re gonna make me crash.”

“I know you’re driving,” he said against your neck, “that’s why I’m not kissing you on the lips.” He then resumed kissing your neck. His hand left your neck and he placed it on your leg. He gently squeezed your thigh. “Lee!” You pushed his hand away, it was way too distracting and hard to keep the truck on the road, let alone in the lines.

“Fuck, okay, I’m sorry.” he kissed your cheek, “I’ll just sit here.” He sat back, still sitting in the middle. You were able to relax a bit for a few minutes. You took one hand off the wheel and rested it on your lap. Lee took the opportunity to reach over and slowly grab your hand. “Is this okay?” he said, and you looked at him, “Yes.” He nodded with a smirk.

Lee intertwined your fingers with his and you tucked your fingers in sync with him. Paying attention to the road, you saw some bright lights and as you came up closer, you noticed they were carnival rides. “Oh a carnival! Can we go?!” you exclaimed, excitement taking over your body.

@chalabagellunafluff @gatoenlaciudad

#lee bones and all #bonesandallfilm #bonesandallfanfiction #timothée chalamet #timothee x reader #timmy chalamet

[infinitelyprecious]

Best QL of 2023: Favorite lines

I saw @abstractelysium and @wen-kexing-apologist post their favorite lines of 2023 ql here and here and I wanted to join in on the fun. So this is my collection of 2023 ql lines and dialogues that got stuck in my head and either had me squealing or hit me like a truck.

In no particular order, except the heavier ones are first and the lighter ones last:

1. "Do you think we'll be okay?" "All we can do is try. Are you scared?" "A little bit." "Even if it's scary, we have to try it to find out. Let's try it together, even if we're afraid."

Jihyun & Jaewon - The Eighth Sense episode 10

Gif by @hanjiwoos

The ending scene of this show was perfect to me. Them two freshly reunited and in the process of starting over. I loved that we didn't get an ending that said, they're together and everything is perfect now, but instead one that captured reality. Yes they are together now and happy, but they still have a lot of healing to do and things might still not work out. But right now they have each other and they're both willing to try.

2. "Throughout the course of my life I have learned that the current of time always runs forward without any retreat. With the matter of time, I might already be your past, but for me, you are my future."

Yai - I Feel You Linger In The Air episode 12

Somehow I was still holding it together during these lines. I lost it 2 seconds later. My oh my. When outside circumstances keep people apart, especially when they love each other the way these two do. Knowing that you'll never get back the time you spend together, you will never see each other again. Other incarnations of them do but that's beside the point. Something something how life is finite and once you loose something or someone you can never go back in time and relive what is no longer. Instead you have to deal and try to make peace with your new reality, all while having a gaping hole in your chest. Sorry

3. "Why is it so tiring to like someone? What did I do wrong?"

Han Baram - Sing My Crush episode 5

The way I have wanted to hug this man throughout the show. He had one thing after the other to deal with but kept it all in. And then this scene happened where all the frustrations erupt and dissolve. Finally he is opening up and letting things out. Hearing him say those lines broke me.

Okay the tear inducing ones are out of the way, time for some lightheartedness.

4. "Did you get into your room?"

Phat - La Pluie episode 4

Boy, the way I almost threw my phone. I did not see this one coming and I was as surprised and delighted as Tai was. This was probably the best way for the show to reveal that Phat knows. Everytime I watch this scene, I sit there in anticipation for this one line.

5. "If you want to know me, have fun trying."

Nail - For Him episode 1

I've been trying to figure out why this line got stuck in my head, but honestly. I just love a bad bitch who puts down a challenge. Not for me to complete but for me to see someone else work for it. Accompanied by that music and the bisexual lighting, A+.

#the eighth sense #ifylita #for him #sing my crush #la pluie #favorite ql lines 2023 #best ql 2023 #precious talks

[snaililita]

💛💫Voca/Utauloid Headcanons of Mine💫💛

Not proofread, too lazy😍😍

💫 Hatsune Miku 💫

I think Miku is a bit of a spoiled diva, but only a bit!

She is pretty generous despite the whole "World is Mine" thing, I like to think she uses her brand to get charities off the ground🤔

Miku gives me Pansexual and proud vibes

Her hair is a chore to take care of and takes hours to prepare for a concert! Loads of teal hair in the trash and clogging the shower drain.

She has an arsenal of scrunchies at the ready for her pigtails>:)

Miku doesn't like the coral colour. Yknow that reddish orange colour? She doesn't like wearing it.

Miku doesn't actually know how to do make-up, Luka always does it for her!

💫 Kagamine Rin 💫

Rin has ADHD me thinks🤔

She has a load of fidget spinners cuz she thinks they are cool✊

She has roller skates and she rides around town in the 24/7!

Her bow collection rivals Jojo Siwa's and is definitely more fashionable😩

Her notebook is filled with all sorts of goofy song ideas written in bright orange highlighter.

She has to cut her hair or it starts to grow out- like almost as long as Miku's! It grows fast so regular hair trims><

She love love LOVES little charms and accessories! Sanrio and Animal Crossing are some of her favourite things to collection stuff from!

💫 Kagamine Len 💫

I have the most to say about him cuz he is my favourite so strap in>:)

Len has a skateboard that has all sorts of stickers on it ranging from MLP G2 stickers from his sister to spiderman and undertale references!

Len forgets stuff easily, he isn't stupid just stuff slips his mind easily. So he carries a small pocket book to write stuff in if it's important!

He plays piano and guitar obvi but I totally see I'm sitting down after football season on the field after school and playing some melodies on an acoustic guitar with his homies.

Also has to trim his hair regularly JSKSJSKSJSK (Rapunzel Len😳😳???)

He snatches scrunchies from Miku's collections sometimes to put in his hair sometimes cuz he likes them.

100% a brony I refuse to believe otherwise♡♡♡

Can be a gentleman when he wants SoE wasn't 100% a lie💫

Fingerless gloves, T-shirts over white hoodies, naturally torn jeans, and bright sneakers or combats slay💅

Raging bisexual king

Had a crush on Fukase once. Immediately didn't anymore.

Possibly trans masc? Idk I feel like he isn't but he has that t-boy swag👁👁

Fangirls lowkey scare him, like yes he knows he has them and yes he is terrified of them. (Mention that Tei girl and he is outta there.)

Probably has a crush on random Utauloid girls cuz they aren't popular and he has a higher chance of wooing them💀

Does his make-up himself cuz Luka never adds enough eyeliner for his highness.

💫 Megurine Luka 💫

Mom friend

A bit of an air head and she always spends hours picking out her outfits because they needs to be perfect('□`)

She Miku dated at one point🤔

Make-up wizard~!!!

She does everybody's make-up except for Len's.

Really soft hands, like ethereal. If you hold them you will instantly feel self-conscious about yours if you're like me.

She sheds. Everywhere. It's like pink little worms everywhere. She sheds more than Miku. If the drain isn't clogged by a teal monster it's a pink one.

Paints everyone nails, yes even his highness Len. Luka just has really light handy-work! Super delicate and great for little details><

Luka likes to draw and paint pretty scenery!

She has an affinity for sun hats💛💛

Cottage core lesbian vibes

💫 Shion Kaito 💫

Kaito has an ice cream truck. He drives it around town while it plays a heavy metal version of the ice cream truck theme. Scares all the kids.

He and Len play smash bros as Joker and Pit 24/7 and have the most intense screaming battles!

He has a pusheen plush collection><

He has his room at like, 10 degrees colder than the rest of the mansion cuz mf likes his blankets and he is a.... Snowman.

HHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE

Anyways he has a whole closet of just scarves and it's like walking through a car wash minus all the water and soap almost.

We all know he wears his scarves to the pool but did you know he also wears them in the shower?!?!?!😱😱😱😱

Kinda feels like an omni with a male lean.

💫 Sakine Meiko 💫

She has every single alcoholic drink at the local bar memorized....

She really likes heels! She has a whole bunch. Kinda like the Barbie of Vocaloid when it comes to them U_U💅

She and Luka are besties and they have that lesbian "besties" vibe going on JSKJSSKSJJSSJ

Mmmmm yiAS- And they were *best friends.*

Anyways Meiko is totally called Koko and Meimei around the house.

When she isn't chugging alcohol she is chugging some kind of apple cider.

I feel like if her mascot item wasn't sake it would be apples or lipstick🤔

She has a whole 3 drawers of just lipsticks btw

💫 Kasane Teto 💫

As we all know she is now a Synth. But in my heart I still call her an Utau even tho it's technically wrong- but it's also not harming anyone so who cares?

She and Miku went on a date once. Best day of her life😍/hj

She is a bread connoisseur and her current dream is to some day visit France😔✊

Her hair is such a pain to style in the morning- when she isn't going out she doesn't even bother and leaves it loose.

I headcanon she and Fukase are siblings and also Fukkatsu Kozuko's older siblings. They all have those red eyes... they must be related! (Kozuko just got the recessive hair genes obviously LSJSKJSAKJSKAS)

Totally has gamer rage and plays competitive games like League of Legends and the online Pokemon battles.

Totally a huge Pokemon nerd btw and her favourite game is Pokemon Y cuz it's based on France!

She beat Rin over the head with a baguette once....

Pansexual or Bisexual vibes... tbh whatever it is she isn't straight that's for sure I mean that girl definitely has a crush on Miku.

Speaking of which, she is a frequent donater to Miku's collection getting her more scrunchies every chance she gets 😔

💫 Oliver 💫

MY BOYYYYYY

Oliver is great💛💛💛

When asked if he is a dog person or a cat person he confidently replies with "I'm a bird person>:D!!"

Luka was screaming about a spider in the snack cabinet once and he just grabbed it and ate it. I mean, it *was* in the snack cabinet. I wouldn't be surprised if he put it there....

He is kinda prone to getting sick easy.

He has asthma:(((

Len got him shoes and he never wears them.

Brush his hair for him, he will like it Q-Q *Holds Oliver gently*

💫 Fukase 💫

I don't like Fukase. But I also like him. Like I like that I can dislike him yknow? He is a radical dude and I think he is great we would just totally argue all the time and call eachother rude names then bro hug and fist bump and if anyone asks no we aren't friends we are broskenimes.

House hold name? Fuck ass.

He takes pride in that name.

He, Len, and Piko play minecraft together and take turns blowing up each other's houses.

Totally takes his little sister to meet ups with Len just to piss him off/freak him out.

He eats his toe nails.

Raging gay ass mf here

💫 Utatane Piko 💫

This trans mf

T-Boy swag is strong with this one

Also probably a gay but I also see him being an omni with a male lean

Dating Fukase 100%

They blow each other's house up in minecraft as a display of affection♡♡♡

He and Len are broskis forever and have friendship bracelets that are MLP themed

His favourite pony is Rarity or DJ Pony and yes he is a brony.

He also really likes TBHK and Genshin Impact

Uses all his money to get his husbandos

Cat person tbh

💫 Kamui Gakupo 💫

EYYY MY OTHER FAVOURITE LOID!!!

Omni with that male lean I mean look at those gay samurai from Japanese history he is totally one of those.

"IT'S NOT GAY! IT'S TRADITION!!😤😤😤"

Totally in denial about his gayness.

Rhythm game king

He takes great pride in his hair and he doesn't actually shed that much like Miku and Luka!

Doesn't actually like eggplants he just got them stuck on him because of popipo and Dancing Samurai.

He prefers grapes😔

Wine enthusiast and actually more of an alcoholic than Meiko😳

Gave Len advice on how to get hot girls once and the advice wound up with the girl jumping into the pool fully dressed to avoid him.

100% not gay guys idk what you're talking about

💫 Megpoid Gumi 💫

I don't have many headcanons for her😭😭

She has a garden!

Did a Lumine from Genshin Impact cosplay once😳😳😳

Totally into Len at one point but Len was too dense to notice

Straight alliance(???)

Again not much here for her

Into Octonauts tho, Tweak is her favourite.

💫 VFlower 💫

FLOWERRRR!!!

She is totally Miku's crush 🥺🥺

Tbh, ace vibes

Another one of Len's broskis

She hates her new design

Slay queen tbh

I don't have much on her either but she is cool asf

I feel like she worked at a McDonald's once and idk why🤔

Currently works at a cafe

Huge P5 fan idk why

Also an artist! She is more into character design tho:)

Awesome fashion sense.

💫 Akita Neru 💫

Imma be honest with yall, I don't like her😰

I hate tsunderes so much they are so annoying and they make my skin boil.

Watching her be so mean to Len in the fics I read makes it really hard for me to like her cuz Len is my emotional support character so I don't have any headcanons for her.

But I don't wanna disappoint so I'll make a few on the spot!

She is a top streamer and has lots of male fans cuz she has that gremlin streamer that runs off of doritos and mountain dew vibes><

Has an Insta and uses Tumblr 24/7 in secret👀👀

She feels like a straight alliance to me

Anger issues

Maybe she is used to getting ignored and the only way she thinks she can get Len's attention is by bullying him?

Idk

💫 Fukkatsu Kozuko 💫

I made her so I obvi have a lot of headcanons but none of them are fact because I want her to be like all the other loids:)

One of them cursed Len simps

But she is tame about it and honestly a sweetheart soooo we gucci👌

She isn't stalking him like Tei and Mayu or beating him up like Neru. Just like, normal girl stuff.

Even then she doesn't get into cat fights over it cuz she doesn't have the confidence to.

Oh yeah! Low self-esteem cuz her VB is crappy and she has a lisp sometimes 😔😔

She feels like she might fall somewhere on the autism spectrum, but that might just be me self-protecting again🤔

Probably cries easily.

She really likes to decorate her room in cutesy pink stuff and she always wears these over the top soft girl outfits.

A huge fan of Miku! Really wants to be her friend but doesn't have the confidence to talk to her.

Rin, Len, Oliver, and Teto are her friends. (Teto doesn't have a choice cuz they are siblings/j)

Fukase insults her a lot but not in the mean way in the sibling way yknow yknow

Like "You're smelly"

Fukase let her play minecraft with him and his gang once and they all had cute cottages by the end of it. Fukase was >:[ing the whole time cuz he wanted her to be annoying to Len.

She is that friend who is too nervous to talk up so she just agrees and nods to everything and she is easily manipulated into things q-q

She is scared of Mayu, Tei, and Neru and they are mostly the reason she doesn't approach Len unless multiple people are around. She feels a lot safer when Fukase is there cuz Fukase is... Fukase is scary. No one wants to mess with Fukase. Mess with Fukase mess with some ancient eldritch horror or smth.

#vocaloid #kasane teto #utauloid #adelita writes #teto kasane #vocaloid hatsune #hatsune miku #miku hatsune #kagamine len #len kagamine #kozuko fukkatsu #fukkatsu kozuko #kagamine rin #rin kagamine #fukase vocaloid #oliver vocaloid #luka megurine #megurine luka #ruka megurine #gumi megpoid #megpoid gumi #vocaloid gumi #kamui gakupo #vocaloid gakupo #gakupoid #kaito shion #shion kaito #kaito vocaloid #meiko sakine #sakine meiko

[c-is-for-circinate]

Kind of want to toss more snippets of things that probably won't become long extended fics up onto tumblr. So: Eddie/Chrissy, with deeply bisexual ADHD disaster child Eddie, because we deserve it. (Also background hints of Steve/Nancy, but rest assured Eddie is 100% projecting and highly incorrect about that dynamic.)

Chrissy lives, through sheer dumb luck -- a tape shoved into a player out of some vague idea in the back of Eddie's mind that he could be smooth, could maybe help a pretty girl who for some godforsaken reason seemed to like him have a good time -- and it's great, it's incredible, it's more luck than any of them should've ever dared hope for--

And Eddie is thrilled, obviously. Terrified out of his mind, pretty sure he should be running for the hills, but. Chrissy Cunningham is alive, and for some bizarre, unfathomable reason, she seems to like him.

It's just...jesus christ, what is he supposed to do with that?

It's not that Eddie doesn't like girls. Girls are pretty, and smell good, and have curves in places he's maybe imagined putting his hands a time or two (thousand), and have generally starred in at least thirty to forty percent of his favorite jerk-off fantasies for the past several years. But the general class of females of approximately his own age in Hawkins, Indiana have heretofore been somewhat disinclined to follow up on Eddie's occasional flirtations, and somehow he doesn't think the other skill set is going to be much help here.

It's just...look. Eddie knows, he knows goddamn well that for ninety-nine point nine percent of guys like him, whose eyes skate over the slope of a gentleman's broad shoulders as readily as the swell of a lady's hips, that the easy road would mean playing straight for sixty-some-odd years, marrying a nice girl who doesn't ask too many questions, and maybe getting the occasional blowjob in a truck stop bathroom from a pretty boy you pretend you don't want half as much as you actually do. Of course he knows that. He's given those blowjobs, a lot more often than he's ever had a nice girl like Chrissy Cunningham look at him twice. Because that's the thing, isn't it, once again the Munson luck striking right at the heart of things. Once again, Eddie isn't like every other guy in Hawkins or Indiana or, fuck, the whole damn world probably. Can't just do things the normal way. Has to do everything opposite, and look where that's gotten him lately.

Truck-stop bathrooms are easy. The grit of them, the feel of cold tile through thin denim, the taste of latex and the smell of musk and sweat and come, a thick-fingered hand in his hair and the press of tight muscle under his fingertips, the rush of knowing that even on his knees, he's the one with the power here -- it's good. It's so good, the back rooms of that bar in Indy where one flash of his fake ID gets him an all-access pass to all the sex a boy could want, no strings attached. Slipping into that space is almost as easy, as natural, as slipping into the DM's seat at Hellfire. He doesn't even have to change his look, just makes sure the bandana is tucked into the correct pocket and they come to him, ready to let Eddie take the reins and drag them into something just painful enough to be really satisfying when they make it through to the end.

That's the thing about being a freak. That's the thing, that's always the thing, the backwards mixed-up thing in Eddie's brain that had him reading Tolkien before he turned nine but can't get through one Charles Dickens novel without wanting to scrape himself out of his own skin. He can calculate probabilities and percentage tables for a D&D game in his sleep but can't sit still through a single math class. It took less than a week to get note-perfect on the entire Master of Puppets guitar solo and six years might not be enough to graduate high school.

So yeah, Eddie knows how to be a freak and a faggot, can take a grown man to pieces with his hands and his voice and his dick if he just clicks into that zone where he has all the power to shape the world the way he wants it. That doesn't mean he has any goddamn idea what to do when Chrissy Cunningham smiles at him like that and he trips over his own feet.

He should be looking at Harrington. Steve goddamn Harrington is striding around like that, absolutely shirtless, streaked in dirt and his own blood like some goddamn primal warrior come to life. That would be safe. Safer. Something. Pretty boy in just the right amount of pain, Eddie should be enjoying the eye candy, but he can't because: 1) they're literally in hell and monsters could come after them at any time, 2) Nancy Wheeler apparently has a bedroom full of actual guns and is still in love with her ex-boyfriend, so Eddie's pretty sure he'd better keep his eyes to himself if he wants to keep them at all, and 3) far more importantly than all of that, Chrissy is scared enough to be holding his hand and he's terrified that his palms might be sweating. She's so pretty. He wants her to actually like him so, so badly. This is an absolute nightmare.

"You doing okay?" he asks Chrissy quietly, letting her lean on his arm to help her over some rough terrain when they have to take a detour around a knot of vines. She clutches at his sleeve and smiles timidly, putting on a brave face that makes Eddie want to do something insane like find a suit of shining armor just so he can bow to her in it.

"We're going to be fine," she says. "We just have to get to Nancy's house and it'll all be okay. Right?"

"Gonna let Wheeler make you a a total badass with a gun?" Eddie asks, and then mentally kicks himself. Who flirts with a girl by calling her a total badass? How do smooth guys flirt with girls if they stick around past the initial five minutes of inviting them to come see your band, which literally no girl has ever actually said yes to before? Eddie isn't even sure he has a band any more, if Chrissy's ex-boyfriend has anything to say about it, which means he's kind of out of ideas.

Eddie has one blinding, insane moment of wondering what would Jason Carver do here? before he almost chokes on his own tongue. Fuck. He really can't do this.

"Maybe," Chrissy says, a little shy, and slides her hand down his arm to slip her palm into his again. "Do you think I could?"

There's a smudge of dirt on her perfect nose. Eddie wants to lick it off. Oh god he's a freak. You can't lick cheerleaders. Fuck, Eddie doesn't even know how to go down on a girl. Fuck, why did he think about that. It doesn't matter! He's never going to get the chance! Chrissy is never going to want him to touch her like that anyway!

"I think if the last few days have proven anything, it's that literally anything is possible," Eddie says, and then realizes he just implied that Chrissy being a badass is even more unlikely than alternate dimensions, which is probably even worse than calling her one in the first place, and holy shit, how is it even possible to be this awful at this? Why is she still standing here with him? "I mean, I could even stop being a coward who apparently runs away from absolutely everything, which I've discovered I am now, that's how weird things are, so yeah, compared to that, Chrissy, I think you could absolutely be a badass if you wanted to be."

"I don't think you're a coward," Chrissy says, and she's stepping closer, why is she stepping closer, tucking their arms together. "I mean, I couldn't even run away. He would've gotten me right there, if you hadn't..."

"Luckily I think Harrington and Wheeler are big enough heroes for all of us." Eddie catches sight of them up ahead, Wheeler on point like a hunting hound leading the way, Harrington keeping watch on all sides with that flashlight ready to spring into action at any minute. It should probably be Harrington back here with Chrissy, if he and Wheeler weren't so obviously the perfect battle couple together. Hell, even Buckley, who's up front with Nancy right now and who Eddie knows he clocked checking out Chrissy's legs earlier. She's awkward, yeah, but on her it'd be endearing, and maybe Chrissy deserves better than cowardly asshole boys for a while anyway.

She definitely deserves better than Eddie. She tugs him out of the way of a vine half a second before he trips over it in the dark, like a klutz and a dumbass, and Eddie curses himself for a failure.

#C writes stuff #stranger things #snippets #Chrissy Lives AU #hellcheer #look I APPRECIATE the chemistry these two have greatly #I just think more fic about them needs to let Eddie be 1) extremely queer even when he likes a girl #and 2) an unmitigated flailing dork

[problemsleuth]

Please it's pride month u legally have to tell us ur midnight crew and problem sleuth gay headcanons

ALKFDSJF MAN WHAT tbh i havent been thinking about them that much this much but i will do it for you buddy

edit: ok now that i'm done im actually all jazzed about ps/intermission again so thank you for this ask anon LOL i had a lot of fun getting to ramble on about stuff and have an excuse to neglect work HAHAHA

guess we'll stay topical and go with like gay awakening headcanons or related. just as a general reminder this is assuming theyre all humans since carapacians probably dont have sexualities defined

Problem Sleuth - I like the whole deal where sleuth assumed he was milquetoast straight for most of his life until he met slick and was like uh oh im bisexual arent i! i think he had other close call moments but sort of mental-gymnastics'ed himself into believing it was just admiration for their hardboiledness or like Friendly Comradery fit with all the intricate rituals to touch another man. fighting and arm over each others shoulders while drinking away at the bar sort of thing. falling in love with slick sort of hit him like a truck, injuries and all. he still sometimes grapples with old habits dying hard though. no i will not elaborate :( sorry.

Hysterical Dame - think she knew for forever she was bi, like i think she had a lot of anime ass moments back when she was in school where a lot of girls would fall for her Roguish Charms and outgoing personality and it was relatively easy for her to explore from there. very much the girl knight in shining armor sort of effect from her willingness to get into fights as well.

Pickle Inspector - wow i think he was well aware he was queer from the get-go. he always knew he was weird or whatever because of his grab bag of issues and quirks, so i think him realizing he was attracted to whoever was not really that big of a deal to him. less of a gay awakening more of a gay "oh i accidentally put an extra box of cereal in my shopping cart. ok". i think if he wasn't literally crawling out of his skin with psychosis and anxiety he would enjoy old drag culture a lot. but as it stands now its way too elbow-to-elbow social and young for him to really get into it. and he's much too busy... (excuse)

Nervous Broad - similar to Sleuth surprisingly i think she had a very late sort of deal where she had the classic "wait, you dont act this way when you see cute girl?" moment with her gal pals from uni. HD being very easy to get along with and very direct made it easy for NB to realize she was developing feelings for another woman. i think NB is very much like bi/pan (she doesnt really get or feel strongly about labels) but she has a really strong preference for femmes.

Ace Dick - apologies to ace dick likers who disagree but AD to me is like the Staple Early 1900s Man from the Adverts. he has a lovely wife who he loves so much and a rambunctious boy he plays catch with on the weekends and they sit around the radio to catch the regular mystery hour. he's aware that there's been a few men about town that he'd probably be willing to get to know more personally in another life, but he's fully satisfied with his little city-suburbia Classic Heterosexual Middle Aged Couple dynamic. so basically no salient gay awakening type moments, just in tune with himself to be aware hes probably not classically as straight as people assume him to be. i also like to joke internally that he considered sleuth one of those aforementioned "men about town" before the guy went and opened his mouth, demolishing the thought before it had even finished forming HAHAHA

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now for the midnight crew...

Spades Slick - very much has lived by the code of living dangerously, down to his partners. usually tends to be drawn to the kind of people who give the impression of someone who would not have many qualms about slitting your throat in the middle of a hookup. scarysexual. think thats why in my head he's had a few on and off moments with droog (even though truthfully, droog is a lazy stringbean of a guy, despite the outward reputation that precedes him). its for sure why he's so drawn to Snowman, even though their dynamic from start to finish has never been anything close to a healthy relationship. but they both feel it works for them, so they keep going. (i think this is why him shacking up with sleuth was such a surprise to everyone that knew him well - sleuth's soft, and worse, he's got a working moral compass. that's not slick's typical mark. but he gives as good as he gets all the same, in both fighting and fucking, so slick doesnt think twice about how he's breaking status quo. and thats how he ends up catching feelings along the way). i got off topic. tldr; slicks never really thought about his sexuality so no real gay awakening moment either. more of a whoops caught feelings moment, since that was rarer and later in life.

Diamonds Droog - WORST case of hetero posturing you'll ever encounter ever in your life. kept a lot of Tasteful Female Nudes on and around him to """""accidentally"""" let slip to ascertain YES he is SO HETEROSEXUAL. there is NO DOUBT that he LOVES WOMEN. in reality he's been painfully aware that he's into men since he was practically a teen and has worked to cover that fact as thoroughly as possible since. i like to think that contributed to how he got so good at lying. and also why he's repressed as all get out fuck and extremely extremely private about his sex life. normal relationships whomst? anyways id like to direct everyone to helen's (@jawbonejoe) catholic guilt portion of the droog headcanon corner because that basically sums up a similar idea LOL

Hearts Boxcars - he's like droog where he had his gay awakening in his teen years but he was normal about it. he's just not as obvious to clock because one of his biggest hobbies is indulging in corny romance novels which are (for the most part) hetero, is passively religious, and happens to be very courteous to women as well which paints him a little as a stereotypical southern gentleman. but no hes very much a big gay man who hopes to settle down someday right proper.

Clubs Deuce - kind of a natural airhead sort of charmer, so has naturally had a lot of people of various gender identities approach him for a date or two early on. he also doesn't see the point of saying no as long as he likes them somewhat, and boy he sure does love people! later he finds out there's nifty names for the kind of people you like to date, and they come with fun colored flags - well ain't that just swell? when he gets later into his crew involvement in his early 30's, he gets less people approaching him right off the bat for intimate socializing, and since he's not really the type to reach out himself, he kind of stagnates for a while dating-wise until he hits his middle years. then he becomes Kind Of A Dilf and gets back into the dating scene. so not so much a gay awakening either.

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im zooted atm so apologies if anything is confusing or run-on, but that's basically the 411 on my sexuality headcanons for the team and crew respectively. hope u enjoyed anon!! sorry it's long. i didnt get too much into gender stuff because to be honest, my headcanons on their gender journeys are a lot less solidified in my head. i like to go with whatever headcanons the people around me lean into, since i dont feel strongly about them. this is probably because i dont feel a strong attachment to my own gender. like if gender is a spectrum i am a mote of dust that is floating nearby. generally my defaults tend to be that PI and NB are very much genderfluid and nonbinary, slick is trans (if human - i assume that due to the nature of carapacian production, gender doesnt have the same meaning or impact as it does with humans, and therefore gender identity isnt really something that's needed for them. unless specifically they're formed and prototyped into a universe that is heavily impacted by gender, in which case they can understand it conceptually. otherwise theyre out here presenting however they want down to like re-prototyping their bodies to comfort), DMSG is intersex and identifies as a woman (whoops shes not technically team sleuth but i think about here a lot), and sonhearst likes to identify as transmasc (i like to imagine AD and WH sort of being boomers about the lingo but very much being fully supportive and loving parents about it. heart in the right place sort of comedy vibes).

#extremely text heavy Bewarb #problem sleuth #midnight crew #do i have a tag for my headcanons???? i dont usually post them unless its art... #Anonymous

[litgwritersroom]

What if Marisol had two dates when Lurik came in, and was most popular then? Would she be less likely to get tempted by Rocco if she has both Lucas and Henrik on her tail? Also, who would she end up with? This concept has always interested me, so it’ll be great to see someone else’s take.

Hey babe! @mrsbsmooth here!

Firstly, I'm so sorry it's taken us so long to get to this one. It's been sitting in the back of my mind for weeks. Thanks to @i-boop-you for her help on this ask, too!

I've always found Marisol an interesting character, because for someone who seems so driven by logic and reason, she sure seems to follow her vagina a lot.

It's my opinion that:

Even if Henrik & Lucas had actively pursued Marisol, she would still have ended up with Rocco.

I know, I know. But wait.

Here's my rationale:

First, let's look at what Marisol's other (male) Love Interests have in common:

Em pointed out that it's a common trope when writing bisexual female characters, to assume that they like men who are a little bit trash and girls who are a little bit too perfect, and Marisol's definitely been slapped with this.

Think about it - Gary, Graham, and Rocco. She's got an instant attraction with all three of them. She likes the tattoos, a bit of scruff, a bit of ye olde' toxic masculinity - and this is coming from someone who proudly picked Gary on their first playthrough. He's trash, but he's our trash. So we know that she likes them a little rough around the edges.

So she'd like Henrik, right? He's as rugged as they come.

In a word? No. Because I don't think it's just about the rough & scruffy for her. I think that the main thing that attracts her to Graham and Rocco, is that they are actively pursuing her, and they are quite assertive about that fact. Plus, Gary flirts with anything that moves, so that's where he fits in to that.

But Henrik? No way. I just don't see him as being assertive enough for her. Excluding r!Henrik, Henny is a harmless labrador puppy, and Marisol wants a pitbull.

So while she thinks he's hot (because she's got eyes), sorry, Henny, you're not for her.

Okay, so the assertiveness makes sense with Lucas. But he's not exactly rough around the edges?

You're right. Lucas is many things, but rough around the edges is not one of them. The man is so polished that it squeaks when you give him a handjob.

However. Lucas is one of the (read: the #1 IMO) most hyper-masculine guys in the villa. Not in a one of the lads kind of way, though. He's just got all that Daddy/Dom thing going on. Which we know that Graham's also into (rope, sex dungeon in the fort, etc.), so I HC that Marisol's at least a little bit into it.

Lucas & Marisol are also both brilliant, and I think that, intellectually at least, he's one of the only boys who's going to be able to keep up with her. He's also assertive enough to go after her, which, if he did it, she would have absolutely gone for. Plus, don't even get me started on how much the motorbike would get her revved, IYKWIM.

But the key point is that in this universe, Lucas is actively pursuing her. If that was the case, then yes, I think Marisol is definitely going to show significant interest in Lucas.

But would she have gone for Lucas over Rocco?

Ahhh, see this is where it gets tricky. My first thought was yes. Because she's not a fucking idiot. Marisol analyses the shit out of every relationship, so I think it's pretty safe to assume she's doing the same to her own. She's going to be weighing up the pros and cons of each. And if she's looking for love, is she picking the handsome physiotherapist who lives an hour and a half drive away, or is she picking the flighty food-truck guy who lives an hour and a half flight away?

But Marisol's not that shallow!

No, you're right, and she's not thinking about this because of money. She's thinking about it because of values. It's ultimately canon that neither her or Lucas want kids. Which definitely helps.

So what would turn her off Rocco, then?

If anything, the thing that would have turned her off Rocco is that he's actually far more pretentious than Lucas. And yes, I know Lucas is pretty pretentious as far as the real-world use of the term goes.

But in terms of actual pretense? Lucas plays down the impressive things he's done. Rocco straight up lies about things he hasn't. I don't think she'd like that.

Okay, but you seem to be talking her out of going for Rocco. Why would she pick Rocco over Lucas?

Simple. It's almost entirely about trust.

Marisol's not fussed about her guy being flirtatious with other women. We know this, because when Graham flirts with Elisa and Jo (🤢) she's like 'If he's trying to make me jealous, it's not going to work'. Plus the fact that she still wants to be with Rocco after Roccogate... yeah. So it's not that that's going to turn her off him. Trust.

If a guy opens up to her, she loves it. I think, for all her psychoanalysing and pretending to not care about. When you interrupt Graham & Marisol in CA, he's opening up to her about a time when he felt really scared for his crew. And she's eating that shit up like it's his grandmother's dressed crab. Rocco opened up to Marisol about why he dropped out of Uni before he opened up to anyone else in the villa. And it's almost immediately after this that we start seeing her actively going for Rocco.

Lucas... is... sigh. I'll just say it. He's cold. It takes a long time for him to open up to MC, so we should expect it would be the same with Marisol. I actually think that Marisol's psychoanalysing would have prompted a similar reaction in him that it did from Rahim - with frustration, annoyance, and closing the fuck off. And I think, ultimately, this is going to be the thing that turns Marisol off Lucas. Because despite their obvious attraction to each other, I think she would have just gotten frustrated with the fact that he won't let her in.

So that's my take!

I hope this met your expectations, and I'm so sorry again about how long it took me to do! I hope it's not too rambling :)

xxx MrsBSmooth

#litg #litg fanfic #ask #litg marisol #litg season 2 #mrsbsmooth #litg writers room #hcs #misc

[nomaishuttle]

under the cut bc its long but im just copy and pasting this persons abt bc its literally EXACTLY what i was talking abt.

If you've ever cried when listening to Transformers music...

If you've ever sworn to be an Autobot/Decepticon...

If you've ever compared a guy to a Transformer... 

If you still read fanfics and watch the films even when people call you a nerd...

If it broke your heart when your favorite one died...

... and you cheered like Hell itself had fallen when they returned to life...

... Post this, fellow Transfan, and know that we are more than meets the eye.

Optimus taught me how to be a leader Arcee taught me how to care for people Bumblebee taught me that no matter how young you are, you can be strong Bulkhead taught me that brains aren’t everything Wheeljack taught me that it’s ok to do your own thing Ratchet taught me that a medic is just as important as a solider Ultra Magnus taught me to have standards Smokescreen taught me to be confident Cliffjumper taught me to be brave Megatron taught me that anything is survivable Starscream taught me that it’s okay to get second chances Soundwave taught me that the quiets ones are sometimes the strongest Knockout taught me that it’s okay to want to look good Breakdown taught me to be strong no matter the situation Dreadwing taught me that family comes first Arachnid taught me not to betray the place where you are welcomed Skyquake taught me how to be loyal Steve taught me that even the minor roles matter Shockwave taught me how to be logical Predaking taught me how to be different

Normal girls (or boys) wanna marry boys (or girls), we wanna marry mechs (or femmes) [yknow for any bisexual or gays -like me-] Normal girls say good, we say Optimus Prime. Normal girls say evil, we say Lord Megatron. Normal girls say OMG, we say OMP. Normal girls Earth, we say Cybertron. Normal girls have hearts, we have sparks. Normal girls don't freak out when they see red and blue semis, we do. Normal girls say jets, we say seekers. Normal girls say aliens, we say Cybertronians. Normal girls say annoying, we say Starscream. Normal girls say sh*t, we say scrap. Normal girls drink alcohol, we drink energon. (*cough*High grade*cough-cough*) Normal girls say f***, we say frag. Normal girls say heart attack, we say spark attack. Normal girls say children, we say sparklings. Normal girls say Husbands (or wives), we say Sparkmates.

97% of teenagers would cry if they saw Justin Bieber standing on top of a tower about to jump. If you are the 3% sitting there with popcorn and 3D glasses, screaming "DO A BACKFLIP!" Copy and paste this on your "About Me" if you're that 3%. As a Transfan

-You call your computer Teletran 1. -Names enemies after Decepticons and/or Autobots. -Uses a Transformers reference whenever possible. -Whenever talking too fast, says you're talking like Blurr. -Whenever you hear the word Soundwave, you cringe. (I swear he's spying on us all! Trust no one unless you know for sure they're a Transfan or an Autobot!) -Will never look at a boombox the same ever again. (I keep thinking it's either Blaster or Soundwave) -You never try to look at a GMC Truck funny, since your afraid it's Ironhide. -You have dreams where you are in the Transformers world. (And when you wake up ur just like </3 it was just a dream) -You've watched Transformers at least 20 times, even more. -You pray to Primus. -You freak out whenever you see a cop car hiding in the shadows, thinking it's Barricade. -You don't call people creepers or stalkers, you call them Decepticreeps and/or Autoscums. -You have joined any Transformers fan clubs. -You've tried to do Jet Judo, and succeeded -You've tried Jet Judo, and failed hard core XD. -You sing the Transformers theme song everywhere and anywhere. -You were about to cry when Bumblebee was about to die in DOTM. (I actually did cry in that scene and the one where Sentinel Prick murdered Ironhide D': ) -You blame Blackout for most power outages. -You think that the world is going to end by a Decepticon invasion. (Yes I'm paranoid about this possibly happening) -You get annoyed when you say Unicron, and people think you just said Unicorn. -You think that every evil person in the world is either a Decepticon agent, or a Pretender -You think that when the Autobots win the war, it should be declared a national holiday. (OF COURSE! They deserve to be recognised for their achievements and saving all of us!) -You think the Government is hiding the Autobots somewhere. (They freaking have to be I just know it!) -You go to visit Hoover Dam to make sure Megatron's all comfy cozy in layers of ice. -You annoy your friends and family with your constant Transformers talk. (*sigh* I do...) -Whenever your friends say the worst thing happened, you ask if Decepticons attacked them. -You wish your phone was a Transformer. -You have seen all of the original G1 series and the animated movie (I own them on DVD)

#replace the awful transformers terms with Actual xenophobia and racism. and then its a bunch of hetalia copypastas

[eddiebodywantssome]

4x12 | 5x06

#911 fox #911 spoilers #all this boy knows is be bisexual and sit in truck #evan buckley #buck #911 season 5

[spencers-renaissance]

The Other Side of the Storm

Summary: Spencer & Luke are not out as a couple but have to attend the same FBI gala where a young, pretty agent insists on flirting with Luke. Misunderstandings and surprising reveals ensue.

Tags: relationship reveal, secret relationship, coming out, jealousy, caught, hurt/comfort, autistic spencer, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, found family, est. rel., cuddling & snuggling, domestic fluff

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 2.7k

Masterlist // Read on AO3

Lets pretend I didn't just disappear for a couple of weeks bc I'm BACK now yay! This is written for a prompt from @ralvezhq who asked: "Ralvez is already dating but no one knows about them yet. they get invited to some sort of FBI gala and a young, accomplished female agent won’t stop flirting with luke and spencer is absolutely not having it so he finds a way to let everyone know they are together." -- I stuck to it except that they're caught rather than willingly confessing, I hope that's okay! I really enjoyed this one, so I hope you do as well.

!!!TW: the woman is very insistent on her flirting and makes Luke uncomfortable when she touches his chest without his consent!!!

“Any particular reason you keep looking over at that table full of Fugitive Task Force members, Spence?” JJ asks amusedly, sipping from her wine glass.

“Mm, I’ve noticed you looking over there a little bit,” Tara muses. “You got your eye on someone?”

Spencer looks down and forces a laugh, but he can feel the tips of his ears turning pink, and knows that he’s not gonna hear the end of this for the rest of the night. The team have never been fond of the FBI Galas they’re forced into attending every year, and unfortunately, Hotch’s usual stunt of pulling a non-urgent case from the stack and jetting off to some far-flung corner of the country to avoid it failed to fool the director this time.

He’d broken the news to them at the start of the week, and conversation in the bullpen has pretty much exclusively revolved around the event ever since. Even Penelope, who loves seeing people win awards and dressing up in her favourite full-glam outfits, has been significantly less upbeat. She only gave him one spontaneous hug all week.

None of them, though, have been dreading it more than Spencer. The others aren’t exactly fond of the faux smiles and convoluted politics and fake niceties either, sure, but tonight he has far more to lose than ever before. Namely, the man sat just out of his direct eye line at the Fugitive Task Force table.

Ironically, he and Luke had gotten ready for the same event together. They’d stood in the mirror side by side and tied one another’s ties in the way that always makes Spencer smile and Luke had gently brushed his hair out of eyes, but when it came time to leave, Spencer called a rideshare, and Luke drove the truck, arriving at completely different times in completely different vehicles.

The thing is, that as much as he loves his team, and as much as the FBI fraternisation policy has been significantly relaxed over the last few years, no one can know they’re together and have been for the last eight months.

Even the thought of Derek or Hotch or even JJ finding out — not only that he’s dating someone but that that person is a man — makes him feel queasy.

Which is why he smiles around an awkward cough and forces himself to meet the eyes of his profiler teammates, fighting every instinct in him to run, leg it out of here, never show your face again.

“No, I’m just looking at the clock above them,” he lies, and it isn’t smooth in any way shape or form but it’ll have to do. “You know I can’t wait for this to end. I haven’t read any Carl Jung in weeks.”

Tara laughs, raising her wine glass slightly. “Now that I understand.”

“Nah, I’m not so sure,” Derek grins slyly, “I think my man has his eye on some girl and he’s just getting a little shy, am I right, pretty boy?” He quirks an eyebrow playfully, leaning over to pat him on the back, and Spencer scrambles to recover.

“Believe whatever you’d like, Morgan,” he says, bringing his own glass to his lips to conceal any tells in his expression. “Doesn’t make it any less false.”

Thankfully, the conversation is interrupted by the Director clearing his throat into the mic on the stage as he introduces the next round of awards. Spencer loses himself in the anonymity of a dark room and a clapping audience, grateful that he’s avoided this round of interrogation.

The rest of the night progresses similarly. Spencer tries to keep his eyes away from Luke’s table — and valiantly attempts to keep from blushing like a schoolgirl when their eyes meet and Luke’s lips quirk upwards in an I-tried-to-stop-it-but-I-just-can’t kind of smile — and the rest of his team rib him pretty relentlessly about this ‘girl’ he supposedly has his eye on.

Hotch tries to get the team to leave him alone, but when a group of skilled, determined profilers all a little tipsy on wine and champagne encounter a friend’s mysterious love life, it’s pretty difficult to stand in their way.

Once dessert is served, though, things rapidly go downhill.

As much as he’s been trying to keep his eyes away from Luke’s table, it’s almost impossible to prevent his gaze from straying in a temporary moment of cognitive lapse every now and then, and while everyone is relatively quiet and occupied, digging into the Belgian waffle dessert, it happens once again. This time, though, instead of a small smile from Luke, he’s rewarded with the frankly heart-stopping sight of a young, pretty agent practically sitting in his lap, trying to feed him dessert.

He looks uncomfortable, and immediately Spencer is hit with an overwhelming wave of insecurity, jealousy, and an urge to protect that strangles his breath for a moment. He stares unabashedly, no longer caring whether anyone sees him because that’s his boyfriend and an extremely pretty woman is all over him and he looks like he wants her to stop, and oh my god, what does he do?

“Is that the girl you like all over that dude?” Derek asks sympathetically, catching onto Spencer’s staring. “It’s alright, man, if she’d choose someone else over you then she’s not right for you anyway. Why don’t you come and enjoy your dessert?”

Spencer senses the rest of the team’s eyes on him, but they don’t say anything, probably from a combination of pity, awkwardness, and confidence in Derek to counsel him through it. He’s hardly cognisant of that, though, instead a roar of emotion crashing through his mind, and he has no idea what to do about it.

When he sees a perfectly manicured hand land directly on Luke’s chest, though; when he sees Luke reject her more firmly, this time pushing her away; when he watches as she clearly gears herself up for some sad protest of self-victimisation, he sees red.

Before he can stop himself, he’s storming across the room over to Luke’s table. “Hi,” he says firmly, audibly pissed off and not in the mood for bullshit, “do you mind if I borrow my friend here? I have some official FBI business to discuss with him. Thanks.”

Without waiting for a response, he grabs Luke’s arm and leads him to the corridor outside the main hall, Luke following quickly and willingly behind him.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks with his brow furrowed, his hand coming up to gently rest on Luke’s waist as he peers at him concernedly through the dim lighting of the hallway.

“Yes, baby, I’m fine,” Luke smiles reassuringly, raising a hand to Spencer’s face. “I’m sorry you had to see that. She was… persistent.”

“She shouldn’t have made you uncomfortable like that,” Spencer insists, still feeling distressed and anxious despite the immediate situation having been diffused.

“You’re right,” Luke agrees. “And she should’ve listened to me when I told her I was taken. I’m sorry you had to see someone flirting with me so openly like that, carinõ, I know you still get insecure about things like that.”

Spencer sighs, relaxing slowly the more he hears Luke’s voice as steady and strong and kind as it always is. He steps forward and buries his face in Luke’s neck as he nestles in close for a comforting hug.

“You know I only have eyes for you, right, sweetheart?” Luke whispers softly, one arm holding his waist and another tangling itself in Spencer’s loose curls.

He nods into Luke’s neck, but doesn’t make any move to pull away, just enjoying the warmth and closeness of standing so intimately with the man he loves until—

“Spencer!” Derek’s voice pulls him violently from his sweet escape from reality and horror instantly floods him as he jerks away from Luke, staring at Derek in a nauseating mixture of alarm and trepidation.

“What…” Derek stares right back at him as both JJ and Tara come tumbling through the doors behind him, looking ready for a fight—

Oh. That makes sense. They all saw him storming towards a woman they thought he had a crush on, then pull the man she was flirting with out into the most secluded corridor surrounding the hall. Even considering Spencer’s character, he has to admit that the circumstances definitely look like he was gearing up for a fight, and everyone knows that he is not the kind of person who could hold his own against an ex-military man who chases down criminals for a living.

“You’re… not fighting him,” Derek says hesitantly, the puzzle pieces clearly falling into place for him.

Spencer shakes his head minutely, and is only thankful when Luke inches closer and wraps an arm around him. After all, he has nothing more to lose.

“You were looking at him, not her,” Derek continues slowly.

Spencer nods, unable to meet the eyes of any of the three friends standing in front of him.

“You’re dating him,” he says, still sounding shocked, his voice almost entirely numb. “You’re gay.”

“Or bisexual,” Tara offers, and Spencer takes a little comfort in the fact that she doesn’t sound shocked or upset, her voice warm and helpful. He tries to meet her eye, but he can’t work up the courage and buries closer into Luke’s embrace instead.

“Gay,” he whispers.

“Spence,” JJ says quietly, earnestly, “why didn’t you tell us?”

It’s too much to go into right now, too convoluted and long of a story for him to explain when even choking out a single syllable takes a herculean effort, so he shrugs instead.

“We were talking all night assuming you were interested in a woman,” Derek says numbly, more to himself than anything, but Spencer watches out of the corner of his eye as he shakes off the shock and comes back to himself, slowly putting more of the puzzle together as he looks at Spencer. “That’s why you didn’t tell us. We’ve been making assumptions all this time and hurting you in the process.”

“Oh, Spence,” JJ whispers sadly, stepping a little closer.

“I’m so sorry, pretty boy, I— I should’ve known or tried to be more inclusive at least, I’m so sorry I made you feel like this.”

The regret in his friends’ voices and the absence of a negative reaction brings him out of the safety of Luke’s arms slightly. His boyfriend is eyeing him with serious concern, and he tries a smile to reassure him a little, squeezing his hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he manages, clearing his throat awkwardly as he finally succeeds in making eye contact. “It’s a long story and I’ll tell you another time, but, uh​​— this is Luke. We’ve been together for eight months, two weeks, and four days.”

Luke smiles fondly. “As much as we didn’t expect to reveal it like this, it’s nice to meet all of you properly,” Luke says warmly, shaking everyone’s hands quickly before stepping back to Spencer and interlocking their fingers, pressing a quick but meaningful kiss to his temple.

“I’m really glad you felt able to share this with us, Spence,” Tara says encouragingly, smiling at him in that bright, reassuring way of hers that rivals Penelope in the warmth and comfort it radiates. “I’m proud of you.”

Something about her reaction this entire time has him wondering whether she already knew. He’ll ask her later when he feels less like his heart is still firmly lodged in his throat.

“Me too, kid,” Derek agrees, smiling as well. Spencer wonders whether the initial shock and numb reaction was more a response to his own behaviour than anything about him and Luke, and the thought makes him feel substantially better.

JJ grins, stepping forward and grabbing Spencer’s other hand. “Me three.”

Before anyone can say anything else, the doors are opening again and Penelope is flying through them.

“Oh! Thank god you’re all okay! You just ran off after Spencer and I left you guys to it because I thought you could handle it better than I could but then you didn’t come back and even Hotch was worried, and—” she cuts herself off as she realises everyone staring at her, and slowly she takes in the scene around her. “Oh my god, I’ve missed something. Oh my god, I missed a moment, didn’t I? What have I told you guys about having moments without me? Someone tell me what happened, please, before I explode—”

“Alright, Penelope,” Spencer chuckles, interrupting her. He’s known her for too long to expect her to cut herself off when she’s on a tirade like that. “Uh, this is Luke. My boyfriend.”

“Your… your boyfriend? Oh my god, I finally get to meet him? Wait you told the others? Oh my god I’ve missed so much!”

“Penelope knew?” Derek asks, surprised.

“Half of mine and Spencer’s mutual friends are FBI Agents, and the other half are drag queens, of course I knew,” Penelope dismisses him, “but he wasn’t ready for me to meet his boyfriend yet or even know his name and I very nicely did not go hunting to find him out because I could’ve done that, but I didn’t, because I value you so much as a friend, Spencer, and I’m so glad you finally—”

“Penelope!” Spencer interjects, laughing even more as the tension and distress he’d felt only minutes ago finally melts away fully. “Do you actually want to introduce yourself to Luke, or do you want to keep rambling about drag queens?”

“Right! Yes!” she says eagerly, turning to Luke. “I’m Penelope and it is so nice to meet you, like you don’t even know how much I’ve wanted to meet the man who has my blueberry muffin blushing bright pink in the corner of my batcave while he texts on the phone, and I know you call him carinõ because I saw a text once and it’s the sweetest nickname ever, you are just the cutest, and we are going to be best friends—”

Spencer rests his head on Luke’s shoulder as he listens fondly to Penelope rambling and his friends chatting amongst themselves and everyone getting to know the most important man in his life — the only man he’s ever wanted anything long term with, the only man he’s ever wanted to actually marry one day — and a warm, sweet feeling of contentment floods his chest.

It’s far from the way he thought he’d feel after the team found about Luke, and he savours it, holds it in his mouth for as long as he can before swallowing the memory and filing it away to treasure forever. A moment like this deserves that kind of reverence.

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Luke asks gently as they crawl into bed, tired but happy at gone 2am. He pulls Spencer into his side as soon as they’re under the duvet, resting his chin on his head as he always does.

Moments like these make Spencer smile, the kind of familiar routine that’s so essential to their relationship. Luke had figured out early on that close physical contact and firm touches make him feel safe and settle his racing mind, so they’d worked out positions that made them both feel comfortable, and now relaxing into them is second nature.

“A bit weird,” Spencer admits after thinking for a moment. “I’m happy that they know now and everyone took it well, but it’s strange. A significant part of who I am has been not only that I’m gay, but the dedication I felt to protecting that secret. And now that it’s out, it feels like something private has been bared for my friends to inspect.”

“I think that’s only natural,” Luke muses quietly, pressing a kiss to Spencer’s curls. “It’ll take some getting used to, but you’ll adjust eventually.”

Spencer sighs. “Yeah, you’re right. After I tackle telling Hotch and Rossi, it’ll be nice not to have to hide it. I’ll be able to talk about you at work and maybe even go crazy and put a photo of you on my desk.”

“Wow, that is wild, check you out,” Luke chuckles, before they settle into a comfortable silence in the warm glow of their bedroom. Eventually, he speaks up though, quiet and reverent. “I’m proud of you, carinõ. I really am.”

The words instantly make Spencer smile, a light blush tinging his ears again. He hides his face in Luke’s chest, scooching impossibly closer into his arms. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too, Spencer,” Luke replies, a happy sigh in his voice.

He reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp. His hand returns to Spencer’s hair and something clicks into place somewhere, a fundamental alignment of the universe that brings a feeling of something so incredibly right as their breathing rhythmically matches to one another and they slide into the welcome embrace of sleep.

I hope you enjoyed that! I had a lot of fun with this one. If anyone has any more ralvez relationship reveal prompts, feel free to send them my way!

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[memxntomxri]

𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - bisexual!hinata shouyou x gn!reader, hinata shouyou x miya atsumu

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - angst, break up

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - hinata shouyou is trustworthy - with everything except for your heart

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2.4k words

𝘵𝘸 - slightly descriptive nsfw?, cheating (i'm sorry to be doing my children hinata and atsumu dirty this way but this got stuck in my head 😭), major angst, break-up, no happy ending, lots and lots of crying, lots and lots of reader's internal thoughts, atsumu is an asshole

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - this is the result of brainrot i had stuck in my head after reading chapter 18 of SabbyWrites' A Study in Depravity. HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS - I REPEAT, HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS. BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE ALSO NOT CHEATERS. i just couldn't resist writing this lmao

also, i'm doing my best to make this a gender-neutral reader, but it might lean more towards AFAB/non-binary readers since i'm both ashelkgjkdlkjf male-identifying readers i'm sorry

thanks @meiansmistress, lou (LouEve_094 on ao3), lena, and emmy (Noisy_Emmy on ao3) for betaing! your feedback helped me a lot

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙣𝙞 - there are some descriptive scenes of smut in here 👀 shoo, shoo

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

You know this.

It's the reason you met, after all.

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The summer you moved to Miyagi, following your father's dream of teaching in a little town similar to the one he lived in as a child, you were unhappy. Who could blame you, after all? You had a comfortable life back in Osaka, and unlike your father, you were a city dweller at heart. It was also the middle of your first year of high school—who wanted to transfer schools, let alone across prefectures, in the middle of a school year?

It was hot in Miyagi, and when the moving truck broke down on the side of the road, the entire family piled out and sat on the curb. Just your father (who you were still mad at), your mother, and you. That was what it had always been. Sure, you had friends, but somehow the friendships never got too deep. You were willing to bet that within a month, there would be no texts other than the occasional New Year's greeting or "happy birthday" from your so-called friends back in Osaka.

And don't even get you started on romantic relationships. It wasn't that you weren't attractive, or that you weren't easy to get along with—it was just that there was never anybody. Yes, you had liked people before, but nothing had ever come of it.

Your mother piped up, saving you from your dark thoughts about the state of your relationships with other people. "Y/n, love, can you go back down the hill again? I think we saw a konbini a bit that way, please buy some cool drinks." she says, depositing coins in your outstretched hand. Oh well, something to do, you supposed.

You strolled casually down the road, sweating buckets. When you pushed open the doors of the konbini—Sakanoshita Store, you noted, it definitely didn’t look like a konbini—opened, you basked in the cold air of the air conditioner for a bit. As you stood there, looking a bit dumb with your arms outstretched, you felt a weight barrel into you from behind.

With a bang, you fell forward, the weight landing on your back. "Ow!" you cried, rubbing your right wrist, which had unceremoniously made contact with the ground, pain shooting up the limb. You twisted around to glare at whatever had so unceremoniously bowled you over. You were met with the sight of wide, brown eyes and flushed cheeks. "Sorry!" the boy squeaked, getting off of you quickly. "So sorry!" You frowned and got up.

"Watch where you’re going, okay?" You were a few centimeters taller than him, you noted.

He started blabbering, talking about how he needed to get the first-aid kit because a "Stingyshima" had "accidentally" ran into "Bakageyama" and this "Bakageyama" now had a bleeding knee and that he was the fastest runner in their volleyball club (he was strangely emphatic about this point). By the time he was finished rambling, you were chuckling slightly. It was obvious that he hadn't meant anything by running into you, and it was actually kind of endearing how earnestly he was trying to explain himself.

You held up a hand, stopping him from continuing to ramble. "Y-you aren't mad, right?" he asked anxiously. You smiled and shook your head slightly. "It seems your team trusts you to help take care of your friend, so why don't you grab the first-aid kit and go help him?" You suggested gently.

He nodded quickly and darted behind the counter, grabbing a white box. As he jogged away, he seemed to remember something and turned around to holler at you. "My name's Hinata Shouyou! I'm a first year!" he introduced himself in a bright voice.

Just inside the konbini, a small smile slipped across your face.

Hinata Shouyou, huh. He seemed nice.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason you fell in love with him.

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The first day of school, you meet Hinata Shouyou again. And again. And again. He somehow seems to pop up everywhere you go—not that you're complaining, he's entertaining and nice—and soon, you think you can count yourself as his friend.

You go to his game against Aoba Johsai, then Shiratorizawa, then you're hugging him as he jumps up and down, celebrating their win. That’s the first time your heart jumps when you look at him, haloed by the lights of the gym.

Slowly, you feel yourself falling in love with him. Not just falling for him, no, because Hinata Shouyou will not let anyone do anything in halves, especially not falling in love. Shouyou, to you, (because by then you were on first-name basis) is someone you can rely on, someone that is always there, like the sun, trustworthy.

And because he is always there, it's also easy to confess to him in your second year. You know him well enough by now to know that even if he doesn't feel the same, nothing would change about your friendship except for the addition of unspoken words. And you think that he might love you back, if the lingering glances and brighter smiles are any indication.

Your guess is right, and by New Year's break, the two of you are a happy couple.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you let him go, if only for a little bit.

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When Shouyou left for Brazil, you took a break from each other. To be honest, it was your idea.

It wasn't that you didn't think that you couldn't trust him ten thousand kilometers away—it was that you knew you would hold him back. He was going to Brazil to chase his dream, and having a tether to his hometown would only slow him down. It hurt, having to say goodbye at the airport, but somehow the two of you got through it.

You still talked—a little more than "just friends" should—but you were careful not to let him think that you were together.

Shouyou was meant for greater things, and back then, as an insecure, just-barely-adult going into medical school, you weren't sure if you fit into the picture.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you let him back in.

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When Shouyou returns from Brazil, the first person he visits is you. You, all the way out in Osaka, pushing yourself to your limits as you study for med school. When you open your door and see him standing there, smiling as bright as ever, you fall into his arms—both literally and metaphorically. It turns out, even two years later, you trust him to catch you.

It was all too natural for you and Shouyou to get back together, and by a stroke of luck, he joins the MSBY Black Jackals, right there in Osaka. You move in together, his slightly larger salary allowing the two of you to rent a bigger apartment.

Yes, it's hard work being in a relationship again, but you like having Shouyou to return to every night after your shift is over. You wake up early every morning to make the two of you breakfast and lunch, and Shouyou always has dinner waiting for you when you step back in the door, often also staying up so that you can talk.

You're content.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you think nothing of his closeness with his teammates.

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Shouyou has always been a people-magnet. Even back in high school, everyone loved him. Shouyou is bisexual. You know this. He’s always had more than enough love to give back, too, and his bisexuality had never impacted your relationship. Why should it, when you’re every bit as queer as him? Your relationship was strong, and you believed in it. That's why, at every team dinner that he takes you to, when someone else inevitably takes the seats next to him instead of you and you're relegated to a corner, you don't worry about it. Shouyou loves you, and it doesn't matter where you sit for a couple of hours.

Yes, Miya Atsumu is a bit aggressive whenever Shouyou compliments him, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at you triumphantly, but you chalk it to them being good friends and Miya-san wanting to get to know you better by having a little friendly competition, and that's okay.

Yes, Shouyou starts going out with his team more and more, but they're his team. He's supposed to be close with them.

Yes, you start to feel a little neglected, but it wasn't as if you were the most attentive back when you were still struggling through med school.

And anyways, Shouyou always makes time for the two of you on Saturdays, your designated date nights. You have trust in your relationship, in its rock-tight foundation built upon years of knowing each other.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you believe his words.

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One Friday, after an especially busy shift at the hospital that got cut short for you when a coworker unexpectedly came in to fill in for you, you decide to head home early and get some rest, maybe cuddle with Shouyou while watching those romcoms you both enjoy.

You had told him that you'd be home late that night, and you hoped that you could surprise him with some dinner. So, you swung by his favorite yakitori place and ordered dinner, driving home as fast as you safely could.

As you open the door to your apartment, you hear the distinctive sounds of sex, skin slapping on skin, grunts and moans, high keens. You frown. Maybe Shouyou was watching porn? He sometimes liked to get himself ready (the two of you enjoyed the occasional pegging) before you got home. You drop the food on the kitchen table and put your jacket on the hook.

"Love, I'm home!" you call out softly. No response.

Frowning deeper now, you move towards the bedroom door. Just as you're about to open it, you hear something that stops you cold.

"A-ah, Atsumu!" It's distinctively Shouyou's voice, and suddenly, you can't move anymore.

Shouyou, who told you you could make it through med school.

Shouyou, who made you yakisoba and miso soup whenever you were stuck studying.

Shouyou, who whispered sweet nothings in your ear every morning as the two of you made breakfast.

Shouyou, who is currently in bed with Miya fucking Atsumu.

You want to get up, you want to slam open the door, you want to demand answers, but somehow, you can't get your legs to budge from the spot in the ground they've rooted themselves to.

Then,

"Who do you love, Sho?" Atsumu growls.

Your heart skips a beat.

No.

No.

You pray to all the gods you know that what's about to pass Shouyou's lips will miraculously stay trapped in his throat, but it seems like the gods don't feel kind today.

"Y-you, Atsumu, you!" you hear Shouyou cry.

Your heart shatters into a million little kaleidoscopic pieces. Tears start running down your face, hot, involuntary, painful, because they represent the six years of a beautiful relationship down the drain, because nothing will ever be the same, because Shouyou is cheating on you.

Finally, your legs decide to move again. It seems like someone else is controlling your body as you walk towards the door, opening it with a shaking hand.

Shouyou is pinned down by Miya-san on the bed, legs thrown over his shoulder, as he slams into him.

The door bangs against the wall.

Shouyou looks up, and when he sees you, his face floods with guilt.

You don't say anything. You just stand there, tears flooding down your face, betrayal evident in your expression.

"Y-y/n!" he says. "I-I- I swear, this isn't-" he begins.

You cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, Shouyou." you spit.

Miya-san chuckles. "Who are we kidding, this is exactly what they think it is. What, did you think that you would be enough to satisfy Sho? You, with your infinitely busy schedule? You, who has no clue about volleyball?" he says, cutting into you.

"Atsumu, stop!" Shouyou says, frantic. He can tell that he's going to lose you, but he's not going to go down without a fight. "Babe, I love you, please-" he says, getting out of Miya-san's embrace and moving towards you. You sidestep him, holding a duffel bag with a change of clothes.

You stand there, looking at the scene, chuckling darkly inside your head. Just a scorned lover, a man, and his side-piece. You take a deep breath.

"You know, Shouyou, if you fell in love with someone else, you should've just told me. I trust you to be honest. I'm leaving—because even though you might love me, you're in love with Miya-san." you said.

Shouyou looks stricken with guilt, but you know it's from lying, not because he loves you anymore. Your laugh is broken and rough on the ears. "You think I didn't hear you? Oh, Shouyou, I heard more than enough. Have a nice life, and I hope that you remember how you broke me. I hope it fucking haunts you to the day of your death," you hurl at him.

Because even though at that moment you're screaming at him, you know that you still love him, that you’ll always will love him, and that you will carry this scar for the rest of your life. And even though you love him enough to leave now, to let him be with the person he loves—you still have enough love for yourself to hope that he bears some of the weight of this horrible, messy end too.

And with that, you walk out the door.

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But you're wrong.

Hinata Shouyou might love Miya Atsumu, but he still loves you more.

Years later, looking back, he comprehends that he didn't just break you. As he stares at his empty apartment, devoid of a lover—because what you said was true, he still carries the guilt, the memory of your tear-stained face, the recollections of your golden time together that ruined any relationship he might have had before it started, the echo of your absolute trust in him,

—Hinata Shouyou realizes he ruined himself too.

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© ʙᴇᴛʜᴇʏᴅᴏᴄʀɪᴍᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ 2021 - ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ

#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #atsuhina #canon universe #angst #haikyu angst #cheating #no happy ending

[softmary]

You know what? I'm also posting my headcanons on slashers:

- Tiffany Valentine: bisexual icon™, ultimate mom, very supportive and 10/10 person if we don't pay attention to her murderous tendences.

- Chucky: homophobic bastard. Literally murdered his child and wife, but he is funny and comes back as a chick to make out with Tiff so we forgive him.

- Freddy Krueger: not even Satan wants him. Homophobic, sexist, racist and ableist. He bullies my sweet baby Jason, of course I hate him.

- Jason Voorhees & Bubba Sawyer: definition of pure, innocent bab (again, don't mind the whole murdering ordeal) very good and special bois who deserve all the kisses and cuddles. They love animals and mother nature and they love them back.

- Thomas Hewitt: he is a quiet tsundere but is surprisingly sweet if treated with love and care. Basically be nice to him, you selfish fvck.

- Michael Myers: angery 24/7. Easely pissed off. You really don't want to get on his bad side (even more). A brat. He wants something? He takes it. Not homophobic nor an ally. He hates everyone just the same.

- Pennywise (2017): feral baby. Surprisingly short-tempered and can be very bratty. Like Michael, he doesn't cares about what you like, after all food is food.

- Pennywise (1990): lied back gramps. Very chill, loves to smoke and drink. Often scolded my Penny for his unhealthy habits. An old goof with a messed up sense of humor.

- Ghostface: an absolute crackhead who is responsible for the ungodly high phone bills. Pranks everyone and anyone (original, I know) He is that oldass man who thinks he is 15 and pulls the "What's up, my diggity dogs?" phrases in hopes of seeming like a fellow teenager. He should get an actual job since he is an adult but he is in denial.

- Brahms Heelshire: homophobic homosexual. Literally lives within the walls which is the equivalent of being closeted. Hates water and soap, veggies and is very smort. Too good at looking innocent when he is nasty. He is so thristy he doesn't finds fangirls scary. The definition of simp. Would definetely buy gamer girl bath water.

- Vincent Sinclair: another introverted tsundere. Much like Tommie, he'll be nice if you are patient with him, but it takes WAY more work to convince him not to kill you since making wax figures out of people is his passion. He is a misunderstood artist, leave him alone.

- Bo Sinclair: extroverted tsundere, homophobic homosexual and a bottom as much as he hates to admit it (that's why he doesn't) lowkey into masochism. Needs therapy, a slap across the face and a hug all at once.

- Lester Sinclair: stinky possum man who unironically eats garbage. A feral forest goblin who collects literally anything to bring it to his nest (AKA his truck) Criminally underrated.

- Chromeskull: a fine gentleman. A sugar daddy, as some may put it (@thomashewittispacking I'm looking at u) respects women unlike some mozzarella looking ass bastard.

- Carrie White: literally my spirit animal. She is so nice I want to show her my seashell collection and have a picnic with her. She didn't deserve anything that happened to her and deserves all the hugs in the world.

- Slappy: I don't even know if this funky doll counts as a slasher but I loved his movie and so I get to add him. A gæ puppet mastermind who has a way too big ego for such a small body. He is too cool for everyone.

- Yautjas: this applies to every single one of them. They are giant hairless space cats who become very touchy once shown affection. At first they are very reluctant, but little by little your mate will warm up to you and have you sit on his lap when he is done with his responsabilities. He will praise you by patting your head or shoulder and is very possessive of you.

#tiffany valentine #bride of chucky #chucky #childs play #childsplay #freddy krueger #nightmare on elm street #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #michael myers #halloween #pennywise #IT #ghostface #scream #brahms heelshire #the boy #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #the house of wax #chromeskull #carrie white #slappy #goosebumps #yautja

[dreamescapeswriting]

Midnight Adventures ~ BC [Request]

WORD COUNT:1.5K

GENRE: Fluffy, established-relationship, fluffy bang chan feels

PAIRING: Chan x GN!Reader 

A/N: I hope it’s okay I went with Chan! I was feeling really soft for him since I wasn’t feeling great when I wrote this...Nothing bad just a migraine and I was in the mood for some soft Christopher Bang Hours! I also made it GN that everyone could read it and enjoy, hope this is okay my lovely little anon

Once he was given the all-clear from Felix Chan flung himself out of the bed, changing into some sweats and a black hoodie, something baggy so that he didn't look too obvious to those around him. 

"Is Y/n ready?" Chan asked as Felix came into the room with a giant smile on his face, clearly proud of himself at the others for what they had been planning weeks in advance. This had been planned secretly by the boys, wanting to make sure you and Chan got to spend some one on one time together.

"Jeongin text them to start getting ready, the car is on its way, Jisung is covering at the studio," Felix explained to his nervous leader, it had been two months since you and Chan got to spend some quality time together and the boys were doing everything in their power to change that. Convincing their manager that Chan was sick and was staying home that night to rest when in reality he was sneaking off to go and meet you. Jisung was in charge of working in the studio to distract their manager enough and annoy him to the point where he would just stop asking about Chan. The two of you weren't supposed to be seeing one another since there was still a dating ban but that wasn't going to stop you from sneaking out and seeing one another.

"Are you sure the plan will work?" It wasn't that Chan was trying to get out of the evening that Felix had planned it was just him wanting to make sure he wasn't going to get caught and have consequences for everyone. He hated the thought of everyone getting into trouble for something that he could have prevented.

"It's foolproof, nothing can go wrong. I promise." Felix smiled weakly at Chan who still didn't look convinced on the whole thing but went along with it anyway, agreeing to get ready.

"Shower! I need to get the basket ready while Minho borrows his mum's car," Chan laughed at the thought of it, driving around in a Hyundai truck that the boys had specifically picked out for the date. It was a car that none of the paparazzi would be looking for and it was perfect for the both of you to climb into the truck part and stargaze together. The boys had planned everything out for you, putting blankets, pillows and food into the back of the truck while Chan got ready and making sure it was going to be a romantic time together. 

"I put in some torches in case it's dark, there are some battery-powered fairy lights around the bottom of the truck bed to make it more romantic," Minho explained what he had done to the truck bed to Chan while Chan nodded along, wondering when everyone else had got invested in his relationship with you.

"Guys don't you think it's too much, I mean Y/n loves it when we just hang out without all of this-" Chan stopped talking when Changbin placed his finger over his lips telling him to be quiet as he slid the keys into his hand.

"Just go, you and Y/n have fun and stay safe. We've put masks and maps in the car," Changbin began to push the leader towards the door that was parked in the garage, ignoring Chan's questions and concerns about the dorms watching him drive off. 

"Your chariot awaits," Chan spoke down the phone to you as you came out of your apartment to see him sitting in the car, your mouth fell open a little as you realised it was going to be a secret date but one of the best kinds. Secret midnight adventures were always the best, it didn't matter what you were doing as long as it was together with one another. 

"We have maps, we have food, we have everything we may need so tell me," Chan turned to look at you as you got into the passenger seat, 

"Where would you like to go?" Your mind flooded with possibilities but all you did was lean over and kiss Chan on the lips, enjoying the firey feeling you got whenever you kissed him.

"Let's just go anywhere we want, we have all night." You whispered looking back at him with loving eyes as he leant forward to kiss you again. 

"Then let's go," He started up the car again and began driving towards the motorway, turning on the radio to play songs you could both sing along to while on the drive. Changing gears together while he held your hand, never once letting go as he enjoyed the feeling of being close to you again. He never wanted to let you go again. 

"Take them off, you look too good," Chan mumbled as he handed you a different set of sunglasses. The two of you had driven to a service station with a 24/7 shopping mall, the place was practically deserted besides the workers who looked half asleep and didn't want to be there. Who could blame them? A 24/7 shopping mall off the motorway? Who was going to use it? 

"I'm not putting those on," You laughed staring at the bright orange, flashing pumpkin glasses that Chan was trying to get you to try on. Placing a pair on himself before raising his eyebrows at you, 

"They'll make us match, come on...They're cutttteeee," He said in a sing-song voice as he inched closer to you, trapping you between his body and the wall that was behind you, 

"You have no escape young one," He put on an old-gremlin like voice before placing the sunglasses on your face and smirking at you, 

"Look at that, we look fantastic." He smiled taking out his phone to snap a photo, it wasn't often that he took selfies but he took a lot with you. Wanting to remember and have memories of the times you spent together, he had a whole folder dedicated to your relationship.

"Don't you dare send that to the boys, I look like a trash-bin!" You yelled out trying to take the phone from his hands but he'd already sent it to the group chat while laughing menacingly as you slid off the sunglasses to stare at him. He suddenly felt as though he was in a library and being stared at by the librarian that had just caught him yelling too loudly.

"I can't unsend it-" He stopped speaking when his phone chimed, he looked down to see Felix sending laughing emojis. 

"They love it," He said to you as he turned his screen around to show you their reactions to the image but you continued to stare at him,

"I am going to kick your ass on the arcade games, no more going easy on you because you're my boyfriend," You scoffed as you put the glasses down and began racing towards the arcade machines that were inside of the mall. Chan racing after you with his unrealistically fast sprinting, catching up and surpassing you within seconds as he got to the machines faster than you ever could imagine.

Chan looked down at you as you stared up at the starry night, your eyes flicking over the different stars you could see. After a gaming disaster where the two of you competed with one another head to head on everything in sight, the two of you decided to go out and sit under the stars in the bed of the truck. The back was filled with the blankets and pillows the boys had given to you and you just laid there for hours, talking to one another and enjoying the company. 

"I missed you, I didn't say it before but I did miss you." You turned away from the sky to look at him and smiled, 

"I missed you too baby, I know how busy you get so it's fine," You cupped his face in your hand, running your thumb over his skin and smiling at how smooth it was. 

"I promise I'll do this more often...N-Not just every two months," You shook your head at him, you didn't want him to have to worry about sneaking out to create dates like this all of the time.

"You can come whenever you want, don't force it." You whispered snuggling your head into his neck as you got comfortable, 

"I could sleep here." You laughed softly as you relaxed in his grasp, his arm wrapped around your body as you laid there together, enjoying the sounds of traffic, bugs and people just walking around having no idea who he was. Spending quality time with one another and ignoring the rest of the world while it moved on around you. 

"I think Felix packed food..." Chan hinted thinking that you were still awake but when he got no response he turned down to look at you, finding you fast asleep in his arms, he smiled to himself leaning down to kiss your nose. 

"Sleep tight baby," He whispered as he pulled the blankets up on your body, trying to let you sleep for as long as possible before he would have to set off home again.

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[bisexualalienblast]

michael kissing alex’s cheek was the most tender thing i’ve ever seen. that shit made me want to end it all

Ok look. I’ve been sitting on this ask for FOREVER because it deserved time and attention and ultimate flailing. And now I’m stuck inside for probably the next 3-4 days because of the icepocalypse SO OK LETS TALK ABOUT THE TENDEREST THING IVE EVER SEEN ON TELEVISION (ok thats objectively not true but ACTUALLY given who they are and what we’ve seen it was JUST SO TENDER AND SOFT AND IN A SHIT SHOW OF A SEASON, it’s the LEAST of what we deserved but it’s not the time for that rant)

FIRST OF ALL, the making out in the back of the truck is JUST SO TEENAGER I CAN’T. That’s literally something that I would imagine LOTS of kids did (not everyone I get that) but ESPECIALLY queer teens. Finding a secluded spot to be with your Lovah is just so....GOD I CANT HANDLE. Me and my very first girlfriend when I was 15 had a boat we could sneak off to (don't ask). ALL QUEER TEENS NEED THAT SPOT. And it’s so fitting that it was Michael’s truck. THE BEAUTY OF THAT. THE EXQUISITE PAIN. THE ABSOLUTE BEAUTY OF THE “YOU WANT TO GO FOR A RIDE?” PARALLELED WITH THIS SCENE. NOW WE KNOW HOW DIFFICULT IT WAS FOR ALEX TO SAY NO. The mortifying ordeal of being known in the back of Michael’s truck 

But I digress. Let’s truly talk about the rom com BEAUTIFUL CRINGINESS of teen Michael and Alex. 

LOOK THAT THE LITTLE WIGGLE. MICHAEL LITERALLY DID A LITTLE STUPID SEDUCTIVE WIGGLE AT ALEX. WHO....the fuck does that???? I’m a fan of this look into how Michael seduces lovers and guys, I’m judging. I’m judging hard. IT’S SO CUTE AND ALSO JUST SO MICHAEL. And look how close they are 🥺 and Michael drops this INSANELY STUPID AND WONDERFUL AND CUTE LINE. 

shut the FUCK UP. If anyone said that to me I would immediately vomit and run away because from anyone else it would sound offensively stupid but for some reason coming out of teen Michael’s mouth it’s so SINCERE???? Are these his moves??? ALEX LOOKS SO PLEASED WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. FIRST THE BISEXUAL WIGGLE AND NOW THIS LINE. Alex, you had no chance. I don’t blame you for immediately putting out in the back of a pick up truck. Samesies. We’ve done dumber things when a hot man gives us a line. It’s our lot in life when you’re attracted to boys. 

AND THEN

LOOK AT THIS SMOOCH. IT’S JUST SO SWEEEEEEEEEET. like immediately my teeth want to rot out of my FACE it’s so DISGUSTINGLY sweet. AND ALEX IS JUST PUTTY IN MICHAEL’S HANDS AND LIKE. Same. I get it. THere’s something about cheek kisses and forehead kisses that literally render me speechless. IT’S JUST SO SOFT. And then Alex was like “OK YEAH I LOVED THE CHEEK KISS BUT GIMME THEM LIPS” and again Alex is a relatable king. 

I think we can all agree that season 2 was a tough one for malex shippers but GOD it’s scenes like this that remind me that their chemistry is unmatched by almost any other couple on the show. I know fandom ebbs and flows and shit gets weird but at the end of the fucking day I would die for this train wreck of a ship because LOOK AT THE POTENTIAL AND SOFTNESS. 

#long post #haven't done that in a long time and it feels good tbh #malex

[tintinwrites]

nothing could be finer | Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader x Frankie Morales

A/N: Yes the sequel to this is a threesome bc you love both your boys and Frankie is thinking thots. Yes they all live in the same town idk why. I write too much backstory anyway lol.

Rating: T but maybe a soft M in one little part I suppose? (Sequel will be M)

Warning: Naughty words. One brief sexual scene, not explicit. The reader’s NICKNAME is Carolina and it is not her actual name, and the reasoning is explained in this. Reader went on a bad date that she fears is breaking into her apartment but protective!Santi and protective!Frankie are there!

Word count: 4,683, apparently!! I’M SORRY

Summary: You think someone is breaking into your apartment, and your two favorite men come over to make sure it’s okay.

GIF credit: damerondjarin

Tags: @feelmyroarrrr​ @a-killvr-queen​ @mylifeliterally​ @bisexual-space-slut​ @darksideofclarke​ @mixtape-books @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​ @damerondjarin​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @lostinwonderland314​ @jennibradley​ @mandoplease​ @yougottakeeponkeepinon​ @the-bird-suit​ @dindisneydjarin​

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Frankie didn’t remember dreaming about birds.

He was pretty sure that you were underneath him in a scenario that he could never repeat to you or anyone else in the real world, then you disappeared from underneath his fingertips and he was in some field and the birds were loud.

The more he tried to listen to them, the more he noticed that they sounded odd; sharp, and echoing, and computerized.

He pushed through tree branches in pursuit of this damn bird that pulled him away from you, walking out of the field and looking all around for any glimpse of the source of the sound.

It was when the sound was right by his ear that he realized it wasn’t birdsong.

It was ringing.

The sound was only louder when he realized this, and all the trees, plants, and underbrush started to disappear from around him as he was dragged through blackness from his subconscious to the real world.

He laid there with his eyes closed in confusion now that he was no longer dreaming, but the ringing was still sounding from somewhere to the right of his head.

Turning onto his side, he stared at the light emanating from his ringing phone on the nightstand for a long moment before his brain realized that meant someone was calling him, and he rolled over onto his stomach to grab it.

He blinked a few times to clear his vision with the only light in the dark room shining into his eyes, seeing the time was somewhere past one AM and the name calling was yours.

“Carolina,” your nickname was spoken with confusion and sleepiness as he answered.

You started talking so quickly that he didn’t understand a word you were saying, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on, I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Talk slow.”

“I didn’t know whether to call you or Santi, I need you to come over.”

Frankie was definitely awake now with how panicked and scared you sounded, throwing the covers back as he shifted from sleep to alert, wanting to make sure he dealt with whatever the situation was calmly. He was definitely worried, but he knew that freaking out would not make anyone handle things well and he wanted to try and keep you calm. “Are you hurt? Do you need me to call an ambulance on my way there?”

“No, I’m, um...I was on this date and he was really creepy, and then he kept, like, driving past my building and, I don’t know, I thought maybe it was just a similar car and I woke up a few minutes ago and...I think I heard something on the fire escape, but I’m not sure, and I really need you to come over, please.”

He was rushing to step into the first pair of sneakers he could find as you sobbed into the phone, moving faster out of his bedroom to the front door where he grabbed the keys for his truck.

“Okay, I want you to grab whatever’s near you to use as a weapon and go into a room where you can lock the door. I’m gonna call Pope just in case, don’t come out until you hear one of us knock. We’ll say something that way you know it’s only us.”

“Please call back, Frankie.”

“I’m gonna hang up, but I’m gonna call you as soon as I talk to him.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for shit. Are you in a locked room?”

“The bathroom.”

“Stay put, talk to you in a second.”

He dialed Pope’s number as he was sitting in his truck and starting the engine, the line still ringing as he pulled out onto the street. “Come the fuck on.”

It went to his voicemail and Frankie quickly hung up, calling him again.

The other end finally clicked on as he was impatiently sitting at a red light that he probably could have run at such a late hour if he wasn’t afraid of getting busted.

“Sorry, man, I just got home and I was in the shower. What are you doing up? Don’t you go to sleep at, like, eight?”

“It’s Carolina. She thinks a bad date might be breaking into her apartment.”

“Are you pulling a prank on me, ‘Fish?”

“No, dumbass, I’m not pulling a fucking prank on you. She asked me to come over, but you live closer and two is probably better than one if there is someone there.”

Pope was silent and he could hear something shuffling around. “Okay, I’m getting dressed. Is she okay?”

“She’s freaked, but fine. I’m gonna call her back to make sure it stays that way.” He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal the moment the traffic light turned green; it’s not like there were a lot of people driving around.

“I’m grabbing my keys right now, should be there in two minutes.”

“Thanks, man.” Frankie hung up without another word, glancing between his phone and the road as he pushed to call you.

You didn’t even let it ring once before you were answering with a quick, “Frankie?”

“Pope’s on his way, he said it’ll be two minutes. You good?” Even if he was remaining calm, he was relieved to hear you and know that no one had hurt you.

“I haven’t heard any noises in here, but I don’t know. I’m really sorry, Frankie. I know I’m being a baby—”

“If some asshole is trying to break into your apartment, I’m gonna be there to kill him.”

“—thanks, Frankie.”

You kept saying his name, probably to ground yourself and remind yourself that he was there with you, that he was going to make sure nothing happened.

He decided to talk lightly with you as he drove towards your apartment and, okay, that light might have turned red right before he sped through it, but he realized your safety was more important to him than a ticket he could pay.

When he asked some random, silly question to distract you and you didn’t answer him, his grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Carolina?”

“There’s someone knocking on the door,” you whispered softly since you knew it wasn’t him and it could have been Pope, but what if whoever might have been trying to break in knew you figured out they were on the fire escape and was trying to trick you?

Frankie was pretty sure he could’ve heard a damn pin drop with how closely he was listening, speeding up a little when he heard a muffled voice yelling to you.

“It’s Santi!”

This information made him relax considerably, but he didn’t slow down much as he listened to the two of you talk and he turned the corner to the street where your apartment building was.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Pope’s voice was close to the phone.

Frankie wondered if you called him simply because he was listed in your phone first, considering how close you were with Pope, and he lived closer, and he was obviously the better man for this kind of thing.

But that didn’t really matter much, he supposed, because you did call him and he wasn’t going to back out when you possibly needed help.

He parked in a random spot and took the stairs two at a time up into the building and up to your floor, finding the door to your place open and you and Pope embracing in the middle of your living room.

Your eyes landed on his as Pope gently swayed you and unintentionally put him in your line of sight, immediately filling with tears and untangling yourself from the man’s arms to run to Frankie.

He stumbled back with a little grunt when you practically jumped him, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.

Pope nodded at him, taking a step back. “I’m gonna look everything over, okay?”

As he went to go see if there was anyone there, you sobbed into Frankie and clung to the back of his shirt. “Some date, huh?”

You let out a sound between a laugh and a sob. “I know I’m being really dumb, but the date was scary and then seeing his car and hearing that noise…”

“I know. You’re fine.” He wasn’t the best at consoling people when they were crying, but he was definitely not bad as he squeezed you reassuringly.

“There’s no one here. I checked the closets, under the bed, anywhere someone might be able to hide.” Pope sounded like he was back in the military as he walked back into the main room of your apartment, looking at you worriedly.

“I know I heard something, though.” You pulled away from Frankie to turn and look at Pope, but pressed into his side still.

“It could’ve been the wind or a raccoon or...or there could’ve been someone out there and he ran off when he realized you knew he was there or we scared him off.” He seemed reluctant to put that in your head, looking away from you.

“I’m really sorry I made you guys come all the way over here…”

“Hey, I live, like, two minutes away.”

Pope moved to you and tapped you under the chin with his index finger, meeting Frankie’s eyes with a nod. “All clear.”

When Frankie turned to walk out with a squeeze of your elbow, you quickly grabbed onto his shirt and reached out to grab onto Pope’s.

“Wait! Can you...can you guys stay?” You asked this rather sheepishly, but you could only think that it really was the man you’d been on a date with on your fire escape and he was momentarily scared off.

“I promise that literally any place a grown man could hide, I looked.” Pope gently pried your hand off his shirt.

“Yes, I know, but what if he really did run off because of me or you guys and he comes back later?”

“—don’t look at me like that.”

He was staring at you for a moment then he looked over at Frankie for help, who was looking at you in such a way that Pope knew he was falling for that scared kitten look of yours.

Not that there was anything to fall for; you weren’t manipulating them, you were genuinely scared and he simply knew if he let himself soften, seeing that expression would make him stay as long as you wanted him to.

Frankie gave in right when Pope was opening his mouth to say a simple fuck to let you know you’d convinced him, which saved him from revealing how soft he was for you. Though you probably already knew that, what with him standing there with his hair dripping and the spots where he was still wet from his shower making his shirt stick to him.

“He’s grumpy because sleeping on a couch hurts his back, but I can stay.” Frankie smirked and slapped Pope’s chest with the back of his hand.

“I’m gonna stay to prove you wrong.” And because he wanted to stay. Fuck.

You kissed them both on the cheek as a small show of how grateful you were for their willingness to make you feel safe. Frankie kissed your cheek in return and Pope smiled at you like you were important.

You walked over to the couch and bent down over it. “This pulls out into a bed.”

“I can do that.” Pope was not going to even glimpse at your ass right now, but he was going to do the small task of working the pull out couch so you didn’t have to.

When he moved the cushions aside and didn’t see a mattress to drag out, he stood there for a moment, scratching his head.

“Let me do it.” Frankie walked over, pushing Pope back slightly with the back of his hand as he bent over and began feeling around the edges of the couch for the mattress.

“See? There’s nothing.” Pope watched him with his hands on his hips, huffing.

Rolling your eyes, you crouched down and batted at their legs to make them step away, pulling a compartment from under the couch and pushing it up into place, turning the seating area into the width of a full size bed. “You’re not hip with the times, boys.”

You walked into the short little hallway that led to your bathroom on the right, your bedroom in the center, and a closet on the left, reaching into the closet to take out a couple neatly folded blankets and a spare pillow. You smiled at Frankie when he took them from you and began setting up the couch.

“Hey, Santi, you can sleep in my bed—”

“Nope. You’ll sleep in your bed and we’ll both sleep on the couch.”

“I already convinced you to stay here and I don’t want you to hurt your neck or anything.”

“I can deal. You were the one who went on that bad date and who thought someone was breaking into her apartment, you take the bed.”

You smiled, eyes meeting Frankie’s tired ones as he sat on the couch. “I should let you guys sleep, huh? I’m already making you guys stay here.”

“Quit it, I’m happy to stay in a place that smells as nice as you for a night if it means you’re safe.” Pope sat down and moved to take off the shoes he’d thrown on.

“Even if it’s keeping you safe from a raccoon.” The smirk on Frankie’s lips was met with a light giggle from you.

Then you were silent as you watched them, knowing you needed to go to bed and leave them to sleep since you’d already asked them to stay, but not liking the thought of being alone.

“Santi?”

“Mm?”

“Can you check my room again?”

“Sure, baby.”

He stood up and patted your hip as he walked by, and you smiled at him gratefully. You sat down on the couch next to Frankie as you waited for him.

“You okay?” Frankie asked, eyes on your hands as you wrung them in your lap.

“Yeah, I’m...not really.” You looked down to hide the tears that were welling up.

“I didn’t mean the raccoon thing. You were in a scary situation and I shouldn’t’ve made light of it like that.”

“Oh, no, Frankie, that made me laugh. I really appreciated that.”

Despite being the one on the verge of crying at the moment, you reached over to reassuringly squeeze his thigh, a bit less scared when you looked up and stared into his soft gaze.

You were too busy looking at each other to see Pope come out of the bedroom and stop in the hallway to watch you, leaning his shoulder into the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

There’d always been something between you; that was undeniable with Frankie’s dreams and how you’d broken down entirely when you saw him.

But there’d always been something between you and—

“I looked over everything and locked the windows.” Pope pushed off the wall and walked back into the living room, moving to pretend he was going to sit on you until you darted out from practically under him with a squeal.

“Guess I should let you two get some sleep then.” You stood and looked at them for a long moment because you didn’t want to go to your room, but you turned and walked off anyway.

Pope’s eyes followed you as he unclasped his watch to take it off, then he looked over at Frankie who was fluffing up the pillow, and down at his hands to see what he was doing. “You should probably go into her room.”

“The fuck are you talking about? Turn off the light.” Frankie laid back on the couch, kicking at the man to make room for his legs to stretch out.

“She obviously doesn’t want to be alone and you two were totally eye-fucking. No, no, eye-lovemaking.” Pope swatted him on the shin for kicking him.

“Are you saying I should go in there and sleep with her?”

“No, I’m not, because if you take advantage of her, I’d kick your ass. But, I don’t know, she’d probably like someone in there with her and she looks at you like you’re as great as me.”

“She looks at me like I’m ugly?”

“Fuck off. You telling me that you don’t want to go in there?”

Frankie was silent, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at anything other than Pope.

“That’s what I thought.”

He ‘accidentally’ kicked Pope in the back, standing up and turning to look down at him with a raised eyebrow when he sprawled out to take up the space.

“This is literally all I wanted. What a fucking sucker.” He matched the middle finger Frankie flashed him.

Frankie rolled his eyes, but he knew Pope well enough to know that he really did think he should go into your bedroom, and he walked into the hallway to knock softly on your slightly ajar door. “Carolina?”

“Come in.”

You were laying on your side and scrolling through your phone, blinking like you could nod off; it seemed you were making yourself stay awake.

“I thought you might like some company.”

“Is that what you and Santi were whispering about out there?”

Setting your phone down on your nightstand, you patted the spot beside you. He remembered his dream right when he sat on the mattress, flinching away slightly and sitting there on the edge of the bed rather awkwardly.

You watched him, tilting your head. “You don’t have to be in here if you don’t want to be.”

“It’s not that. I, uh...I don’t want to offend…” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Frankie, I know you’re a good guy. That’s pretty obvious with you staying here and with you coming in here to make sure I’m good. You can lay down with me if you want to.” You gestured to the unused side of the bed that he was barely sitting on.

“Okay.” It was his bed in his dream anyway, he reasoned as he moved his legs onto the bed and stretched out.

“I dunno what I’d do without you and Santi being this awesome.” You were very clearly tired now that you weren’t panicking about someone breaking in, much less eloquent as you blinked.

“Go to sleep, Carolina. No one’s gonna hurt you with me here.”

“Why do you guys call me Carolina?”

Frankie paused, wondering how quickly you’d kick him out of the bed if he told you the meaning behind the nickname. “You should ask Pope in the morning.”

You looked at him for a moment then moved to turn off the light on your nightstand, rolling onto your side to face him and reaching out in the dark. “Frankie?”

“I’m here.” Your hands collided and you both laughed, your fingers wrapping tight around his.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” You traced your thumb over his knuckles which he enjoyed more than he should’ve since you were only friends.

“Go to sleep.”

“You think Santi’s secretly mad at me?”

“He’s not capable of being mad at you.”

“Frankie?”

He grunted in response to let you know he heard you, but you didn’t say anything else and he was pretty sure he heard you snoring softly and it was oddly cute. You were one of his favorite people and he didn’t want to wake you up by moving your hand, so he did his best to find a comfortable spot that allowed him to keep a grip on your hand.

He found he really didn’t mind falling asleep with your hand in his and maybe his dreams and Pope were onto something when he talked about your eye-lovemaking or whatever the hell it was.

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Frankie woke up to find that the room was dimly lit, turning to see you turned the light back on and you were sitting up, staring at him with a smile. “You okay?”

You didn’t say anything, looking at him silently and then turning to look at the door. “Santi?”

Pope opened the door and walked in so quickly that Frankie jumped up, thinking he really was going to have to kill an intruder for you until he realized it wasn’t a stranger.

What the…

“Since when do you get up that quickly, you fucking bear?” His joke was not met with some witty comeback like usual, and his brow furrowed as you stared at each other.

You reached out and Pope was on you, moving over you and kissing along your neck as you moaned, your hands tugging at his hair to bring him closer as if he wasn’t fucking practically humping you.

Frankie didn’t know what was going on; you were obviously displaying this for him by making sure he was awake to see you and he couldn’t figure out why.

Was Pope searching for him to admit his feelings for you when he mentioned the way you looked at him? Did the two of you want to hurt him and mock him for all the times he’d dreamed about you like some infatuated idiot?

Pope wouldn’t do that and you wouldn’t do that, and he knew that. But then, what was going on?

“What the fuck?” He managed to ask, staring at you both.

Your eyes moved to him as Pope continued to lick and bite at your neck, hips rutting into yours, and you reached a hand out to him.

He didn’t remember moving closer to you, but your fingers started to trail down his stomach, his muscles twitching beneath your touch when you stroked beneath his shirt.

It wasn’t typical and his brain knew that, yet something was right as your hand moved more and more until it stopped between his legs, groping and rubbing him through the pajama pants he didn’t change out of.

Maybe it should’ve been odd to him that you were touching him there as his best friend kissed towards your chest.

For some reason, though, it felt good and he didn’t even care that Pope was looking at him as he bucked into your hand.

You were talking to him now, begging him to touch you somewhere, and he might have reached over to put his hand in a place he’d dreamed of if you didn’t ball up your fist and punch him right in the dick.

This time, Frankie wasn’t only dreaming.

He woke up with a start at the pain between his legs, crying out and quickly reaching down to cup himself; the two of you had moved closer to each other in your sleep and your knee rammed right into him.

When you woke up to the sound of Frankie groaning and saw him curled up, hands between his legs as he rocked and rolled around a bit, it didn’t look...appropriate.

“Frankie?”

His furrowed brow and pained eyes met your own concerned looking ones and he didn’t need to be a genius to realize what you were thinking about him. “Oh, no, no, I’m not, uh...you kneed my balls.”

“—I need your balls?”

“No, no! You kneed me in the balls.”

You stared, then your eyes widened and you were practically rolling right off the bed with how fast you moved.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m gonna grab you some ice!”

He lifted a finger in an attempt to tell you to stop, that it was fine, but then he merely let out a whine and moved back down to tenderly cup himself.

You ran by Pope who was sitting up on the couch, normally waking up at this time, and he watched you with a confused yet vaguely adoring smile. You swept right on by again with a dish towel full of ice cubes, going into your bedroom and doing a running leap onto the bed.

When you knelt by Frankie and pressed the ice between his legs, you were a bit too quick and he flinched with a cry of pain.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s...fine.”

Frankie was no longer practically crying a few minutes later, then he was able to slowly walk into the living room about fifteen minutes later.

You sat him down on the couch which Pope had turned back from a bed, apologizing again and again for accidentally hurting him in your sleep.

“It’s not like this is the first time something has hurt my balls.” He was able to look at you reassuringly now that his face wasn’t screwed up in pain, but he glowered when Pope’s cheerful laugh could be heard from the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I can shut him up. I owe you two a meal anyway.” You rubbed his shoulder, hand lingering for a moment as you stood then sliding down his arm before you walked into the kitchen.

Pope was making coffee when you walked in and you almost forgot to be angry at him, moving to press your head into his back.

“Would you like it if someone laughed at you for being hurt there?” You poked him in the hip and he grunted softly.

“I guess not, but I wasn’t the one whose balls were hurt right now.” The motherfucker pushed that ass of his into you, making you stumble back.

“You are despicable. You guys like eggs? Pancakes?”

“You cook it, I eat it.”

The two of you moved around the kitchen in silence, him grabbing mugs for the coffee and you grabbing ingredients and bowls for the food.

Sometimes you’d look at each other and smile and it...was really nice.

You were stirring the batter for some boxed pancake mix when you remembered what you and Frankie talked about the night before. “Santi?”

“Mm?”

“Why do you guys call me Carolina?”

“It was Frankie’s idea.”

You raised an eyebrow. Now you were really wondering why Frankie was hesitant to tell you the reasoning as Pope didn’t even seem to mind.

“You remember when we were a little tipsy and you were all whiny about not being in the military with us and how we called each other by our call signs?” He poured coffee into a mug with some puppies on it.

“Yes.” You’d been pretty embarrassed about it when you were no longer drunk enough to be uninhibited.

“When you went to the bathroom, we talked about it and Frankie said Carolina Reaper.”

“What’s that?” You tilted your head.

“The hottest known pepper in the world because, and I quote, ‘it’s just like her’. He was tipsier than both of us, but you really loved it when we told you the name we chose and said we should all go to East Carolina.”

“There’s no East Carolina.”

“I know.”

The smile on Pope’s lips was endearing, but you wanted to speak with Frankie. You were leaning more towards being flattered than offended, though, since you knew your boys would never do anything to hurt you.

Frankie was sitting on the edge of the couch with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded under his chin, staring at some random spot as he thought about how much he didn’t mind his dream.

What if you hadn’t accidentally kneed him?

Would he really indulge in something like that with you and his best friend?

He was pretty sure the answer was yes when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye, and he sat up straight like you might’ve been reading his thoughts from the kitchen.

The look on your face didn’t say that you weren’t somehow reading his thoughts.

“Carolina Reaper, Frankie? Really?”

—maybe it would’ve been good if you’d been reading his thoughts considering you now knew he was the one who came up with your name, and he was pretty sure his balls would be non-existent if you kneed them on purpose.

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Sweater Weather - Sarah Cameron

Your biggest secret was begging to be told but would your best friend, Rafe Cameron, and other people close in your life still want to be associated with you after it gets out?

A/N: There will be a part 2 to this :)

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.5k+

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The beach, for someone who hated it so much, was your safe space. Crazy, right? You live in the OBX where people from all over come just for the beaches and the fun to be had in them and you hated them. It was like living in Alaska or Canada and hating the snow. It didn’t make sense.

You were not like all the other people who inhabited the island of Outer Banks though. You didn’t surf. You barely swam. You didn’t lay out and tan every chance you got. You didn’t play in the sand, building sandcastles or playing beach volleyball. You did not even go to the beach during the daytime. Your favorite time to come to the beach was at night when there were cool breezes and not a soul in sight, just you and the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

So here you sat on a small sand dune as the tears slipped down your face. That’s what you enjoyed about being out here. No one was there to see you cry and no one was there to comfort you. You didn’t want to be comforted. You wanted it to be you, the sand, the wind, and the waves. No one else, but you and your thoughts. Your damn thoughts and feelings that were eating you alive.

You had a confession to make. You wanted to stop hiding your true self. There was more to you than you let on and you wanted to be you completely. Every time you were around the people you were supposed to feel comfortable around, you didn’t because you constantly felt like you were hiding something, and you were.

Kelce was a lost puppy dog, following the actions of you, Topper, and Rafe. He had a mind of his own, but it only showed itself on rare occasions. All other times, it was basically like you were talking to another Rafe or a second Topper. If you told him alone, then maybe he would accept you, but he also could not. If you told him with Topper or Rafe around, then he would most likely mirror their actions and you wanted Kelce to love you for you, not because Rafe or Topper did.

Topper was the most sympathetic of the three, but he also was not too fond of change. He cares a lot about you, just like the other two. He was the most likely of them all to be supportive and stand beside you, but he loved the you you are now. If you changed in his eyes, would he still love and support you?

Rafe, the one you were most worried about and the one you were closest with. He was awfully close-minded, and the topic of discussion is one you needed him to be open-minded about. He has been your best friend since y’all were kids. He was by your side through everything and you did the same for him. You didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon and you hoped he feels the same once you tell him your secret.

All you wanted from your friends and family was to be accepted as you are. That is all and you don’t think that is too much to ask. In fact, you know it’s not. The heavy feeling that resided in your gut told you that things were not going to be as easy as you were hoping for, but you had hope and you were holding onto that tiny sliver as if your life depended on it.

Your mind raced of all your thoughts that had swirled inside your brain since you came to the realization, but they only ran faster since you decided that you would announce your news sometime soon. You told yourself that you would tell at least one person before the year ended and time was running out.

As the tears kept streaming down your cheeks, you pulled your legs closer to your body to let yourself hug them close to you, comforting yourself since you were alone. That was all you needed was a hug at the moment, but there was no one to give you one. You rested your head on your knees as your silent sobs fell into your lap. You knew that if you did not hurry home soon, someone would come looking for you and someone did.

“Y/n is that you?” you heard Rafe’s voice call out from a good distance behind you. A sharp breath was sucked in your nose and your hands came up quickly to wipe away any evidence of tears on your face. Once he had gotten a little closer, you decided to respond.

“Hey, Rafe! How was your Christmas?” you spoke in a chipper voice as if you weren’t just sobbing about probably one of the biggest things you’ve dealt with in your life.

“It was good,” he started as he walked up to you and stood next to your sitting figure. “Do you want to talk about whatever you’re upset about or do you want me to leave you alone?”

Damn it, you should’ve known that he knew you only came out here when you were upset or thinking. It also didn’t help that you were terrible at faking anything and at lying as well.

“Umm…” you trailed off to think about your options. You could tell him now, but you were scared. You should tell him now. The only other people you would tell before you told Rafe would be your family, but quite honestly, Rafe was basically your family anyway and you wanted him to be the first to know. Now just didn’t feel like the right time.

“It’s okay, y/n. I will leave you alone. I’ll probably see you tomorrow so see ya,” he muttered before turning on his heel to walk away.

Or maybe it was the perfect time.

“Rafe, wait!” you shouted as you stood, dusting any sand off your ass and taking a step or two closer to him. He turned around to face you, waiting patiently to see what you had to say.

“I have to tell you something,” you whispered so quietly that you feared he didn’t hear you. You made yourself smaller and folded your arms as the nerves and anxiety bubbled inside you. You were going to do it. You were going to tell your best friend, the boy you spent most of your life with and were so close with that some people thought you two were a couple, your big news and you were slowly preparing yourself for rejection and loneliness if things did not go your way.

Rafe noticed your actions and hesitance and took some steps closer your way, his hands resting on your shoulders then sliding down your arms to meet your hands before he gave them a gentle squeeze as if to say, ‘it’s okay’. He sent you a small smile as you let out a shaky breath.

“Okay, so I am one hundred percent prepared for you to dissociate with me after I tell you this because I know you won’t understand and won’t like it, but Rafe, this is something I’ve been battling in my mind for years and I finally know the answer. So here goes nothing,” you chuckled before you dropped your hands from his to wipe away the streams of tears, only for your eyes to replace them with more. “Rafe, I- I- I’m bi, like bisexual. I like boys and girls.”

After you said it out loud, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. While the feeling was euphoric, you didn’t let it get you too hyped as you gauged Rafe’s reaction. He seemed the same as before, just his blue eyes were a little wider. He was breathing the same, standing the same, looking the same, but you could not help but wonder what was going on in his brain. Was he hating you? Did he still love you? Was he trying to figure out which way to run? Obviously to the left was his best option, but it is Rafe we’re talking about, so he’d probably go right.

“Rafe?” you mumbled, your tears flowing harder than ever. At this point, you did not care if he stayed or left. You just wanted to know what he was thinking.

“That’s hot,” he told you as you watched the corner of his lips turn up in a smirk. You let out a dry chuckle before new tears formed and fell from your eyes.

“No, Rafe, that not what I need right now,” you sighed, slapping his chest playfully and crying harder.

“Oh sorry,” he muttered before pulling you into him and wrapping his large arms tightly around your frame. Being in his arms and feeling like your true self, not hiding a thing, felt amazing. You cried into his chest for what felt like ages before you pulled away to ask a question that was eating at you.

“Wait, so you still love me? You don’t hate me or want nothing to do with me? You still want to be my friend? My best friend?” Rafe stepped back before grabbing your face in his hands to ensure that your eyes would be locked with his and he had your full attention.

“Yes, I still love you. Nothing could change that. You know you’ll always be our y/n, right?”

His last sentence caused a new wave of tears to take over before you nodded at him quickly and threw your arms around his neck. He stood all the way up causing your feet to leave the ground while his arms slipped around your waist. He pressed comforting kisses to the side of your face as he continually whispered how much he loved you and how he would never leave you in your ear.

“Now we can all pick up girls at parties,” he joked when he brought you back down and let you go. You laughed along with him before he continued the conversation. “So, do you have any girl crushes on the island?”

The childlike giggle that escaped your lips and the heat that rushed to your cheeks answered his question before you could.

“Oh okay, y/l/n. Who is it? Wait no, let me guess while I take you home because it’s cold out here,” he spoke as a shiver ran down his spine. You nodded in agreement before the both of you started walking in the direction of the large black truck.

“Come on, Rafe. Give me your best shot,” you challenged, knowing the competitive Cameron boy wouldn’t stop until he guessed right. You were not going to outright tell him that you had the biggest crush on his sister, but you were interested to see if he would suggest it.

“Okay, umm… Carly?” he started what would be the beginning of a long game.

“Nope,” you responded, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“Jessica Bakersfield?”

“No.”

“That one girl that you sat beside in history?” he pondered as you both got into the truck.

“Darcy?” you inquired.

“Yeah, her. I had a crush on her.”

“She was pretty, but she wasn’t the brightest, so no,” you informed him when you buckled in your seatbelt.

“What about Kiara?”

“I did for a little bit, but she’s not really my type,” you explained while Rafe started the vehicle.

“Sarah?” he finally asked. As much as you wanted to scream yes, you did not.

“Your sister?” you questioned, eyebrows furrowed together in mock confusion.

“Yeah,” he teased.

“No, that’d be weird. I’ve known her since we were kids,” you ridiculed while rolling your eyes.

“Okay, sorry I asked,” he laughed as he held one hand up in defense, his other gripping the wheel.

“What about her best friend? Scarlet?”

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” you lied straight through your teeth to get him to quit with this game before you got home because you know if you didn’t, he would not give it a rest. He’d probably come into your house and continue to pester you with all the girls that lived on the island.

“Really? It’s Scarlet?” he asked as he pulled into your place and put the truck in park.

“Yep,” you nodded while you unbuckled yourself and took a deep breath, staring at the home you grew up in.

“Have you told them?” Rafe questioned when he noticed the way you did not really seem to want to leave the confines of his truck. You turned your head towards him before shaking it.

“They’re probably in bed by now so I might tell them in the morning,” you said. You wanted to tell all the people close to you around the same time and since you were already out to one person, the person you were most afraid to tell, telling everyone else seemed a lot easier.

“I can stay the night. You can tell them at breakfast and if things go south, I’ll be in your room ready to be your shoulder to cry on and once you’ve fallen asleep again like you always do when you cry a lot, I’ll slip out and give them a piece of my mind,” Rafe told you as he showed you his balled-up fist, acting as if he would literally fist fight your family.

“Please stay the night with me. You can stay in my room and I can cry to you if things go bad, but you don’t have to do the rest. Don’t fight my family,” you chuckled before Rafe nodded his head. You both hopped out of the vehicle and stayed silent when entering the house, so you did not wake your parents. You slowly tiptoed up the stairs and slipped into your room. Rafe found him some pajamas from his drawer in your room while you did the same in your closet. He changed while you grabbed a quick shower and changed. Rafe had already gotten comfortable in your bed and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone when you were done.

“So, what’s the plan tomorrow?” he asked as he plugged his phone up and turned to face you in the bed.

“Tell my parents. If things go well, then I’ll go tell Topper and Kelce right after. If not, we see how I feel and maybe tell Top and Kelce later tomorrow night? It all depends on how I feel,” you shrugged, grabbing your pillow and snuggling into the soft fabric.

“Sounds good to me,” he chimed before a yawn escaped him.

“I feel like I can tell anyone since I told you. I was terrified to tell you,” you mumbled while your eyes grew slightly heavier.

“I know!” Rafe yelled a little too loudly as your hand flew to cover his mouth. You removed it right after to let him finish what he was saying. “You are my best friend and I’m not letting you go. We’ve been through too much for anything to break us apart.”

“I love you, Rafe. Thank you for always supporting me,” you whispered as you lazily reached over to press a friendly kiss to his cheek. Sleep was coming sooner and sooner by the second.

“I love you too, y/n,” he mumbled before doing the same but kissing your forehead instead. After that, you two drifted to sleep, your dreams filled with happiness and spending the rest of your life with his sister.

Part 2 ->

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